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Ramblings of a Dangerous MindMore than a friend.A complete stranger. June 16 GoodbyesI never was quite good at goodbyes. Which explains my returning here after 3 years to say it. I've shifted, I've moved, I've left. I've written so much more, all in my head, written so much more into the dark cosmos of the web. I've loved reading your comments and having you as a part of my life. If I give you my new address, will you drop in? July 30 On a saturday nightAeons ago, saturday nights were spent at parties. Where the most anorexic of girls with reed like legs would giggle and dance by themselves. All safely dressed in boring black, of course.
There were boys on the floor too, loud and boisterously betting against each other on something or the other. Or huddling over a new gadget..boys and their toys!
Usually noone would leave with the person they came with. Yes, and that includes me. My date would be too drunk too drive "all the way" to my place and so I'd be dropped home by his very helpful friend who'd make me wish I'd covered up just a bit more.
The music from the speakers would be loud and booming. You could hear it on the road, it was meant to be heard on the road.
Most of the girls present would be models. They would all look so alike that it'd be difficult to tell one apart from the other. Each would accuse the other of sleeping her way through and by the end of the night I wouldn't remember their names and they'd just have a vague recollection of me. Like the "haven't I seen you somewhere?"
The dancing would be scarce, except for the occassional drunk exhibitionist.
I'd avoid the host religiously lest I'm forced to lie and tell him/her enthusiastically, yelling over the music, about how it such an "AWESOME party man!".
There would be a pile of plates, but noone eats at 3:00 a.m..
Besides who would prefer food to alcohol?
The guys to their beers and the stray vodka and the girls to their usual rum and cokes..
Noone wanted to be there, yet everyone knew that if they weren't..they'd probably be wishing they were.
Mindless chatter which would always turn to back biting to add a bit of spice.
Plastic smiles, obligatory hugs, customary kisses, a heady mix of perfumes..
Damn, I miss saturday night parties! :D June 28 Crowded by HERds.Like the seraphic beads scattered on the floor
Weathered promises lie open upturned
Doubt lingers a near, though closed is the door
Stubbornly ignored are the lessons learnt.
Appreciation once taken for granted
Is now replaced by patronization
Accustomed to flattery now haunted;
By love, a flitting hallucination.
Just an endless wait which begun unknown
Time reaps as it's lazy scythe deigns to work
The meadows to be unweeded have grown
Pushed. Even the bumbling bee, a stray word, irks.
Walking through your vast, bigger lawns I find
Many a fault. I close my eyes to them all.
I endeavour to lose your ropes that bind
Loosen perhaps? Into the darkness I venture, I stall. June 24 Cakewalk on the rampThe love of my life is my neighbour's 3 yr old kid- Srushti. I adore her to death or till my favourite TV shows are on, whichever comes first.
You can call me her Fairy Godmother, there are no such things as Witch Godmothers or you could have called me that. I play with her, feed her, talk to her, tease her, make her laugh and most importantly, I teach her.
In this busy fast paced concrete jungle there is a selfless soul who believes in imparting all her knowledge(however scarce it maybe) to another human being- and before some idiot takes credit for it let me tell you that that soul is none other(sit down you cheat!) but me.
Offers tissues. Dry-eyed readers you can leave now, you're probably those clever types who're gonna comment on how stupid my blog is!
Today I taught her something every girl should know. One of those things that are sadly rarely taught early on in life which is why we have all these stumbles and wardrobe malfunctionings happening on the ramp.
Now in a desperate attempt to keep whatever few unsuspecting readers who have read this far to continue, I shall put up a picture of a wardrobe malfunction. Kindly continue reading after looking at the picture, abandoning post and searching for more such images will be frowned upon.
The pictures stubbornly refuses to turn up anywhere except at the bottom of the page so scroll down, take a look, several if you wish to, and Come Back.
Carol Gracias covers up after her top slipped off.
Courtesy: www.likeimgonnaletyouleavemyblog.com
Clap clap whistle Okay now that the staring, drooling, clicking and figuring out is over will the readers* please proceed?
*-condition applies: Must still be poor and unsuspecting
Let me refresh your memory. I was teaching my prodigee how to catwalk.
I wrapped a dupatta in a complicated fashion around her and asked her to hold one flimsy end of it. Which she did with amazing grace(amen!) for a 3 yr old with pudgy fingers.
The walk went something like this.
Foot in front of the other in a straight line, walk, wave to random member in the audience, smile at some loser in the first row and make his day, blow kisses to the gaps between seats( direct kisses to people are just so trashy!), twirl, strike a pose, smile at the most talented photographer's camera, turn and walk back, do a twirl mid-way so that there's a higher chance of people remembering your face and then walk back fast coz the choreographer's going to be furious at you for taking so much time and seeking so much attention, hence ruining the show.
I can't find that other color so please bear with this one, you're almost there. I'm glad to inform you all that you can sit back and stop biting your nails ...she did it!! With more aplomb and oomph( innocence is the new oomph) than most anorexic models of today.
Is she open for booking? Let me check with her and let you know..she's taken a potty break.
May 25 Pearls of wisdomAaji was my next door neighbour. She was as a rule, a fairly tolerant, easy-going person, who waddled about the house without paying much attention to the swarms of kids who poured in and out of the house. Offering advice to the teenage girls was her favourite hobby and I became an easy target, considering I was there more often than at home.
"Big girls need big diamonds. The older you get, demand a bigger rock." -Yes. The wrinkles will sure be quite expensive to marry?
"Beauty parlours are a waste of money. We never went to parlours and inspite of that people used to turn around look at us. - Not inspite of, because of.
"Use the money you invest in college education to open a tailoring shop. You'll reap better profits." - A stitch in time, saves nine? More like naives sane!
"The maharaj of Jaipur is single. Good family, but unfortunately not much money left. You're of marriagable age, you should keep abreast of such affairs. After all, nowadays who wants girls with either beauty or looks?" -Enough with the compliments already!
May 02 Pushing buttonsI found her on the futon, lying there with her shoes still on. “What up babe?” I asked, not really wanting to know the answer. “I don’t really want to talk about that jerk who just smashed my heart into a million little pieces” she was saying when I interrupted with “Million little pieces, you have got to buy that book. I just blew all of my allowance and I’ve been dying to read that book.” “Sure, and would you like me to give you the red carpet of my heart which I laid out for him to trample all over on?” she exclaimed, a tad too excitedly. “No, I’m just fine over here”, I nervously sat down on the nearest chair. She jumped off the futon and proceeded menacingly towards me, “Promise me something she says with a wild gleam in her eye that I did not really care for. “I don’t want to,” I meekly reply. “Promise a world without heartbreak. Promise me a world in which my lover doesn’t cheat on me. And yes, I will call him lover, though I know you hate the word so. Guys are the bane of our existence” she included me and I’m guessing the entire female race with that generous line. “Henceforth it’s just us girls for each. All for one and one for all. With the guys out of her mind we can finally devote ourselves to higher pursuits, like uh, that thing Erin Brokovich did.” “I can’t help you with that, I haven’t seen the movie”, I said. “What the hell does it matter?” she said with considerable asperity. “Out of mind, out of sight. I say guys should be-(phone rings) Hello, no, she’s gone out.” And she calmly hung up. “Wasn’t that your mobile?” I bewilderedly ask. “It was jerk.” She said. I thought she handled that in a very collected and composed manner, after all the first call after a breakup is the most distressing when you lose all your self-control and either rant at your ex or sob asking him to take you back. I start to commend her, when I notice she’s dialed some number and “Hello? Listen up your two-legged moron, stop wasting my time. I’ve spent a lifetime too many for you. I don’t care if you rot in hell or burn in it. Or both or either. Or one after the other. You can rot and then burn”- I cut in and snatch the phone away from her and end the call. After which she called me cynical, bitter and disillusioned about ‘true love’ and how I always try to stand in it’s course. All I’ve got to say is, Bah, humbug!
April 15 Presently niceIf I could only observe objectively without wishes or judgements; if I could only keep brining this mind quietly back to the present again and again.
Do you really think you want to be that level? continued my mind. Wouldn't things get a little boring, a little bland? And just what is so great about the present?
I admitted to the voices in my head that they had a point. The day before, my friend, and I were waiting for a professor and trying to stay in the present. The conversation had disintegrated to:
" It's getting late isn't it?"
"Oh yes, he's taking so much time in there."
"What do you think he's doing?"
"No idea"
It was exhausting. Especially since we were both trying to be nice and keep the 'venom' out of our voices.
And imagine what would happen if you gave up judgements and desires? You'd wait endlessly outside his room, not desiring him to come out nor caring if he's late. You wouldn't be affected by the fact that he might be buliding a weapon of mass destruction inside even.
So what? Then what would happen? You'd probably stop talking altigether said my mind, which loves complicated conversations. And if you didn't talk, would you keep on thinking in words? it continued nervouslty. Without words, what would you do with a mind? What a stupid way to live.
Vicky, how bizarre is this! |
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