Warped Mind: January 2006

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

I do weird stuff when I’m alone at home.

I have both the television and the radio on. But I don’t watch either of it.

I get busy rifling through my sister’s room, trying out her clothes, doing a lil number in front of the mirror.

Then I mix up some redbull with vodka. Dress up the glass. And drink it up in one gulp.

I pull out a hidden pack of weed. I make chili cheese toast.

Hmm

I make crank calls. Fix up a blind date.

I sing whatever’s playing on my playlist, really loudly.
I sing out loud, with my eyes closed, imagining I’m performing for a huge audience, millions of fans, with faces as anticipating as mine, looking at me.

I’ll feel high after a song or two, and have this sudden urge to compose something beautiful, something that’s a piece of art.

And I finally end up with experiencing a pseudo-inspiration and return to blogging.

I turn off my music and write in silence.

25 Comments:

anantha said...: Chilli Cheese toast.. Have to try that one. Have to try weed sometime too.; 8:05 pm
Golden Words said...: i'll come here but i wont read ur posts..hows that?; 9:05 pm
Golden Words said...: no food huh!! sure..; 9:07 pm
death said...: sheesh. life of a crawling fear of eternal darkness and deep mists of innocence fogged :); 10:37 am
Anonymous said...: what you see when you watch radio
you see music no. no???
or you see radio. no. no??
what you see when you see radio?????; 12:31 pm
J said...: airite... mistake.
i dont see radio.
big deal.
now scoot.; 12:44 pm
death said...: well i see the radio too. whats wrong with that folks.

Let Miss J be!!!

:P; 12:47 pm
chaos said...: u did crank call... fixed blind date... well i didn't rcv any ;)

mine was similar state y'day... my TV was on... my comp was running with some video... and i was into search mode... (random search!)... with a cup of nescafe in hand...

so i know what you mean...; 1:43 pm
Anonymous said...: why you make mistake and make me point out mistake. why this world make me do pointings out? i wanna dance like daler mahendi. can you teaching me. please to teach me be daler; 1:56 pm
J said...: chaos, u didnt gimme ur no ;); 2:07 pm
Jax said...: Where is the weird stuff your subject line promised??:D Coast clear.All normal.; 2:28 pm
Anonymous said...: yes. the one who is saying it is weird is weird. she is not neetika. someone is posting nonsense in my name. why would it make any difference to me if there are only 12 comments. i am neetika and i wanna dance like daler paaji. bolo tarara bolo tarara bolo tararara rararara.; 3:40 pm
Anonymous said...: why wuld u dance like me..... no one can dance like me...i AM THE BEST!!!

n esp no chor can dance like me....how can u post as neetika when u r neetika.....fraud..."we all will sue u"
yes!! " we will sue u "; 3:59 pm
Anonymous said...: " we all will sue u, yes.. we all will sue u!!!!"
"we all will sue u!!!!"
"we all will sue u!!!!!"; 4:09 pm
J said...: All u neetikas. Chill. I can do without comments.; 4:19 pm
Anonymous said...: okay, J; 4:23 pm
Anonymous said...: today is really very BURNING CHILL outside!!!
ahaaaaaaa.............; 4:31 pm
Anonymous said...: i am so HOZZZT!!!
how can i chill??; 4:32 pm
madhavan said...: o you who asks whether everyone has gone mad: are you the real neetika or are you the neetika who's not neetika.; 4:46 pm
Anonymous said...: BUD-DA maddy aa gaya. BILLI maddy aa gaya. meow meow. Bole tara rara bole tara rara. Main hoo neetika. woh toh char sau bees hai. Bole tara rara bole tara rara.; 4:47 pm
Anonymous said...: oh no!!
no one is mad...neither maddy nor neetika.
only i am mad
only i am mad
only i am mad
"main to hun pagal, yeh kahun har pal"; 5:05 pm
madhavan said...: And to add a final twist into this tragic drama before I head for home, ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you our very special guest of the evening, the one and only...

GUUUUUUUUURRRRRT GOBAINNNNNNNNNNNNN

J, all bricks should be addressed to the telephone booth where I pine for you every Saturday at 6 sharp; 5:14 pm
Anonymous said...: oh madhavan!!
tu papiee...durachariee...atayachariee...

u have done d biggest sin by posting these weird comments by using my name....
"i m gonna sue u "
"i m gonna sue u "; 5:25 pm
Anonymous said...: You have some imagination girl!!! Keep this up and one day you will write that blockbuster song!; 9:33 am
Rob said...: I didn't find any of that weird... but then people like to call me Abby.... Abby-normal :); 8:19 pm

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Friday, January 27, 2006

Alice’s dirty secret is out.

She likes breaking boys’ hearts.

It’s an art form that comes naturally to me.
She says.

Watch me close...

Drop the pencil
Bend down
Pick it up
Glance around to see if anyone’s noticing
A coy smile
Shove the pencil up in the hair
Take a sip
Run your finger along the rim
Get the eye contact right
Give him 'that' look
Take the pencil out
Let your hair lose
Toss it around
Tuck in a stray curl behind your ear
Put the pencil between your luscious lips
Take it out again
Play with it, while you show off your elegant long fingers
Flutter your eyelashes
Uncross your legs
Cross it again
Lean across the table
Reach out for the phone
A crisp n firm "Hello" breaking the silence
And that deadly laugh
Eye contact going strong

You’re done baby.
Rather, he’s done.

See that flash that flash in his eyes, a sudden tilt of his head and the undivided attention?
It’s quite obvious.

P.S.: You need to make sure the men are watching and pretend you don’t know they are ok? Trust me, it’s as easy as... faking(?)

18 Comments:

madhavan said...: I am not like you. I take no joy in it but it happens. My score is three so far...sorry, five. What's urs?; 12:11 pm
J said...: you're not like what?
you take no joy in what?
Your score's 5 in what?
What's my score in what?; 2:54 pm
heretic said...: Sad but true.; 3:06 pm
Rider on the Storm said...: J: who the f*** is alice?; 3:11 pm
chaos said...: J... you just killed me ;)
...gosh... you are evil! :D; 3:13 pm
J said...: Heretic, yeah, I know humans are so easy

Rider on the storm, you can't ask me that q after 24 yrs of living next door to Alice!

Chaos, I'm not. Blame it on Alice.; 3:18 pm
madhavan said...: breakin hearts!!! breaking nice nice hearts!!! my score is five in it. i have broken five hearts so far. what's ur score?; 3:31 pm
madhavan said...: you are yet to open your account. i am wasting my time with an amateur; 3:38 pm
madhavan said...: Dear J, this is KURT COBAIN. Having listened to your prayers to me which you have so diligently been doing for so long, my doped heart has melted. I have therefore decided to return to earth for a short while just so that you can be happy. Being in want of a body to fit in my godly status, I have decided to take up residence in Madhavankutty Pillai's body. So please treat him like you would me - that is, with adequate reverence and lots of oblations and gifts. Call him 'mere aaka' and sing his praises wherever you go, always remembering that you are in fact appeasing me with it. Bless you, my devotee. Now, go and make me, who is in Madhavankutty Pillai, happy with all your will and energy.

Thanking You
Your god
Kurt Kobain, now Madhavankutty Pillai; 5:12 pm
J said...: Dear Kurt,

There's this guy knocking at my door saying he's you. Looks like he's doubled his shot of heroin for the day. Anyone who spells ‘Kurt Kobain’ cannot be Kurt Cobain. Help this poor ol' soul get out of it will ya?

Love,
J; 5:38 pm
madhavan said...: Dear J
It saddens me that u did not notice d correct spelling in the first line in capital letters. This was a test n u failed. There is still hope. Ask Madhavan to forgive u.
Curt Kobain; 5:59 pm
J said...: Aaargh! Don't you dare screw up the GOD's name.

It's not Curt Kobain.
It's not Kurt Kobain.
It's not Curt Cobain.
It's Kurt Cobain.

Now type that 100 times.; 6:00 pm
madhavan said...: I cant. I m writin this with my cell n ther's no copy past; 6:15 pm
J said...: Even better.
Do it.
Do it now.
Just do it.
Do it phuleeez.
Do I sound like I'm doing a Nike campaign?; 6:28 pm
The Wandering Hermit said...: More like MALICE than innocent little Alice...

And I think Bob Dylan said it best when he said:

You fake just like a woman,
But you take just like a little girl....

cheers
z; 2:57 pm
Anonymous said...: Advertising is a much better way of writing a story than writing a story itself. (To each his own.)

But I believe, if ever one wants to be a writer (any form of writer), one ought to leave all the doors in the mind unlocked.; 9:01 pm
arvindiyer said...: Time for some barley water? AM back in town!!!; 9:15 am
death said...: where are you alice!? I've been rounding half the world looking for you :P; 9:33 am

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Tuesday, January 24, 2006

For a change I remember what I dreamt.
And I think I know why.
I dreamt about words.
The letters flew out from my lips.
They arranged themselves in the air.
Left trails of words and built obscure stories.
But I was spellbound.
With so many words around, why would I be at a loss of words?
But spellbound is a nice word.
It sounds as if there’s a word, wrapped in a spell,
A word used to hold another word in place.
“SPELLBOUND”
It makes me wanna smile.
Smile in wondrous amazement.
Smile at all the stories that swirl around me.
But I’m not smiling.
I’m awake now.
The dream is still with me.
The words are still whispering.
Teasing me like crazy.
All that they have are moments.
After that, the magic will vanish.
The spell will work no more.
And they know it.
Naughty children!
Don’t tease me, I tell them.
I love you.
I’ll give you your well-earned extra moment of fame.
I know what you mean.
I know how you feel to be in that feverish state.
I’ll give you words a life.
But promise me.
Promise that you’ll return.
Promise that you’d give me company when I’m old and lonely.
Oh.
But, I won’t need you.
I have Alice.

16 Comments:

Sleepyface said...: wow. this left me SPELLBOUND.

er.. had you titled the post and then the letters flew away? coz, it shows its untitled in my browser. or is it my browser.? grr..

:)

thanks for dropping by!; 8:49 pm
madhavan said...: There's only you and me
In this desert of rock and rock
Rocks which undulate
Rising like dwarf mountains
Bald and ugly
Dotting the empty wasted earth
And all of them red
Sun red rocks baking in yellow forever horizons
Horizons which stretch with no reprieve
There is no hint of mercy here
This land is more than wasteland
And only you and me here
Walking towards water
Walking towards a colour
And the colour is green
We alone in this universe of nothing
Not even a sky, not even a wisp of white
Just red and yellow rock and ground
And we
Tired of walking but walking
For what else is there to do
And there, there comes Alice
A mirage, one more of them
Who vanishes with a scream
In the heat of this merciless sun
And we walk and walk; 10:30 am
Anonymous said...: Vishnupriya: It WAS untitled.; 12:28 pm
Anonymous said...: Madhavankutty Pillai: Don't waste your poetry on me. Cuz I don't exist in this desert of rock and rock. I'm the mirage. It's just you there. Alone.; 12:32 pm
madhavan said...: alright, here's the rewritten piece...

There's only me
In this desert of rock and rock
Rocks which undulate
Rising like dwarf mountains
Bald and ugly
Dotting the empty wasted earth
And all of them red
Sun red rocks baking in yellow forever horizons
Horizons which stretch with no reprieve
There is no hint of mercy here
This land is more than wasteland
And only me here
Walking towards water
Walking towards a colour
And the colour is green
I alone in this universe of nothing
Not even a sky, not even a wisp of white
Just red and yellow rock and ground
And I
Tired of walking but walking
For what else is there to do
And there, there comes J
A mirage, one more of them
Who vanishes with a scream
In the heat of this merciless sun
And I walk and walk; 1:09 pm
chaos said...: J... it reminds me of song from boyzone... "words... all I have to take ...."

trying to imagine a life without words!...; 1:15 pm
Anonymous said...: Listen. You've got it all messed up here. J can never be 'one more thing'; 1:18 pm
Anonymous said...: Chaos: Life without words would be awesome. Trust me.; 1:20 pm
madhavan said...: alright, here's the rewritten piece...

There's only me
In this desert of rock and rock
Rocks which undulate
Rising like dwarf mountains
Bald and ugly
Dotting the empty wasted earth
And all of them red
Sun red rocks baking in yellow forever horizons
Horizons which stretch with no reprieve
There is no hint of mercy here
This land is more than wasteland
And only me here
Walking towards water
Walking towards a colour
And the colour is green
I alone in this universe of nothing
Not even a sky, not even a wisp of white
Just red and yellow rock and ground
And I
Tired of walking but walking
For what else is there to do
And there, there comes J
A mirage, the only mirage
Who vanishes with a scream
In the heat of this merciless sun
And I walk and walk; 2:08 pm
Anonymous said...: tsk tsk tsk

Do i havta spoon feed u now?
Ever heard of pokeyoke?
J CANNOT be a mirage who vanishes.
How can she?; 2:28 pm
madhavan said...: noooooooo moooooooooorrrrrrrreeeeee; 2:29 pm
Anonymous said...: no more what?; 2:42 pm
madhavan said...: no more tampering of my poem by me.; 2:43 pm
death said...: alice is beginning to grow on me :); 5:48 pm
Manish said...: There's something which makes u shiver when u read those words.... yes some hidden feeling...
it was little obscure... but was good..; 11:36 pm
Golden Words said...: "i dreamt about words."

who me??
:)
flaterred..; 12:44 am

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Monday, January 23, 2006

Alice is lost
Floating in her thoughts
The wind sends her flying
High above the city
Over the trees
Below the clouds
Through the stratosphere
On the moon
Towards the horizon
Into the great beyond
There’s a new planet in the solar system

It has grown stronger
Much stronger since the last time it called
Has Alice grown any weaker
Her blood still runs red
But this poison runs deeper
All the hatred must find a place to rest
Into the great beyond
There’s a new planet in the solar system

Pray to your God
Pray for your life
Pray for mercy
Pray till your knees bleed
Do something, but pray
Pray, cause you have no one, nothing, no time, no where to go
Alice is the only one who hears your cries, the only one who feels your pain
And you will feel hers too, in the great beyond
There’s a new planet in the solar system

5 Comments:

madhavan said...: God replies though his idiot child
To Alice who usurps his designs
And says the idiot child,
Blowing in the stale air a kiss, this:

Alice cant hear cries
She cant hear them
Cries are memory
And they happen in February
February is when Alice
With her valise
Goes for a winter holiday
But no planet is open
For I have barred them all
So Alice is rising in rivers
And sinking in skies
She flies on the earth
And comes out in quarter moons
Like a crescent of frozen buttermilk
But no planet for her, poor Alice
She is a trespasser and
prohibited and then to be shot
I will certainly shoot Alice
And skewer her in a rod
So help me my foster God; 4:38 pm
Anonymous said...: Am I the only one who did not get a word of what you have written?; 5:20 pm
death said...: This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.; 9:14 pm
death said...: this is a masterpiece. and to bring out this pome is perhaps the reason you felt your pain !

brilliant. keep writing :); 9:15 pm
J said...: Dear Neetika,

Not that I have anything agains memes but, no thank you, I'm better off skipping them. Especially if it's some love crap.; 11:45 am

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Friday, January 20, 2006

Sometimes the words come easily
They rush to the forefront of my mind
Pressing hard against the walls of my skull
Fighting with each other to see who goes first
They form a queue, get organized, desert the fistfight
Making their way to the nearest exit
Some step aptly down behind my eyes
Make their way into my mouth
Others slide down my throat
Gliding eagerly to the tips of my fingers
The rest fall to my heart
Pumping their way vigorously
Through my blood
Out of my toes
Some just love flirting around
While the lazy ones, simply sleep around
And sometimes
The words disappear
They slither into the nooks and crannies of my brain
And hide
Leaving a gray cloud in their wake
Talking to me in a language I don’t understand
Leaving an empty wordless trail behind

Once upon a time there was a girl who wanted to be a writer when she grew up. She did become one, when she grew up, but not the kind she’d always dreamt about.
You see, she had to pay bills, she had to live, so she wrote to sell.
But the girl was sad, because that’s not what she wanted to write.
She had people with stories inside her.
She had a whole lot of stories that filled her up.
So was so filled that the stories were nearly bursting out, begging to come out.
But she didn’t let them.
There was no room for them in the world.

10 Comments:

madhavan said...: Stop pitification n start writinfiction like how all writers do n did- 1000 words a day. Stop blaming d word n world for ur laziness; 6:14 pm
madhavan said...: N u have plenty of style, good style, but its no use if it remains inside ur pretty head; 7:13 pm
J said...: O thank you madhavankutty pillai... those were just the words I was looking for... now how about looking for a publisher?; 10:37 pm
madhavan said...: finish the book, and i will find one for you if its any good. promise.; 11:07 pm
J said...: O freak... now u sound like the guy who..........; 11:57 pm
madhavan said...: Actually i dont any publisher but by the time u finish i expect to b a hotshot writer. So go easy on the deadline if u want me to keep mah promise; 1:00 am
The Wandering Hermit said...: yeah words are funny masters,sometimes easy sometimes they dry up totally...
cheers
z; 1:22 am
J said...: well, now i'm done. done with the epic. i stayed up all nite to finish it. com'on now, do wot u promised to :p; 10:12 am
death said...: awwww! we'll make you a writer, the kind you wanna be :); 8:37 pm
humbl devil said...: & the booker goes to...; 1:10 pm

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Thursday, January 19, 2006

Everyone's doing it, so why can't we?

That quiet girl in the corner there, she’s done it twice.
That big brawly ugly guy does it every single day.
They talk about it all the time, and I’ve got nothing to say.
Sure, I’ll nod and laugh along with them.
I’m good at pretending.
Like I know what I’m hearing.
They wouldn’t know.
But the truth is, I don’t understand a word.
Back home, as in the home away from home,
I’ll consult S and talk about it.
He’ll nod and laugh for the same reasons I didn’t.
And we’ll fight.
Fight because we love to.
I must loosen my grip on him.
Not because he wants me to.
Not because I want to.
But because I think I should.
We’ve got different ways to go.
At least I know where I need to go.
But he sure is getting the best of me.
O Boy, do I hate that?
And then he'd say:

Untie those laces, because a trip is just what you need to get back off-track.
You are a mess, but I absolutely love you that way.
Let’s soak up the whole place in sulfur, and then burn it down.
We’ll then go dancing on those rocky cliffs.
You can you fall off from the cliff in one your nightmares if you wish.
I’ll be the hero, risk my own life and save you.
And somewhere between the sky and a horrible death below… we’ll find some time to fly.

4 Comments:

arvindiyer said...: Do I see a new J? Think its time for more Beer with the unkals;); 2:41 pm
madhavan said...: Yo, milady J, you aint helping my magic one wee bit. Dark talk will impress Madhavankutty Pillai, but if you want to crush Mr Crush then this is not the way to go. You can convert him later once the ensaring is done.

By the way, lots of cliffs on the road to Ladakh. Cliffs which run into moonscapes where there's nothing but moondust. That's the place to go. That's the road to heaven which then leads to Mansarovar where the swan princess has her palace in the deep of the waters of the clear lake. How about a journey J, to Mansarorvar through the moonscapes of Leh and Ladakh; 4:06 pm
Anonymous said...: Looks like you are running away from love again.; 4:46 pm
J said...: AI, for heaven's sake, no unkals, u, me and Absolut Iyers :D

Neeeeeeeeeeeeetika dahling, no, no way, not me.

Madhavan, I didn't wanna write dark stuff in here. What if S reads it? What if Mr. Crush reads it? A dark dark mail's comin up to u rite now!; 11:26 am

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Tuesday, January 17, 2006

My birthdate says I am:

Independent.
Dominant.
Tend to be the alpha dog in most situations.
Very confident.
Hardly anything ever shakes me.
Mundane tasks tend to drains me.
I'm original.
When people don't "get" me, it bothers me a lot.
My strength: My ability to gain respect.
My weakness: Caring too much what others think.
My power color: Orange-red
My power symbol: Letter X
My power month: October

You think I’m like that? Guess my birthdate!

18 Comments:

J said...: Click on the linkydink in the bottom baby :); 4:37 pm
J said...: WHY Neetika? Why O Why O WHy?
Don't yo think I'm confident, independant, dominant and the rest of the crap???; 5:29 pm
Rider on the Storm said...: i know when ur birthday is but how do would anyone know this stuff is right about you? :D; 5:51 pm
J said...: yeah? temme when and the i'll reply ur Q :D

Oh btw, u guide reeally well... err... i meant salsa; 6:03 pm
J said...: Neetika, don't temme u believe in all these crappy online tests! :-O; 6:12 pm
Rider on the Storm said...: glad u had a good time..:P

..erm... J ur birthday is on vetti world - orkut; 6:45 pm
anantha said...: hmm... lot of Libran characteristics, or so would the Linda Goodman types say. Frankly i don't know, but if what they say about me is true, then you are a libran too.
(P.S: Your power month has nothing to do with my surmise); 11:39 pm
chaos said...: r u leo... (independent... dominant... color - orange red!)

whatever... wneh is it...
[cake ke liye hum kahin bhi ja sakte hain] ;); 9:45 am
madhavan said...: Your birthday's on the 10th of some month. And everyone who's born on the 10th of every month is exactly like you, according to that site. Which means you are not unique at all. I feel so sad for you...; 11:36 am
J said...: No. No. Not Leo. Not Libra.
Dear Madhavankutty Pillai, dont forget. Even you aint unique. I dont feel sad for you.; 1:47 pm
madhavan said...: by the way, your birthday falls on MAY 10.

Are you suitably impressed?; 2:01 pm
J said...: That's cheeting. I remember you wanted to buy me a nice platinum ring with a princess cut solitaire and I told you to give it to me on my budday. But the problem was, you didnt know when my buddy was. And then I told you it's on May 10th.

Remember? Remember? Remember?; 2:13 pm
madhavan said...: Now that you mention, I remember. Though it took a while. All those platinum rings, all those delicate fingers...it takes an Einstein or a Pillai to remember it all...but I remember it though the date was arrived at through many magic tricks, none of which i will tell ya.; 2:20 pm
J said...: I know.

10 delicate french manicured fingers
1 classy platinum ring

It doesnt take an ordinary Einstein or Pillai to remember it. Only a Madhavankutty Pillai can remember it. WAIT. You say you had trouble remembering it. So you cant be a Madhavankutty Pillai. Did you use magic to create your clone?; 2:30 pm
madhavan said...: who would you prefer.
the magician or the ringmaster.
the poet or the skunk.
sober or drunk.
the gentleman or the punk.
Aiwa or Blaupunkt.
Jazz or funk.
Humour or hunk.
platinum or junk.

by the ways, you stills gots the rings on yous. can i haves it backs, pleease? i urgently needs somes cashes to buys an irivers. i will gives it backs in 20 years or so.; 3:07 pm
J said...: i want the drunk magician, poet punk funk hunk non junk.

I have the ring on my middle finger but I cant wait for 20 years. I have just 5 more years to live rememeber?; 4:19 pm
madhavan said...: Again! reactions are started happened. Again!!!!
Aiyya Aiyyo Appo Appa Gundappa. Again!!!
Keep the ringie thingie
But leave it for me in the will; 4:28 pm
J said...: Aiyo! Aiyayo! No way! My property goes down with me to hell where Kurt n I will live happily ever after.
SIGH!; 5:13 pm

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Monday, January 16, 2006

It’s getting boring in here, don't you think?

It’s time to spice up some lives

So…

I declare tomorrow as Panty Line Day!

If you get the mail, you’ll know what to do.

I case you forget, you’ll remember right after you see enough of horrid panty line faux pas to know what day it is.

*HINT*
If your lingerie is so tight that you have stuff bulging above them, and below them - do NOT wear them. It is NOT cute, for heaven’s sake. Buy different ones. Wear different pants. DO something, please!
And if you think you’ve lost a bit of weight and you’re really excited about wearing a smaller size in your pants, please… you do not have to buy them a size smaller to accentuate it.
And… bulging fat over skintight low rise jeans, movin n shakin over high heels… disgusting!

I think I’m skipping work tomorrow.

6 Comments:

Anonymous said...: Oddly enough, that's exactly how I've begun to judge thinness. Overhang bad. Neatly pressed in, good; even if it just happened to be a larger piece of fabric.; 7:20 pm
death said...: hee hee :P; 8:43 am
madhavan said...: How about the menfolk?
Couldn't you please announce an Underwear Day too? Imagine the marketing possibilites. VIP, Rupa, Tommy Hilfiger, big bucks there, I tell you...
Or you could have a Langoti Day and get the Vishwa Hindu Parishad footing the bill. But that would entail some risk. But then you know all about risk, dontya...; 10:22 am
J said...: @pundit
Yeah right. I think I'm gonna change a few pieces of my wardrobe too.

@madhavan
eeeeeeeeks. I'd rather watch those disgusting women instead.; 11:35 am
The Wandering Hermit said...: a field day for VPL afficienado's : (Visible Panty Lines).. The title of the post was a Metallica song name but not the words,,,just like you have The Cranberries Title in the post above this one...
cheers
z; 5:17 pm
Lost in trance... said...: so how did it go? i guess follow-ups wuda made a great read ! :); 4:18 am

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Thursday, January 12, 2006

"Hey, can I join you?"

"Sure."

"It’s beautiful isn’t it? Just sitting here at this time of the night."

"Yeah."

"I mean if something this beautiful were to happen once in our lifetime, I’m pretty sure the entire building’s gonna come up to the rooftop."

"But no, people take beauty for granted, the sky, the stars, flowers blooming, leaves falling, trees balding."

"I’ll appreciate the hell out of this one. It’s my last time looking at it. With you."

"Me too."

"You ready?"

"Yeah."

"Hold my hand."

16 Comments:

Anonymous said...: Good one!!
Every end has a beautiful beginning......

:)
Neetika; 4:25 pm
Rider on the Storm said...: technical question a non-conformist appreciate beauty?; 6:11 pm
Gia said...: Thats touchy..:):)

and yeah....i dont hate meat...instead i love it... its just the smell of raw meat that irritates me..:):)
Thanx for visitng *In my time of living*; 6:15 pm
J said...: Isnt that interesting? a non-conformist's non confirming.; 6:56 pm
J said...: thanks neeeeeeeetika!

Waj, touchy? ouch.; 6:59 pm
madhavan said...: "But wait"
"Not now"
"But I have something to say"
"Not now. Where's your hand"
"I have to..I..I.."
"What's it? Hurry."
"I..I.."
"Dont. Please dont. Not now. Not here"
"I have to. I...I...cant..have to...say it"
"Please..please..."
"Can I...may I..."
"Yes. Yes. You can. You may."
"Thank you. I am ready. Shall we?"
"No. Let's go. Through the stairs."
"You sure."
"Yes. Let's walk. Only birds fly."; 11:20 pm
Manu said...: Of our elaborate plans, the end.
Of everything that stands, the end!
I'm surprised "rider on the storm" didn't beat me to this. Super post!; 12:47 am
Anonymous said...: .."Yeah."

.."Hold my hand."

"HAYYYY! I said my hand, you dumb crumbum.. hmmm.. or... wait.. forget my hand.."; 1:14 pm
death said...: beeautiful:); 1:19 pm
Anonymous said...: *silence*

AAAAAAAAAH

It feels good. Great.; 1:57 pm
anantha said...: Nice...; 3:05 am
Sita said...: wow.; 12:00 am
The Wandering Hermit said...: Come to the edge, he said
We are afraid, they said
Come to the edge, he said
They came to the edge
He pushed them and they flew"

(Guilliame Apollinaire, 1880-1918, French poet)

reminded me of this...
nice..
cheers
z; 1:57 am
Anonymous said...: "But no, people take beauty for granted, the sky, the stars, flowers blooming, leaves falling, trees balding."

So true.; 4:31 pm
SmartOxymoron said...: Probably just me, but didnt anyone else notice a slightly creepy edge to the post? Or am I misinterpreting what J said? Wish I knew...

J, Youre good!; 10:47 pm
Lost in trance... said...: "I mean if something this beautiful were to happen once in our lifetime, I’m pretty sure the entire building’s gonna come up to the rooftop."

duh? *i'm all blink blink*; 4:20 am

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Monday, January 09, 2006

Some nights it just enters out of nowhere... through the back door, stealthily; hanging heavy like a cold winter wind, saturating the air, travelling lazily, through every room; filling up the air, gathering on the window, freezing and dripping down to the floor, following me in every step I take, filling my lungs, agonising my stomach, grabbing me tight and throwing me into the darkness.

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death said...: deep down in your heart, you know the darkness is shy. Ignore, and it will ignore you :)

err, so i hope :(

A beautiful piece of written english there. a piece of Art; 12:03 pm
J said...: death,

it is not darkness
darkness is not shy
i dont want it to ignore me; 12:13 pm
death said...: This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.; 1:56 pm
Rider on the Storm said...: smoking pot/hash? seems like the after effects :D...

but it is really neat, well written..
makes loadsa sense to me; 3:22 pm
J said...: Aaw! That reminds me… a friend of mine gave me this lil bundle of grass that grows in his backyard… I had it safe in my office drawer… but I nearly forgot it existed… I remembered it now after I read ur comment… and guess what??? It’s missing!!! :-(; 5:54 pm
Anonymous said...: hhhuuuuhhhhhh!!! The devil.. sh00t! Im scared now!; 9:02 pm
Rider on the Storm said...: :P u prob smoked it and forgot about it...; 9:03 pm
anantha said...: Sleep does that to me sometimes and then I start fighting. But it wins everytime :(; 10:08 pm
chaos said...: sometimes darkness is blessings in disguise...
and remember... there's always a new dawn... after darkness of dusk... so cheer-up...; 10:23 am
Anonymous said...: y is everyone bent on making things look darker than dark?; 10:59 am
madhavan said...: i remember seeing a lil tiger hereabouts. did ya kill it; 8:52 am
Anonymous said...: It depends how u think about darkness.
It can be negative as well as positive!!!!
:)

Neetika; 4:08 pm
Anonymous said...: Loneliness is what struck me with this piece.; 4:32 pm

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Dear R,
Remember those years when you’d follow me everywhere I go… even to the loo.
Remember those days when you couldn’t sleep without talking to me on phone… even if its past midnight.
Remember those days when you’d go shopping for nail enamel to match my clothes… and paint my nails at the client’s office.
Remember that night when you bitched about me to her of all people… I don’t believe you did that… and you still keep coming back to me as if nothing happened?
Oh man, I hate you so, no wonder you are first on my list.

Dear Z,
You don’t look as good as you think you do.
And I don’t look as bad as you think I do.
You aint as smart as you think you are.
And I’m not as stupid as you think I am.
I wonder how you made my mom think you’re such a nice guy.
I wonder how you keep making up after all that double/triple/multiple crossing.
I’ll make sure you die single.

Dear S,
Thanks for screwing up my relationship with Z… well, actually I really am thankful.
After all that viscous venom spitting from me, I wonder how you do what you do.
Trust me, I haven’t ever seen anyone like you before. No one can be as desperate as you.

Dear V
The wait is over.
I tried, tried hard... not to be the super bitch... not then I realized it would do me more bad than good... and that’s all that matters to me...so there... here’s the negative outburst:
You suck! I dunno how I could stand you for as long as I did. Now I understand why people say I'm unbelievable! If I said I don’t like you it would be the understatement of the year. You are SO fake. Such a loser. Such a braggart.
Phew, I needed to get all that crap outa my system.

Dear G
I just love to hate you… hate to love you.
I need to figure out the most painful way to kill someone.
And when I do figure that out…
I’ll make you talk
I’ll make you give me the answers to all questions
I’ll make you beg for mercy… for life.
At least I’ll sleep well after that.

Dear R, V and T,
Fuck you guys. If I would haveta judge who’s the biggest ditcher of ‘em all… it would be a tie between you guys. And the best part is that you all keep ditching each other! Tsk Tsk Tsk

Dear aRKee,
You should have known better than to play pranks on a prankster baby.
I don’t hate you enough.
But I wanna do it just for the heck of it… for fun.
I think I’m getting addicted to it now.

Dear M
Don’t ask me why you’re on this list. Maybe because you wouldn't mind doing it for me?

That makes a perfect 10… the perfect 10 to kill. Ah, no… maybe I’ll add K instead of M. Hmm… yeah, that sounds better.

69 Comments:

Anonymous said...: The first step to finding inner peace is to forgive, and forget.

Ah who am I kidding. Never forgive, and never forget. Most importantly, never forgive.; 6:05 pm
chaos said...: WOW... the hate list... you really inspire me! ;D; 6:49 pm
madhavan said...: On compassionate grounds at least, you could have included me in the list. I will never forgive you for this. Never.; 12:49 am
Jax said...: Dear J,
I am glad my initials don't appear on that hitlist!:D
Can I get two balcony tickets for the big day when you use
your 5 point palm exploding heart techniques on these bunch
of losers?

Love,
Jax; 9:13 am
Anonymous said...: I know one thng for sure.There are a couple of understatements here.; 11:32 am
June-An said...: For the start of a new year, we are definitely kicking off on the right foot! Way to go!; 11:34 am
death said...: Jesus!; 12:04 pm
J said...: @Pundit
absolutey!

@Chaos
did i?

@Madhavan
on WHAT grounds?

@Jax
y do u want 2 tickets?

@A
yeah rite. plus, u aint featured.

@June-an
yo baby!; 12:36 pm
madhavan said...: Dont ask ridiculous Qs. You are a warped mind, trump up some charge.
Or, better idea: I could do something and get into the list. What do I have to do to get myself into the list.; 5:40 pm
J said...: HA HA HA

And if you thot getting into my list was as easy as that... you are bloody wrong!; 6:23 pm
chaos said...: i am thinking of doing the same exercise myself... i am sure it'll be really tough to shortlist top 10... as there are so many!!! :D; 7:51 pm
madhavan said...: nopes. beg to disagree. methinks, given an opportunity and sufficient guidance i could make it to thy hate list and mebbe even make it to the top.
c'mon, how can single letters, like T, U, V, R compete against a name like MADHAVANKUTTY PILLAI. Now count the number of letters in that...; 8:06 pm
Anonymous said...: and just when i was almost over the top at the thought of all of your blog having been gobbled by the great computer of today(since i am only halfway through reading all your posts) i see its back, in all its murkiness
huge sigh of relief; 9:19 pm
Golden Words said...: *sees the list..
runs as far as possible and laughs..
thinks carefully if one of those letters can be ..........
hell no.
and j, dont worry anytime u wanna beat up anyone.. me is the person..
take care sweets..will mail ya tom.. tata; 9:42 pm
Jagadish said...: evil mind at work :D....; 2:32 am
J said...: @Chaos
u can make a long list... but the q is... would you really kill them? I would!

@Madhavan
U'll havta find the opportunity
Only a loser needs guidance
Nobody can make it to the top. Its reserved for G. Gawd, i hate him so... i cud eat him up.

@Southpaw
OK?

@GGGGW
Yeah! After monday, i'm sure u're the one who's gonna help me! :D

@Jaddish
Who? Me? Evil?; 10:10 am
Anonymous said...: Why are we into all this?; 10:26 am
phatichar said...: Happy New Year, J! :); 10:51 am
Anonymous said...: What did I do now?; 12:44 pm
arvindiyer said...: HOLY COW..that is one helluva list...and well am glad that am not in the list...When do we meet dodo...give me a buzz sometime..take care and a Happy New year:); 1:12 pm
chaos said...: hmm... point to ponder upon... may be!!!; 1:25 pm
madhavan said...: Forgot to ask this earlier, sorry:

R painted ur nails at the client's office. why? why at the client's office? why not someplace else? what's this new trick which no one taught me? what happens when someone paints ur nails? why would someone want to paint someone else's nails, of all things? was he into the nail polish business?; 2:07 pm
J said...: Well… u r late. But I’ll be kind to u n answer ur q bcuz u promised to send me a big carton of my fav chocolates.

R painted ur nails at the client's office. Why? R was this miserable soul who was obsessed with my nails. He was basically in love with them. He’d even cry if one of my nails chipped off. So our man, R, loved painting my nails.

Why at the client's office? Why not someplace else? He did that in the client’s office bcuz that’s the only place the 2 of us wud be alone, with nothing better to do. U see, I was never attracted to R. He was 2 yrs younger than me but looked 3½ years older. He cudnt possibly sit and paint my nails at my office cuz he was scared of being called my chamcha.

What happens when someone paints ur nails? He gets to hold my hand!

Why would someone want to paint someone else's nails, of all things? I dunno… ask R.

Was he into the nail polish business? No. He was into Risk Consulting.; 3:12 pm
madhavan said...: two year younger??? and now you are a child molester too; 3:27 pm
J said...: NO i'm not.
i mean 2 yrs minus my age doesnt make him a kid.
unless u think i'm a kid too.

And in any case, didnt i tell u? i was least interested in him.; 3:32 pm
madhavan said...: he 'WAS' into risk consulting.

that sounds a littel ominous. have you finished him off already...; 3:32 pm
madhavan said...: and now, where did i hear this - 'ANYONE BELOW 25 IS A KID'.

where did i hear it.

i just cant seem to remember; 3:34 pm
Anonymous said...: hahaha... R is into it.. and he gets blasphemed as well.. thats so cool.. hahhaha.. lets have more of R bashing.. just for the heck of it!; 3:39 pm
arvindiyer said...: Get a room *muhahahah*; 3:51 pm
J said...: Madhavan, i dont think i said that! Well, even if i did... my opinions have cahnged after yday. And R WAS into the risk consulting shit. He's into some other crap now. I havent finished him yet.; 3:57 pm
J said...: My dear Anon bro,
Its NOT the R u'r thinking :D
But rite now i'm in the mood for bashing up any R in the world.; 3:58 pm
J said...: AI, I shall drop off ur CD at Java city this week for sure! PROMISE!

Room? wot room? :p; 3:59 pm
madhavan said...: Dont call me Madhavan. Call me M. I wanna feel included in the group.; 4:15 pm
J said...: NO Mr. Madhavankutty Pillai... i wont call u M.

and now, where did i hear this -'the name is Pillai, Madhavankutty Pillai'

where did i hear it.

i just cant seem to remember; 4:27 pm
madhavan said...: That was from a James Bond movie and the name of James Bond's boss is M and that is me, M.; 4:36 pm
J said...: SHUDDUP!
now dont try n copy me ok?
u were the one who said u dont like these single letter names!; 4:41 pm
madhavan said...: okay, then call me Buta Singh. it has always been my cherished dream that my name be Buta Singh. I just love the name, Buta Singh. Please please call me Buta Singh, JayashrEE Jayaraman; 4:49 pm
J said...: i shall call u Buta singh if u get my name right!; 4:58 pm
madhavan said...: ok, Jasayhir Jarayanam. happy now.; 5:01 pm
J said...: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa
mommy...mdahanav is making fun of me? shoot him!; 5:04 pm
madhavan said...: noooooo. no mommy. please donna tella mummy. mommy, she started it.
and now let me also tell you her side of the story...she started it; 5:37 pm
J said...: Mommy has always been proud abt how smart a kid i am.
i have a print of all these comments rite now in my hand.
its hard core proof.

HeeeHaaawHeeeHaaawHeeeHaaaw!

Now lemme see u convince my mommy.; 5:48 pm
Rider on the Storm said...: so is that it? M n J hav lost it finally?; 6:23 pm
J said...: Rider!
I dont believe this!
How can YOU of all peepul say that I have lost it?
Its Madhavan who's lost it. actually he didnt lose it, he never had it :p; 6:41 pm
Golden Words said...: "two years minus ur age".. sorry i can count only uptil two digits..
jokes aside.. am offended by "@GGGGW
Yeah! After monday, i'm sure u're the one who's gonna help me! :D" comment..
for the fact that i am having black herbal tea in office ... man i miss coffee..
u know why :P//
oh yeah.. i can beat up anyone.. so lemme know..; 8:39 pm
Rapunzel said...: hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha....*catch my breath* ok...!so was it cathartic??; 8:41 pm
Rider on the Storm said...: ho blimey.. a thousand apologies J..

when u say he has lost it, what do u mean by it?; 8:52 pm
madhavan said...: i never had it and so i didnt lose anything. you had it and you have lost it. which means i have lost nothing and you have lost everything.
to explain further, consider that i never had any marbles and you had about one-half. now we compete and since i didnt have anything, i am left with nothing. so i am as rich or as poor or as marbleless as before. now you, who had a half of it, has lost that and so you are poorer by half and what more you are bankrupt. so technically, i am the winner though i have won nothing and am as marbleless as before.

so i win, says the rulebook. and you know what the rulebook says about disagreeing with the rules.; 9:26 am
Jax said...: Is it this new template or is it because of the blue and white combo? The words seem to be coming out of monitor, like a 3D movie. Am I just drunk?

2 tickets for me and my emotional baggage!; 10:36 am
Shalz Nair said...: Well.welll.welll what do we have here?

This sounds so much like my group Email to all my school buddies who were at one point such great friends ( some of them still are) and the ones who personify double standards, and play smart aSS...... got the message from me just before the New Year.

MAde some really bad enemies out of my so called good friends. But they deserved it..evry bit of it.and no regrets at all.

Better not to have such frenz at all ....

Way to go!!; 11:19 am
J said...: GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGW, all I meant was… u r SO strong… can beat up anyone! :D

Rapz, u bet!

Rider, see he’s accepted it!

Madhavan, my rulebook says ur dumb rulebook is all wrong... all crap. Now learn to accept it gracefully and live with it ok?
Sheesh man where on earth would you find a rulebook that gives useless examples about situations that don’t exist? Oh that’s a compliment dear madhavankutty pillai… ur rulebook is one of a kind… u wont ever find a soulmate if you wanted to get it married… tsk tsk tsk

Jax, I think u’r high on ur emotional baggage. Is she hot?

Shals, Yo baby!

TPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP, I missed u sooooooooooooooo much that I could kill u. happy? :p; 12:45 pm
SmartOxymoron said...: The A-Z of murder? Whats with that post anyway :-/

I can almost hear Metallica playing in the background(Kill 'em all).; 12:52 pm
J said...: SOx, i'm jus flushing all the evil outa my system and outa this world :D; 12:57 pm
madhavan said...: how about ur rulebook. ur rulebook cud marry my rulebook which is a wifebeater but then all thingies come with a catchie, no.; 1:21 pm
J said...: my rulebook is not dumb
my rulebook is not a wife beater
my rulebook has just one rule: NO RULES.

wots the catch?; 2:16 pm
madhavan said...: dowry. you gotta pay me dowry for mah rulebook to marry urs since there is pleanty of substnce in mah rulebook and ur rulebook is practically empty and useless.; 2:30 pm
J said...: Ms. Rulebook has a lota spunk n attitude, she says she'd rather be empty n clean than talk utter crap like the other rulebooks around.; 3:00 pm
madhavan said...: my rulebook is coming to bangalore to knock you on your head with its hardbound cover...be warned. you have gone too far this time, saing nashty nashty things about me rulebook. and unlike me, my rulebook is not Gandhi...; 4:30 pm
J said...: WAIT... y shud ur rulebook beat me up? if it must... its my rulebook ur rulebook shud be looking out for. And btw, my doesnt live in Bangalore!; 5:30 pm
madhavan said...: what!!! egads!!! then why ask me the come to palace grounds for the strip show. and dont say yu are in bombay coz there's not enough room here for two of our kind.; 5:39 pm
J said...: well.....; 6:24 pm
Rider on the Storm said...: seeing what M has written, i see two things..
1. he is confused
2. he is confused..; 6:42 pm
madhavan said...: dear J:

well what? whasis mean

dear rider:
dear rider:

that's just one thing and repeating one thing twice does not make it two things.

that's just one thing and repeating one thing twice does not make it two things.; 9:26 pm
Golden Words said...: sorry still offended..
and u still havent offered me the 'job'// so..; 9:38 pm
Rider on the Storm said...: it is not the same thing.. second line has a deeper meaning...
sigh.. golgafrinchams..; 10:01 pm
death said...: J, how you been?; 1:15 pm
Anonymous said...: so what does one have to do to meet the inimitable J?; 5:00 pm
Anonymous said...: My blogs dead no more..... ;-)

Prateek
http://prematurearticulation.com; 11:47 am
J said...: Southpaw, fall at my feet, wait on me and worship me.; 11:48 am

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