I realize that the time has come for complete randomness. I have innumerable people I don’t know in my college, songs in a language I don’t understand that I not only have in my collection but I also sing. I have ‘friends’ on my g-talk list with names I don’t recognize. And Choco-lattes that taste like badly made milo, though that is just unfortunate, am still sad about it.

Very recently I was in deep conversation about how life in law college can change a person. How I came full circle, how the beautiful She, before me, came to no where in particular. How we both are despite our many differences at the same place in space anyway. But through it all I felt very important. She knew my name, I obviously didn’t know her. And it went on. Till I cared to enquire about her doleful life in the first year. An eye brow arched, she tells me its her second. In surprise I say, “Ah! Haven’t seen you around here before.” A sudden bout of amnesia or selective memory clubbed with foot in the mouth disease I ask her, ” I didn’t get your name, what is it?” And hence, we haven’t spoken since.

Apparently we had been on good terms, she would certify that. Not that CRC would care about it. Policies have been relaxed, you see. Regardless.

I have finally cleaned my room, not that it looks it. But I know its clean. Knowing is after all believing.

So much for non-sense. I have work I should do.

These steps they take me strangely close but far
Shadowed thoughts, slip away with the Answer
I know not where these lead, an angel’s lap or
a devil’s end, but to the flute I proceed
Though seeking you, dear friend.
Bent and gnarled is my mind, and my spirit lost
Is the world shattering or my sleep fraught ?
The Pillars are breaking, where hath You gone?
The sky falling, it shall end before long.
Your souls unstirred, safe in moral exile
No glimmer of hope, you say “it shall be fine“
You say dear friends that I sing of sorrow,
But can u tell whence shall come Tomorrow?

As any other Sunday, the clock ticked seconds and mundane affairs belonging to the week’s end warranted contemplation. The indolent breeze under the indolent sun gave no reason to farewell the lethargy and all responsibilities were shrugged, dismissed with the slight of a hand.

She lay there with her head on the table, the vernacular crossword now damp with perspiration. When was the last time you dusted the table, you wonder while you dream of better dreams. From a distance you can make out the melancholic melody of the third symphony, it plays as if in your head.

She has left, someone else has replaced her. Her deep brown skin makes you look, nay glance, again. The enormity of impending afflictions trouble your sweet little mind. You sleep, your head on the crossword. With indolent dreams, of indolent days, worries are kept at bay.

It plays on, never ending.Your deep brown skin melts away into time, you realize it has not been Sunday in a while.

My conscience is laughing at me and thankfully, thankfully, my plans to go shopping again, amidst this whirlwind of deadlines, didn’t fall through. I was accompanying a friend, who would not like to be named, for a sale a few days ago. All I intended to do was provide solicited but agreed-to-be-rejected advice. And there I was! standing first in line hand in wallet – dress in hand, selling my soul to greed. What is most disgusting is that it was deliberated upon. I had tried the gown on and let the little wisdom in me reign for once supreme. But then I received a Sign. Lord God Tyler was serenading my whims! My money in the gutter, my guilt in the sink! I bought the black and white dress that was not on sale on a sale.

My one advice to you: Don’t loiter around in that section which clearly says “FRESH STOCK”.

My second advice to you: Don’t let me loiter around in that section which clearly says “FRESH STOCK”.

Millipedes. You must have watched those predictable Hollywood movies, on alien life forms taking over Earth. Aliens, Species, grotesque-things-i-don’t-want-to-remember. Well, now we have millipedes taking over Gujarat. And something rather queer has come of it. Though they are not reproducing with human beings, we do have countrymen sleeping under the starry sky, forsaking carnal pursuits and worldly possessions, so that worms don’t fall atop them. Is it the return of the Early Man or the arrival of the Age of Reptiles.

After thought

If the world was to return to Stone Age and you had to take three things from today back with you, what would these be? My answer: to the contrary belief of most my friends, is not curd, but: refrigerators, computers, and elastics. You?

The Hobbit has no clue why i am on my own blog roll. She don’t know how to be on my blog roll. She don’t know how other blogs, esp. those on blog spot can be on mine. She has no idea why the Sleep Talker cant leave a comment on my blog. She don’t know how to change the font size of my posts. Damn ppl are useless these days!

Since the time I heard Alison Krauss the other day, her music is all that plays in my head. And the breathtakingly lazy weather just makes it all the more convenient to not do anything in particular. All this laziness, it makes me feel guilty. I shall join salsa classes. The only problem with that is the lack of the other gender’s enthusiasm. Its annoying! and passes waaaaay over my head! Why, why can’t men shake a leg! Whats the problem! they can’t look any more stupider than they normaly do. why is it that they talk about batman superman without any qualms at 25 but feel shy to dance!

And no, they have not yet given up on Arushi. Whats everyone’s problem? Why CAN’T they let people live in peace? WHY CAN’T WE JUST BE?! Stop IP-ing me for One Missed Call, its a sad movie!

I am Irritated.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master/so many things seem filled with the intent/ to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

-One Art, Elizabeth Bishop

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15212

the hobbit has been on a losing spree. If you ask her she’ll start bawling. I personally keep away from the subject. And frankly have no locus standi. wht with 6 cellphones, easily 3 umbrellas, 2 library books, 1 library card, hobbit has a lot to catch up on! With this she will surely lose her temper! (haha!)

Recently the Malaysian governemnt passed a law prohibiting women from wearing lipsticks and high heels to work. Object of the law is that it would reduce the chances of them being molested! We live in stupid times..

I love my new computer, especially since i can see its insides at all times. The golden silver green inlay resembles kantha work of 2050. come to think of it, we Indians made the first chip!