Requiem for the Dusk

One of the many unfortunate things of growing up is that ,evenings lose their importance.Days seem to move seamlessly into nights nowadays.It's been a long time since I've seen a sunrise.It has been longer since i saw a sunset.Of course we in cities, even if we wanted to, can only see sun, about to set......Most of the times, you are in office,where the only sunset you are allowed to see is the one set as your desktop background.Even if it's a weekend,there are no evenings,there are only nights to hang out and the days to hang-over.

I remember how happy i used to be when swaabhiman on DD used to get over.It was EVENING....It was time to play.I liked summers,for the vacations of course,but also because sun allowed us few more minutes of clear vision.Long before i was taught trigonometry,i knew that the lengths of the shadows of the 3 sticks impersonating as stumps mattered.I always liked to keep a track as the shadows slanted,outgrew the crease then the pitch, till it finally became difficult to distinguish the stumps,leave alone their 2D counterparts on ground.The sun held meaning for us then.

Evenings in fact grew longer for me,before they finally disappeared.After the game,if it was time to rush back when i was 10, it was time for a casual stroll when i was 13 and time for a longer chat sitting on the cycle carriers when i was 16.It was somewhere here..between the cycle and the automobile that i lost the evenings.I guess i outgrew them,just like the slam books,the mysteriously shaped,smooth glossy pebbles, the WWF cards.....

But some wonderful memories will remain with me till the dusk of my life and beyond.

3 Idiots(1 writes;1 reads and the 1 who does niether)

The other day i met my cousin and as usual i decided Bollywood was the safest topic to talk about, because it  generally puts most people at ease in a conversation.He was no exception,in fact he fell right on the central tendency line.After katrina kaif he started about aamir khan..and asked me "Is 3 idiots based a lot on this book people talk about...what is it ...5.something?

i wanted to answer ..then suddenly it struck me .I asked "have you not read five point something?"

He said "No,I am not into books".

(Chorus from the background-"Oh- My- God")

People who put "text books and magazines" under the books heading in orkut also would have read chetan bhagat.But Here was actually somebody who had not read chetan bhagat!!!!.

Add to it, that he lives in bengaluru,and is in last year of his computer science engineering,i had my Ripley-believe-it-or-not moment of 2010.

It also later occured to me how chetan bhagat has become the essential reading of our times.His books are like oliver twist and david copperfierlds of this generation.(do excuse the comparisions.. but  i dont think dickens would mind it too much if  his books were read as much, at all).

50 odd pages into 2 states,i am rather liking it.Especially if you consider that i am simultaneously trying to read albert camus' insightful essays into the associations between the the perception of the absurd and the forsaking of life.

You have to concede,Mr Bhagat chooses his plots and curves carefully and makes sure you have smiled a few times before you put down the book.Which is not that bad ,isn't it?

StatUS Quo

Once there was a boy who after watching 15 park avenue at 2 in the night, seriously thought of running away from home to learn film making.He closed the door behind him and sat on the steps for a long time.....The night was cold.Cold enough..alas... to kill the feeble fire inside.
No body would have stopped him.
No body would have stopped him had he.........

Once there was a boy who after 2 years of wonderful learning, seriously thought of taking physics as a career.He would be stubborn he thought.Physics........Gravity,Relativity,Uncertainity..beckoned...
Nobody could have stopped him.
Nobody could have stopped him,had he........
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The boy hasn't died.
He never dies.Nor does his fear.

Frankly my dear, I DO give a damn.

Sometimes you are in so much of haste to treat a wound, that it ends up leaving a stain for a much longer period.You try to hide it first,then soothe and then try to walk brazenly as if you are not hurt a bit.But you keep paying attention.Always.Thus it grows. It appears to wane,to fade.But it grows.So much so, that after a while you  are not sorry that you hurt yourself,but sorry that you haven't forgotten it till now.

Neither forgotten.Nor forgiven.

May be,You don't want to forgive.You don't seek redemption but You'll not forgive.You don't wish him ill...may be because he can cause you no harm,or maybe because you have caused him enough......You don't wish him ill....for he no longer means anything to you.You just are trying to shrug off what he once meant to you. May be you only hurt yourself in the process...I don't know... it lingers,a scar,a blemish, it's alien....it's his....yet now it's yours.

Sometimes It's  not satisfying enough just to ignore somebody,So,you rant on your blog to see if it helps.

P.S-Please **** off somewhere.somewhere without orkut/gmail.. so that i don't have to see your stupid smile  and forwards again and i promise i'll try to forget you.

0.007

2 Bond movies in 2 days has not really helped my megalomania.I am dazed and overwhelmed by 007.You know,I am as such at a very impressionable stage of my career. Having quit the sole job i had been generously offered and as usual having been disillusioned by the lot around me,  Bond..James Bond, seems almost irreristable.I like him....
I have never seem in uniform, never seem him carrying files,for all i know,he does not have to even punch his card.....Of course he doesn't have a cubicle and PC of his own... but what the hell, most of the time i have seen him in presidential suites and swimming pools.[sigh].He gets super cool cars from his boss for all his official work.He travels by air so damn frequently as if they were company cabs .I have never seen him preserve his bills for reimbursement..wow and i have not even started about the gals.He just walks in..and sweeps girls off their feet onto whatever is flat and wide nearby.He, for one, has got license for many things..I wonder what is the qualification required?..Must not be much..they had once hired a milkman.!!!!!

Curse(ry) Rhymes

1.

Chubby cheeks, dimpled chin.
parting lips, teeth shining within.
Curly but few hair, very very fair.
Eyes are blue, spectacles too.
Boss' pet, is that you?
Yes! Yes! Yes!

2.

Twinkle twinkle grizzly bear,

How I wonder so fat you are,
hidden inside the cubicle so low,
Like a manhole cover on the sewage flow.
3.
Baa baa drunkard sheep, have you any work ?
Yes sir, yes sir, three weeks full !!
One for the grizzly bear, one for the chubby cheeks,
And one for the little boy who just left down the lane.


Unclaimer- All resemblances to people either dead,working or alive is purely typographical and unitended.All disputes to be tried under the jurisdiction of Mudhol village panchayath(Bagalkote District).

swalpa OVERflow

Lives indeed resemble rivers.
Many have been displaced and "displeased" because i decided to change course time and again.
I have had to meander because some refused to pave way.
I have merged, branched,no longer resembling what i was, but remaining in a way unchanged.
Lives indeed resemble rivers.
Some exotic ...some- boringly,commonplace.
some comfortably predictable ....some refreshing.
some elusive...some pacified.
some pristine..some turbid.
P.S -.I am no alien to being dam(n)ed either.