Our Lives

Her Life
Was like a Rohmer film
Intellectual conversations
Moral Tales
Stories told in installments
Starring weak males

His Life
Was like a Kitano movie
Limited expressions (if any)
Harmless games (many)
Humour dead pan
Creative bursts
Fireworks
And in the Eye a morbid man

Proof

Drop me a line
So I know your wrists are fine

Give me a call
So I know your brains don’t adorn the wall

Make a statement profound
So I know your thought process is sound

Show me some kindness and grace
And I shall know your heart's in the right place

The Shallowest Man In The World

finds himself out of depth

Ode To Chandler

On days when happiness was as rare as a fat postman
and you feel lower than a badgers belly,
and the hours crawl by like a sick cockroach

I met an old man who was as thin as a honest alibi and
and a face like a lost battle
and a voice that even whisky failed to improve

He asked me if i had seen this girl who
smelled the way the Taj Mahal looks by moonlight
and whose voice was as cool as boarding-house soup
and who is almost as hard to get as a haircut.

I said No.

Tall Claims (aka Fat Chance)

(Said He)
I am a snake
I am a viper

(Said Me)
you are a snake
but not a viper

you are a gunman
but not a sniper

you are the harmless rat snake protecting the grain
you are the boy next door of the next lane

His Life

sandwiches amidst whores
drinks amidst bores
numbness amidst sores
sixes amidst fours

Once Upon A Time

There was a girl who loved me
WHY??
Now she no longer loves me
Sigh!!

Marlowe On Marriage

“The other part of me wanted to get out and stay out, but this was the part I never listened to. Because if I ever had I would have stayed in the town where I was born and worked in the hardware store and married the boss’s daughter and had five kids and read them the funny paper on Sunday morning and smacked their heads when they got out of line and squabbled with the wife about how much spending money they were to get and what programmes they could have on the radio or TV set. I might even have got rich – small-town rich, an eight-room house, two cars in the garage, chicken every Sunday, and the Reader’s Digest on the living-room table, the wife with cast-iron permanent and me with a brain like a sack of Portland cement. You take it, friend. I’ll take the big, sordid, dirty, crooked city.”

Marlowe's views on Life

Marlowe on Commercials

The commercials would have sickened a goat raised on barbed wire and broken beer bottles.

Marlowe on Page 3

I don't read them often, only when I run out of things to dislike.

I threw the paper into the corner and turned on the TV set. After the society page dog vomit even the wrestlers looked good.

Road To Ladakh

Manali to Leh
A journey through hell
Interspersed with uninspiring road signs
That still ring a bell

Dont be a Gama
In the land of the Lama

Drive with safety
And at home have safe tea

Wonder how people read this and still get by
As any man with any sense of humor shall surely die!!

Shanti Stupa

Paper, Scissor , Stone they played
Along steps laid
To reach the Lord
They stuck a chord
With those at the top
Youth was offered on the hop

Hard Sell

'Naseen' ear
cleaning champion no fear
no pain
only gain
its feel very very nice, please dont be
afraid, 40 yrs experience you see!!

Options

Caught between the devil
and the deep blue sea
Surrendered to the devil first
Paid the price
Now!Time to dive into the the sea?

Weapons

Velvet Revolver
Silver Bullets
For the Beast

For you I have
Some kind words
and Consolation

A Wish

A Kind of Mercy

At the End of the Tunnel

Bullshit

Enjoy the simple pleasures
of life, Appreciate nature's treasures
Look at the sun,
Animals on the run
The lovers in the park
The dancers in the dark
Appreciate the flowers
The Untimely showers
Look upon life as a gift
Stop Stop!! Im getting the drift
Your optimism is all fine
And this is where i draw the line!!

Msg to the BOSS

Utopia

ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?

Own business from home
financial freedom to roam
health, wealth and happiness
international vacations no less
international recognition, more
time for family and friends than ever Before!!


If YES

International Business
Opportunity US
MNCs
earn in dollar and rupees
looking for serious people
no qualification no experience no scruple
needed,full training and
support provided and planned

Ideal for:housewives,
with boring lives
business man
from any class or clan
retd/vrs employees and their brothers,
professionals, nris and others!

Ramblings of an Insomniac Friend

To Watterson and my friend, a few insomniac thoughts:

Here’s Watterson’s speech: http://www.elise.com/quotes/webwisdom/watterson.htm

So why are we made this way? Why are we where we are? I guess it’s because of the way we are made. We are creative, passionate and ambitious. In Spiderman’s words: “It is a gift, this is my curse”

Passion – Throw us anything, and we are after it with blind eyed passion. Case in point is our work. We just need to believe in it, outperform, excel and what fucking not. It’s no longer just a job; we make it a personal affair. It’s the reason we will never get to a point where we will “absolutely hate” our jobs. Case in point is our love lives – we need to feed off one long passion hose for a relationship to even have a chance of survival.

Ambition – We still get an erection from being “successful”. So why is being “successful” so important to us, if we can really see the sense in Watterson’s definition of “leading a life that reflects your values and satisfies your soul”? Why do we still get competitively driven to fight our way up a corporate ladder?

Creativity – This is the one that suffers the most, but unfortunately doesn’t ever die. We have this creative streak in us. It’s the bluebird inside us. It might be subdued for long periods of time – snowed under work, insecurity, inertia, shit and what not. But every now & then, ever so inoften, it surfaces again. And it surprises you with its existence.

So the bluebird inside us will keep asking what else we could have been good at. If we are as talented as we know we are (no fucking modesty needed here), there is always this nagging feeling that we might be punching at a lower weight class. The bluebird wants to know if there is “one big passion” that will define our lives. Is there something that we are missing out just because we haven’t put ourselves in the right place? Have we given ourselves the right opportunities to see our full potential be utilized and stretched?

The questions that the bluebird poses come back to fuck our brains inside out. Especially when there is a lull – when work is at a standstill and there is nothing to direct all the passionate, ambitious, creative energy towards.

So I guess its best to keep the bluebird well fed. How many times have we made a conscious effort to move the status quo and really devote time to do something that we can step back from and be way too fucking proud of? How many times, have we invested in building out a few more vectors, a few more avenues that can use our passion, creativity and ambition? All this talent, all this potential – are we creating new challenges that we want to set it up against? And is it something beyond work; someplace where the bluebird can breathe easy?

At the end of the day, if our choices keep the bluebird well fed, I think we will turn out ok. Most decisions which are made to satisfy social context, arrive at a convenient settlement or to maintain harmony – will work for others. I don’t think our bluebird will be satisfied in the long term, and that’s a real bad position to be in.

I’ve asked way too many questions – and I didn’t mean to ramble. It’s just that there are no answers, there are only choices. And I hope like hell, that we make the right ones.

A parting note: I wouldn’t get too cynical about having to hear ‘easy’ philosophy from people at the top i.e., Watterson’s ilk. After all, here you are reading my mental meanderings – and I am as much a pauper in my wallet as in my life.

Plea to the Org

Valentine Day Massacre

The Day

Rise and Shine
A happy valentine!!
Garrulous, bubbly and full of mirth
Loose, tight or of ample girth
Some Shallow some dense
Key to this day is tolerance
Let us all celebrate this great day
Nd keep our venom at bay
If u still want to have ur say
Join the Sena or the Dal today
Tear some cards
Mock the retards
But don’t dare be caught dead
Tryin to paint the town red

Tale of Summer

And as i watched poor Gaspard
try real hard
to keep a brave face
Yet again he had lost the race
Its important to participate and not just to win
He told himself attempting a silly grin
Music is the best he thought
Than Lena Margot Solene and their lot

I felt for Gaspard the way no one felt for me
That even the movie didnt have a Hollywood ending was for all to see!!

Blast from the Past

Pure venom & spite from an old friend.. A recent incident vindicated our decision in putting this piece up in college..

Meet AS the fake
Of the girls in the Hostel she takes the cake
Acting fair and pretty,
Cute and witty,
Girl, you seriously need a break !


** Version has been modified for general consumption

Wake up Call to Kaka

Brave Ulysses, voyager of unknown seas

Last seen amidst Mocambo beers
Dripping angst and counseling peers

Now we hear you are a commoner fuck
Happy and smug about your unexpected luck

Let me remind you of the tragic trio
N' wake you up from your marital brio

I write to you from a crowded pub
As a lonely man sipping bitter bub

Ra is trapped in his world unholy
SQL coding and breast feeding Molly

In the meat market stands Sandy naked n' clean
Pff... I think so ki he will get a cross dressing queen

Should we commit or should we hedge?
Give us answers if you still have the edge

Bastard, its time you blew your angst trumpet
Much love & signed truly: sakat, wolf & puppet

PS: Let me repeat the latest rumor verbatim
Odheep che khooni is picking his next ageing victim...

Sitting Duck

Take Aim
U have time
All the same
no reason nor rhyme

Wont runn
Wont duck
Get him now
The Sitting Duck...

Hungry nd tired
Scarred nd outta luck
Get him now
The Sitting Duck

Should I

Should i be lady like
or macho with a bike

Should i embody grace
or walk at a brisk pace

Should i be flattered or should i step aside
All the minor subtleties i wont take in my stride

Should i snip, step or dye
OR just let my freak flag fly

Should I try and change the way people see
OR rather just be me

Artistic Personality

Was watching a Woody Allen classic 'Interiors' over the weekend. One of the movie quotes has stayed with me ever since.

"She has all the anguish and anxiety of the artistic personality without any of the talent. "

Im sure we know many of the type mentioned above

Comments pls..

The Question

As I was scouring the streets of the city
I made polite conversation with this equally clueless bird out of pity

Midway through the conversation i almost dozed
Woke up with a start at this question she posed

"Tell me something which everybody "thinks" they hold
And when looking for a parter they advertise this in bold"

As i stared at that innocous face posing a thought so profound
Ur Time is up she said making a buzzer like sound

She blurted the answer matter-of-factly 'A sense of Humour'
And i burst out laughing...

The Routine

5 am
10 miles
50 pushups
4 eggs
Grow up dude!!

To the Lady Who is Always Late

25 26 27 28
What size shd i wear!! Im late..

Damn the mobile layers of fat
Should have gotten rid of dat

Or atleast gained some controlling power
Over the latitude in which they hover

My life in shambles! standing at the 30s border
With a condition thats an apparel parallel to the multiple personality disorder

Damn that last cup of wine
Damn that revenue burning fine dine

Damn that old monk
He owns most of that lipid chunk

Oh..nd guess the color of my nail polish : PINK!!
In the conservative punju circles sure to raise a stink

A LBW appeal ..Im out plumb
My toe is sure to stick out like a sore thumb

So lemme wear something else ..Shoes!!
Another topic which gives me the Blues

Waist size : 28 Shoe size : 3 and half
Said HE I dont have this size and the least i cud do is laugh

Shoeless and nearing the era of pension
I look to heaven for some divine intervention

Waist size : 28 Shoe size : 3 and half
Said the Astrologer who couldnt resist a chuckle but who stifled a laugh

Getting Down to Serious business: 28 by 3 and half is equal to Eight
With this kind of luck me lady its no wonder u r always LATE!!!