Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Ei Toh Chai!

Ki chai?


KAAJ.

Boroshoro.
Jaate time kaate.
That gives you something to look forward to.
That gives you something other to do than annoy your friend. You don't want to sound like needy, korun bachha. Especially because there is only one month left to notannoy. And do Moja.

Doberman Pinscherke guard korbo. Masseuse howa cholbe na. Poet ami noye. Tao. Majhe majhe out of desperation. Hoye Jaaye. This is why I shall never be a poet.

Sample this:

Written on Another Evening With Nothingtodobutannoy.

Inspire me, O Strange outlandish place!

With a moment between rocking back and forth

When you can see both worlds in clarity.

With a moment between creativity and madness

When you create your Ninth Symphony.

With a moment between a wink and a Smile

When you "unfold your love."

With a moment between perfectendings and credits

When you take a moving picture home with you, in you.

With a moment between a drag and a blur

When Tokyo lights up for you.

With a moment between opium and golden slumbers

When your Kubla Khan gently weeps.

Inspire me, O Strange inverted world!

For the sun has set on the western sky

And words have failed me once again...

With a moment between thoughts and reaching for a pen.




This is why. Never a poet. Always distinterestedmonologue.


FIND ME WORK.

Monday, May 26, 2008

Masseuses And Heras.

DI was the day before.
DI=Moja with capital M day. Even if the quiz sucks. And someone needs an ENT. Or a new Stanley. And even though you could do without it, Raji's White Rose doesn't make up for a Silver Grill Jungle King special. And insane monkeys falling over one another.

You remember the exact moment when you're heart aches for He-Man. When asked to distinguish between Dormant and Inactive bank accounts. And when you realise Hera's breast was responsible for the Milky Way.

And then those times when Weird assumes an entirely different dimension. When you are asked for a massage. A secsual favour as some would call it.


I'm slyly slitting his jugular vein.




Don't tell anyone.

The Tag

There's a reason tags are infamous. It's completely impossible to treat one as a wallflower. Even a bad one. Which is why wen the Lady of Shalot tagged me, I just had to.



A for Annesha. Name. Identity. Also a certain degree of narcissism.

B for Bollocks. Bumba. Biotech. Boobloo. Bappida also. And BCL.

C for Chameleon. Deceptive. Pretty. And in abundant in a metro of so much rang. And Cool Water. Cinder And Smoke.

D for David Cook. And Dhassaala. Dream Gaarl. And Djokovic.

E for Emergency. A word which I seem to require quite a lot. And Eleanor Rigby. Who I am destined to be. And Exit Music For a Film.

F for Fuck. Films. Foreign. Friends

G for Gandu. Gollywogs. GHMs . And Grey's Anatomy

H for Heelo. Hemlines. Heroes. Helen---of Troy and Bollywood

I for Imagine. And everything associated with it.

J for Jamai Shoshthi. And all the lovely fruits that came along with it. Like Jamrool. and also Jeebhe Goja. Jaaast.

K for Kool, Kewl, Kul, KKool and all other variants of the word. Kunal Kapoor. And Kirin.

L for LMB. And all the insane times attached to that godforsaken school. License to Kill.

M for Music. Muse. Morning. Maple syrup. And Murder. And Mummy.

N for Notagain. Notme.

O for Once. And One is the loneliest number.

P for Pinka. Politics. Poison. Pulpul. And pointless.

Q for Quincy which is a crazily funny name. And Queen. And Quixote.

R for Radiohead. Robert Downey Jr.

S for Samit Basu. Sharks. Seahorses. Salt. Saala.Sex. Shweta.

T for Thea. Who came first. And messed things up. And Thaaiiggger!

U for Uninterrupted. Ubiquitous. Understanding things. Upstairs.

V for Vodka. Vinyl.

W for What the faaaaaaaa? and When. And the Wildcats. And Wow. Courtesy Anasua. Weird.

X for XKCD. and Exclamation marks.

Y for Yanna Rascala, Mind It! Yeh Mera Divaanapan. You've Got Mail.

Z for Zonk!! The name of our band. Zoom. And Zeeshan. unfortunately renamed Tooshen .

New Posht

This is to get away. And also because of time. The abundance of it. And the Mahfouzness of it. Forgive me. I've said too much. And I havent said enough. Not yet anyway. Hmmm.