Wednesday, May 30, 2007

If life gives you Lemons....

From Kierkegaard's Repetition

How did I get into the world? Why was I not asked about it, why was I not informed of the rules and regulations but just thrust into the ranks as if I had been bought by a peddling shanghaier of human beings? How did I get involved in this big enterprise called actuality? Why should I be involved? Isn't it a matter of choice? And if I am compelled to be involved, where is the manager—I have something to say about this. Is there no manager? To whom shall I make my complaint?


...MAKE FUKIN LEMONADE!

Monday, May 28, 2007

Well Almost II

You smile for the first time, everybody smiles with you...
You are ready for the world...

You are ready to fly away...
You are ready to die...well almost...

Does it matter what happens in between the lines??

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Well almost I - Taking Lives...

He is a "soldier" for his country. Chasing a "terrorist". The Fog is thick. The visibility poor. He notices a glint of metal to his left from the corner of his eye. Unlatches the safety on his automatic and 1 shot takes care of the "insurgent". That is That. Did what he was supposed to...

He is a "freedom fighter". Being chased by an "infidel". The Fog is thick. The visibility poor. He
can hear the rustling of dried leaved and twigs to his right. That bastard can't be this close. He turns around and shoots towards the source. The noise stops. He is safe now. That is That. Did what he was supposed to...

She is 6 years old. Babysitting her 4 year old brother. For some reason he loves playing with spoons. She holds out the spoon in the sun, just to make sure it is clean. She feels the warmth of her blood on her ear. For some reason it is dripping from her head on to her face....

He is just 4. Waiting for his sister to get him his toys. Well what he thinks are toys anyway. Till she returns the kid continues to wrestle, the dried leaves. He doesn't feel the stab of pain. He doesn't have time. He just lies there for eternity...

That is that. Every body did what they were supposed to...WELL ALMOST!

Monday, May 14, 2007

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Dude, wherez my ipod!!


My 1 week old ne....phew!

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

...of love, and things meant to be

It is 3:30 in the morning and she is sitting there staring at me and won't let me go to sleep till I tell you her story...

They were people of the mountains. Had known each other since they were kids. They were neighbours. It was getting late and the storm was almost at their doorstep. He had to leave for his home. Her mother didn't want the two of them to be in the same house till they were married, she believed it will bring bad luck. They never said goodbye to each other. They had decided long ago. They'll never say it. Their eyes met for that brief moment and all that could be said was rendered worthless.

Although, the basic structure of their homes was made of bricks and stones a part of it was put together with temporary things such as sheets of tarpaulin. He had to fasten it to the ground before the storm hit. Tourists always wondered how can these locals live at such treacherous locations with the blind corner of the road on one side and the deep gorge on the other. He had been walking this edge for time immemorial. And never thought two ways about it. It was dark and he had to feel his way to the large stone the kept as a weight to fasten the tarp to the ground.

The raindrops were mixing with the earth. His foot slipped. all he could think about was the smile in her eyes when he last saw her. The words he longed to hear. The words he knew that were about to escape her lips. They had never actually told each other about it. They had known. How he wished he had told her. Just once.

They found his body a kilometer downstream. She didn't cry. She knew they were meant to be. She knew he couldn't leave her without at least telling her what everyone knew. You might see her the next time you go there. She is the pretty one. The one who seems to be waiting. Waiting for what was meant to be...