Rukku's song

I'd never seen Rukku athhe in anything but a nine yard kache sari. She always looked immaculate and quite striking. A gentle lady. She's one woman on my father's side of the family who always wore around her like an aura, a sense of equanimity. White flowers for some reason I thought suited her. I always made it a point to take her some at least once a year.

I didn't meet her too often but the affection between us was unconditional and genuine. I liked it when she sounded worried about me or my siblings or my myriad cousins. It was a sense of beautiful comfort when in her house, drinking her filter coffee and listening to her husband whose mind was sharp as a tack despite being a nonogenarian, quizzing us on archaic science. Laughter just came easy around this strange couple.

One home less now in Bangalore now where I can drop into a safety net of real comfort. She died last night uneasily in her sleep. I didn't get to say goodbye.

Dreg 

This miserable excuse for a human being who lives close by is a blithering idiot. It's confirmed now beyond doubt. I did give the thing a goodish while to prove otherwise but oh no it insisted on being the beacon of a rather excessive mental retardation.

I first noticed this leaning towards fuckedupness during the very first days of our acquaintance.

It was a mammoth effort on my part to not die of boredom when it trotted along. And guess what the pillar of braindeadness did? It completely bewildered me with its total lack of imagination in not getting my rather simple jabs at sarcasm. To its credit, it does display character. Its character is like the weakest, most watery tea...the kind you get in NCC camps or Abu gharib possibly.  To think this wonder of the world reserves a right to judge people who are different is...leaves me speechless.

 

I demand to have the right to puke on this thing.

Tagalu

1. If your lover betrayed you, what would your reaction be?
mmm nice...yay!!! I don't have to feel guilty anymore..lol

2. If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?
to lead a Wooster like life. Oh Jeeves...

3. Whose butt would you like to kick?
bitch person...ssssssstarting with the letter..isn't it obvios..bah!!!

4. What would you do with a billion dollars?
go on a lifelong expedition exploring the world

5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?
eeewwww no....not possible. there is not the remotest possibility of friendship if i was attracted to someone. I'd have been busy bonding in other ways.

6. Which is more blessed: loving someone or being loved by someone?
both equally

7. How long would you wait for someone you loved?
heh...wait? when there is so much love going around?

8. If the person you secretly like is attached, what will you do?
Seduce him (lol...I swear I'd still allow him to have quality time with his grandchildren. I wouldn't interfere)

9. If you could root for one social cause, what would it be?
female infanticide

10. What takes you down the fastest?
public speaking

11. Where do you see yourself in 10 years time?
I dunno...on a rocking chair, knitting socks by the fireplace in my castle with 2 children and a dog at my feet..a scene of domestic bliss
Or
covering war somewhere as a unilateral
or
as a social butterfly/trophy wife
or
as the proud owner of my wonderful travel bar
or
working on projects for lonely planet
or
ideally doing all the above at the same time

12. What’s your fear?
those damn oblong things they usually insist on having at children's parties

13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
She's a 'cartoon' person.. LOL. A brilliant child.

14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?
Single and rich of course. Think about it... this allows for so many more options.

15. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?
roll over, switch on my macbook and check mail...exciting eh?

16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously who will you pick?
erm can't I have em both?

17. Would you give all in a relationship?
depends

18. Would you forgive and forget someone no matter how horrible a thing he has done?
I have a really short term memory . I forget very quickly which is probably why I forgive just as easily.

19. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?
alternating between the two...strikes a nice balance me thinks.

20. List of people to tag: priya, aka, prem

Staccato 

Shabby work, he said. So fucking what? I protest against this insistence on perfection. I've always believed in not being constrained by anything, especially not time. Why then should I give in to conventions of something as restrictive as language (psst I have no idea where the commas go in this sentence).

I don't want to use commas where they should be simply because it's stifling. Hmm yes it could be argued that the reader may find it difficult to follow. My point is why shouldn't the reader get off his/her lazy butt and get the implicit meanings without artificial crutches. Implicit's not good for him either. Subtlety apparently has no place in journalism. Maybe its better not to know too much then. No fear then of hidden meanings.

Of course there should exist rules for those who want them to order their lives. For others like me who prefer disarray over anything else, nobody should be allowed to force romance out of language. Whether for impact or otherwise, all kinds of writing must flourish if only for the sake of variety.

Writing is an art. I'm not disputing that. And like all art it must follow convention to be privileged. I refuse to cave in. Besides I don't mind being shabby at times and good at others ...whatever strikes my fancy. I want to decide.

Raven rant

Molten moods could lead anywhere. These days they have a mind of their own and insist on going the wrong way. I've given up on absolute control. I can taste the bile sometimes but force it into an ever lingering dull pain.If it lasts much longer I'm afraid of permanent adoption. Frightened of almost everything. I find kindness in the strangest places in spite of it.

I allow myself an occasional fistful of happiness.

Violent desires

I need an M&B and now. This whole god damn house is wall papered with books and I can't find one freaking mush novel. Think I'm going to scream.

Besides this guy whose blog I read and whom I thought was one of the weirdest, funniest guy I had come across has in fact proved to be a- little- more- than- I- can- handle of the former.As he himself suggests what he deserves is a cruel castration for his limited understanding. Oh crap!That's not true, any form of understanding would be crediting him with some kind of intelligence, no form of which he appears to posess. Maybe I should leave a scathing comment on his blog but does he deserve it? Or perhaps it would be more gratifying to knock him down with the bag of doorknobs he talks about.

Living with Chickungunya is certainly not pleasant!

“Eros is good”
Beautiful velvet swirling sensuously around every inch of your near bare body can get dangerously addictive. Neither food nor sex can equal the erotic tactility of water.

Powerful strokes cut through the water at precise angles, a couple of hours after which limbs liquid with the exertion relax at the edge of the pool. Combined with the waters heady caress, there is pleasure in the pain. Every particle of my body surrenders to this sweet agony.

But like any psychedelic drug, dosage needs to be consistently upped to obtain similar results. I slowly increase the number of laps till I’m almost working out three hours everyday covering a stretch of two and a half kilometers. A few weeks into this madness and the body resists what the soul craves for. “Swimmer’s ear,” the doctor sympathetically clucks and pronounces. A fungal infection of the ear that could leave me 60 per cent hearing impaired or to put it more bluntly deaf. But hey the first whimsical question that pops into my head which I give tongue to is, “What about mermaids then?” “Earplugs and eardrops,” he prescribes, not unkindly completely ignoring my, what I considered then, valid question.

Free ears, something which I never thought I’d ever say (I know it sounds like a corny slogan for a right to information or something) can only be appreciated relatively, when you are forced to go about with stuffed ones. Not only is it incredibly painful it also surprisingly heightened my olfactory senses. This seems like a good thing but it really is not. The aromatic delights of a dead lizard somewhere in some far flung corner of the club is not something you wish to revel in. Also the pain is a bloody impairment. A hundred and twenty laps takes what seems like an interminably long time, almost an eternity to complete. A three day respite will do me a world of good. To free ears. Cheers.

“Eros had better be better.”