The Flu Season- the stories related to possibly the third dimension

(inspired to write a ghost story by a twelve year olds blog that i cam across recently..)

Twelve ghosts congregated at the round table at exactly 12.01 am. They were the twelve ghosts of the high council. Their numbers were suddenly dwindling as was always at this time of the year. They did not know why. They had taken all the precautions they could. But it was always the same. At this time of year the number of mysterious disappearances was always more. And additions to the tribe had been on the decline as well. The last major surge in the population of the tribe had been in 1945 to be precise August 9th, 1945. That had been a magnificent day for the tribe for the additions had been invaluable. In fact the senator who headed the high council had been a mind created on that day. In his election speeches and campaign he had never been shy to advertise that fact to his advantage.

As a species they did not know of their origins yet. They just knew they got created out of apparent nothingness and were found initially wandering aimlessly till the preservers came got them. The preservers are a squadron that has existed from the earliest of settlements with dated records going back about 10000 years. The preservers would find” the loiters” and bring them back to the tribes based on mathematical statistics for proper equivalent distribution. “The loiters” now known as babies were prone to odd behavior and are sent to schools to learn the ways of the society they are going to reside in. The teachers have documented into categories the odd behavior over the years. Some would come in barking at everyone, some meowed and growled, and some would talk gibberish. But there was always the one baby that behaved outside of the known realms.

The various scientific brains had contemplated on origins for centuries past. The debate raged on without a clue as such. One of the brilliant ghosts of all time had come closest to disclosing somewhat of an extraordinary finding. As every brilliant mind would be prone to he too had his eccentricities. As a baby his teachers had documented extremely odd behavior. His birth date he had himself accurately zoned down to April 18th 1955 and had subsequently pioneered the game theory to predict the actual birth date of anyone. And during one of his famous speeches to the teachers’ society of Bethlehem he had introduced the concept of a name and ventured into a theory of existence before the baby stage. He said henceforth he would be addressed as Albert. Whoever had even known the need to have a “name”. It was now fashionable to do so now! His life’s work was dedicated to find a unifying theory that would explain it all. He had been on the verge of revealing so on the night of his sudden disappearance. Even the brilliant are not protected from the mysterious. In later years many have tried to decipher his notes but none have concretely succeeded. One theory that the scientific community had widely accepted was the existence before the baby stage which explained much of the residual behavior.

The mysterious disappearance from existence back to nothingness had never been deciphered either. Various myths and legends had been adopted by the general masses. During this season they would not venture out to even look for fresh carbon monoxide – their chief nutrient of sustenance. They always contorted their shape to resemble that of a cross to ward of the evil. Albert’s greatest contribution had been in giving scientific proof to the existence of these evil wards- “the HUMANs”. No one had ever found physical proof but Albert had propounded the famous el-gizno paradox, i.e., if we were to find means or ways of traveling at the speed of light then as we travel at the speed of light time being circular in nature would come to a standstill and we would be looking at not only ourselves at that point of time but parallelly the humans from the third dimension- the paradox being if we did so the whole time space continuum would collapse onto itself.

The senator addressed the high council, “Dear all—we are hence gathered to discuss…”... he started turning white... a smooth wind started blowing… all in the high council went paranoid… they contorted into crosses to save each his own… and then the senator disappeared with the noise that always accompanied the disappearance- “AAAAAAAcccchhhHHHHHooooOOO”… the squadron came in.. they all looked devastated at their loss… life was always so suddenly taken away… nobody could understand it….they all looked solemn and prayed for the good senators passing

The third dimension:


A little girl who was enjoying the sunshine – the last few days before the winter came... sneezed – “AAAAAAAcccchhhHHHHHooooOOO” and her grandfather at once sang:


O little granddaughter of mine
Sneeze not so loud
For a legend that was created in Ireland
Sung from generation to generation

It is said as the warmth of
the sun recedes for the season
Tis’ the time among others
Known as the flu season

And through this season
Every time does one sneeze softly!
Covering thy nose
Does one liberate our ancestors from
Their painful existence they say

And doing so do we earn
A passage to the lord almighty
For the help we give in doing so
Pays for our own passage some day

The little girl said exasperated” Oh grandpa! You are such a liar. I am not five anymore you know. ….”

How to gain 10 pounds in 5 weeks..

I once traveled to Africa
In search of tropical rain forests
To get away from the tides of the city
In search for a solitude
For never had I been more lost
Innocence, security and belief in the divine

I refused guidance
For a pride not of lions
It’s easy to be confused
For I did say I was in Africa
But far from the Savannah

So without guidance I forayed
Into the unknown apparently brave
With an attitude so frivolous
That it put fear even in me
Of why was I taking things so easy

A brash attitude I would say
But with no one to correct me
And not one knowing what I felt
Not for any reason but mine
For I thought I was being brave in shielding
The ones I love from unnecessary tensions

My brash attitude would be soon broken
For I knew it had to
It was not my way but
The way of life for I
The way it always has
Throwing many surprises along the way

Even in my solitude the people I shielded
Sensed my worries in different ways
And found ways to be worried
Even though a thousand miles away

And people I chose to confide in to
Bear the burden I felt
Found ways to comfort me
With a solidarity I will not forget

I rediscovered a friendship as always
In selfish times for myself
But totally selfless in the other
And had a little fun in the process
Teaching myself again the happiness
In creating an unknown adventure
And believing in the divine

As was always it ended
In a moment of extreme relief and happiness
And as I thought before I slept
I should treasure this for
I was sure to find ways to complicate
The following with umpteen self created problems

And I did just as I suspected…..


“To all those who have shown solidarity through these “selfishly” hard times I salute all of thee--- SAN,H,SU,SH,JB,G(for the records known as K),P,KC,P…..and of course Ch……

Babys day out...

Science fiction lovers of the early 20th century had always assumed or maybe hoped that in 100 years from then the human race would have made contact, the big influences being Asimov, Star trek and so on. It has been 340 years since the dawn of the 21st century and the human race remains the only species capable of even primitive radio transmission in the whole alpha quadrant. The human race has spread to colonize a minuscule part of the Milky Way galaxy. Starting with the planet mars the human race has never really looked back. We have now reached the Alpha Centauri system of stars. Three planets of Centauri B and a couple of planets of Proxima had been found suitable for human inhabitation. Another thing that the people from the 20th century were scared of was the third world war. In that assumption too they were wrong. The fact was that by the end of the 21st century every government in the world had second and third generation immigrants from either China or the Indian subcontinent. There was no question of a war. Of course you might not know where China is located or where the Indian Subcontinent is huh- Luke... Luke

“Shut the fuck up and fly this goddamned garbage disposal crate… god… man ... can’t you ever stop about the 20th century,,, no wonder you can never get laid man… if it were up to me I would put you in an escape pod and dump you on the second moon of Gaya” Saying so Luke took off to find his bunk. I smiled. My father had been in the garbage business, as had been my grandfather, as had been my great grandfather- who was among the first settlers. Things had been much tougher then. We for generations had run garbage crates dumping them into the proximity of Centauri A. The family had made itself quite a bit of money. My father had great plans for the business and for me. But I wanted nothing to do with this. This was not where my dreams or aspirations ended. I had wanted to be a historian, dealing with the 20th century. And to pursue my hobby I continued to operate this crate because it gave me time to pursue my hobby – away from the eyes of my family who thought me to be loony. Ah well now that I was alone on deck I started work on my paper on the influence of Quentin Tarentino’s movies on the late 20thcentury society. I had been secretly preparing to apply to the Martian university of arts and culture in quadrant beta Z. That was when I heard Luke scream.

I brought the crate to a standstill. We were about 1.247 light years from Gaya, the fourth planet from Proxima. I walked into bay 2. Luke was there looking at me horrified. He had the monitor on garbage crate 2. I saw why he was convalescing. There was a distinct shape of a body there. I asked Luke to calm down. I started to suite up. I asked Luke to radio ahead to the authorities. I got into the pressure chamber. It still took about 23 minutes and 7 seconds to get the body acclimatized to the pressure change. Finally I was able to maneuver myself to crate 2.

I got back to bay 2 a bit out of breadth. That did not stop me from vomiting all over the floor as I took off the shield protection. I called out for Luke. Luke was right in front of me. His face was blue but he lay there serenely. I pulled myself together and checked for a pulse. Luke was dead. Oh my god- this could not be happening. Luke was like a half brother to me. We had grown up together. I ran out of the room into the lavatory- Puked all over the floor and started crying like a baby. A part of me wanted to keep doing that. But something inside me made me crash me head into the stern and brought me to me senses. I washed me face with some cold water. Oh and did I tell you why I was puking before I saw Luke? NO- I was not suffering from diarrhea and my guts are not equivalent to a little girl who has lost her lolly. I had found the body in crate 2 all right. And I knew whose it was too- Senator Seldon- Hari Seldon. This did not make any sense. I got back to the deck and switched on to a news channel. It was all over broadcast channels all right. There was blood hunt on for the kidnappers of the senator. And that was when I heard the name of my crate being mentioned and that the authorities were on the lookout for us.

I got hold of a paper bag and started breathing into it. I wasn’t afraid of the authorities but was sure that my father would murder me. I sat down to think. I closed my eyes and started to think of Sara. That calmed me down. I got myself together for the second time that night. I checked to see if Luke had indeed followed my orders for once and radioed for help. For the first time in my life I felt gratitude to the fact that Luke had not followed orders! Luke –poor Luke… I had to do something. I knew I could not land on Gaya with 2 bodies on board. I could just go ahead to Centauri A and dump my cargo with the bodies. But then all the routes would be monitored and I wouldn’t get as far as a parsec. I was a sitting duck either way. And that was when it struck me. Luke had been doing some idle banter earlier in the evening and all of that started to make sense. I chartered a course to Gaya and radioed ahead to the authorities-,” Enterprise to Watch tower 2... Enterprise to watch tower 2… Just heard the news. I am coming in with cargo… I am not a fugitive… I repeat I am not a fugitive… I am coming in… Hold off any fire …” I got an acknowledgment from watch tower 2 within seconds,” Enterprise this is Polize chief O Brien… acknowledged… this might be a mistake about your crate… but in every quadrant you still are a fugitive of the law. I would advice to ease your crate in…” I had about 27 minutes to Gaya. I had to act quickly. I dragged the senators and Luke’s bodies into the escape pod. You see there was a so called blind zone as you go around the dark side of beta K – the second moon of Gaya! And as we rounded the second moon I dumped the pod. Exactly 7 minutes later I landed on Gaya.

7 Days later...

Luke was sitting in front of me with Sara by his side. “You know you outdid yourself kid by figuring it out” I looked at him and looked away and got back to my drink. He smirked,” Common don’t be a baby. I couldn’t have done anything else. I gave you a fighting chance kid and I knew you would figure it out. I had my own ass to protect too. The plan I came up with was perfect… ” I continued as he continued to smirk,” So you injected yourself with paraketenomycin. That cut killed your sensories but kept you brain function intact. And you had Sara waiting on beta K with the ketamone antidote that restored all function. You also managed to get rid of the senators body there and then stop by to corroborate my story that you had missed the junk in the last space station which you needed no guessing at thanks to the powerful media that had my fantastic story on every galactic channel. You got paid off well for carrying out the perfect assassination didn’t you. I can’t tell anybody cause I can’t corroborate the true story can I after all I did to get off meself… “ I drank … He looked at me and said,” Kiddo you take care… enjoy yourself on Mars… you aint cut out for this business… for that any business.. ” He smirked and walked out with Sara arm in arm…. I looked at Sara’s fleeting figure and got back to my 4th….

The land of Magical Mysteries

The land that came and went

It was Sunday again which meant it was finally the day off for the children. Joe, Besse, Fanny and Dick were all exited. Mother (Aunt to Dick) had said they could be off for the whole day and was packing them some cool cucumber sandwiches and cranberry juice. Singing in unison as the sun shone brightly they walked towards the enchanted wood. As they crossed over the border into the enchanted wood they could hear all the large redwood trees go “ Wisha Wisha Wisha”… Dick put his ear against one of the nice tall redwood trees and he heard them whisper,” We all welcome our friends who have helped preserve this forest and magical folk umpteen number of times with open branches” Dick laughed. Soon they where upon the largest tree in the forest where all their friends were at.. Little Silky, Moonface, Dame Washalot, Whathisname, the Sauscepanman, the angry pixie…

The red squirrel was waiting for them at the foot of the tree. “ Oh young sirs and madams, Moonface and the others are expecting you. I will let them know that you are here and he will let the basket down.” They were all happy to oblige. The day was rather warm to be climbing the tree all the way up. Soon one of Dame Washalots huge baskets came bumping down. They all got in and tugged on the rope. It went up like a roller coaster making it all the way up to Moonface’s house in no time. They knocked on the door to be welcomed by an aroma that tingled their senses beyond control. Moonface was beaming at them. He said,” Want a toffeshock?”. They all screamed,” Not now Moonface”

The Wrong Land of Dreams

“ What land is up in the cloud Moonface?”, asked Jo. “ It’s the land of Do as you please in an hour!”, beamed Moonface. The children all screamed in delight. An hour later they all climbed up the ladder into the cloud. One by one- Moonface, Silky, Fanny, Bessie, Jo, The saucepan man, Mr.Whatshisname and finally Dick. Once they were all up into the land was when it all went dark. A cloud cover cut the sunshine out with an eerie noise started playing in the background. Jo looked at Moonface and he saw something that had he had never seen terror on Monfaces’s face. Until then he had not felt scared. But now…

Everybody started screaming at once when Moonface shouted the loudest. “Calm down everyone. Do not be scared. Looks like we made a mistake with when the land of do as you please arrives.” Suddenly Silky screamed,” Look there is a round table and there are exactly 8 chairs”. They all walked towards it and saw there where 8 name cards with each of their names on it. Not knowing what else to do they sat down by their name tags. Once seated, a card magically appeared in front of Moonface. He read out aloud,” This is the land of magical mysteries. Moonface – you have been chosen to be the leader and moderator of this group. Now as we go along – each of you will be assigned a role- 4 strangers, a detective, a killer and a reporter based on an inner reading of you minds and abilities. The rules of the game are simple:

1) the killer can never proclaim to be the killer
2) the rest cannot lie about being the killer to put themselves above suspicion
3) you have 7 magical hours ( equivalent to 7 minutes in earth time) to rat out the killer
4) If you cannot rat out the killer or you break the rules you will be trapped in the land of magical mysteries forever…..

Now that Moonface had read his card- cards appeared in front of each of them that they picked up. Silky read aloud;” Reporter…” and she disappered. They all looked at each other in shock and terror. Moonface said with a strain in his voice.” Friends, I did not read everything I have in front of aloud. I am not supposed to. But get moving along and do not be scared. Trust me. Each of you read your cards. Our time clock is ticking.” Jo took up his card bravely and said, “ Detective..” .. vanishes… Dick,” Bookstore owner..”
..vanishes… The saucepanman ,” Diamond jweller..”.. vanishes.. Mr.Whatshisname,” Lumberjack..” .. vanishes.. Bessie,” Scheming socialite..” vanishes.. Fanny,” Bookstore assistant..” vanishes.

A Bit of Joe

As I walked down a dusky street of what seemed like a small town from the forties. I stopped to look at a map of the city. My card told me where my office would be. I was a successful private detective. The only private detective in this small town. I smiled to myself. I had always wanted to be a detective from one of those mystery novels. A watch come radio transmitter magically appeared on my hand and I heard Moonface say ,” Joe – keep the transmitter on at all times. I am the only one who can talk to you all at the same time. I know what each of you is doing and will try and keep anyone from breaking the rules. Good luck! I am now going to talk to each of the others…”

I walked up to my office. I opened the door. The view outside was now brilliant. The clouds had cleared and there was a beautiful rainbow outside. Things were looking up. I thought to myself—this ain’t so bad after all. I sure we can find out who the killer is. My pocket started tingling. I felt inside the dark brown overcoat I had been wearing. The card was trying to tell me something. I took the card out. It said – Go down the street to the diamond jewelers shop at once. I rushed out and ran down the street… looking out for the diamond jewelers shop. I heard Bessie scream. I ran into the shop and I found in bessies hand a diamond necklace to go with her elegant dress. The Saucepanman lay in the center of the room. Blood all over the place… Bessie was crying. I thought to myself,” No way Bessie my sweet little sister could have done that… could she have” I pondered. I was horrified. Could this be true? Was the dear Suacepanman really dead? I started to feel like puking.

But something inside me prevailed. I comforted Bessie out of sight. The “press” was here. Silky walked in. She had a camera in her hand. She looked horrified. She then looked at her card- put on a brave face and started taking photographs. I asked silky curiously,” What did it say?” She looked at me pained and said,” You know Joe as much as I do- I can’t tell you that!”

I started looking for clues. I asked no one to touch the body. Dick came running in panting. His bookstore was right across the road. He winced at the gory sight. I saw a note stuffed in a teapot by the Saucepanman. I took it out and read out aloud; “Go ahead - make my day” I looked at the Saucepanman’s wrist. It was missing the transmitter. I looked around and saw that both Fanny and Mr.Whatshisname were missing. I looked at Dick and said, “ Dick was fanny with you?”. He looked at me and said,” Yeah, She was right behind…. “And then he looked at me horrified and started running back across the street. I followed him at equal pace, the others at my heels.

We found her all right. A sweet smile lit her saintly face. I could not stand it. The tips of her fingers were black. Dick looked at me horrified. Bessie had just about stopped crying, started howling again. Silky was abnormally calm for some reason. I could not figure out why. Could she be..

I started looking around for clues. Right beside Fanny was a book with a note sticking out which said, “ Blondie, don’t die blondie.. “. What the hell is this I thought. None of this made sense. Silky went about her way taking photographs. She looked at her card again. And then looked furiously at me. I did not know why! I gave her a curious look …

Mr.Whatshisname walked in. He was wearing an outfit of a lumberjack singing out aloud

I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK
I sleep all night and I work all day.

I cut down trees, I eat my lunch
I go to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays I go shopping and have buttered scones for tea

I cut down trees, I skip and jump
I like to press wild flowers.

I put on women's clothing and hang around in bars.
I cut down trees, I wear high heels
Suspenders and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie, just like my dear Papa!!

Just the Lumberjack:
I wish I'd been a girlie, just like my dear Papa!!

And giggling so he came and stopped in his tracks… Horrified. He looked from Joe to Dick to Bessie to dear Silky. We all looked at him in turn. He said,” Where’s the Saucepanman?”. I said,” He’s dead. We just saw his gory body across the street..” He looked at me confused and said,” I just went in there…There was no body.” This was becoming tiresome. As you would have it we rushed across the road to the place where we presumed the Saucepanman was. Mr.Whatshisname was right. There was no body. There was no blood. In fact there was no trace of a murder. The first thought that came to my mind was… had the Saucepanman faked his own death? Was he the killer? This was all too confusing for me.The lights suddenly went out. I heard Mr.Whatshisname scream. And then the lights came on. There was an axe sticking in the lumberjack. Silky started taking pictures. A note was stuck onto the woody part of the axe. I read it out aloud- “I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself a question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?” I could not stand it any more. I ran out of the store. Down the street. I needed a Breadth of fresh air.

A Bit of Silky

Silky spoke into the microphone from her newspaper office, “ Moonface we just found Bessie dead. All the bodies have vanished into thin air. I have photos of each of the bodies. I feel like puking but I continue to gaze at them for some clue. I found a note by her that said-“ A man must know his limitations”.. I wanted to give it to Joe but he was nowhere to be seen… Do you think Joe did it?..” Moonface responded in a troubled voice ,” Silky you know that I cannot answer that… Keep at it with the photographs silky. That’s all I can say”.

There was a streak of lightning- and that was when she saw. Silky gave a small scream and ran outside- stuffing all the snuff pictures in her overcoat pocket. She screamed, “Joe wait up.” Joe did not turn back. He just kept running It started raining heavily. There was water all over. And then down an alley, the three that were stood.- Dick, Joe and Silky.

Dick screamed over the thundering rain,” Its one of us. We are all that is left.” Silky looked at them both and said, “ For what its worth, I found a note by Bessie that said a man must know his limitations” They looked at each other in terror. It had come down to this. They each looked at their cards for guidance. Time was almost up.

A little bit of Moonface :

They all were sitting in Moonface’s house on the top but one branch of the Magic Faraway tree. They were all beaming, having goodies and hot choclate and Moonface said particularly to Silky, Dick and Joe,” I knew you guys would figure it out.” Dick looked at Joe and said,” God Joe, what took you so long. I mean after all those Eastwood movies we saw together, I thought you would have it figured by the second chit. I am sorry all of you guys. But I had to “kill” you all to reduce the number of suspects. When I got to Bessie the land of magical mysteries figured out what I was doing and changed the rules of the game, Moonface told me I could not kill anybody else. I built it up so that Jo would get the clues. Silky how did you figure it was me?“ Silky beamed,” The photographs were helpful after all. They all showed the murderer was right handed and Joe is left handed.” They were all happy and Moonface said,” The land of Do as you please is here” They all screamed.

Blogging my blues

Agent P whats playing in your mind right now..

Do ya want to know hostess.. well here goes u asked for it didn’t you..


Gary was a little ant
Who wanted to accomplish big things?
On he went
In a quest to find Scotland
Or something likes that

From that I presume you agree
That “that” did not like something
For if that was.. not the “that” I was talking about
it wouldn’t be a story would it
For Scotland might have been Gary’s plan
But “that” was something’s plan

For any story to progress mathematically
There must be a triangle do u not agree?
And you are right
For in Gary’s absence did “that” pine
For the great Gary who like any hero
Gained prominence only in absence
And not in presence but in dreams
As spread like wildfire of his non-ignominious self

Now if “that” not that had been ugly
There would be no story would there
As would neither if “something” had been
A viva la bene.. to point out I am not talking about “neither”
I hope you understand.. a story needs good and evil
Doesn’t it? For if not you would never think about a bioscope

Three years later did Gary return.. and guess what he was wearing?
A kilt for god sakes.. did I not say he went in search of Scotland?
“that” was there at his return party full of cronies trying to get a dance
Cleavage all about for the hero
And as any good movie would go
Now was a time for a flashback

But this is no ordinary flashback my friend
For here comes another concept of mathematics
Ever heard of an inverse triangle?
Here was one if you could dare question
For Gary had always eyes for …. “something”

And his quest for Scotland had been in the hope of forgetting
His vague vagaries.. and in the misconceptions
That a kilt was a skirt and a land of men in skirts
Would help him forget would it not?
But upon reaching Scotland had he realized
A kilt was a skirt not and there were female vagaries
Everywhere and anywhere

A bene time to introduce another mathematical concept being
1 over infinity has no defined solution
And at this point with each pining for the other
Each and other not being names of ants not adding to any confusion
Does the story end to the user imagination..

The imperfect 10..

I was watching Home improvement after a long time on cable today. This got me want to do a top ten on the English shows I watched while growing up between 3rd and 8th std. Here goes

10) Baywatch – That I started watching in 6th std .. god what an awesome show for delinquents which I am proud to b..:D. .

9) Duck Tales and Talespin- Sunday.. Doordarshan.. What else can I say

8) 21 Jump Street- Became a huge fan of Johnny Depp after I started watching this show. sometime in 4th Std

7) Dharma and Greg- Started watching this in the 7th std. Was in coimbatore then The first two seasons were awesome but then kinda got clichéd

6) Street Hawk – One of a kind on Doordarshan.. something I waited for on Sundays

5) Small wonder- Brilliant show..

4) Home Improvement- agh agh agh… ( pronounced as agh agh agh)..

3) The Wonder Years- Sooper show.. had a big crush on “Winnie Cooper” for a long time

2) M*A*S*H – one of the funniest shows ever.. Alan Alda as Capt. Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce was just awesome.. started watching MASH sometime in 6th std too..

1) Star Trek- ( and the Next generation).. inspired SF at the right age…

Another cockroach song!

A cockroach once lived in a cat’s ears
For when the cat was a kitten
It had stumbled upon a hidden lair
And to punish the kitty
The mama cockroach laid an egg
In its ears

From the day that the roach hatched
The kitty’s life was changed for ever
For evil in its stand it was
Whispering to the kitty always
Things like pee on the sofa
Getting it into trouble always

The kitty still had a life of its own
And this started when the roach slept
Eight hours of freedom did it get
And in that eight hours what did the kitty do?
Twas too tired to do anything
It tried to stay awake but its eyes would droop
And soon it too would fall asleep

Sometimes it got up before the roach was up
It tried to tell its master the whole story
It meowed and rubbed against its masters legs
But all that he did was show affection to the kitty
For a couple of minutes and then be on his way

The kitty soon became a cat but
Still controlled by the evil roach in its head
Its master would not forgive its peeing trouble
Anymore as cute
And having researched incontinence so much
Declared that was its problem
And had named her stinky for a reason

For everybody that came along
The cat was so friendly it would meow
Try to tell its poor story
But no one could understand it
All would but pet it and ask
Its master her name
And the master would reply
Well her name is Stinky and the reason u ask?
Is exactly what you think of..

The cat was fed up of being controlled
But what could she do?
She had seeked help from the supposedly greatest
Intelligentsia of the animal kingdom- the humans
But no one had been ever been able to understand her plight
And that was when she met an ant

The ant she befriended when one day the roach slept
Nine hours the roach had been sleeping
Analogous to the cats nine lives you might think
But it had no relation to that

The ant understood at once
What the bad roach had been doing
And valiantly he climbed into her ears
And being the gentleant he did not make a sneak attack
But challenged the roach to a duel

The duel was fought long and hard
And had there not been a fart
From a passing human being which
Was directed directly at the cats face
Which she turned abruptly letting it all
Seep into her ears and not her nose

Like I was saying before
Had it not been for that fart
The battle would have been longer and harder
But this one random event
Killed the tired roach for
It was not fast enough in covering its nose
From this toxic event

The ant climbed out victorious
The befuddled cat impressed
She cried in gratitude to the ant
But the ant being a gentleant
Took no advantage of the situation but said
I will be on my way oh fair cat
And someday you will show the same compassion
That I have shown today

The color Red

The color red is so beautiful
But then I do not understand
Why is the color of blood so gory?
Tell me oh sacred one why?

Is it due to the hemoglobin?
But then that is the carrier of life
Is it not?
Oh sacred one please tell me so

The pigments that cause it to be of the same
Have the same chemical as any other pigment
And yet when someone stabs you in the heart
And the blood oozes out
God it is so gory… sacred one
Please tell me to fear not

Now there are two ways the heart can be stabbed..
By the knife of a surgeon which is bearable
Because you are already high on drugs
But the other unbearable
Oh sacred on please tell that neigh to happen

Lets talk about that
You might ask me why is it so painful
Because in this case you guessed it
The cause is a woman
The stab comes without you knowing it
And you may try the same solution
Of drugging yourself against this unseen wound
But it is two late aint it

You weren’t pre-drugged so to say
And that oh sacred one was the cause
The root cause and I aint talking bout no trees
If you wanna correlate the roots
Beetroot is red too but a different kind of red
And to be politically correct I would say “Native root”
Rather than racially discriminate against the different color red

And too think all this started with the color red…

Goofy would be proud of me

The last five weeks I have been embarrassing myself more than ever in public. Every time I think I cannot better this I somehow manage to do so. Here’s the top five:

5) The first time I have friends in my new ride.. I back straight into a scooter that is parked behind me. Ppl start doubting I even know how to drive..:(

4) As I leave Minneapolis I stop for one last lunch. Leaving the place I back straight into a car parked behind me and to top it all it has a couple sitting inside totally flabbergasted!

3) In the place where I had lunch I drop coffee all over the table and when the waitress gets there I apologize so sheepishly that she starts laughing out so loud that I am even more embarrassed.

2) it’s a Saturday and I am coming out of a post office feeling real peachy and I walk straight into a glass barrier ( just like the saint Gobain add) and almost break my nose. Everybody in there looks at me with pity and horror and thinks I for one am surely on drugs.

1) I think that lunch hour is included in the 8 hour working day. APPARENTLY NOT!

Cats!!

One of the many things I miss from migrating to the US are my cats. I raised three kittens and had gotten so close to them that I was treating them like my son and daughters. A few days ago when I got back from office (yes even I find it hard to believe that I have a 8-5 job now!), it was raining, pardon the pun, but-- cats and dogs. As I ran into my apartment building I saw a cat sitting under a car at the opposite end of the parking lot. I bent down to get a look and smiled at it and walked into my apartment.

The next day when I got back from office and I got otta my car, to my surprise I found her waiting for me. She came running to me meowing in full might, just as my kittens did when I got back from college. I lifted my leg as I would to my kittens and she did the same thing walked around me in circles meowing all the while and rubbing her head ferociously against my shoes. And then showing her head to me as if to say go ahead pet me. I was overcome by a joy that I had missed all this time. I let her pet me for the next fifteen minutes before I bid her adieu. Now if only women were that easy!!

Chaar Hafte Attahis Din...

Four weeks ago I was still in my ever blissful state of happy laziness that I thought I would never have to give up. I was in control of the pace at which I wanted things to go. I did not own a car and walked to school everyday having not bought a bus-pass in a frugal attempt to save money. I did not mind walking to school. That would be one of the best parts if the day. And then things just went crazy with just the sheer pace at which it happened. I got an offer I could not refuse and to take up that offer I had to leave good old Minneapolis and swap for Cleveland. I decided that the best way to get there would be to road-trip. It was about 800 miles. Now to road-trip I realized I needed a car. I started looking for good deals on second hand cars in the midst of trying to wrap up my work at school. I looked at one car and decided I wasn’t looking at deals anymore. I heard this dialogue in one of the crappiest movies of the summer –Transformers… “You don’t choose your car She chooses you”… that seemed so true in this case. I have been cribbing in my previous posts about having been forced to grow up… these four weeks have had me do more adult ( not XXX I would wish though).. things than ever. Heck I found myself not only planning how I was to get to Cleveland but also how to finance my car… boy was she worth all the trouble of growing up though..:) ..



Now that I had my vahanam as the D-day arrived I got most of my work wrapped in Minneapolis ( whatever little I had left K was gracious enuf to take on for me which is extremely well appreciated..:) ]. I put all of my stuff into thy new and shiny ride and bid adieu to friends so supportive I am sure I will not ever find.

And so started my journey… a foray into the unknown. The road trip was different this time because I was doing it alone this time around. It felt strange. Here how I did the 800 odd miles…

I drove to Preoria in Illinois where an old friend H had moved to in the past few months.



I spent Saturday catching up with him and driving him crazy with my HP mania. I bought HP7 and the bugger read the last page and threatened to spoil the ending.. an ending I had frankly been waiting for all of these four years since the HP bug bit me. So I used all of my vile resources in cheating him with some arbit sentimentality I somehow managed to stop him from revealing the end..( though I am sure he wouldn’t have done so even else..:)]. It was nice to catch up with him.

And then on a sunny Sunday morning I bid him adieu and started on the second leg as



As I reached Cleveland I had been of the mind that all I would have to do is look at three places that I had found on the net and move in and get settled. I was in for a shock that I did not like any of the places. It was Sunday evening and I was joining work the next day. I kicked my self for not having a plan B. Finally I found myself in a motel for the night. Now I had been warned by many that Cleveland is a ghetto place and not crime free. For some reason I could not believe it to be as bad as what it was portrayed as till I drove around looking for apartments! At one place when I was talking to a realtor that I was new to the place and how was the neighborhood he replied,” since I am renting out this place I cannot comment on the neighborhood… all I can say is that if any of my tenants have had a problem the police have bene at hand within 10 minutes”. Boy that sure psyched me out!! On top of all that I was cash strapped as well putting almost all of my life savings in getting there. Thankfully before the Super8 motel made me file for bankruptcy I found the place I knew I wanted to reside at…

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shaker_Heights,_Ohio

In the mean time I have also started working. Something that I have managed not to do all my life I suddenly found myself thrown into. All I can say is a clichéd… Life is full of surprises!

The Odyssey of Karikula

Prologue:

A scream sounded into the eerie night. The sentinels posted outside the queen’s chambers were on their toes. The head sentinel Ramdin knew it to be equivalent to suicide as to the next steps he was about to follow, for entering the queens chamber’s at this time of night was very much the same. But the loyalty for the royal family that was instilled in his blood was much stronger than the fear of his own life. He ordered the chamber doors to be opened and entered. What he saw brought him to tears for the beloved queen he had served so ardently over the years lay on her beautiful ornate golden bed with a a knife buried like the sword of Arthur. Blood was everywhere. And then that sorrow turned to rage as he turned to see the stable head cringing in tears at the foot of the bed. He had an irresistible urge to make use of his beautiful aide. But intelligence prevailed and he ordered the stable head to be taken into custody.

Deductions :

I was not a happy man. I felt pity at the position my young apprentice had brought upon himself. He had felt the need to challenge the stupid oaf who had insulted me for such an inane object of desire. I value life over pride but Karikala had left me no choice but to intervene the swordplay that had ensued. My sword was soon through the thick hide of Bhooma. I had tried to spare his life but his pride had not allowed for such leeway and here he lay dead upon my feet. I knew Karikala felt humiliated for he thought he couldn’t defend my honor. Too me this had been a lost cause where everybody ended up being miserable. I felt bad for my young apprentice. A couple of hours later we stopped for a drink of water.

We were at the banks of the river Narmada by the gates of the great city of Hampi. A plethora of palace guards approached us and read out summons in my name to the royal court. I wondered how the king knew of my presence in the vicinity. I accepted to go along with the guards as a fine horse was provided for me. Karikala looked extremely confused and piqued but dared not ask me anything. We were soon at the gates of one of the greatest palaces I had come across in my journeys I was escorted to the court directly. I felt irritation at the way I was being treated. I felt I had not been showed the respect a common guest would be shown and given no time to refresh myself. As we entered the court I said,” Oh noble king, I am honored that you think me capable of solving this murder that is plaguing your mind”. Everyone but the king in the court gasped. The king looked at me and said,” O wise one. Your deductive powers are even better in person than all of the legendary stories I have heard of you. I apologize for the inconvenience that I have caused you in bringing you here without any proper invitation and respect. But the events that have ensued in the palace since the night before last have plagued me badly. I haven’t had a wink of sleep and when I heard about your presence in the vicinity from the royal spies I thought it wise to consult you on the matter“The king soon described the gruesome death of his beloved and the presence of the trusted stable head in the queen’s chambers. The minister, Kulothunga, spoke.” My lord there seems to be no doubt that the stable head was responsible. He has confessed so himself. He should be beheaded immediately”

I thought for a while in silence and then said,” I have a strange request, your highness. Please do not take this in the wrong sense but in order to help realize the truth my young aide and I would like to spend the night in the queen’s chambers alone.” The whole court was sent buzzing and Koulathunga said,” How dare you... You shall be beheaded for such insolence.” But the king said,” Calm down minister. And remember that I am still king. O noble one your wish will be granted. I will ask for the chamber to be made habitable at once.” I continued, “My king, I would leave it as it is. Do not worry for my comfort. My young apprentice will make sure I am not in too much discomfort” The king said,” So be it. May you soon relieve me of my misery and help me act as a good king”

My aide and I entered the chamber. As we entered I said,” Karikula, do you believe in ghosts, spirits that come plague you from the ever beyond?” Karikula shuddered and said.” Oh master, do not scare me more than I am already so, why do you play such with your young aide’. Self,” Do not fear something you cannot see or know about Karikula. There is always a reason a thought.. Behind every action and reaction.. Now tell me this do you think the queen was murdered by the stable boy?” Karikulala,” I do not think so for the king wouldn’t have summoned you. It is my belief that the king was the wisest in the courtroom and his love for his queen more so. But still he summoned you to solve this mystery that nobody else believes is…” Self,” Karikula you amaze me with the progress you make. You are already sharper than I ever was. Those are all very good observations. You learn well my young apprentice. Look for a secret passageway on the walls on the opposite side of the room Karikula.” He looked at me confused. I said,” The stable boy could not have entered without one and so couldn’t have Koulathunga.” Now Karikula looked both confused and amazed. I continued,” Koulathunga had to have been here Karikula and if I am right once we find the passageway we will find that it leads not only as an escape route outside but somewhere along so to Koulathunga’s chambers. He gave himself away by the sheer anxiety for “justice” to prevail in court today, Karikula” Karikula soon found the passageway and we started down the long darkness that stared so at us.

It had been a long night. A night that had helped establish all my theories. As the sun had risen I had requested a private audience with the king. The king had not slept either; I could see the sorrow in his eyes. I started.” My lord I have some very disturbing news. The queen was murdered by your minister, Koulathnga” the king looked ashen at me. I went on to tell him about the passageway. Halfway through, we had found a secret passageway within the secret passageway that led to Koulathunga’s chambers. A search this morning had yielded a dagger that was the exact replica of the dagger that was used to kill the queen. The king called in the royal guard and asked for the minister to be taken into custody. I went to oversee the same. As Koulatunga went past me he looked at me and whispered his gratitude. I looked at him with anger only for a moment and then felt pity at the fact that such an intelligent minister would soon be put to death.





Epilogue:

Karikula said passionately,” What a rogue! To murder the queen in such cold blood. He deserved no sympathy” I looked at my apprentice and said,” Karikula do not be hasty in your judgment. Koulathunga is many things but he was not a murderer.” Karikula looked a bit confused and said,” I figured that the stable head was the queens lover a secret that she had hidden from all but was confident that Koulathunga had been blackmailing the queen and in hasty action killed her.” I smiled with pride at my student,” Karikula as usual you make me proud. You are right on two accounts but your trust in me failed you this time. For because you trust me so you did not see me plant that dagger in Koulathunga’s chambers. The sleight of hand, a trick a learnt from my master… Guru Vijayalaya.“ Karikula exclaimed,” But why master? And if he did not kill the queen then who did?” I continued,” The queen was not murdered Karikula. She committed suicide. She was fed-up with Koulathunga blackmailing her constantly into betraying the king for a love that she had long forgotten. She had once loved the stable head much before she became queen. The stable head had betrayed her love in a sense for he had not stood up and asked for her hand in marriage for they were from different castes. The queen had always been bitter about that. That night Koulathunga had planned to assassinate the king and had tried to use the queen herself as a weapon. The queen was a shrewd woman though. She had a plan of her own to thwart Koulathunga. She had always been loyal to the king for he had always loved her more than even his own life. She devised a plan were in she could end her misery, and in the process also take vengeance upon the stable head whom she despised so, and thought to be the cause of all her troubles. So she blackmailed the stable head to her chamber’s that night and as she heard his footsteps coming down the secret passageway she killed herself…my aide I had no other choice but to frame Koulathunga for the death. You may question my decision but I put a lot of thought into it. The king being noble and just would have never believed my analysis of Koulathungas character. The stable head would never have admitted that he had been the queens former lover for that would betray his king and smudge the reputation of the queen. Koulathunga would have eventually found a way to assassinate the good king. So my young apprentice with deep sorrow did I frame Koulathunga.” Karikula concluded,” That’s why he whispered gratitude Sensei, he felt gratitude that you did not tell the king of his plot of assassination. He accepted the fate of being put to death for that rather than being banished from the kingdom as a traitor. Sensei I would never mean you disrespect and would never doubt your decision. But my young instincts somehow cannot justify using evil means to achieve good ends. The king had the right to know of all…” I said,” Young one you are again right on all accounts. But I had the kingdom at mind rather than the king as an individual. The king is needed by his people at these testing times and cannot afford an emotional breakdown on his front. In his eye his queens dignity needed to be maintained. The queen deserved no less…” I could see my aide was not completely convinced. But to me he had taken a great step towards the better for his reasoning was becoming better by the day and he had finally stopped blindly believing in me and that was the next step of his education to greatness. We walked down the forest path away from the great city of Hampi into the sunset….

Of the Piano man, a Violin and a damsel

“That was masterful maestro” Randy the saxophonist called out as I left after a hard Friday nights work. “Yeah I know, I am the best” I smirked. “You over confident jackass... catch ya later” he called out. It had been a hard week. I had worked about 80 hours just to meet ends. The gigs we got Friday nights were the best part of the week. Hopefully sometime soon a scout would recognize our talent. If Randy were still here he would have said,” FAT-CHANCE sucker”. At 2 am I stopped by for a sandwich which was when I saw her. A sophisticated black dress, a charming face soaked in tears. I just moved on. The dame just ain’t my type. I walked in and got my sandwich. Just as I was about to exit the god-dammed cheapo place I heard a gunshot. I came out to see a gun in the dame’s hand, her face now full of anxious surprise… a guy bleeding to death lying in front of her and a car speeding away. “I sure have enough to worry about than get involved in any shit like this”, I thought to myself. And so like any archetypical modern hero, I did the sane human thing to do in such a situation. I turned and ran in the opposite direction as fast as I could. As my luck would turn out I was not fast enough. I still don’t know how the cops got there that soon for 10 minutes later I was in the back of a police junk interrogation looming close at hand.

The room I had seen in many a movie but to be there in person knowing superior cops were staring through the “mirrored” walls was getting my balls itchy, so to say. Jack walked in then and gave me a stern look and said,” What the fuck were you doing there you Dumb-ass?” I looked at him with the “most” puppy dog innocent face that I could muster and said” Getting a sandwich… Officer” He gave me a stern look and said,” why the fuck did you run?” I looked at him and replied almost before he completed his insult,” Oh come on officer, human reaction? I don’t know. I just don’t need to be involved in such a situation. I have nothing to do with this and I don’t intend to be doing anything with it either” Jack looked at me and said,” So you have nothing to do with Erika either” Now why did that name sound familiar,” No the name sure ain’t ringin no bells in that fucked up brain of mine. And let me make it clear here officer.. I aint seen nothing… I certainly aint testifyin my balls off… and don’t gimme any “obstruction of justice crap” cause I aint have no heart for me to change” That I thought was a pretty passionate speech for all the fear I was in. Jack just looked at me and said,” You are free to go” givin me one of those real sincere smiles.

As I walked out I sure as hell was wonderin why the fuck had I been let go. The creative part of my brain was makin up a pome of the whole situation which sang

A blonde in a black dress
Always a killer so to say
Killer of my nifty balls
Up and down so to say
But this blonde sure is a Killer
So to say…

I would have gone on all night but then my creative spot was killed by two nice looking gentlemen in black suits who forced me into the back of a limo. Now being the first time in the back of a limo I couldn’t help me-self saying,” I have always wanted to pee in the back of a limo” A regular dream of any guy I would presume. Suit1,” Shut the fuck up. Did you tattle mister piano player”. How in gods name did all these people know who I was. “ Yeah Dumbass… that’s why the police let me go with no escort so that they would have evidence no more..” Suit2,” So you dumb M*****fUc$ you tatled” Why do the henchmen always have to be so dumb. This was stereotypical. I thought if ever in real life I came across the situation I was in… I would meet a henchman intelligent as hell… but Nooo… my luck wasn’t getting any better as was my patience. But looking at the piece that both Suits held I thought I had better sober myself,” No siree… I saw nothing was what I said and was let to go Scott-free as does one of the amendments of the constitution herald to me” They both looked at me open-eyed…I continued slowly,” Let me rephrase. I saw nothing… I said nothing… and so they let me go “ A whaling siren behind our car sounded out. A cop car was on our tail. Both suits said in unison,” Shit… shoot the dumb Mother-fuker..” I sure wasn’t waitin around for that to happen. As both the suits prepared to fire in unison I just jumped out of the limo. The suits hadn’t noticed my hand on the lever of the door all of the time. And the cop-car had created the distraction I needed. I rolled out down a small hill into a bush. God that was painful. I did what I do best in situations like these. I ran as fast as I could into the dark night.

I got to my rundown Sela- maintained ( which equals bug ridden) apartment. The time was four am. I sure needed my precious sleep. As I opened the door I saw the dame seated on my couch. She sure looked familiar now that she was up-close. I switched on the light and said,” when the hell did you change your name to Erika… Jessica and from when in hell did you start dressin so classy” She used to sing in the same joint where I jammed till she got a better gig. I could hear violins play in the background as she talked. I wasn’t payin attention. God… why did she do this to me? Focus you dumbass. “Be more coherent and stop cryin sweet-heart”. I heard her talk this time… cutting out the sound of the violins that were playin in my mind… “ I did not know where else to go to. But when I saw you out there I knew you were the only one who could help me. I did not kill John… he was the guy you saw shot there… he is an auditor… he was my ticket out of that fucked up joint… I grabbed that ticket… I am sorry I didn’t tell you I was leaving… “God she looked so pretty… “Calm down and tell me the whole story sweetie”

As it turned out John the auditor had got her that big break in the “ Ella- Petit”. What she hadn’t known was that the Ella was owned by a mobster for whom John the auditor audited for. She was being harassed by the mobster himself for she was sweet chunk of pie and John hadn’t been really standin up for her. Things weren’t adding up. She sure wasn’t the part of a damsel in distress. For that matter I aint no knight in shining armour either. That was when Phillip… “the Mobster”… entered my house with two suits behind him.

“Where the fuck is my money… Jess” Phillip said in a cultured manner that you now come to expect of such high class jackasses. Jess stammered,” I don’t know Phillip… John never told me”. “In that case I have no other choice. My friend you play the piano real well”. I sure in hell was getting famous. Just that the scouts did not know I even existed. His piece locked directly on Jess. I jumped in front of Jess as I heard gunshots for the second time that morning. I was wrapped around Jess as she said “ Get off me you dumb fuck” Not the words I expected to hear. But then I sure did not expect meself to be jumpin to save a dame riskin my own ass. Damned violins. Jack entered stage right with two cronies for cops behind him.” You alright Erika” Jess“Yeah Jack.. Thought I had been crushed to death by this dumbass though” she looked at me exasperated. For once in my life I was dumbstruck. The violins had sure stopped playin. Three dead bodies decorated my otherwise bland living room. Soon the forensics were all over the place followed by press people. I tried to give them an interview. Thought that the scouts might read it and I might get my chance. They just pushed me away. My luck wasn’t getting any better.

As the officers cleared my living room I caught up with Jack,” Why the hell did ya let me go that easy?” Jack replied solemnly,” to catch the bad guys… you were great bait piano player…” “ What if I had been….. killed……” I stammered. Jack laughed cynically,” I sure in hell wouldn’t have missed you” I wanted to strangle him with violin strings. I asked” All this for some dumb mobster”. Jack looked at me surprised,” who Phillip? He aint no mobster. Made his money through some insurance fraud scheme. Used John the auditor to make his assets legal. Don’t know why he killed him when he had everythin legal and all. Must have been some pride issue between the two. I say the world aint gonna miss either of those bastards” So all I was… was bait. My stomach had an empty feeling.

So I got some tuna otta the fridge. Oh well that’s life. As I was about to dig in Jess came back into the house. She came straight for me and kissed me long and hard. Now I was one confused dumbass. She looked at me and asked “ Are you all right?”. I looked at her and found myself saying,” Jess… what was that about” She looked at me in exasperation,” Don’t you see I love you. Always have. You risked your life for me…. I couldn’t believe you would get your selfish ass to do that” I looked at her and smiled,” Neither did I babe… before we take things further I need to know the truth babe..”She sat down.

She said,” Well its like this. John liked to take me at gunpoint and loved it when I looked scared and cried” I thought back to her tear stained face earlier that night ..she continued,” He was playing with his gun “terrorizing” me when he saw Phillips car come by. He had been avoiding him cause he had no idea what had happened to all that money Phillip was talking about. In his haste he dropped the semi cocked gun he was holding, It went off as it hit the ground the bullet going through his balls. God the blood all over the place” She shuddered. I started talking for some reason,’ Jack was in on this with you in stealing that money wasn’t he?” She looked at me and said,” you aint that much of a dumb dumbass that you have everyone thinking… yeah he was the one who came up with the plan of making it look like a murder that we could pin on Phillip”

She started to kiss me again. Those godamned violins started playin in the background God… why cant I hear pianos and not devilish violins. I sure in hell wasn’t complainin bout that though…..

Winds of change..

As I left the remnants of downtown to enter boom park the sounds of vehicles died out. All I could hear was the flow of the backwaters of the Mississippi, birds chirping and a path laden with trees. Soon I came upon a place where the path split into two. On one side was an old railway bridge while the other lead to a seeming tar laden road. I was confused as to which would I take. I went a couple of steps on the rickety bridge only to turn back out of a inborn fear as to the security of finding something known. As I turned back there were two teens on their bikes. I asked them if this would lead to some kind of secure path. She just smiled at me and said “I don’t know”. It was the carefree way in which she told me the same that got me thinking.

I have feared change at a lot of levels over the past few months. With graduation looming close by the fear of finding a secure future has been haunting me. On top of that after a much anticipated India trip at the beginning of the year.. a feeling that I never expected I would feel haunted me through the first few months. Feelings of home-sickness that is. It hit me to be honest when I never expected it to. Things have changed leaps and bounds over the last six months and things are storming forward. I thought I did not want the change and could not take it any more.

As a kid my dad had a transferable job and we never stayed in the same place for more than a couple of years .I never found it difficult as such to move. It was always a new adventure to look forward to. Too make more connections and be exposed to a new environment. Never had to worry about responsibilities. Did not have to plan anything out. Those things where done by adults. Maybe that’s why I have been scared.

That’s what I thought. But then when I heard what the kid said it changed my whole perspective. I saw a hidden message.. a philosophy in it all. I see change is a constant in life and not something that’s going to “change”. I know that’s strange but that’s what I learnt. I said .. what the heck.. and ran down the rickety bridge.. carved out a way through the wilderness and reached a safe secure familiar road again. But then the excitement and rush of blood I felt only while I was on the rickety bridge trying to get to the road. Not once I reached it and ran along the familiar stretch...

Chandramouli - The redux stories

*the characters that have been so potrayed are purely fictitious and bear no resemblence whatsoever to anybody or anything in real life...



At the age of 24 Chandramouli was a repressed goat in heat. His research consumed most of his time and socializing apparently was not his skill. Professor Mansen was extremely demanding and on top of that had “inspired” him to run the marathon. Saturdays were tiring. As such he had a lot of experiments to run on top of which his marathon training was would peak taking atleast a couple of hours of training and then the inevitable tiredness.

At 8pm his hunger peaked and he decided to get to a chinki restaurant were he could get some real spicy food. Seated by the window he decided to catch up with his mom. And then she came to be seated soo close to him that he almost shouted out the f word while on the fone with his mom.. what he ended up saying was his order was here and he would talk to her later. Chandramouli started to stutter in his usual nerdy fashion only this time it was while he wa..wass thinking. “ Should I talk to her.. what would she say.. mebbe she would call the cops.. meebe she would slap me.. “.. now it is not normal in Chandramouli’s world that guys talk to girls all the time. “should I .. I don’t think I will………………what the heck nobody I know is here to see me get slapped.........”………..” hey would u care for some company.. are you eating alone tonight?” Fair maiden (not Iron maiden)“ yeah I am “.. C”so do you got to the university here?” FM” No I am actually here on vacation I am from Louisiana”.. “ that’s nice” FM” so what do you do”..C” I go to the U here.. My research involves nano particle paint fabrication…#@!@#@##@#@####” ( really interesting as that was lets move on..) “ so whats your name?”.. FM” Mines really tough to pronounce its Celia Anatonopiolika.. I am originally from Russia” ( well an Iron maiden after all..).. C” mines tougher you know its Chandramouli Radhakrishnan.. actually my full name is Kentalla(village) Gopalakrishnan( Grandpapas name) Radhakrishnan( Dads name) Chandramouli ( u guessed it my name.. heheheheheh) pattabhi ( my gotram name) Iyer ( my clan).. huhh“ FM smiling” Hey that’s quite a time you would have to sign wouldn’t you??” C” No no I don’t go by the whole name.. “ The waiter comes with C’s check..(ppl back home thts just a lingo thing the bill is called check and I don’t know what the check is called.. these crazy Americans you know..)

So Chandramoulis gets up to get to the counter to pay. The stuttured thinking is back ..
C’ s apparent devilish side (*DC)..” Ask her out you dumbass.. nobody who has a boy friend comes out alone on a saturaday night”.. C’s angel ( *AC – being real creative with theses names ain’t I..;) ] “ What will your mother say.. she will surely burst out crying .. think about yours dads position in society after you ask her out.. think about your grandmas frail heart condition.. do you want to be the cause of her “murder”.. Chandramouli you have been brought up with “strong values” .. do not do it .. thou shall not sin sin sin…..”.Chandroamouli just ran out of the restaurant not looking back…DC” DUMBASS.. ”……




Hrd ths song fter a long time.. and still speaks to me in such a clear fasion bout the music industry!!!

Theoretically I knew who the killer was.....

It had been two months since Professor Mansen had been murdered. I had been hired by the dean to solve the case quickly and quietly. The dean knew people would open up to me more so than the police. Other than my obvious charm the fact was I knew of everyone who was part of the murder investigation.

I had solved the case days ago but had been collecting enough information to back my theory. So the night I finally revealed the mystery behind the killer’s identity, which by chance happened to be 06.06.2006, I invited all the suspects to dinner at the deans house. The guest list included- Professor Mansons wife Svetlana, Professor Mansons mistress – Jennette, two graduate students working under him Xing and Chandramouli and the janitor Odumbe. I also requested the presence of the police chief – Ohara.

The environment was set. Dinner started with soup and crumpets. The deans wife was a great hostess taking good care to lighten the environment which felt like an icy edge.
We got through dessert a good 45 minutes later. I got up with a glass of wine in my hand and said, “This is not a toast and each of you in this room wernt invited to pass on condolences. We have a killer in this room and in 25 minutes all of us will know his identity”, I could see sweat percolating down brows of 5 faces, I was starting to enjoy myself.

I continued, “ Each of you had a motive didn’t you..” that wasn’t a question..” Xing, Professor Manson stole all of your work on nano particle paint fabrication under the threat of deportation did he not..” again not a question.. “ all of three years of real path breaking research down the drain .. tell me Xing was that not motive enough?” you could call this a question but the I knew he was not the killer. Xing responded ” I not …kill nobody..”. Self.” I know that Xing but it till is a strong motive a strong enough motive for you yourself to become a blackmailer. You had been blackmailing Chandramouli haven’t you..” definitely not a question. Xing remained quiet. “ Which brings me to you Chandramouli..Xing was blackmailing you about your affair with Svetlana hasn’t he..” a gasp escaped from the 40 year old blondes lips and all that Chandramouli did was stutter.
“ but what Xing and chandroamouli did not know is that it was Professor Manson who introduced the duo.. it was his master plan of getting rid of his wife..” I looked around as my audience is rapt in attention..” But then to me Chandramouli is to much of a sissy to be a killer cant even last 2 minutes can he Svetlana..” I could see her blush..” that brings me to you Jennette ,, sweet innocent Jennete .. How did the Professor win you over ? was it with his poetic skills?.. was this the verse that won you over in the bar 4 months ago

O Jennette
Sweet Jennette

A female divinity
My passions exceed
Pie r^2 [infinity]" [read as to the times infinity]

Jennette gasped” how did you come across that..” Chandramouli could not resist saying,” but that is meaningless how could anyone fall for the .. anybody can tell that unless ‘r’ is defined its stupid..” I smiled..” well we need to give some kind of poetic licence I assume.. but then Jennette you did not know of Professor Mansons necrophilic gay activities till he invited you a couple of weeks before his death to a session did you..” I paused here and looked at Odumbe the 60 year old Odumbe.. I wanted to note the expression on his face for I knew Jennette wasn’t the killer.. I could hear Jennette sniffling.. I had been harsh but then I had no other choice..” which brings me to reveal the identity of the killer Mr.Odumbe.. “ everybody turned surprised to the janitor not talked of through the night wondering why the hell he was here.. all but Jannette who continued sniffling. I continued “ Mr. Odumbe planned this out meticulously.. he knew that Professor Manson was training to run for the marathon. For this during each of his long runs on a Saturday the Professor would leave his keys in his mailbox except for the department main door keys which he would stuff into his secret pocket of his running shorts. Odumbe had been watching him for an opputunity over 12 weeks prior to his successful attempt at murdering the Professor. He then took the professors keys and accesed his nano particle lab and added a pure layer of arsenic to the bottom of the professors coffee mug.. Odumbe tried to remain calm,” what motive did I hav “ dick” I mean “Private Detective” ..” I smiled an evil smile” simple my dear Watson” I hammed ..” I know that you were his gay partner for several years were you not and you were that guy whom..” I looked at Jannette’s face., her beautiful face, she was sobbing now..” you also aided him in his disgusting pedophilic activities by inviting innocent young African immigrants .. did you not !!” I shouted my eyes red.. Odumbe broke down crying like a baby ..” you just coudnt stand the fact that he was drifting away from you to Jannette could you”.. the police chief stunned at first called in the constable to take odumbe into custody.. everybody was still in shock.. I comforted Jennete.. I told her that I still had feelings for her and apoligised for putting her through this trauma.. she smiled at me for the first time that night.

As I sat beside Odumbe during the ride to the police station.. he looked at me and whispered..” I did not kill him you know” .. I looked at him and smiled..” I know you sick fuck .. because I did…………” Jennete was just too important to me…………

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Missing the blue yonder
Is like missing all of thee
Hope this isn’t the last that I
See of all of thee

Years from now
When we are all older.. Matured
All I hope is that we remember
Each of the good times we had together
For these are the times that helped shape my mind
Attributed to a growth that I cannot forget

Experiences in life I might have had galore
But none shall I cherish as much as the last couple of years
Sappy that this might sound
That is how I feel and so I tell

The future seems bright for all of thee
But all I wish is that we can get back together
Someday not so far as the blue yonder seems
Fighting over petty things like who’s gonna drive
Or if festivals have a meaning back home in India
Laughing together at each others weak points
Making ourselves stronger as a whole.

Ppl I wish you all the best
Hope you shine as crazy as a diamond
Do your selves proud and as in ET’s last words
Beeee Goood and in mine keep in touch

The One eyed Pinata

As he stood by the piñata
Not realizing it to be a target
A foolish boy of seven
Ignorous of the fact that
A blindfolded birthday rat
Approached him tither

A strike in the side of the head
Spelled doom to the little boy
For from that day on
He came to be known …as
The one eyed piñata

A lonely boy at fourteen
Did he pick up his first bow
Realizing a destiny
For he would now come to be known
As the greatest most accurate archer that lived
The one eyed piñata

The king soon heard of his prowess
The one eyed piñata’s fame had spread
Summoned him soon to his court
And ordered him to join his special aide
With his new and shiny title
The one eyed assasin

Wise men said it had been a boon that
The little boy years ago
Had traded an eye for his heightened sense of accuracy
But to him twas still a burden
For he did not like killing
The innocent for the black king

As he journeyed through the forest
In search of a one eyed monster
That the king had heard of
And demanded for his amusement
He came upon a stream as beautiful as could be

By the banks he sat to ponder
Why was he not brave enough to end it all
Was he scared of the almighty
Or was this really his destiny
All the bloodshed and apparent sycophancy that is

That was when he saw
A beautiful girl with a pot
Little did he realize
Her half burnt face had made her an outcast
For all that his one good eye could see
Was the half that was not

He was instantly in love
But having no confidence in himself
He started to slither away
Hoping not to be heard or seen
When he heard her cry out thee

He could not stand the tears pour down her cheeks
He leapt up and went to thee
Why do you cry oh fair maiden
Let the one eyed assassin solve thy problem

She looked at him in awe
And said meekly.. it is you that makes me cry
The way you slithered upon gazing my ugly face
I have borne such a fate since that fateful day
When in saving my little sister from a fire
Did my face did my face..

And thus breaking down
To much the amazement of the one eyed assassin
Did she start crying again
The assassin twisted his head all the way
Even then all he could see was traces of what she talked of
He told her so through his heart
Making her happy as a tot


It was then he relised
Destiny and fate had played no trick upon him
Here he had come across
A tortured soul as himself
But in each other they could find a happiness
That not could be found in the house
Of the greatest kings and queens

Diarios de Bicycleta..

Stuck in an office in front of my laptop for hours together suffocation was a given. I had a getaway planned. Stealing Su’s bike for the day seemed now to be a brilliant master plan. Something V said earlier in the day made me want to bike along the Mississippi. So I took (not to be confused with the clan of hobbits) the cycle and headed out on the biking trail. It’s been ages since I biked to be precise not since high school. As I went down a slope I remembered the child in me feeling thrilled as the air caressed my face and gave me such pleasure that has been missing from my mundane life. I remembered the promise I had made to myself looking at adults all around years ago that I would never grow up. Never be responsible ever! But the last two years have seen those promises forgotten and put me in situations which have forced me to grow up and not remember any of those promises of what I wanted from life. I did not even realize that I had grown up till that air talked sense into me.

Going back a long way I remember now how I learnt to cycle. My dad did not have the time to teach me and since we lived in apartment complexes in the heart of cities throughout my childhood getting a cycle had the same chances as Morarji Desai getting up in the morning and forgetting to drink his pee. So during my summer vacations when we migrated south to visit my grandparents I convinced my grandpa to rent me a bike and get one of his “fans” to teach me to bike. Four days of efforts bore fruit and I was able to bike the year I went into my fourth grade. It wasn’t till my dad got a job in Coimbatore that I got my first bike- a Hercules MTB. Coimbatore wasn’t a very metropolitan hugely populated city and for the first time we were in an independent house. I took great care of it and formed my own biking gang that terrorized the streets of Coimatore- the 7th grade punks. The year I went into my 8th grade did not start that well. My bike got stolen when I was “holidaying” in Puddukottai with my grandparents. I had to walk to school to my horror (it took me 5 whole minutes instead of 2…a kid can take only that much!). I started pestering my dad to get me another cycle. The rage was the Hercules ( don’t remember the name but it had shock absorbers in the front and on the back) that was priced at 2000 buckaroos. I started,subtly, brainwashing my dad into buying that for me. My dad had just been laid of then and I used to find my mom crying a lot everyday when I got back home in the “Swamyroom..( I seriously thought my dad was terminally ill or something.. Moms!!). And for the first time in my life that I can remember I found dad traveling by bus. Things were looking bleak. But all that was on my mind was the cycle. Somehow I did not get the gravity of the situation and was secure that mom and dad will take care of things (other than my moms unexplained crying they never let me feel something was amiss.. Parents!!). Anyways after two months of pestering I got to go to the street of cycle shops (this place is famous in Coimbatore.. my memory of names ….)
And I compromised on the Hercules Rockshox ( with the shock absorbers only in the front !!) and I cycled back on it 5 miles to save on the costs of the autorickshaw. She was my partner in crime for the next five years.

We moved to Chennai later that year with my dad back in business after 6 months and here I found a new partner in crime both for me and my cycle. Ant and I started a friendship that has I do not have words for. Looking back at the start of this friendship I remember a quirky thing- we played cricket in my backyard and I was in a lunghi..:D. Through the summer months ( all ppl from Chennai- I refer to the months of may june and july!.. Others who might be confused Chennai has four seasons like any other place- summer summer summer and summer) we would cycle everywhere. We also made big plans to cycle 20 miles to Mahabalipuram on a “foggy” ”smoggy” bhogi morning but had to cancel because of others ditching in the last moment..(my first experience at being ditched after a lot of planning..;) ). When I went into the 11th grade I got busy with my IIT preps and fergot about my cycle. One day when I got home I saw that the cycle was missing. I ran up to my mom saying its happened again my cycle has been stolen again! My mom goes – don’t be silly who would steal the piece of junk .. we sold it of to the “raddiwala” months ago. I hadn’t even noticed. I hadn’t bade my goodbyes. I hadn’t kissed her on the handlebar and bid farewell to my closest aid. I was so angry with my parents that they hadn’t consulted me on this .. since then I havn’t really cycled bearing the odd circumstance here and there.

All those things came back to me today as I went round on Su’s bike ( hell probably say theres something “smelly” bout this…;)].. reading famous fives a long time ago I decided that I would cycle the country side and eat ice-cream at the local village store and true to my dream I finished up with a “legendary” chocolate shake at Ben and jerry’s.. siggggggh.. life is so complicated now that I did not want to ( I stopped in between and lay on the grass by the Mississippi) get up at all .. all I wanted to do was to stare up above the sky so high and look at the passing clouds in solitude..

On request.................... The Zany adventures of agent Su and Agent P .. not the pink bunny .. su and Prrrr and other stories

Cigarettes are an important part of a wonderful Friday night Agent S. Get them before you are too sloshed to make sure your credit card gets back into your wallet and wallet into the back pocket.

In a cigarette shop- some Marlboro lites please .. some guy- hey you guys should be ashamed of yourselves.. have you guys never seen cigarette lighters before .. is this the first time.. not yet drunk to pick up a fight so a lame polite smile get the bill and continue into the moonlit night.

On the street- oh bald one- hey you guys from India??
Agents-Yup. Oh.b..one- we were just having a laugh that you guys must be from wipro or tata..agents – hhahhahahhahahaha.. no we goto the u here.. Oh.b..one- cool we actually work for a firm from noida.. have fun guys..

The Brits are coming- a chick chik here and a chik chik there .. get some beer.. try kruggers.. effevtive strategy—drink a pint of beer like a shot.. collars are up now because that’s where the microphone is hidden.. contacting mother ship Agent S and Agent P have reached the target .. mission plan confirmed.

Get to an Irish place down the same street., mother ship confirming mission for the second time- get the gold from a lepricorn.. from under the rainbow. Get some Irish beer which helps us agents whose blood have nanobots locate the gold. Intuition skills upto brilliant levels. Oh Flaming red hair- get us our medicine.. a tryst is planned for my blood and his ever changing lover of different forms Alcohol.. Flaming red hair obliges quickly

Jackass gives us his first appearance—hey u fukun Indians hows it gng??.. bet uve got a comb in your back pocket .. huuuuuuuuuuuh.. Agent P – sure also have a handkerchief in my front pocket to wipe my sweat from my fore head.. wink wink at some blonde chik..
Jack ass will make an appeaeance later on as he moves to table of chiks..

Agent P- Agent S what are thou.. Agent S- I am what I am.. A robot.. Agent P- It is said that robots such as yourself have their genitals in their wrists..
Agent S- It is forbidden to hold hands in public where I come from.. (a sad look encompasses his bot features).. Agent P- Irony would be a really well structured girl bot made to seduce us human agents and all you have to do is hold hands..sigggghhhhhhhhh…

Nanobots upto full charge .. Jackass is back.. after a tryst with Agent S which has not been revealed for both agents get free shots brought up again by Oh Flaming red hair..The gold is now in sight being protected by green jacketed Irish leprecauns..
Mothership- situation assesses pull out of there We repeat pull out of there..

“He who fights and runs away lives to fight another day”

VTech..

I am sure people have had enough views on what happened in Vtech and so I m not going to dwell on what or why but say I was truly shocked and found myself feeling really sad at what happened. It was one time that I am happy that I do not have easy access to a television set and am not being tormented by stupid news channels like FOX and CNN adding to good material for the Daily Show! I have been following the story though through the net mainly the BBC website. I came across this blog on the website from the editors and found it really interesting. I thought it was real nice to see that they were facing a moral quandary about featuring the “NBC videos” and felt a responsibility to share their thoughts on the whole scenario..

http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/theeditors/2007/04/why_we_showed_gunman_video.html

The Magic Faraway Tree

My mom instilled in me the passion for reading books. Through my formative years she read umpteen number of books starting from the book of magical tales, Tintin, Asterix, and Enid Blytons galore( Noddy, the wishing chair, Mr.Twiddle…). When I was in the second grade I took a brave step into the reading world be reading the second book in the faraway tree series by Enid Blyton- Folk of the faraway tree. It took me two whole days to read the book and my mom applauded me for the effort. This is what started off a beautiful relationship between me and books. The best retreat from the mundane world. I went the cycle- the famous five, the hardy boys ( being a boy keeping away from nancy Drew!!..:D), Alistair mclean.. and then Crichton. I read “Disclosure” by Crichton when I was in the ninth grade. My brother tattled on me telling my parents its was an adult book not for me. My dad came up to me that night and said-“disclosure eh.. did you know the movie had Michael Douglous…( a pause).. and Demi Moore in it?” I just blinked and said no. He then said.. “ Enjoy the book” and gave me a fatherly smile. I never felt that elated in my life having snubbed my lovin bro in an unobvious way. Thinking back my parents helped me in a big way to form my own opinions and did not thrust theirs or what others thought onto me.

Recently I found out that there was a fourth book in the Faraway tree series and was trying to buy it on Amazon. I couldn’t find one copy but I did find the faraway tree stories with different titles. So I looked it up on Wiki. Apparently the moral policemen and women felt that Enid Blyton made several sexist and racist undertones to her stories! She had her characters named “DICK”! so they changed the name of characters and cut out many a chapter such as the one with Dame Slap.. ( for those of u who havnt read .. she is a character who spanks naughty children)!! What a load of crap. Being an adult you find any undertone you want in the simplest of sentences. Its like joey can sordidly comment on a sandwich on Friends!

When I read the books as a child it propelled my imagination and helped me do things a kid can do in a calvin way not in a “pornographic” way. Enid blyton in my opinion is as good as Tolkien and Rowling if not better and wrote childrens books not adult pornographic material. There are a lot of things that kids of today are exposed to with the media rampage that is.. but Blyton is not one of them. Books are a way of having some clean fun that takes you to a different world and tests your power of imagination that the idiot box could never do.

The roach strikes again

The roaches had a son that I did not know of
Harboured in the same place that I talked of
For those of you who did not know
It’s a special place that I know of
A special place that takes and takes
And hopefully doesn’t give back any time soon
It’s a place that I pee into

Twas only an egg when its parents were poisoned to death
Its birth a miracle in itself
It grew up to be a big fan of Sherlock and batman
It also grew up to be a man that desired revenge

Its detective abilities grew too soon
Figuring out twas a roach on the hunt
On the hunt for a murderer
On the hunt for a person it did not know of
On the hunt for an insensitive human
Who did not understand that a million years from now?
All that would survive a nuclear war
Are thousands of its descendants!

I had a lot of rum and coke that night
The rum extremely fine
But the coke as poisonous and cancerous as ever
Got back home late at night
As usual alone and making sure my other sloshed friends
Got back home too

The coke seeped through my kidney
Harming a lot of organs along the way
Found its way into my bladder
Filling up all the way

The roach lay waiting to ask a simple question
Why? why? why?
Why cant humans live in peace and harmony
Why can’t human learn to live in harmony with their surroundings
Why did I murder his innocent parents?
A lot of questions for a little roach brain

The ability to aim lost
Since I was sloshed
The toxic coke laid rum and water
Some percentage of salt as well
Splurged all over the bathroom
Everywhere but the place that takes it all

In the morning I found a dead roach in my bathroom….

inadequate speech bluh...

It wasn’t so long ago that I was in school. Back then I used to be a chatterbox according to the most polite teachers who did not want to scare my mom too much. I mean I could talk about anything and everything. Like any other city bred kid cable tv, fiction novels and comic books contributed big time to my imagination. I did not worry about what I said what my best buds and me talked about. I did not have to be politically correct becos most of the times such topics were never touched upon.

But since then I have been through 4 years of engineering school and now grad school. The four years of engineering school passed in a haze I must say. No I wasn’t a drug addict or anything. I just thought that I wasn’t in the best engineering school and having missed out on going to any one of the iits (was a big deal to me bak then) I sulked my way at some level through four years connecting closely to very few people through those years.

Somewhere between school and now I lost my eloquence and became a moody person. I never saw myself as that. Now I find myself thinking about what to say in many situations going over it before the words come out through my mouth phonetically that is. Many a time I have blurted out the totally politically incorrect thing getting myself into awkward situations. And then there are times when I am just not in a mood to talk and someone comes up and talks to me and I find myself talking the dumbest phrases and not being able to defend my point of view from an intellectual stand point. I then there are times when I just go bluh blugh bluum and ppl are just looking at me thinking this guy sure is a weirdo.

At times a shodow of the eloquence that once was does creep through charming some unknown stranger but most of the time I seem to be going more so into a world of my own. I have a feeling I have become too introspective worrying too much about what I do and how it affects ppl around me and then there is the depressing world that I often like to put myself in. I have no idea how things are going to turn out.. and how I am going to win back my lost eloquence which is probably related to lost innocence….

Trained like a DOG

Now I mean no offence for the dog or its species. You know how dogs cats or any domestic member of the animal species can be trained to respond to certain events such as eating at a particular time and so on so forth.. well I was wondering the same of humans. We react in so many situations in such a trained fashion and we don’t even know that we have been trained!

Consider this—I travel by bus a lot and have a university bus pass. Everyday when I get into the bus I pass my bus pass though a reader. Having done this for months I do this as a completely trained response without even thinking about it. Once when I got into the bus the machine wasn’t working and the driver had his hand over the slot so that I wouldn’t use it. Even though my brain registered this and heard the driver say just go in my hands were at a loss trying to get to the reader irrespective of all that was going on around this. The driver stared at me and finally feeling really stupid I went to the back of the bus to sulk at my idiocy. But then I noticed everybody who got onto the bus that day, reacted similarly walking back with the same smug expression on their face.

Then on St Patrick’s Day which was Saturday bus travel was free. So they had a cover over the reader with a sign that said..”Free”. I got into the bus and my hands were at a total loss looking for a slot somewhere where I could insert my bus pass! My brain kept telling me “Dumbo just get in and don’t block the way” but my body would just not respond! Again feeling really stupid started finally walking to the back of the bus.

This got me thinking that there are so many situations that we respond in such a trained manner from reactions that we assimilate through life. That scares me so much that half the time I don’t even think about what I am doing and what impact it might have.

Myriads of Meloncholy

Myriads of Melancholy


Depression seems to be an integral part of life. Movies they say reflect upon the society that makes them. Look at the most critically acclaimed movies that are nominated for the Oscars for example.. if there aint some depressing moments they will not be nominated for the Oscars let alone have a chance at winning. It is the same of all awards. Why am talking about all this? Well it relates to two facts- one I am feeling depressed at the moment and the movies that I have been seeing recently- highly critically acclaimed movies don’t help the cause at all. Depression to me somehow inter-tangles with the want for some sort of a release from our cares and one of the easy ways out seems to point to drug addiction.

Two movies that have gotten me thinking on the throes of drug addiction -Trainspottingg and Requiem for a dream. Both movies are highly influencing in the way they have been made. I was talking to a friend of mine( Su) about “requiem” and he said to enjoy the movie for what it is u either need to be an addict or known someone close to u who was lost to addiction. Somehow I couldn’t agree with him at all. To me the best movies that I have watched are those that make me feel one with the main protagonist even though I might not be in the same situation. And I could do that with this movie.

The movie talks about the life of four ppl and outlines their degradation to drugs through a connection to seasons- summer fall.. and so on. I kept watching the movie waiting for “spring” and to feel happy tht there is hope. But it was not to be so. The film ended with the cold winter and no hope. I guess that’s what happens in life. Trainspotting is kind of a similar story of a group of frnds who fall to drug addiction but then the basis of the story is not the drug addiction. The ending was nice happy secure for me.. I dot know what other people feel but to me I need this .. why would I want “movie” to end the same way that I see so many depressing stories end in real life!.. a movie is what I see to escape from real life.. the thing tht keeps kicking you in the ass..no matter how springy u get urself to feel.

The want for the season of spring is what keeps me going keeps me motivated and if that is taken away from me I don’t see what else would keep me going……..