when you walked in
with your mind still damp
from the monsoon that
has engulfed the city
a month after it should've...

i was spooling my thoughts
into brightly coloured strains,
reeling them in slowly
carefully wrapping them up
for safekeeping.

among a hundred identical
neatly labelled jars,
you could try to find yourself.
it's always all been here,
i only ever pretend to forget.

wanderlust

sometimes you need to be reminded what your missing.
it could be a book, tantalising you with glimpses of a rich patchwork of adventure and surreal patterns, it could be a friend telling you that what you really need is to run away for just a little while, it could be a suddenshower and the right notes of jazz.

it could be almost anything.
almost anything could give you the necessary nudge... shake you out of your reverie just as you're preparing to complacently settle into the reassuring sameness of the familiar.

restlessness. it can be a good thing. :)

story

So then the ravenous monster says to the tiny fly: "I'd eat you in a jiffy, but I'm a little worried about the quality...you might disagree with my system..."

Here, dear readers, I'd really like to say, that like most tiny protagonists, our fly was really witty and smooth-talking, but I'm afraid i cannot lie.

He wasn't. He was downright stupid, in fact.
so he said, "well, i know what you mean, but if it helps, i have taken a hot shower this very morning...do you like your meat rare?"
(and all with a smile)

"that'd be nice." said the R.M. and swallowed the fly whole.

-the end-

this one's for you.
if i were to tell you how much you mean to me, you'd check my temperature, or ask me if i was stoned.
there's no mush, usually. we make an exception in blog-posts.
every mad-dash movie, every unnecesssary shopping expedetion, goodfood indulgence with you, is a comfort.

knowing that i can turn to you even when everyone else either passes out or wanders off, is enough.
thankyou. you keep me sane (or insane, whichever).
Soul's sister and all that jazz.
i'd be more than a little lost without you.

p.s.: know, that if you move to another city, i'll hunt you down and kick your ass.
yes i can! :|

also, i've linked every 'you' to ze blog i love less than 'glass'. i win. mwahaha!! :)

orange

well hello there! :)

i can't believe I've been too lazy to blog all winter! believe me, i intended to, even attempted to, but lost steam halfway through the process of signing in every single time!
blogging is too complicated, i tell you! whatever happened to good old verbal exchanges?!

i had many interesting winter-related observations to make, for example, have you noticed how orange candy is just glycerine soap in miniature? observe:


see!
i've forgotten absolutely all my other ruminations on winter. meh.

after ungraciously abandoning my blog for several months, I'm back! :)
that should be enough good news for you lot, but i shall delight you further by announcing that i shall post extremely frequently for the next week or so.

now that I've made your day, (*smug*)i shall go think up random things to post.

sadly though, i lost the bet the soliloquist and i had about 8 new blogposts in a week.
now I'll have to buy her coffee. :(

Crescendo and Catharsis

It's the third day of the 15th Kolkata film festival, and so far I've watched 7 feature films and 6 short films.
i recommend Caroline Link's 'A year ago in winter', not because i think it's particularly highbrow, but because it's very human. although the end might disappoint you. and it did make me wonder if in reality, there's ever a build-up to the grand finale of realisation and emotional display.
or is that something directors put in to make their otherwise relatable characters seem larger than life?
also, at the cost of ruining the film for you: there's closure, for everyone. :)

p.s.: do you think God made dogs to make cats looks smarter than they really are? just a thought.