Curious things and Prufrock!

Curious things are happening, and I do not quite know what to think! It’s that wonderful stage when things are just waking up from dormancy but even then there is an awkward hope of despair. Does asking questions mean being more afraid than I ought to? I believe it is always like this, it is a gamble and don’t people just don’t take it… I am like Prufrock, my goodness! I am the living image of Prufrock! Is it a mistake to hold back for the sake of friendship?

Sometimes I think that they might get together, and although it must be wonderful to have friends going that way, it does make me feel unhappy.

And it is all because of Elf.

In the meantime, things are sweet with Miko. However, I can’t think of it that way, not because it cannot be for long, right? We must part ways and I am happy with the joy that we share this way. He is my bud, sweet darling. I could take care of him always

HOW WEIRD!!!

Prufrock must be playing on my mind quite a bit! This one feels like stepping into Prufrock’s boots! I penned it, literally, sitting at the office stairs two days back.

The Prufrock in Me

This city of joy, of mirth, of life. Oh *City*!

I return to your womb with memories of a coffee bar bell.

Spun over hours of idle talk and banter,

Of laughter and restraint emotions, heart pell-mell.

I just wait for you all my life -

Because you will never ask, and I could never tell

Curious things are happening, and I do not quite know what to think! It’s that wonderful stage when things are just waking up from dormancy but even then there is an awkward hope of despair. Does asking questions mean being more afraid than I ought to? I believe it is always like this, it is a gamble and don’t people just don’t take it… I am like Prufrock, my goodness! I am the living image of Prufrock! Is it a mistake to hold back for the sake of friendship?

Sometimes I think that they might get together, and although it must be wonderful to have friends going that way, it does make me feel unhappy.

And it is all because of Elf.

In the meantime, things are sweet with Miko. However, I can’t think of it that way, not because it cannot be for long, right? We must part ways and I am happy with the joy that we share this way. He is my bud, sweet darling. I could take care of him always

HOW WEIRD!!!

Prufrock must be playing on my mind quite a bit! This one feels like stepping into Prufrock’s boots! I penned it, literally, sitting at the office stairs two days back.

The Prufrock in Me

This city of joy, of mirth, of life. Oh *City*!

I return to your womb with memories of a coffee bar bell.

Spun over hours of idle talk and banter,

Of laughter and restraint emotions, heart pell-mell.

I just wait for you all my life -

Because you will never ask, and I could never tell

Men and Dogs…! :D

HOW DOGS AND MEN ARE THE SAME:
1. Both take up too much space on the bed.
2. Both have irrational fears about vacuum cleaning.
3. Both mark their territory.
4. Neither tells you what’s bothering them.
5. The smaller ones tend to be more nervous.
6. Both have an inordinate fascination with women’s crotches.
7. Neither does any dishes.
8. Both fart shamelessly.
9. Neither of them notice when you get your hair cut.
10. Both like dominance games.
11. Both are suspicious of the postman.
12. Neither understands what you see in cats.

HOW DOGS ARE BETTER THAN MEN:
1. Dogs do not have problems expressing affection in public.
2. Dogs miss you when you’re gone.
3. Dogs feel guilty when they’ve done something wrong.
4. Dogs admit when they’re jealous.
5. Dogs are very direct about wanting to go out.
6. Dogs do not play games with you-except fetch (and they never laugh at how you throw.)
7. You can train a dog.
8. Dogs are easy to buy for.
9. The worst social disease you can get from dogs is fleas.
10. Dogs understand what “no” means.
11. Dogs mean it when they kiss you.

Courtesy: www.lifeisajoke.com

Omg!

Mostly I feel safe in this city, some days, not so much. Today the president of my company, trying to be helpful, advised me to pick up some bear-spray. I completely misunderstood and in my mind the conversation went like this:

The Pres: “Alice, do you have hairspray in your purse?”

Me: *thinking: what is wrong with my hair?*
“Um..no, but there’s some in the bathroom”

The Pres: *looking confused*
“Oh. Well you should think about getting some. For your purse.”

Me: “Oh…ok, I’ll look into it…”

Meanwhile, I dart to the bathroom and realize that he must have meant BEAR spray. We had been talking about a women getting attacked downtown.

Wow.

He’s probably really confused as to why there’s bear spray in the women’s washroom.

Omg!

Elf, are you reading this?

Dear Elf,

I did watch the movie today, it is called 21 grams of course, I smiled… I also read and reread the poem that is recited in it, the one by Eugenio Montejo… It goes like this-

The earth turned to bring us closer,
it spun on itself and within us,
and finally joined us together in this dream
as written in the Symposium.
Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices;
time passed in minutes and millennia.
An ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh arrived in Nebraska
A rooster was singing some distance from the world,
in one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers.
The earth was spinning with its music
carrying us on board;
it didn’t stop turning a single moment
as if so much love, so much that’s miraculous
was only an adagio written long ago
in the Symposium’s score.

Translated by Peter Boyle

how strange it is? Isn’t it? It took so many co-incidences for us to meet, and so many more for us not to, before. Before, when there was still time. What is co-incidence after all? It is a chance meeting of two events, people; they happen at the same moment and everything changes. So many might have occurred for us to meet, don’t your think so? They say, everyone deserves a second chance… Why can’t I have one more? Sometimes, I think I had mine, and I let it go, I gave it up, long back, when nothing was as it is now.

I want to see you happy; maybe you won’t be happy with me… But, are you happy now? Are you?

Love,
A

The Nose…

I thought of writing this poem for a man I met sometime back who has a terrific nose. I sat and stared at his nose so hard that the rest of him sort of faded away and all that I could recall was that wondrous Greek God like nose.

Met him at a party last week,
A man of manners and sapience deep.
But what struck me most,
About our very cordial host.
Was not his person, rather his nose,
Thus, to ogle at, it was his snout I chose!

What beauty, what an artifact,
Losing all sense of propriety and tact.
I rushed to my Adonis ‘Ian bebe,
Besotted by his wondrous neb.
For this nose boy that I dote,
Are the following lines I wrote-
Thy nose is flawless, like it’s chiseled in teak.
It magnanimity nothing less, than the lofty Himalayan peak!
So sharp and so straight, so very confident of its fate.
Thy nose will make Narcissus weep, for Echo, thine can no longer keep.
Together we shall honour thy nose & make jealous all unfortunate those
Who like me in bitter woes, have been born with a flat platypus nose
But you, my love, my darling rose, shall always be known for thy nose.