Right before my eyes the entire world is turning into ‘The Mall-Lands of Generica’.
I cannot define ‘Me’
A definition is constant,
which I am anything but
In online profiles of people
in the things written about themselves
one can usually find song snippets,
witticisms or long rambling prose of self indulgence.
I tried doing all those.
After a while I realized that it wasn’t me anymore.
The song snippet lost it’s special meaning.
The witticisms seemed tired after a while.
The long rambling prose seemed to be an immature rant.
I was no longer what I was before.
I had become more.
I was anything but constant.
I am anything but constant.
I am more than what I was before.
And there is more to come.
People ask me why I’m a vegetarian.
I have the same answer every time ‘I don’t eat dead animals’
That’s a joke.
Some people get it.
The ones that don’t usually take grave offense.
Or pretend to.
The ones that do get the joke, try to top it…
After pondering a while,
‘…So do you eat living animals?’
What a brilliantly unoriginal comeback!
I stifle my yawn and say….
‘Only the ones that ask too many questions’
Some people get it.
Her plump reddening cheeks
to squeeze them ripe,
to taste them,
to bite them soft,
and then harder,
to feel alive
to see the pain in her eyes,
brimming tears,a quivering lip
is all you are left with
A warm kiss,you suppose,
to take away the pain
that you gave her
does nothing to cheer
her sullen eyes
A solitary rolling tear
caught as it falls forgotten
a promise made,
it too will be forgotten
and all this alas!
fails to bring a smile
The truth, you tell her
is old as the original sin
being luscious, is her fault…
apples are meant to be tasted
even when on cheeks
and she smiles,
for you are forgiven
the truth shall set you free
- Best of 2009: Blushes (bellasugar.com)
I’ve never believed that life can be run purely on the principle of
quid pro quo.
We are never the givers and the takers in equal proportions.
The ratio is usually skewed in either direction…some people take
more than they give, and vice versa.
I’m a giver…something I’ve inherited from dad.He’s the most generous
giver I’ve ever seen.
That’s when I realised that we all have our counterparts.
That was what she was.
The Smith Virus to Neo.(Matrix fans might get this analogy)
She took, took and took.
I realised that she wasn’t selfish…but for every morsel that she
gave, she bit huge chunks out.
When I stopped giving (because I was tired and depleted), she demanded more.
Turns out she’s been losing other friends as well…she’s becoming
lonely.She whines that they have now shown their true colours…
Actually they were hoping you’d stop being a human-leech someday when
you grew up.
It didn’t happen.
They too got tired.
No…they weren’t showing their true colours…
They had brought out the worst in them , hoping that you’d be
repulsed, and hopefully they’d never have to give in to you.
Quid Pro Quo is an ideal situation, best suited for an ideal world.
But the world we live is this one…far from ideal…filled with
lopsided givers and takers.
- Problems with quid pro quo as a negotiating position for threesomes (3somes.wordpress.com)
- Making a Networking “Gift” to Someone (catherinekaputa.typepad.com)
One can watch hollywood movies happily knowing that, no matter
villains or anything insurmountable…at the end of the day , the
americans will save the world. (like they’ve been doing so far ?)
Remember Independence Day? (the movie, you %#^^@!)
July 4th no longer was the independence day of US of A,
but it became the day of liberation rest of the world ,because a geek
jew and a swashbuckling black dude single handedly (how 2 people be
single handed?) infected the alien computers, and liberated us from
Alien invasion. (were the aliens using windows 95 ?They are so easy to
hack… The aliens would have won if they’d used a Mac !)
God Bless America ! (the hollywood version of it)
Buddy comedies have always relied on clashing
personalities being brought together…black/white,
or later your’e going to run out of the usual combinations and try to
come up with exotic ones like…Black Albino/ Racist who thinks he’s
with a white guy or abominable snowman/frigid woman.
That’s why ‘Knowing’ was such a pessimistic movie.
First of all, it shows that advanced aliens are no better than plain
old garden variety humans.
These aliens show bias by chosing only those people who can recieve
their incomprehensible language.
And why only children?
Did you notice that one of the aliens looked like dearly departed
Michael Jackson? (enough with the MJ jokes…let him moon walk in his
And if they knew everything fifty years ago (or maybe more), then why
only torment young kids who can receieve but cannot comprehend these
It would be much more logical to stream these messages directly the
the Nicolas Cage Astrophysicist character than to his hearing impaired
It forced me to draw a conclusion…
Hey! Aliens are humans too!
Finally I didn’t like the movie, because even the hollywood version of
USA was powerless against the climax.(I was retching at the utterly
optimistic and ambiguous anticlimax of the two kids in an alien
planet…it seemed like ‘Knowing Pt 2’ would be a rehash of the Blue
Lagoon…but in a different planet)
BUt the climax made me think…What would I do if it was my last day,
or everybody’s last day on earth?
After five minutes of deep thinking (that’s deep enough for any
I’ve made a list of things to do.
Sleep with a hot girl.(pardon the euphemisms, but there wouldn’t be
any R.E.M involved)
Tell that other girl how I’ve been in love with her for so long,
but some how sleeping with her feels icky.
Go back home – sit with parents,catch hold of my guitar and sing and
talk to them
That’s how shallow I am.
He said they were having a baby.
Actually he said ‘we’ are having a baby’
How is it that ‘we’ are having a baby,
while you are here and she’s there? I asked.
Your Political Correctness maybe well intentioned but is totally wrong.
(You had a hand in it…this baby making process, but that’s all.
Come to think of it, you didn’t have your hand in it at all.
It was some other part of your anatomy.)
All over the world, only women are having babies.
We get to wait and watch.
I want you to see something, I said, handing over a pendrive.
He came back a few hours later.
It isn’t easy, is it? I asked.
I watched it though.
Giving birth isn’t exactly beautiful…
So much blood…
I thought I was watching a sci-fi horror movie.
That old movie with Sigourney Weaver.
Aliens bursting out.
Yet, I’ve watched it thrice already.
I thought I couldn’t watch,
couldn’t look away either.
I think I’m supposed to say it was beautiful.
But it felt violent.
So did ‘we’ have a baby? I asked.
I was here.She was there.
Next thing you know , someone will tell you that ‘we’ are having a period.
(PMS I can understand, but a period?)
Punch him in the face for me, will ya…
Or at least give him a sanitary pad.