How real it could be?

We managed to get on the flat top of the strange looking place. Although the climb was a little more than a 5 storied building, it did not leave us panting. Climbing it was rather fun with the nice even slope, but I am sure Elf wouldn’t agree.

It was beautiful, the sun was high up in the sky, yet one didn’t feel the heat. There was steady breeze, neither hot nor cold just perfect.

Just then I saw these HORSES galloping, oh where they beautiful!!! Three of them, white, and two browns. As they got a little closer I realized that they were much larger than the regular horses, much, much larger. Oh! How I wanna ride them. Although I am shit scared of horses because it’s really difficult to keep the balance, one just keeps tumbling on either side of the narrow seating saddle. BUT THESE, Oh these horses had nice WIDE backs. I am sure the balance would be much better; also their bones might hurt less with such nice thick coating of muscle over them.

I started running, following them as they had passed me and went some 100 odd meters ahead while I was musing about riding them. I was running, pulled in by their magnetism, forgetting the rest of the gang or rather not knowing if they were following me or yelling for me to stop.

I reached a strange looking ruin of some man created fort of sorts. It was falling apart and was clearly not in the books of ancient art history or precious monuments because there were creepers all over it and was black with years of battle with the hard hitting weather. It was still very beautiful, in a very crude sense of the jungle, it was beautiful.

The horses disappeared, Oh Shit!! Now What Do I Do?!?! I have no idea where to go from here or how to go back. CRAP! I looked around and saw a narrow path, very faint, but it was there. Went ahead and saw a sharp turn, I believe it’s a narrow entrance in the structure, caused by some fallen loose stones of the wall. So reluctant but strangely determined I peeped inside, saw wild flowers and trees all over. It was jus the same inside as it was outside. So I walked in, went about aimlessly, being in awe of the beauty of the untouched jungle.

I heard rustling of dried leaves or maybe (just maybe) it was a cheerful sound, I couldn’t be too sure, for it died out as fast as it came. I thought it came somewhere from the right, yea I guess I should check what it was. I started walking from in between the jungle. There were beautiful flowers with colours as vibrant as I’ve never seen before. I saw this bright magenta one. Oh was it Gg-oO-r-G-e-o-U-sS o what?! I had a violent urge to touch and eat it. I wondered if it was normal, aah what the heck! I grabbed one, plucked it and put it in my mouth. Oh the taste was incredible, like nothing I’ve tasted before, yummm. No wonder the bees freak out on brightly coloured flowers, they just taste So Good.

I heard the sound again, this time it was closer and it jerked me out of the magnetism of the hypnotic taste. I moved forward and could sense a lot of people, may be it’s a tribal community loving here. Oh wow, that would be fun! I moved forward, there was an opening of sorts in a wall, some 10 feet away, this one was bigger and there was a lot of light on the other side. This must be it, this is where they live. I must go and check it out. I reached and pushed myself on the other side. The sight, unbelievable as it may seem, was truly extraordinary and wonderful.

There not very far from me were the three magnificent horses and when I shifted my focus to the wide expanse of the truly dream like jungle I saw the most wondrous creatures.

There were huge brightly coloured birds, llama, giraffes, deer, and squirrels – mighty big ones too. Oh and a little further away, lazing in the shade was a Panther! A PANTHER! ohmigod was it awesome or what?!

I tried to move about soundlessly as to not disturb them and startle them with a human presence. But I had a feeling that although they didn’t take notice of me, they seemed to know I was there and didn’t mind it. I moved a little further and just then I saw the strangest of all sites. They looked like monkeys but were nothing like the 3 of them, 2 big ones and a kid. The elders were holding two trees on either side and had entangled their tails with each other and the baby was sitting on it and together all three of them were swinging oh! So much fun!

They had such peculiar eyes, perfectly round and really big – reminded me of the powder-puff girl’s eyes. There was about half an inch of bright magenta border around them. Without realizing I had moved closer to them and now I could really see the eyes clearly while they kept on swinging while looking at me. The eyes seemed to be smiling with their crystal clear shine and the magenta border. Even when the mouth was still the eyes were smiling. I could see myself only a dark silhouette in their eyes. All that running around and moving about in the jungle had surely messed up my hair.

I couldn’t stop myself from saying, although I knew that there was no way the monkeys would understand what I’d be saying, but before I could stop myself I uttered “My turn next”. I knew I said it because I could feel my mouth move but only a very strange sound came out, and something stranger happened next. The kid jumped out, looked at me with those smiley eyes and turned to look at the live monkey swing. It really WAS my turn.

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Starry, starry night.

Paint your palette blue and grey,

Look out on a summer’s day,

With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.

Shadows on the hills,

Sketch the trees and the daffodils,

Catch the breeze and the winter chills,

In colors on the snowy linen land.

 

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,

How you suffered for your sanity,

How you tried to set them free.

They would not listen, they did not know how.

Perhaps they’ll listen now.

 

Starry, starry night.

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,

Swirling clouds in violet haze,

Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue.

Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,

Weathered faces lined in pain,

Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand.

 

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,

How you suffered for your sanity,

How you tried to set them free.

They would not listen, they did not know how.

Perhaps they’ll listen now.

 

For they could not love you,

But still your love was true.

And when no hope was left in sight

On that starry, starry night,

You took your life, as lovers often do.

But I could have told you, Vincent,

This world was never meant for one

As beautiful as you.

 

Starry, starry night.

Portraits hung in empty halls,

Frameless head on nameless walls,

With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget.

Like the strangers that you’ve met,

The ragged men in the ragged clothes,

The silver thorn of bloody rose,

Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

 

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,

How you suffered for your sanity,

How you tried to set them free.

They would not listen, they’re not listening still.

Perhaps they never will…

 

Song by: Don Mclean

Song: Vincent (Starry Starry Night)

Ridiculous Observations

 

I think it’s about that time for me to make fun of people again. I miss it.

The best place to start is the jungle they call Online Dating. So I created a fake id for the fun of it and here are a few of my latest emails received. Oh how I love seeing the English language being slaughtered. Sigh!

Bachelor #1: YOU SEEM NICE GET BACK IF YOUR INTERERSTED

A quick glance at his profile reveals that as a career: “I work about 60 hours about in concrete. I am happy with my life”. That’s all he says and the only answer to the typical “About Me” stuff he gave was his salary.

First of all I’d like to know how I seem nice when you’ve never spoken to me. You can’t really judge niceness based on a written profile, especially not one that’s fake and to the point, like mine is. That would be like me telling him that he seems loud. Which he does, what with all the yelling and such.

Also what the hell does “about 60 hours about in concrete” mean? You work close to 60 hours kind of with a material resembling concrete? You work 60 hours a week? A month? A pay-period? A year? A lifetime? Who the hell cares how many hours you work?

NEXT!

Bachelor #2: Do u have msn?

While I’m at it, can I just give you my address? We haven’t exchanged 5 words and you want me to give you my msn? What kind of girl sees this message and thinks: “Gosh he sure did put in a lot of effort to obtain a personal bit of information from me; I should definitely give him a chance.”

So, giving him a chance, I look at his profile and find these tantalizing tidbits:

I am sexxy, energetic, and easy going. I am 31 male 5′9 well built and looking for friends and more. i am adventurious and always lookingto try new things.

Good thing you’re sexxy and not just sexy because I never date guys who are “only one x” sexy.

Moving on!

Bachelor #3: HI! I am nice good looking East Indian guy who is looking for some fun.

If you’re so good-looking why don’t you have a picture up? Also, telling a normal girl you’re looking for some fun = telling a whore you just want to talk. Or something along those lines.

My backwards analogies make sense in my mind. Does yours after reading this post?

Smells Like Teen Spirit (:

Smiles and Forgiveness

Brighter and lighter

The world seems now

Sooner or later

I will escape and how!

The sun seems glorious

And dances on my windows

My actions less notorious

And are more left indoors!

Again I am willing to fly

And take that flight

The birds in my sky

Are showing the green light!

When the time comes

I will hop, skip and jump

Till then I will wait

And avoid the bump!

I see a myriad colour

Pumping at the start

The smell of squalor

Leaving my heart!

Smiles spread across

From ear to ear

That leaves my soul

So far from fear!

Gone will be those days

When I will stress

For the angels above

Are finally here to bless!

I will dance till I die

But live to see that wee hour

With a twinkle in my eye

That won’t be sour!

I thank you all

For the good times and bad

But I know the fall

Wasn’t that bad!

So all I can leave

Is happy trails all the way

And let my heart forgive

For you deserve it and so do they!

Brighter and lighter

The world seems now

Sooner or later

I will escape and how!

The sun seems glorious

And dances on my windows

My actions less notorious

And are more left indoors!

Again I am willing to fly

And take that flight

The birds in my sky

Are showing the green light!

When the time comes

I will hop, skip and jump

Till then I will wait

And avoid the bump!

I see a myriad colour

Pumping at the start

The smell of squalor

Leaving my heart!

Smiles spread across

From ear to ear

That leaves my soul

So far from fear!

Gone will be those days

When I will stress

For the angels above

Are finally here to bless!

I will dance till I die

But live to see that wee hour

With a twinkle in my eye

That won’t be sour!

I thank you all

For the good times and bad

But I know the fall

Wasn’t that bad!

So all I can leave

Is happy trails all the way

And let my heart forgive

For you deserve it and so do they!

Bygone memories of school…

 

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils. 

– William Wordsworth

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils. 

– William Wordsworth

You…

You stand alone, in the humid place and enchant yourself. A droplet of sweat runs down your neck… And suddenly the cool breeze combs through your hair… a sweet musky scent it carries… it caresses your face…You are thankful, you are obliged, you are overwhelmed, you are blessed. Although you don’t remember when it came and how it died…

But for the breeze, I know, she traveled many miles… just to touch you and feel you… now she takes along your fragrance; like the bittersweet memory of a long lost lover, wherever she goes… she will be bubbling with glee and happiness of having met you… She tells every new face she meets, that she touched you… and your scent to her bosom she keeps…

She does know, that she’ll soon have to die… but she doesn’t regret; for she holds you close, as she loved you the most… And every time she takes a new form, she’ll come to meet you, as the wind, the rain, the sand, the fire, the ash, the smoke or the froth… She’ll touch you, love you and will bury herself dead and be born again, knowing that her only purpose of life was and is… YOU…

Po…po…Potato…!

Fritter, fry or boil, you may,
There’s nothing like a potato today.
Cheapest veggie you can buy,
Purchase big bags without a sigh!
With inflation and soaring tax,
Meat prices reaching their max.

Potatoes peeled washed and dried,
Fry them deep in porky hide.
Or bake it well, make a potato pie,
And take it down with bread of rye.
When short of time, rush hour it is,
Mash and mix with creamy cheese.

Summer, winter and monsoon too,
A potato can be found all year through.
Potatoes today, potatoes tomorrow,
Best thing to eat to purge your sorrow.
Hear me out, for I speak well,
All hail potatoes, they shall always sell!

Chilly Beans or Syrup…

Now you jumpstart another day
Soaked in chilly beans or syrup
who knows what will come your way
the chilly bean or the syrup!

If every time I shed a tear
A white pearl were to form
Then would you also cry my dear
To see if a white pearl would form
And rich we’d get from pearls galore
That from crying we would form

Little joys of kisses sought
and love’s labour lost
what is this life if not
this sweet molten frost!

Goblins at my door…

Knocking at the door,
in the middle of the night,
at half past four
when i switched off the light
came five little goblins
with red satin caps
a basket full of clanging tins
and strange coloured maps.

I blinked hard twice
and pinched
yet could not believe my eyes
I flinched!
Goblins at my door?!?
It shook me to my core!

And then, the eldest spoke!
With his wiry finger did he poke-
“howdy miss, how do you do?
We’re the goblins of the far north
we’ve come to visit you!”

And so they marched in
right upto the den
all five little goblins
with such confidence!
When I rushed back
they told me to calm
handed me some chocolate
and an ache curing balm!

“We read in the papers
you’ve been a little low
this is not caper
to you, this we shall show
we’re your angels in disguise
here to love, not despise
lovelorn maidens we cure
of this you can be sure”

so they wished me night
off they were out of sight
again I blinked hard twice,
and pinched
I could not believe my eyes,
I flinched!

I sat upon the bed
and did all that they said
I chomped on the chocolate
and rubbed on some balm
have I lost my mind
or is this a joke of some kind??

Suddenly heavy lids overcame me
I flopped on the bed
could not think or see
off to sleep I fell dead!

Letters to Miko…

Dear Miko,

I suppose you’ll never get the chance to read this, and maybe I will never get to even tell you that inspite of the slight nature of our acquaintance, you have in some strange way touched my heart. I really do not know what first drew me to you, I suppose I have always been attracted to eccentric people and you have been just that, the little that we know of you. I liked that you love to walk, that you are tall and lanky, and a little weird, quiet and withdrawn, maybe shy, and so very proper and polite. You inspired me to read a little more, work a little harder on my English; listen to that extra bit of music, love my Ipod even more, read up a little more on the sixties and the seventies and so on. I loved that you made me listen to Harry Belafonte, Miles and told me about the bands, Bread and Cream. I love The Bread, by the way.

Life on a trip revolves around some very simple things for me. I wish I could tear you away from the humdrum of class, professors and friends and take you to Marine Drive once again to watch the sun set a few more times. I have always thought it a miracle that the sun would set the same time for ever and ever. I want to steal a little bit of that beauty and keep it in my heart. It is like tearing a small piece of bread from a loaf when you are hungry, there maybe many more loaves but this one particular one would always have that one bite off it. I suppose I make little sense.

I had this dream the other night, where we sat side by side facing an “electric blue” river and what seemed like the ruins of Guatemala, and certain specimens of big horned deer who miraculously changed to people right before my eyes. When this happened you just put your arm around my waist and pulled me close and kissed me gently on my cheek and softly said: what a dangerous t-shirt… ! (referring to the people I thought were deer but were actually dressed in some sort of costume possibly) All this was very nice and I felt extraordinarily close to you. For a long time after I woke I shut my mind to the clutter of the outside world and hugged onto my dream like a precious secret till slowly its sensuality began to wane.

I don’t know what this year holds for me, but of all the things that I dearly wish for, I would certainly like to wish to get to know you a little better, spend some more time with you and maybe, even get a chance to call you this – “Miko”.

Love,
A

In search of memories…

It’s exasperating to think how well I remember you, every miniscule detail – it seems to me that the essence of your being is etched into my mind with golden liquid paint. Your memory continues to sink in deeper and deeper so that one day all that my life shall be, would be an extension of this memory.

Nothing is so permanent as this, no change in this, only I continue to get molded more and more into different shapes, but my void remains but a void.

Everything that remains incomplete has a much stronger memory than those that we aspire and achieve. The broken edges jab at my heart every now and then and I long to reach out and touch something that will sooth the pain. Our lives are but reflections of the cosmos that envelopes us, it is rich with the things we touch, the hearts we love, the tastes we swallow and the rivers that we go floating down. Every life is but a fleeting moment in the endless continuum of time and space, each likened to the other, linked by a thread that is only too bare but unbreakable.

But it is not to despair, for although a meaningless life as this is, there are joys too. We look for happiness in every little crevice of this universe, standing tall as we do, each one is a manifestation of the untold truth, as the centre of the universe…at the centre of the universe; we are all the essentials of our own little world. For man, and indeed all animals, life begins from the core, our egos – the self. For it is in all our similarities and differences that constitute each self, every one of us is a strategist in the world’s warfare. In being who we are we are constantly changing, moulding re-moulding ourselves in accordance with the ideals that constitute ourselves. And it is in this Herculean change that we find the constancy that we crave for. What an odd little world.

I digressed.

The moment is lost; you are lost in the depth of my memory. I cannot close my eyes and feel any longer the wet kiss on my nose. Will my memories fade? Will another one overshadow this memory? If all our memories happen only to be written over then what is the meaning of our experiences. The present is so fleeting and yet man gives up his all just for a moment of ecstasy… a single moment of the emotion that he craves for. The tears that I shed have no meaning any longer, for that was in the past, and my present will not form a memory, as vivid as it is in passing, in the future. But a lingering fragrance must remain and I guess it shall remain… Our lives are like traces of a perfume that we had put on once, our memories are its fragrance, at its best when it has begun to fade, but a whiff returns to us its former glory filling our senses with fulfillment of remembrance…

Trumpeting the Trump life…

I’m not trying to make anyone jealous here but I have some very exciting news to share…I’m sure it’s only because of all the charitable work I’ve been doing. Well, that and let’s face it, I am kind of a big deal.

See, I’ve been sent a very special personal invitation to join Donald Trump himself at a very exciting seminar held right here in my town. Not only was I personally invited but I received 2 complimentary VIP tickets. That’s right bitches; Don and I are tight like that.

Apparently I’m going to learn about property investment and how to be a Real Estate mogul. It’ll even teach me how to be my own boss..er.. Forever.

Now, the card only had a small sample of all the great things I’ll be learning but it does put emphasis on the fact that (and I quote): “This is what I have learned the hard way, in the streets, fighting to grow my empire and fighting to stay on top”

I’m not really sure what kinds of things you learn on the streets of Park Avenue but I’m sure it’ll be very eye-opening.

I’m pretty sure the signature is authentic and the card is hand-signed, after all what better things could he possibly be keeping busy with?

Don’t worry, I won’t forget about you while I’m off living my lavish lifestyle and making millions simply by looking at buildings.

*ROTFLMAO