The Möbius strip called life…

Been running a marathon,

on this road called life.

Been running for a while now,

yet there was no end in site.

An invention got on my way once

saw this satellite device.

Wohoo I could see myself from above

but – hey – look – what the heck

it’s a Möbius strip I was running on

Been running a marathon,

on this road called life.

Been running for a while now,

yet there was no end in sight.

An invention got on my way once

saw this satellite device.

Wohoo I could see myself from above

but – hey – look – what the heck!

it’s a Möbius strip I was running on

(Inspired by logic behind the Möbius strip )

On my mind today

 

• The law of averages
  
• G.I. Joe
  
• The novel ‘Shopaholic’
  
• Endless campaigns
  
• Pink chrysanthemums
  
• Rickety Spanish
  
• Venomous Love
  
• Idle repartee
  
• Loco thoughts
  
• Toothy Giggles
  
• The law of averages
  
• G.I. Joe
  
• The novel ‘Shopaholic’
  
• Endless campaigns
  
• Pink chrysanthemums
  
• Rickety Spanish
  
• Venomous Love
  
• Idle repartee
  
• Loco thoughts
  
• Toothy Giggles
  

The law of averages

G.I. Joe

The novel ‘Confessions of a Shopaholic’

Endless campaigns

Pink chrysanthemums

Rickety Spanish

Venomous love

Idle repartee

Loco thoughts

Toothy giggles

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.

Monday blues…

Well here we are, Monday morning yet again. Why does Monday get 1/7th of my time? I’d way rather give Saturday half of Monday’s time. Can we start a petition for that? Or else just eradicate Mondays all together (although that leaves the problem of Tuesdays – they’ll start being the evil day and then we’ll have to deal with that. Soon the week will comprise of Friday, Saturday and Sunday but we’ll hate every other Friday because it will technically be a Monday).

Nevermind… lets move on…

Right now I just realised that I have been so miserable over the weekend that I should undergo a retail therapy at the earliest. And I just wonder as to why oh why wasn’t I wearing my new dress over the weekend? Why didn’t I put on some fake eyelashes and entertain myself? Why didn’t I brush my hair before leaving the house this morning?

I guess some things we’ll just never know.

Kindle This Hearts Dying Flame…

Wandering through the darkness
searching for a source of light
walking alone through this desolate land
a land that some call life
I need to find a fire
to kindle this hearts dying flame
someone to Search inside
someone who can stand to see the pain

Chorus: So save me from myself…
And I will give you all of me
Give me a little of yourself
And I will love you endlessly

Don’t be afraid of the shadows
I have been lost in it for so long
After awhile they’re comforting
After all the feeling is gone
Give to me your hand and lead me to the light
Take me from the darkness
Help me regain my sight

I know it’s a lot to ask
and I have not much to give
All I have is love
and the rest of this life to live

Chorus: So save me from myself…
And I will give you all of me
Give me a little of yourself
and I will love you endlessly

Weaving Dreams…

So I’ve heard when you’re pregnant you have really strange dreams. I happen to have really strange dreams all the time (and no I’m not perpetually pregnant because that would be more than a little awkward).

For example last night I dreamt that I missed work (as a copywriter!), ran into my boss and her (yes, it was a fat harrowed chick in my dream!) mountain bike and proceeded to explain to her that my key wasn’t working so I couldn’t go to work. We then went on a bike ride out to the Himalayas where she proceeded to cry about some guy and we ate apple muffins with raisins (ugh!)

I used to have a reoccurring dream that I was in a red convertible (with different people in each dream) driving through the mountains. Then the car would either fall off a cliff or a bridge or take a weird turn of unfortunate events and I would wake up being on a rollercoaster.

I’ve dreamt that I was a camp counselor and the kids were trying to light shit on fire all the time. To get them to stop we had to throw ribbons around and braid each others hair. Oh hell! Wait, that was actually a scene in PollyAnna.

I’ve dreamt about pigs that danced (Madagascar style) in the rain dressed as police officers. Under their overcoats (since that’s obviously what dancing pigs wear) they all had knock-off watches they were trying to sell.

The weirdest thing that happens to me by far while I’m sleeping (other then Pistols watching through my window – I’m on to you buddy) is sleep-paralysis. I “wake up” but my body is still asleep. Basically, what happens is that you are totally completely paralyzed but your brain is awake.

Sometimes you even get fun hallucinations, like seeing a man standing at the end of your bed. Of course, you can’t turn on the light because you’re absolutely paralyzed and your brain doesn’t send signals to your body.

Now, it sounds terrifying and mostly it is, but the fun part about it is that a lot of people who get it think they’ve been abducted by aliens, had an out-of-body experience or seen a ghost. So any time I want to make up wild crazy stories about green toothed Martians whisking me away to play bridge and drink swamp water, I have the perfect alibi!

No wonder my dreams are so messed up.

whatever….! I guess it’s the Monday morning blues…!

Monday Musings…

ugh!

Things that i abhore about Monday…

1. Not having quite recovered from the weekend

2. Feeling like pulling on my old comfy blanket  and curling up in the fetal position by hearing the alarm clock…The feeling just doesn’t go away all day.

3. Trying to tell my coworkers about my weekend while having to omit all the funny/interesting stories for fear of reprimand and looking unprofessional. Basically I tell them what I did between 10 and 5 – which is…nothing.

4. Realizing that the piles of papers on my desk aren’t going to miraculously disappear. Apparently just because you ignore something, it doesn’t actually go away

5. I wish i had that bottle of wine that i left by my bedside last night

6. Want God to equip women with a remote control- so that we can rewind the days as per our convenience

7. Wish i was puffy the vampire slayer

8. It’s Monday, ’nuff said.

Does the trauma of a Monday have a name?

Here I am sitting and trying to work but my boredom knows no bounds. I have been in a retrospection mode since quite sometime and I can see myself evolving in the same. Not that I am happy about it though! I guess there are times when one needs to do something that is NOT normal and I am trying to revel in that. I went to Mumbai for the weekend and sadly it didn’t turn out as expected. I was bored and there were times when I just wanted to catch the next flight and come home but then I asked myself one question, ‘Where is home?’ alas! I kept my bags down and my wild brain at bay and ran away to the nearest pub to guzzle some cold beer and fish fingers I realized that this city has always been my home and I was trying to runaway from it? Bah! The figment of one’s mind can be so weird at times!

I underwent a retail therapy over the weekend not that I had any intentions of splurging so much but I ended up buying 25 pairs of shoes for myself! Kholapuris, stilettos, oshos, slippers, office wear, party wear, sleep wear…. you name it and I got it… some do have a reason whereas other don’t but who cares…after all I am in my city and I have to pay my homage to the streets of Colaba Yeah, you head it right and trust me I can’t shake off the fetish. I have tried and tried to curtail my spending powers but whenever I open my wallet to fiddle around with it, I see my black American Express Card and lose it. I don’t have the cure for the itch (as if I am finding one!) It’s like an aphrodisiac for me and I am sure that in some ancient scriptures, shopping would have been mentioned as a therapeutic medicine

Anyways here I sit and wait for my lunch to arrive in a nice foil container whereas I muse over what’s there in it. The day has been uneventful till now and the week holds no promise as well. Last night I came to work directly from the airport and was not in the right frame of mind at all. However in a matter of time I was able to deliver the work and I was amazed at myself. Not that I doubt my capabilities, I was amused that I could churn out a good campaign in a matter of minutes which I am sure would have left the Shuvendus and the Pankajs of this world speechless! Men like them are bound to be there all the time but I guess these guys epitomize stupidity and ego and I must say the combination is a deadly one as none is decipherable. I try to reason out with them; secretly try to be in their shoes but in vain. All I know is that such men should be left alone lest I might get infected with their disease called stupego…! I know it’s a sad one but who gives a flying fuck! I’m bored and I get a benefit of doubt there

I guess I have jabbered enough. Let me check on my food now.

Ciao!

Morbid Monday

I woke up this morning in an incredibly irritable mood. And people have done nothing to help it. People are as gay as ever. Jagan I’m sure is waiting to pounce upon me at the unguarded moment when I decide to check my horoscope. And the week holds out the promise of nothing worth looking forward to. A very good evening to you too.

I’m going through one of those phases where I feel like running away from it all. I don’t know if I’ve already posted it, but there’s this inspirational strip of Pearls Before Swine which shows the way to kindred souls searching for a way out of this misty maze called ‘the real world’. It’s just not what it used to be. Worked for me for the first two years or so, but it has been steadily downhill ever since. What is a girl to do?

And before any men (I’ve come to the conclusion that chauvinistic is a redundant adjective when describing men; they are all chauvinistic, consciously or subconsciously) suggest that I am pms-ing, let me clarify, I’m far from it. Twenty eight whole days far.

It is so typical for men to label women giving attitude for 7 days a month as abnormal. They give it all the time and they’re normal, we give it some of the time and we’re ‘pms-ing’. Typical. I know I might come off sounding like a man-hating bitch (which is not true, as some previous thoughts will testify to- I’m quite the opposite), but I’m willing to risk that to vent some of this frustration. As is often the case, frustration with one (man) is leading to criticism of all (men).

I hate gay men.

I’m NOT homophobic or against gay rights in any way.