I want to go visit Delhi very bad. So bad its driving me bonkers. But am not very sure if I should.
I finished three books this weekend. Master of life skills by Vijay Nair, The Associate by Grisham and The Final Reckoning by Sam Bourne. Quick work. Satisfying!! On to Feluda now - Volume 2. Need to wrap this up too. If only I had this appetite - for books closer to my line of work ;) *sigh* Or should I consider aligning my line of work with my appetite :) hehe. All in good time. And God willing. But these are not the best of times so shush! :(
PS - I know - I am an insufferable pompous [fill in with expletive of your choice].
I am hungry. I want baked beans on toast, eggs - sunny side up, orange juice, espresso - a tall glass if it can be arranged and a nice oatmeal porridge. See - I told you. Am hungry. And umm I think I am rambling. My tummy's rumbling. And that, ladies and gentleman, was a cheap, lowlife attempt at appearing wiser than thou. And thats what it shall remain. An attempt.
I am decidely weird. Aren't I?
I am on my third red bull and nth umm :)
This is a good time to wake up, but am awake - if you know what I mean.
The economy sucks.
This is not the best of times I've seen. No siree!!
I want to write stuff. Loads. Anonymously.
I want a digital camera. A DSLR.
I am going to Bangalore and then on to a couple of holy places. Perspective building. Introspection. It's one of those things.
I entered a competition. Let's see if I win!!! More on that later. Another post (and a series of posts) - if it happens.
In the recent past, someone close, very close to me said extremely nasty things to me, about my family, about my community. It hurt. And what hurt more is somewhere I actually asked for all of it.
I am torn apart between inclination, logic, affection, intuition, belief, proof, pattern, evidence, insecurity , fear, hope, joy, grief, and a host of other things which I have never faced before and I hope I will never have to again. Ever.
I am in love with the notion of "Delhi".
If one walked into my room right now, it would be an ethereal experience.
I like most of the songs of Delhi 6 :)
I wish I were in high school again.
I composed a song recently. Roomie doing the guit, me doing the guit and Lead vocals. No drums. Twas decent.
Same roomie just startled me (to think I wrote about it somewhere above).
Am I psychic? Or psychotic? Is there a difference :P
I so miss the ability to forget things at will. See, people, this is where a computer scores over humans. Of course we are supposed to control the computer and make ermm arrangements to have the "to be forgotten" data removed. But when we ask for a similar arrangement - all we get from them well wishing, holier than thou junta is - time...Time my son. Give it time.
That, my dear conduit to Godliness, is exactly what I do not have the luxury of. Time eh? Bah!
I do not want my parents to age. I wish they didn't have health issues.
I miss Thatha.
I miss Thatha very much.
I want a Mac - a shining new Mac.
Sachin just plastered the Kiwis. And I missed the treat. Seems like the doctor's been servicing Sachin's engines rather well :) Or maybe mid life crisis is.
When you shave, why is there a greenish tinge all over? The face I mean :)
Makes one look - forget it - but green is for what? Martians? And to think a couple more days of the outgrowth and it looks black?
I am abnormal. I am weird. (Ok I spelt it wierd first). As I always do. Dangit!!
Why does Chris Isaak's "Wicked Game" do this to me. Everytime.
Jack Daniels - Save me!!
My rooms a mess. An unholy, godforsaken mess.
I bet you umm 10 bucks you wouldn't want to see my ever burgeoning to-do list - running and in life.
Not that I'd show it to you either.
Not that you asked for it yeah?
Sometimes, I wonder. Whether I should wonder at all in the very first place.
PS - The woman in "Wicked Game" is simply H.O.T.
I love pointless tautology. Just proves that I am messed up there *points upward*
Learnt that you should either be a prick or a pushover. The "in between" thing has not worked very well. And I think I am more of a prick. With a conscience. ;)
Am I writing way too much. I must be.
Oh yes, on a parting note, "Be careful what you ask for - you might actually get it."
Ok back in a while.
Hmm?
--Kartik.
15 comments:
Truly arbit!!
Atleast I would be able to identify most of what you have written...Seems natural when you are high on sprits or better said wud be 'cranky'....
Did I forget cranky?
Avi
No da - was not high. Cranky - that I will rather not comment upon. :)
I can relate to your post...at least when i have so much on my plate or when things don't go the right way or when I see that the closeness between me and that someone is at stake...its a relief to pen down all ur thoughts running in your mind at that point of time!I have felt that I should have left all that adolescent meandering behind me.i think i have in many ways.And yet, there is so much of life that remains to be lived regardless of whether you know how you want to live it.I would just tell you that the road ahead looks smooth and shiny,there's fuel in your tank.This is how it is always going to be.You are never going to either win or lose.It will always be a matter of how you look in the rear view mirror.
-Sumithra
Sumi!!! Nice to see you drop by !! Tiz been a while since I peeked in at bullets and bangles too - last time was that trip of yours - Bhimeshwari yes? Back to this post - well having been a random guy all the while, it kinda shows :)
Helps to bare it all at once - and you have a mindmap of sorts :)
Whaqt you say about neither win or lose makes me squirm, makes me want to force a result - either way. But you are right. How you look at the rear view is all that matters :)
But yeah trying times my dear friend... really trying times these...
--Kartik.
Who died?
Ok, So I am going to disable anonymous comments in here. Some wisecrack has been making comments which are umm inappropriate.
And for the record - the answer to this question "Who Died" would be -
My Thatha - my Grandfather.
Am surprised I even answered this question but then what the heck.
Liked reading your arbit stuff.. :)
I just had bakes beans on toast btw.. not for breakfast but fr lunch though :)
I love Delhi.. and Delhi 6 songs..all of them too! :)
Be careful of what you wish for.. I think I mentioned the same line sometime back in one of my posts too.. :)
woah..woah!
u had i suppose a all the cuisine's together in the same plate!!
interesting read :)
A longg post after a very long time!! :) Did you realise (or only did I) that most what you've written has some relation to the older posts of yours?? :)
Good going, and come over to Delhi, though the heat is pretty killing!! ;)
Hmm... Someone seems to be 'obsessed' with Delhi...
I wonder why? :)
Wow you are quite a character yourself. Loved reading your post cz I relate to the 'springing randomness' all across. You are welcome to keep visiting so will I. Thanks for connecting. :)
Psychic and psychotic - whats the difference - loved that line. you do not post very often do you?
its DILII che! not Delhi Six!
it is huh? its been ages since i did anything on this blog...now that you're around - i might just be inspired to put something on.. fpor what its worth...btw checked out sa few of your stories on ibn live...impressive :)
gracias :)
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