Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Apocalypse ... Now??

Since quite long I’ve been wondering about what exactly ‘Apocalypse’ means. But being very lazy, just to check the dictionary, I let it go…

Recently a friend of mine explained me what it means… Apocalypse: a prophetic revelation, esp. concerning a cataclysm in which the forces of good permanently triumph over the forces of evil. Or, any revelation or prophecy. Or, any universal or widespread destruction or disaster: the apocalypse of nuclear war.

But point isn’t its dictionary meaning. He taught me a history behind the concept ‘Apocalypse’, which would have never occurred to me had I tried the other way…

Monsoons in Cochin

Given the rainy season ... there couldn’t be a better topic than this at this point of time... Moreover, my brother too had a similar write up on this in his blog.…

Much like him, I too have begun to hate the monsoons in Cochin - even though we waste reams and reams of paper (hours before the computer - typing - in my case) writing adjectives to hard sell the concept of a romantic monsoon in Kerala to a visiting discerning tourist from abroad...

For a traveler visiting, may be for a short period of time, that too within the safe confinements of a resort or a hotel, it might seem amusing... but not for an average citizen who has to move around and work on a daily basis...

With the incessant, heavy rains inundating the city, water-logging the inner streets, and the main roads, uprooting trees, disrupting power supply for hours together, jamming telephone network, for the routine commuters, be it on the bus or the two wheelers or the four wheelers, often find it near impossible just to get around… getting to the next junction, so to say… besides you have to survive with that irritating dampness, all day long… Not to mention your work, coming to an absolute standstill…

And looking out of the window right now, I don’t find romance … but the upturned ‘underground’ water tank (victim of a raised water table)… and an uneasy thought haunts you … God, what about corporation water supply for another one week….

Forget the work pressure, forget the deadlines, and forget your client’s fury… When its raining in Cochin…its raining cats and dogs and ... God knows what else…!

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

A moment's pleasure...

He covered the naked heap of flesh in front of him and stole a kiss from its lips...

Maybe she'd wanted this...
Or, may be he'd forced it on her...
And as he watched her in glowing moonlight, she stirred in her sleep...

A faint smile appeared on her face... Or, was that a figment of his imagination??

Tainted intellect...

She is certainly not a thinker.. And not a philosopher... not in the remotest of the senses... Only a profit seeking trash producing gossip monger...

All she knows ... is to strain her eyes through her tainted glasses... looking at the so called man's society.... And paint the world with the colour of her dirty mind...

She calls herself a writer and claims to be an intellect... And always get away with her histrionics?!... by calling her critics jealous losers who could never make it as writers...!

Monday, June 18, 2007

Reasons.... Ahh.... Reasons....!!!

"I am sorry too..."
"Its not your fault, I am delibrately not calling you..."
"I am punishing myself..."
"I am stopping myself from not calling you..."
"I admit, it's all my mistake..."
"But I am controlling myself..."

"To hell with you and your reasons.....All you have ever done is drive me crazy, girl.... So pray, never call me again!!!"

The Break up..

Inspite of being happy for not having to reject her... I felt bad for myself... for having been rejected...

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Freedom...

Let's dedicate at least one day of our lives to...
All those who died,
So that you and I live...!!
All those who fought
so that you and I are safe..!
All those who suffered
So that you and I enjoy...!!!
Exercise your freedom. Express your joy.

This is an old entry. Not quite sure (which is why I labeled it as 'quote', to be on the safe side) if I wrote this for some advertising campaign, which is quite unlikely. Or, did I simply copy it from some where...

A big compromise... called life.

Question isn't what your way of life is, but how comfortable you are with it?

For the sake of it, I dint really go on with the flow... as the time demands... I hate adjustments... I am scared of it lest it may turn my life into one big adjustment...

A compromise isn't what I bargained for afterall...

You. My love.

Your dreamy voice.
Your mysteriousness.
Your silence.

I know nothing about you more than this. And may be, that's what I love about you.

The beautiful one

'What's it?', she asked.
'Its a dream', I answered, 'Its a dream that'll make you the most beautiful person in the world.'

Feel better...?!

Clever ones respond with, "no, its not like that...!", when asked, "is there someone in your life?" How are we supposed to react to that? Feel better despite failing?

Ego...

She dint call...
I dint call..
She dint call...
I dint call..
She dint call...
I dint call..
She dint call...
I dint call..
She dint call.
I dint call...

Where the hell has love gone??

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Mustaches

I'd always wonder, was it really necessary for the defense personnel and policemen... to keep mustaches!!...

My father had it... His friends in defence had it... Men out of service had it too...

Choices...

One left a void in her, the other filled it up...

It didn't matter much to her if each of them were after the other's blood... as long as they didn't lay hands on each other...

All she knew was she loved the both of them ... And she didn't want the either of them to be hurt... Not in any way...

Feelings are like butterflies...

Overexcited, overwhelmed ...
In fact, these words exactly cannot describe the addictive, seductional outburst I keep getting from between my ribs...

Her...

When he lifted the cold bottle up from the table.. it'd left a clear circle of water...
He trailed his finger along 'n' traced it out...
Her name.. his passion... his love!!!

?!!....

Its just a bad dream... it'll pass...

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Him. The orphan.

He was born and brought up in Kerala. Actually adopted (when he was still a little baby, when his parents died...They said his biological parents were in Kerela while he was born...)

His parents now were both strict, possessive and loving ones.. (as every parents are supposed to be...)

When his original parents died, he does not remember who they were... he had never known them enough... to remember... But he surely knows for a fact that the parents he now had, were not related to him by blood...

But this never stopped him from loving them as his own... He was just so happy with them being loved, cared and even punished...

My mate...

Let my mate be soothing to my eyes, ears and to my heart exactly as said in the holy book.

Pseudos...

I don't feel like thanking any of 'em who never did a thing for me... And yet, make it known, they did.
Them. Those pseudos! Them. The crack pots!!