Pipe dreams...

Well come to the mother of all blog entries... this one is sure to bring in more hits... set the registers ringing... why would it do that??? It would for its for you... and you... and you as well... and you who is not me... its about the reader rather than the writer... the skimmer the glancer... the bored or occupied soul who spares a minute or two to go through a blog... or an entry... and has no courtsey to speak of to post a comment... butt I am a generous writer, i still applaud you for your interest and the effort you took to click on a link and read, and I thank you for the patience you have seen in going this far. And why may you be exhibiting that, or in saner words, why are you here???
>>Is it cuse I am the next best thing to happen after dylan wrote Like a Rolling stone...
>> Or is it cuse I am the inspiration you seek to go through the monotony of everyday...
>>Or am I the beacon u would like to follow to reach a goal that thus far seemed highly unlikely...
>> Or maybe what I write is a further source to inspire your quill to write tales untold...

( After a very crude and banal analysis of my past writings i am ashamed or rather disturbingly annoyed to state that all the above assumptions are not quite true, for the blog in itself is inept and incapable to bring me to read it)

(The answer thus I believe is indeed blowing in the wind... and some sullen wind that is... The answer is that you are not there... the hits are dwindling... the readers have dissapeared... the writers are dying... and I am not spared... its as if the readers never cared (sob sob...tear tear) I hope this emotional plee brings all you people back to the blog that sets the standards for all the blogs that ever existed... I know you are bored out of your life, I know you are out of things to do... and your washing is done... u have bloated loads after eating... your pet dogs are asleep... movies u have run out of... so come on... click... give moi a hit... for together we can and we will make a difference... )

(hmmm... and then god said lie no more u stinking boar... so heres whats in store... the blogs a bore... same scheme...same lines entry after entry after entry... I mean how could I write that was the first thing i asked... so well in light of the misery that it is... lets pretend the earlier entries never existed...and thus try and give a new meaning to it... a new beginning to it. From now on... I would write what you want me to... if u all say that hey give us a poem... voila next day a poem shall be there... if u want a critical analysis of the western monetary and economic policies, with a harsher crtique of Bush's schemes or somehting well u wud hve it.... this blog is thus christened... blogforlog (log as in people in hindi) )

if u r bored outta ur wits... kindly comment if u r... if u r not... u r more free than i have been...the pipe dreams thus end... thus ends the entry... this ends the hope that this would change...

So far away from me...

So far away from me...
So far that i just cant see...
I wish you thee...
a life free...

From a distance I see you there...
With no notice no care...
in abyss u stare...
do u even see me standing here...

Out from the sky u peep...
I lie here six feet deep...
and for once you notice the creep...
the me who lost his sleep...

atlast a rendezvous with life..., after death...
u stole my breath...
and now breathless in a wreath...
alas we meet...

the public belch...

Its inescapable... one time or the other everyone has to or ends up belching in the public... its unintentional... involuntary... in an inebriated or satiated state that you let go... and theres no turning back, the joy of the act is writ large on ur face and u cant deny the satisfaction u get from doin that, its not that u mind it, its just this that its a "taboo"... says who??? Well according to the book on etiquette and public mannerisms belch, fart, nose picking, ear wax removal and/or consumption, open air sneeze, puking etc are all proclaimed offences and any act that minutely represents that is considered objectionable and can lead 2 u being cast an outcast... no matter how much hedonsitic gratification that act might give you, it is nonetheless an offence...
So the obvious question is what to do when such a force of nature (unstoppable one at that) meets an immovable object (society)... do u let go... let ur emotions make the batter (better) of u or do u supress the surreptious desire thats rising like a tempest within u... here are a few tips from experts across the world...
- For a burp...try this yogic excercise turn ur face at an angle of 60 degrees to the crowd... then at 120 degrees than 180... if u r able to do that, u r an owl... owls have been known not 2 belch but hoot... I dont give 2 hoots to the trouble... just hoot your way away...
- Or try this meditation technique:- concentrate on the sweetest memory in ur mind... it could be your first date...or your first alcohol high... and then stay there... when you feel alone... alone in that cocoon let go.. burp loud and hard... if u cant see no one none can see u... :)
- or well stop readin this and go relieve urself in the washroom...

Trimmed along the edges...

Life can cut u bluntly... and unannounced... a moment u r living easy and chilled and the next u r facing ur worse nightmares... and it comes knocking at ur door step... we all like it easy thus, a chilled smooth around the edge kinda drive, no bumps felt kinds... we desire hedonism, a whiff of fortitude and duress and its all in a mess. But something unsettling is just around the corner always, saw something today that jolted me, made me wanna rethink what i am doing here, living and all, i walked around wearing my heart on my sleeve, telling all that its about making a difference, and yet I am another spoke in this wheel of life, besotted and besetted by the predictable motion of everyday, wheres the me who felt one with the world and had set out to make it a better place. Is the schedule and adherence to the nondescript idiocity of it and being a monetary contributor to the escapist tax payers coffer my share of goodwill i had set out to do??? Am i really at peace with myself, by doing a piecemeal mundanity every day, or is it just a make belief world all togehter??? I might just wake up with a different set of ideals tomorrow, so right now i leave my mind with a thought, will u remember me tomorrow as i am today, or will my memory be a stain thats removed by the worst cleanser ever???
Got back from colombo yesterday, awesome place that is... nice clean, organised, the signals dont quite work as well as they function, there function is to make people aware they exist, and people there are aware that the purpose should be served, also was nice to live for 4 days in the lap of luxury... lurved it... every moment of it in a way... and now its back to the dreaded drool or the office, lesse how that pans out... so till the time i think again... good bye... cheers... and a vague caged remember me by... reality is an illusion thats washed away by the sands of time, dreams none can take away...

Call'em'boo...

hey well... its finally happened... got 2 step outta india... and colombo of all the places... the last time i did actually put a step out it was standin on the wagah border i dared 2 step into pakistan... and now this... the place... well chuck that, its no different then chennai... tams arnd... the oceans wat draws me here... its amazing... having seen the bay and the sea... the ocean was the pull... sittin on the waterfront... absorbin the enormity of the ocean itself made the trip worth it... humid n sultry it was i drenched shit loads but the roaring waves and the silence before they crashed made it all up... and all this happened a cuple of days ago, since then havnt had a chance 2 step outta here... works keepin me busy, though have recieved a doze of the culture here... some dances etc... but no substitute for a feet on street. Lesse wen that happens... and yeah saw a budhist temple, but wat followed killed the whole experience... it was an indian recievin a taste of his own medicine... the cows came home.. the fat lady sang and i had 2 pay thru the nose... butt all swells wen the pockets well... so well managed the mishap on companies expense...
Saw a komodo dragon or a croc... no cage nothing seperating...chanced upon tht... pretty thrillin tht was 2... and well 2 cut a long story short... 2 days 2 go... lesse wat brews...

misdirected...

I love getting lost... turning into turns i have never taken... goin by some weird logic to try and reach me destination... musics my all time companion, and rarely do i have to resort 2 the radio for it, have an all time fav mp3 tht does the trick... i dream of holidays to the land untouched, where no humans set foot, naa they aint no adventure laden outbounds i crave for, its a soul searching experience, away from the razmatazz... the klitch and the klass... just me and my back pack, and coming back afresh, purged... but i plan alot... i am mr plan a lot... these plans may or may not see the light of the day, and even if they do, they may or may not lead me 2 where i wanna be...
lost in wanderlust... limited budget going bust... hitchiking to a nowhere land... ragged clothes...guitar in hand... stopping for some shade... some trick life played... the shades lasted longer... the hedonism grows stronger.. i stay in my delerious state... a white collared nobody for life.. thats fate... got misdirected on some turn it seems... or maybe got wasted 2 bad in one of my dreams... a new frontier i cud have created... a burning man or some movement reinstated... but alas i fill some sheets with numbers and crunch them to show results... where i cud have been i some country side hurling insults... i live by every day dreaming to live... this misdirection i wnt forgive... for it hurts 2 much to be a speck o dust.. and seeing it al goin bust... when i cud've been a hurricane... cant seem wash this stain...