F*** ***

have meant to talk about this for a very long time. tell me something, does double standards mean the only thing to most people? i mean just when the chips are down they rush up and greet him like a hero. and then when he does the same thing say a month later he's the worst thing on god's earth. and why? just coz he chooses to be a gentleman. well yeah, gues u could call him a loser. after all, in this day and time i guess very few actually know the meaning of civilized human beings. but this has really gone on for way too long! and the best part is yet to come. nobody, and i mean nobody wants to back the guy who's done so much! they all go salivating after this creep! tell me, is it asking for too much, is it really asking for too much when i say give him a chance! and he aint even doing too badly! he's doing his job damn well. u know what? i think that's where the problem lies. no one likes someone doing their job too well. reminds them of their own inadequecies. doesnt it? u tell me. anyways, u cant either coz u part of that same daft gang. just why cant u see? all of u are making a mistake! just because he keeps quite does not mean he's a chicken! there are just somethings which u have to do! he has his responsibilities and he knows them. and rest assured better than u guys do!

Going Back

have you ever had this experience of going back to school just to find that you no longer recognise anything or anyone? i guess most of us have at some point of time or other, but the funny thing is that it does not take long a time for such a thing to come to pass. maybe just a couple of years. and then bang! before you know it, your old classroom's been walled up. those glorious broken windows whose charm you never seemed to realise while in school seem to look out into the greenest fields of memories. the half-pants and full-pants marching and the winter rain gushing in seem all the more real. it's then that you sit down and look back at all those physics classes not with disgust but with the fondness of an aging grand-aunt. the painfully long and suffocating chemistry classes seem suitably sepia-tinted, and even maths doesn't seem so bad after all. you let out your deepest sigh and wish for things which might just have made you shudder not so long back. a short walk out into the basketball court. even here things look painfully changed. remember all those gossipy chats behind those trees? even walking with the black cardigan held just like dravid might? things of the past. no more trees to chat behind. dravid too safely ensconced in marital bliss to be available for such dreamy romances...you walk up the wooden stairs and past all those messy classrooms. somewhere you hear the confident tiptap of shoes long past their expiry date. faces vaguely familiar, teachers strangely friendly, everything bordering on the glorious unknown. where's that place that you felt you completely belonged to?...all those who've been through this would agree with me on this one thing--yeah it's one heck of an experience.

000

the other day day as i sat watching the disasterous india-sri lanka cricket match, someone next to me commented--"khela dekhe ar ki hobe? shob i to got up". according to this gentleman the only reason why ganguly played so slowly was because he wanted india to lode. sounds complicated? not at all! see, if he plays slow, then india dont score too many, then sri lanka stand a better chance of winning and then finally because of india's loss ganguly stands to gain back his captaincy. impeccable! and that's not all. apparently laxman was crucially injured at the beginning of the 1st match because he too wanted to play his full role in bringing saurav back to the helm. with conspiracy theories like these who needs the cold war!

lovers at first sight, in love forever

Strangers in the night exchanging glances
Wond’ring in the night
What were the chances we’d be sharing love
Before the night was through.
Something in your eyes was so inviting,
Something in you smile was so exciting,
Something in my heart,
Told me I must have you.

thank god for frank sinatra!

c'est ou?

what if all of us where to take this world seriously? where would all the poets go? to be more personal, what would happen to the likes of me, who thrive on a generous dose of "ridiculosity"? a scary scenraio, by all means. and yet, that's what we seem to be hurtling inexorably towards today. the tiny, insignificant details, the idiocy of even the most pompous asses, the stupid outbursts of a drunkard or a revolutionary--c'est ou? life's rather deadly serious right now. we all seem to be talking about earning good money, owning a pent-house, with a holiday in malibu thrown in, these days. perfectly justified. nothing wrong with wanting the good of mankind. but what about upholding madness, irrationality? so you think i've got my priorities all mixed up? well it's that very thought of yours which i wish someone would challenge. i wish, for once, someone would look out of that tiny picture-frame and at least try and comprehend that a larger picture exists out there.

how far will u go?

a funny piece of news. the other day on tv i saw this report about number plates of taxicabs. the whole hullaballoo was centred around the number four being an unlucky number in the japanese culture. things became rather acute because of certain very important exams which would decide the future of millions of students in that country. so as to ensure the absence of all kinds of ill-luck, parents did not want their kids going for the exams in cabs which had the number four on their number plate. the end result? some of the biggest taxi companies in japan decided to take off all the cabs which had the dreaded number. age of progress and civilization???