Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Memories
Blast from the past A scene of much suspense on the big screen I grip the clammy hand firmly The white light fills the cinema hall for a brief moment with visions of 19 year olds breezing in a tottling autorickshaw at Bandra singing asynchronistically and feeding a sunscreen lotion sandwich to a yellow-eyed boy
Have you forgotten me sooner than the ink could dry on our tragic love story It has after all been only 4 years And don't you know that your reply is anticipated with as much bated breath as the highly climatic end of this great movie I watched today Sigh What I need to tell myself is that pushing the refresh button on my inbox several times does not send telepathic correspondence urges to you
Siddhartha P told me you were a virus and must be deleted from the system Siddhartha P be very wise
Have you forgotten me sooner than the ink could dry on our tragic love story It has after all been only 4 years And don't you know that your reply is anticipated with as much bated breath as the highly climatic end of this great movie I watched today Sigh What I need to tell myself is that pushing the refresh button on my inbox several times does not send telepathic correspondence urges to you
Siddhartha P told me you were a virus and must be deleted from the system Siddhartha P be very wise
In the midst of angst
...Un samaiyal arayil naan uppa sakkaraiya...
...Nee padikkum araiyil naan kangala pusthakama...
...Nee viralkal endral naan nagama modirama...
...Nee idalkal endral naan muthama punnakaiya...
...Nee azhagu endral naan kaviya oviyana...
...Naan vekkam endral, nee sivappa kannankala...
...Naan theendal endral nee virala sparsangala...
...Nee kuzhanthai endral naan thotilla thalattha...
...Nee thookam endral naan madiya thalaiyana...
...Naan idhayam endral nee uyira thuditudipaaa.
...Nee vithaikal endral naan veyra vilainilava...
...Nee virunthu endral naan pasiya, rusiya...
...Nee kaidi endral naan siraiya thandanaiya...
...Nee mozhigal endral naan tamila osaigala...
...Nee puthumai endral naan Bharathiya Bharathithasana...Nee!
Nee thanimai endral naan thunaiya doorathila - Nee thunai thaan enral naan pesava yosikkava.
Nee thirumbi nindral naan nikkava poyvidava - Nee pokirai endral naan azhaikava azhuthidava?
Nee kadhal enral naan seriya, thavara?
[Seri, Seri, yeppodhumey seri. :) ]
Well I'll be damned...
...if there ever comes a day that I can think about you without a heavy heart. Happy Birthday.
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After an evening of movie wine and great music (the disgruntled bouncer gave me a frowny face hand-stamp), I decided to take the subway back home. So I left for the subway station, a little dampened - part from the roof-rain, part from the bag-keeping at the crowded bar.
I got into the surprisingly crowded train (for 1:30 AM, that is) and settled down. That's when this guy walked up to the train doors that hadn't closed yet. He stayed on the platform, and went, " Ooh, you girl, you make me excited. Ooh, Ooooh, you Indian or somethin? You make me so hot. Ooooh. Oooooooh." And he started making these obscene gestures which I only dared to glimpse from the corner of my eye, as by now I was trying really hard to keep my eyes fixated on the floor. The doors finally closed, ending a really long minute.
Disgusting. Get a life man, and stop killing my innocence.
[I completed the ride with a frowny face that matched my hand-stamp. When I got out of the subway and started making my way home, there was a guy standing outside, giving away the nearby sushi place handouts and when he saw me he smiled and he said, hello, how are you. I ignored him and walked on :( ]
I got into the surprisingly crowded train (for 1:30 AM, that is) and settled down. That's when this guy walked up to the train doors that hadn't closed yet. He stayed on the platform, and went, " Ooh, you girl, you make me excited. Ooh, Ooooh, you Indian or somethin? You make me so hot. Ooooh. Oooooooh." And he started making these obscene gestures which I only dared to glimpse from the corner of my eye, as by now I was trying really hard to keep my eyes fixated on the floor. The doors finally closed, ending a really long minute.
Disgusting. Get a life man, and stop killing my innocence.
[I completed the ride with a frowny face that matched my hand-stamp. When I got out of the subway and started making my way home, there was a guy standing outside, giving away the nearby sushi place handouts and when he saw me he smiled and he said, hello, how are you. I ignored him and walked on :( ]
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Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
In Concert
My favourite, favourite singer. I love you to pieces and I love how you hit a C on the third and the fifth octave with the same effortless ease. And I love you although I killed my friend P's song, and made into a song about you and a man you once loved dearly, who was also so good with words and who was also quite the original vagabond.
Ghosts...
You my unforgotten one, are not unforgiven. Because I often dream of you, and you turn into other people in my dreams, just as other people have turned into you in reality. You, who I turned to and laughed with and sang in the hall where voices always echoed.
Cinnamon tea and honey on toast don't taste the same anymore. Happy birthday.
Cinnamon tea and honey on toast don't taste the same anymore. Happy birthday.
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