All funny men have cherished memories of being able to make their mothers laugh.
All grumpy men came to be as a consequence of their mothers melancholy.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Tengo Hambre:Hunger Spoke
Hunger spoke to me in volumes
that silence had not dared of
The silent rumblings grew persistent
while empty pockets professed their nothingness
Monday, May 30, 2011
On his declining readership, he said:
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
and not forgetful.
I hope so.
I'm counting on it.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
French Pig
When I was young my father said to me:
"Knowledge is Power....Francis Bacon"
I understood it as "Knowledge is power, France is Bacon".
For more than a decade I wondered over the meaning of the second part and what was the surreal linkage between the two? If I said the quote to someone, "Knowledge is power, France is Bacon" they nodded knowingly. Or someone might say, "Knowledge is power" and I'd finish the quote "France is Bacon" and they wouldn't look at me like I'd said something very odd but thoughtfully agree. I did ask a teacher what did "Knowledge is power, France is bacon" meant and got a full 10 minute explanation of the Knowledge is power bit but nothing on "France is bacon". When I prompted further explanation by saying "France is Bacon?" in a questioning tone I just got a "yes". at 12 I didn't have the confidence to press it further. I just accepted it as something I'd never understand.
It wasn't until years later I saw it written down that the penny dropped.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Sharukh in her dreams
Sharaukh came in my dreams last night, you know...Sharukh Khan
And?
He said Hi
Didn't he ask you to vote for KKR?
Umm...do we get to vote for them?
Why not?
But then this was a dream...wasn't it?
Indeed it was.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Golden Deer
The hunt for the fabled golden deer happens in everyone's life I suppose.
Rama, our mythological hero goes in search of the mayamriga, the elusive golden deer, at the insistence of his wife, sita.
The elusive deer caught after much time and effort(and a few magical arrows) is revealed to be a counterfeit, a mirage, an illusion created to distract Rama and kidnap Sita.
"Fiction is not fact", wrote Thomas Wolfe, "but fact arranged nad charged with purpose"
The Mythological Mayamriga has metamorphosised into a metaphor and the parable serves as a cautionary tale for the consequences of blind pursuit of temptations in life.
The hunt for our Mayamriga commenced early in the evening.
An idle mind being the perfect Loki's incubation chamber of sorts for and the lack of any other meaningful structured events led us to the pursuit of our Golden deer, which came in the form of a highly recommended continental restaurant somewhere in the corners of our own town in which we had moved into only four days ago.
Our Modern day guides:A four year old travelogue and preinstalled google maps on my smartphone.
Perfect for aliens and strangers in a strange city.
The quest began with much buckets of vim and vigour and visions of delicious vegetable moussakas, and ended with weary feet, tired soles and heavy souls when after roaming around endlessly throughout the city, to finally find out that the restaurant had been shut down and turned into a hospital that we walked past at least four times.
No hilarity ensued.
As we returned, wifey happened to observe our unlikely yet possible doppelgangers.
Unlike the story arc of HIMYM, we hadn't made a pact to make babies or anything else.
Given a choice I wouldn't have chosen them as our doppelgangers, but no choices were offered on that day.
The couple shuffled on their way, perhaps their age affecting their gait.
The man was bald,tired and shabbily dressed.The woman was silent, with a face full of unvented pain.
The only common denominator they had, for them to be doppelgangers was that the man carried a pair of new shoes bought in the same shop as us, and that they both were walking uncomfortably...as us.
I wonder if they would be willing to be our dopplegangers.
Or were we already theirs?
Friday, May 13, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Manoj Night Shyamalan wouldn't see this one coming!
I grew up in a well-off family and I acted out a lot. Getting into trouble with the authorities and shit like that. Anyway, I simultaneously knew a lot of people with less money then I had and was, I admit it it, a bit of a stuck-up bitch. Anyway, I met this guy when he shows up to get me out of jail. No, really. Never met him before and he just helps me out of nowhere. Kinda short, dirt poor and from the middle of nowhere but cute enough. Anyway, I was feeling like damaged goods at the time and he hung out with this other cute guy so I stayed with him. His ... I dunno, father figure maybe (his whole family tree was all kinds of confusing. I don't think he even knew who his father was) had been killed recently and I'm a sucker for the whole "vulnerable guy" thing.
Anyway so we're an item and this guy starts to get weird. Like he believes he has supernatural powers and stuff. Says he can control people with his mind (but not me because I'm too strong ) and stuff like that. Claims he can shoot really well and uses one lucky shot as evidence. It was a pretty sweet shot but watching him spray ammo downrange the rest of the time kinda made it a ridiculous claim.
It all ended when we were visiting a friend. We were all set to get some repair work done on the bucket of bolts ride we had and were hoping to be able to just relax for a bit. Turns out our "friend" was more of a backstabbing bastard. That's the last time I drink a Colt 45, let me tell you. So we had to leave only we can't find my guy. We finally find him in the trash with his fucking hand cut off! Even better, he claims he lost it in a fight with his dad and I'm his sister. I hooked up with Han Solo pretty much right after that.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
The perfect Women
There’s a wonderful Sufi story about two friends who are catching up after not seeing each other for some time. One is married, the other single. The married man asks his single buddy about his love life. The single friend explains that a few months ago he thought he had found the perfect woman. “She had a gorgeous face,” he says. “Her looks were incredible.” “So why didn’t you marry her?” his friend asks. “Well,” explains the single friend, “she wasn’t very intelligent.”
He goes on to explain that a few weeks later he found another woman he thought was perfect. “She was as beautiful as the first woman and brilliant as well.” “So why didn’t you marry this woman?” his friend asks. “Well, she had a voice that sounded like nails on a blackboard” . The married friend nods, but before he can say anything the single friend continues: Then, just last week I finally met the perfect woman. She’s beautiful, she’s intelligent, and her voice is soothing and relaxing.” “So when’s the wedding?” the married friend asks. “There won’t be one,” the single friend explains. “It turns out she’s looking for the perfect man.”
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