Keeping the Faith

I'm writing after a long time and for the first time, I.m writing to remember the blues I'm dealing with. Placement season starts tomorrow. But that seems so insignificant. I want a job to get a good life and I'm duly preparing for it. But today, I felt a hint of fear going to Ascendas. This can't be the definition of a good life, can never be. I get scared easily and especially scared of unreasonableness and there can nothing be more unreasonable than Mumbai.

They have made life so cheap, so worthless. I could accept succumbing to illness, dying in an accident. But now I'm supposed to prepare myself to take bullets too. Even a planned murder is better. That scares me. The feeling of living in constant fear, the pain, the angst. No matter what you earn, this cannot be a good life.

I want to feel that my biggest fear would be my boss or my dad, or a needle, not some gun-totting nuts who are beyond reason. My Dad always tells me to keep away from fools, but what do you do when these brain-washed idiots come shooting at you, thinking it's for a noble cause. I wish there was a way out, I wish innocence wasn't lost. I wish kids of 5 didn't know the meaning of grenades.

I'm holding on to faith. The faith that this is the darkest hour and beyond it, there's only light. I hope my faith survives.

This poem, and a song by Lata Mangeshkar are good for the mind:

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;

Where knowledge is free;

Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;

Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake."

P.S.: I wanted to end it with another stupidly hilaious comment by a friend but this just isn't the time.

Rain

this day needs to be remembered...
For the rain...
For the fag...
n for the run in the rain to the tea stall, getting drenched and the water splashing, ala, hajmola promo long back...
:)

PS: the day ended with a fenny and a hilarious 1 hr at ccd

The Orange Dilemma

Fact 1: Orange juice is my favourite
Fact 2: At most juice shops, I find 'kinnu' masquerading as orange
Fact 3: Kinnu grows only in Ganganagar and nearby areas

I begin... Every time I'm going through a menu to order myself a juice, my eyes pause at orange for a moment and then continue. I almost never order orange juice, though it's my favourite. And no, it's not because it's about Rs. 3 costlier than most other juices.

The story goes like this. My grandpa owns a small piece of land and grows kinnu there. Ever since I was a kid, I have been blissfully enjoying the sourest fruit in the orange family. As I grew up, so did my love for orange/kinnu.

I used to savour the fruit whenever I was home because I was convinced I wouldn't find it anywhere. So I was happily gulping down orange juice in Chennai and sipping on kinnu juice in Ganganagar.

All was going fine until one fateful day, when I noticed a cartoon outside Gurunath, with the words 'King's kinnu' printed on it. The name sounded familiar. I went to have a closer look. To my surprise, it had a Ganganagar address on it. It might very well have been the company my grandpa sells his fruits to, I reasoned. So, by extension, extrapolation and some imagination, I ended up paying for the kinu owned by me. Interesting.

I then started noticing many such boxes all over the place. Result? I no longer order orange juice. Irrational? Imagine you were the CEO of Pepsi. Would ypu ever ever pay for a pepsi?

Narcissist Narmad:

Sweetcarbine: The only selfless love exists between a dog and a man. Not even a woman, cos dogs have been reported to be attracted to them.

The old man n' the elephant part-1

Once their lived a king,
as whimsical as... well, a king.
he had an elephant pet..
the animal would never trumpet...

a reward was declared for the one,
who could set off jumbo's siren...
Hordes of men tried their luck,
but gold was not to be struck...

Then appeared an old man,
with a limp in leg and staff in hand...
He hobbled around the elephant thrice,
and finally stood near his rear side...

All of a sudden he made his move,
sticking the staff up jumbo's groove
The elephant screamed like never before
and the old man left with riches galore

BT Brutes:

Sass: Quit smoking daaa... I'm against the anti-tobacco drive

123rd Page

Tagged by: Twilight Fairy, 2 months back

The rules: Pick up the nearest book. Go to page 123. Find the fifth sentence. Post the next three sentences. Tag five people, and acknowledge the person who tagged you.

" Michael spoke quickly. 'You've read about my father in the papers. You've seen that
there's no one here to guard him. Now I've just gotten word some men will come in to the hospital to kill him.' "

Shame on you if you don't know where this is from.

I-day trip

I-day...
3 bikes..
Dutch fort..
shit on the wall..
TTDC..
Kayak..
1 monkey n 2 dogs...
towel cum lungi...
Lunch@mahabs
Bike on the beach...
stuck tyre..
The programmable man..
SNS..
Purple shell..
Cigar..

The Card

He seemed to be a nice guy. Tall, well-dressed and against the fad, clean-shaven and close cropped. We were on a train from Bangalore to New Delhi, 1st class. I because it had been a long dream to travel in 'that' coach and he because he claimed to be inching towards depression, thanks to his hectic life and wanted some time off.

During the course of conversation, we realised that we are involved in the same industry and that it would be a good idea to engage in some business. Over the next two days, we explored options and possibilities for some sort of an alliance. He seemed pretty excited but I was circumspect about working with a rookie with no recognised track record.

Anyhow, we exchanged cards before heading our separate ways. Once done with what I had come to do, I decided to call upon him, at his place, which was in the vicinity of the place where I was stationed. I located his apartment easily and rang the bell. Five minutes passed and I rang the bell again. He opened the door and showed me in. Once inside, he apologised for the delay and reasoned that he didn't expect me to show up so early and was just finishing terminating the actual inhabitants of the apartment, the same fate, he conceded, I was headed for. Murky sense of humor, I remarked. " I never joke", he quipped and revealed a pistol which was, till now, hidden in his pocket.

While stuffing my mouth up, he told me how he always stole visiting cards along with other belongings and used the ones from his last catch to trick his subsequent victims and that he was now headed to Bangalore to shoot my family down because he was expecting a visitor there soon.