In true March Madness style

I've rekindled my thing with making random lists on whatever I get (usually tissue paper) and carrying them around wherever I go. And it's still awesome!

I've had a more or less eventful month this March.

- got very busy with work
- thought I was finally working things out in my head about my seemingly never-ending emotional woes, but failed understandably. There's only so much you want to deal with.
- understood exactly how important I actually am where I work and how I can take advantage of it
- spent a fun 2 weeks with one of my favourite persons in the world
- looked forward to having a crazycityexperience-cum-lazy-cum-adventurous-cum-inspiringartsyetc vacation, and ended up having a completely 'city' vacation but loved it anyway
- discovered that I like fast, ruthless cities like Mumbai almost as much as I like lazy, friendly cities like Bangalore and Pune
- re-discovered my love for Stumbleupon, blogs, online-reading and all the fun that internet is
- continued see-sawing between "nothing seems appealing" and "everything seems awesome"
- re-confirmed my doubts on this universe being a bitch and love being psychotic and annoying. But then  there's no Peace and Happiness without Love sittingly stoutly inbetween. So, I'm trying to let live if not live.

But apart from all the random nonsense that's been on my mind, this month has also been painfully retrospective. A new job, lots of new books, new people and may be a new place is on the cards. Just don't know which damn card. I'm sure it'll come to the surface 'one fine afternoon' (ya see what I did there?), just like everything else :)

Till then the job-hunting has resumed full swing, I'm reading like a maniac every chance I get, I'm writing and stowing stuff away secretly again and I'm beginning to like what I write again. I think lots of varied writing will pop up in here and everywhere else very soon.

I also think that it's funny that I find this on a T-shirt to be freaking hilarious:

(Like a blog post is ever complete without a)PS: You see what I mean when I say the list-making thing is back?

With some people it's always either drown or soar. Never moderate.
I always prefer moderate, whatever it comes to.

But then, am I confusing 'moderate' with 'mediocre'?

Story

There are some stories that have no significance at all, but you know that you're going to be telling it for a long time to come. This is one of them.

It was a usual day. I was in a hurry to go to some usual place. I'm always in a hurry.
Now, I wish I had an alternative mode of transport that comes as easy. But since I don't, I spend half my salary on auto-rides. So, I was waiting for an auto like any other day. One was parked a few metres away from me, but somehow I did not want to approach the driver standing next to it. After a few minutes of looking about like a homeless person, checking the time a million times and stomping my foot down in frustration as my phone continued to ring, he came. The auto driver standing and eating ice cream next to his parked vehicle came to me. He asked me where I wanted to go, I gave him vague directions and he nodded.

I seated myself and we took off. About 20 metres into the journey, he stopped the auto and said "bere aato thagoli madam" (take another auto, madam). By this time, I was anxious and had thrown my phone into my bag, to stop myself from checking the time again. I continued to sit inside, wondering how much longer it's going to take me to find another auto. I was imagining excuses I could give to the people that have been waiting for me. I was about half an hour late already. If I didn't get another auto in the next 5 minutes, including the transporting time, I would be over an hour late!

I don't know how long I sat there thinking, but I was interrupted when the driver finally looked back at me. I could see that he wasn't going to move. I had to get off. I thought to myself that there must be some problem with his vehicle and that's why he wanted me to take another auto instead. I climbed out of the auto and started looking around desperately once again.

I was searching the roads frantically and giving dirty looks to the tailor that stares a lot, when I heard an engine revving. There was no mistaking it. The distinct sound that old-fashioned autos (the ones with no electric meter or green exteriors or mobile-charging points) make when they're about to take off. My hopes of reaching in time to catch people before they leave and convince them to stay, were soaring high. I turned dramatically, with the hair swishing and everything. And almost immediately, my eyes widened in horror.

The auto that I had just climbed out of, was starting to move. I began to jog towards it. May be he had fixed the auto. If I manage to get his attention in the rear view mirror, may be he will drop me. I might actually reach my destination before everyone left! I almost had a relieved smile on my face, when I stopped abruptly in my tracks. The auto had halted a few metres before me. The enigne was still on, but he had stopped. I was smiling now. He had seen me in the mirror and stopped for me.

I took another step and before I could register what was happening, the auto driver had picked up another girl and sped off into the dirty bi-lanes of JC Nagar. As I stood there gaping behind the auto, almost waiting for him to come back, I could've sworn he smirked at me in the rear view mirror!

I stood there in utter horror, trying to tell myself that this was not one of those things that never happens to others. This is not one of those stories that would contribute to the reasons my life "should be on primetime".

Another auto soon came by, and I climbed in. I had a long way to go and very little time to do so.
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And thus is the story of the time I got dumped by an auto driver. It will be told in excruciating detail, may be even in the exact same words (with a few classic strange expressions thrown in), for a long long time.

Ramblerambleramble

I feel like giving a quote for today.
So here: "Life is a jueey" by Dee, who should really really blog again!
<3

I've had a strange and fast couple of days. The festivities went by not-so-festively. The new job is quite meh and the timings are already getting to me. But I still prefer it to unemployment. I don't do much these days except work, sleep and read. But it's 5.30am, the crows are crowing (or do they caw?), the Azaan has begun and there are a number of things on my mind right now. And since it's my blog, I'm going to list some of them:

Body massage
Jammies
Ishaan
Baldness
Alice in chains
Rippling muscles
Blue glittery kite
Kickboxing
Right boob with extra sprouting nipple (this one's from a dream I had a few days back and I just can't stop thinking about how strange that is!)
Puppy
"Make the bed and go to sleep" on repeat
Fringe mag
Onions, milk...may be some eggs
3-12 3-12 3-12 3-12
Saph
Beach!

Anyway, I'm all geared up and excited about yet another "plan" that might not happen at all. I seem to not mind making plans, getting excited about them and then having them flushed down the potty too much these days. Wee!
But if this one DOES happen, I'll do at least one awesome/impulsive/fun/crazy/strange to others but fun to me/peaceful/creative thing a week.
Amen.

I've used the word "strange" thrice in this post :|

Oh and, optimism rules!

On 19th June 2009

I had loved you,
when I saw you smiling into the rear-view mirror
While you saw patterns in strewn match sticks,
I saw a photograph in your face.

I had loved you,
when we sat on the side of the road talking,
taking in the city sunset behind crowded flyovers.
I watched you get excited about a pile of stones, smiled.


I had loved you,
when we sat together in mundane coffee shops
waiting for the waiter to turn away, so we can slip in a kiss.
We smiled as we left and held hands till the parking lot.


I had loved you,
when your nails were dirty
and your knuckles a little sore,
I still have that sketch - cigarette ash on paper.

I had loved you,
when we lay on the floor and spoke about my insecurities.
You told me I was a writer.
I believed you.


I had loved you,
when you told me you loved me
amidst tears and smoke and an old geyser.
They probably heard us, but we didn’t care.


I had loved you,
when I stood out my door and hugged you everyday,
like it was our last.
I watched you ride away and resisted calling you back.


I had loved you,
when you tried to jive
and looked like a fool, a fool that made me smile.
That white shirt always made me smile.


I had loved you,
when we sat listening to music
and sipping Earl Grey, smoke leaking
from our kissed-red lips.


I had loved you,
when you held the guitar like a woman
and gave her all your love.
I wanted to be her, to own and be owned.


I had loved you,
when you painted and sketched
and wrote something new.
I told you I loved it, even if it missed an apostrophe.


I had loved you,
when we leaped into the sea
with the smell of waves and the sound of pot.
Laughing like children, dirtied with sand and salty water.

I had loved you,
when you laughed like a child,
loved like a man and
smiled like a saint.

I had loved us, darling.
We were the loneliness in a crowded bar,
that buzz between drink and drunk. 

Written on: 19th June 2009 ofcourse

Pet joy!

Just a small note to say that tomorrow is Pet Adoption Day at CUPA. If you love animals or want to provide a home to one of them, you must be there between 10am and 5pm. Check out details of the event here.


I'm going to be there to finally pursue my dream of having a pet that's not a goldfish or a stray cat hidden at the back of my garage. I hope to bring home 2 lovely little guinea pigs tomorrow. I've researched on everything about them, thought about where I'll keep them, what I'll call them, made a list of things to buy for them and even started working on home-made toys for them. I haven't been this excited about anything since the time I realised I will never have to touch a math text again! Eep!

Yippity woop!

Hello all. I've been doing a lot of general reading and watching of movies lately. I suppose unemployment isn't as annoying when the weather is such. All the rain is lovely and all that, but it's beginning to get on my nerves.

Anyway, One of my poems is in the current issue of Fogged Clarity. I woke up on the 30th of September to an email from Ben Evans, stating that the October 2009 issue of Fogged Clarity is out. October came a little too early for those guys. YAYS! Poor Ben had nothing to put in the biography bit, but it looks great anyway. I'm totally kicked about it.

Although this morning I did wake up to a rejection from one of the magazines I had sent in submissions to. They loved my work, but didn't want to publish it because they consider stuff put up on blogs/Deviantart/other personal websites too as being previously published. I was disappointed. I mean, most of these magazines do mention that original rights to the work remains with the author. But I guess that's just how they work. So now if something I write is print-worthy, you may not see it till it's on some respectable magazine. I suppose. I still don't know how I feel about this.