Archive for April, 2007

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Fun?

April 30, 2007

If you were a Philosopher by profession… then you would be working when you were drunk.

I wonder what Philosophers do for fun.

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Fourplay 2

April 30, 2007

He played with words. His words.
She saw him playing and was intrigued by his apparent ease at the game.
He saw her interest and started playing with her words too. Quoted Garden State and added his own.
And that’s how the fourplay started.

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Untouched

April 29, 2007

Was reminiscing about good old Mumbai yesterday.
The Traffic, the Local Trains, the maddening crowds, the pushing, shoving, running, sweating hordes, The Heat and Humidity, The Mad life force of the city.

Spoke to him yesterday.

Asked him how Mumbai was.
He smiled and said its all right. The same.
I asked him if the traffic was as bad?
He sighed and said…yeah still as bad, actually worse.
I asked him if he still drove down everyday in his car to work, like he always did.
He smirked and said “Of course! What kind of question is that? Naturally!”
I asked him if it was still as hot, sweaty, humid and generally maddening in Mumbai. Were the crowds as bad?
Now he got a little irked…of course! How much can change over two weeks?

I smiled to myself. He did not hear it over the phone.

It’s sometimes nice to ask obvious questions to hear the answers you want to listen to.

It was just nice to know that in some part of the world, reality was untouched.
That in my city, things were still the same. That if I went back today, I would feel like coming home.

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Slam Book

April 29, 2007

Lol….Cannot believe I am slam-booking ! After almost a decade ! Thanks Ideasmith 🙂

1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it.

The uninteresting and permanent scars are the ones on my toes – shoe bites.
The interesting and temporary ones are elsewhere – some other bites.

2. What is on the walls in your room?
Besides the usual mirror, closet and a lamp – nothing.
I let the walls be – I don’t claim them so that they don’t claim me.

3. What does your phone look like?
Black, Grey, Simple.

4. What music do you listen to?
That’s like asking – what do you eat? The answer is the same – Everything!

5. What is your current desktop picture?
Currently, a memorable sunset on a Langkawi beach – Malaysia.
Keeps changing from Landscapes to Pictures of Cakes to Paintings.
But no personal Photographs. Ever.

6. What do you want more than anything right now?
A figure like Giselle Bundchen

7. Do you believe in gay marriage?

I believe in Gay love and Gey sex.
Marriage – as a concept – gay or otherwise – am not too sure of.

8. What time were you born?
9.25 in the eve. And the electricity in the hospital went off within two minutes of me poking my head out.

9. Are your parents still together?
Yes.

10. What are you listening to?
Wake Me Up When September Ends.

11. Do you get scared of the dark?
Only if I am alone in the dark.

12. The last person to make you cry?
Someone (He)

13. What is your favorite perfume/cologne?
Not very discerning about perfumes.

14. What kind of hair/eye colour do you like on the opposite sex?
Any shade of brown.

15. Do you like pain killers?
Pain cannot be killed – It just subsides over time. Just wears itself out.

16. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
Yes. Prefer being asked out. Always get asked out.

17. Favorite pizza topping?
Cheese. Cheese. Cheese. Cheese. Cheese. Oregano.

18. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?
Praline and Cream Baskin Robbins Ice Cream, sitting on Marine Drive in the Rain with Him.

19. Who was the last person you made mad?
No clue.

20. Is anyone in love with you?
Yes.

And I tag Spazism Chasm, Deez and Dreamcatcher

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Geography.

April 23, 2007

Geography can be a nasty villian. – DC

I agree.

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Reborn

April 19, 2007

Comprehension sometimes makes me weep.
And sometimes I just call it ‘deep’
Too many demons of my own
Keep trying to fight them alone
And they kill me sometimes
But each time I wake up to another dawn
And then I am reborn

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Intersections

April 19, 2007

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The end of a beginning and the beginning of an end always coincide.
Its that point of intersection that pierces and hurts.

Life is lived between these intersections. It is understood at these intersections.