Am Here Now

'Don't let your soul get lonely child

It's only time, it will go by

Don't look for love in faces, places

It's in you, that's where you'll find kindness'
- Be here now, Ray Lamontagne

I leave many things undone. I also don’t quit some things easily. It is in this schizophrenic realization that I manage to get by. A lot happened while I was away and I let a lot happen.

Wrote a lot less, lived through many firsts. And in betweens. Graduated into adulthood, went on a trip covering the whole west coast of India. Said the first, most painful goodbye. Saw a friend survive death. Moved to a new city. Made up my mind about traveling to Europe before 2009. Discovered Sufjan Stevens. Named my unborn child. Bonded with my brother. Like really bonded. Saw ‘my’ sister get married. Happily. Surprised myself with the way I handled it. Calculated my taxes 12345243 times. Discovered and still exploring the genius that is MS Excel. Trying hard to let go. trying harder to not. Taking ‘gay-ass’ness to new levels… Its good to be back baby!

Across The Universe And Back

There is something about Fiona Apple’s voice that urges you to think. And her borrowed song managed to make me write after a long time. And now my mind wrestles as it tries to decide where to start from. Tube light and grafitti on the wall that wake up to my smile everyday. A familiar breath. The permanence in the temporary. And friends for life.
Of firsts and crossed boundaries. And the present that makes me forget the future. Even new jobs.

Dharamshala in all its Tibetan glory was as good as it could get. And it’s good to be back in my cocoon for the last time. It’s now time to share a warm cup of coffee and Rufus Wainwright with my Hitchhiker’s guide. Oh, romance at short notice is my forte!

Have Air... Will Breathe

Nicotine rush. Fuck the world. Yellow fused light. Lone Wolf. Ronin. I fight my own battle. My own way. Coffee stains on tooth. Chocolate for later. And Air… I breathe. Eyelids. Blink. Colors. Rhythm. Air talks. Trance. And carries you. Up and down, a smooth, easy ride. Up and away. Balloons. Vibrations of the music make me swim. Warm and moist. Orgasmic. Smoke rings that don’t bother. Space. And me.

French accent and electronica. Music builds. Clear, clean sounds merged, fused together seamlessly. Repetitions which are obviously made to order for the barf free rides. Sway away.

Air never fails to trip me out.

Of Frozen Boogers and 'Blocked' Noses

If you read all of Calvin And Hobbes that has ever been printed (It isn't hard to do so, because sadly Watterson wrote/drew it for the papers everyday from 18th November 1985 to 31st December 1995 only.), take it from me, you will have all and I mean all of life's answers!

And even though frozen boogers can be quite a problem and some weeks just suck ass, you know you are going to be just fine because Calvin is around. *more power to disturbed childhoods*

PS: Someday when you are more lucky and I am more bummed/bored, I shall put up some of CnH so you can see for yourself how deprived you are since you DON'T have the whole collection! *sticks tongue out and goes na na na na*

To Pebbles, Laughter and The Night

I am an Opera Singer

I stand on painted Tape

It tells me where

I'm going

And where to throw my cape

I call my co-star's brother

I call my co-star's name

I play both good and evil parts

I sing to Verdi's play

And every single morning

By 10 AM I'm dressed

My rehearsals last for hours and hours

With diligence I have been blessed

Some people they call me monster

Some people they call me saint

My talent feeds my darker side

Yet no one will complain

I am an opera singer

I sing in foreign lands

I've sung for kings in Europe

And emperors in Japan

And after each performance

People stand around and wait

Just to tell me that they love my voice

Just to tell me that I'm great

I am an opera singer

I will sing when you're all dead

I sing the mountains crumbling apart

I sing what can't be said

I am an opera singer

I sing in foreign lands

Most people seem to know my name

Or at least know who I am

" Shit, these lines are so witty" *... witty... w-i-t-t-y... W-I-T-T-Y... play to fade*

I think Cake is brilliant.

I Dig Music.

That is that.

Goosebumps, tears, love, husky voices, getting lost, and finding myself. My songs speak to me.

I might not know an A minor from a G string! And a bar from a beat.

But I do know what transcends all that is here and all that chains me down. My music gives me wings and lets me fly a flight higher than any drug is capable of. I dig music. That is all I know, that is all that matters.

Life and Times Of Madam Cribsalot

Tired. Sleepy. Bored. Annoyed. Hopeful. Hopeless. And the 'kenny' syndrome has just struck... Will do anything for money as of now. Even play a sidey operations simulation game. Yay!

Lullabye

Of counting sheep,
Restfulness that I seek
In your warm lies
Dawn greetings and surprises,
Leftover hugs and songs
To listen for you

Gawd Tag It !

Considering that 'that one' has had too much time on his hands lately and is rather pissed about being refered to as that one (jeez, some people have such major attention problems!) he decides to tag me. I mean what a juvenile thing to do * secretly getting happy about being mentioned on another blog! *

So here goes,

What is the best thing about my workplace(changed to MICA with due permission ) ?

The people,you get them in all shapes,sizes and variety. A close second is the concept of 24 hrs, and and the campus in all its verdant and zoological glory and the stars, how can I not mention the stars. I saw my first shooting star here, just 2 days back!

What do I hate about MICA?

The fact that it is some 386 km away from civilisation. Frikkin expensive and tiresome to go to town. For God's sake we change some 3 autos to go to Mocha... ya Mocha!

On a pmsey note, the fact that I grew up/am growing up here. But if you think of it, it is a good thing only. yeah?


What small irritants at MICA that really annoy me ?

TIny insects, my messy room which I need to clean up from time to time(read once in 6 months or a visit from family, whichever is later!), bad coffee in the canteen.


Describe the actions/quirks of the weirdest person I study with (can be a co-worker, employer, or a vendor if you are self employed)

They don't make them wierder than moi! But certain people who don't get the concept of personal space, dumb annoying people who think my room is too dirty the first time they step in. Hmph!


What is one thing that I would change at MICA to make life a helluva lot better?

Nothing *tilt head and go... awwe*

Pick five songs that I'd like played at my funeral......

"I'm not dying. Atleast not today!"

(from some arbid movie i saw long back, I think it's Ed harris that says that.)

Like how random is that question... 5 songs, hmmmm

1) Main to raste se jaa raha tha... Main to bhel puri kha raha tha teri sana mari to main kya karoon!

2) Mujhe maaf karna om sai raam

3) Tamma Tamma

4) I love you oh sayonee I love you oh sayonee I love you oh sayonee. KOI SHAQUE..WASSUP!

5) Kabhie alvidaa na kkkkeihna (the 'KANK' version)

To the people who would be there, enjoy your slow death, just as I did mine! Thank you, Come again.

Now the best part of this post... MUAHAHAAHAHAAH *Dr. Evil strikes back*

I TAG Jun, Saru, Bhaisaab, Whoopin.

No actually this inanity needs to stop somewhere, so if you don't want to do it, you don't have to. There, world order restored!

The good life!

State of mind: UUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH

Music: Everything in its right place - Radiohead (talk about irony!)

And rock bottom hasn't even been hit yet. Actually, you can never do that. Such a pity!

Friends in strange places and stranger times

Have you ever felt like kicking yourself for not having met a person before? Or happy at the same time because you met them atleast, and 'tried' to make yourself feel better with the thought that maybe it is really nice because you met them at this time in your life.

'Duuuuuuuuuude' it is a very wierd place to be at. And eerily nice.

Late night conversations, connections, freakishly close almosts, and never ending similarities. Hopes and dreams and promises to keep... thank you man!

Mornings

Early Morning
Coffee breath
Scattered brains
Pope and Moslems
News
Lost arcs
Promises
Last conversation
Apologies
Life’s unlearnt lessons
Dead ends
And new roads

*Applause*

So you know you have reached the portals of fame and fortune when you get mentioned and plugged by certain bloggers (Statcounter being indicator number 1). So what if you had to beg them at first and then wait for an opportune moment to threaten them!

I used the emotional blackmail with Psychiaah and the threat route was taken with 'world famous in Mica' Sir Gaurav Sabnis IBM/PSU waale.

These bloggers are the reason why I am compelled to make a post every 3 seconds as opposed to every 4 months maybe. They are the reason the term 'misuse of PSU facilities' has taken a new dimension all together! They are the reason I know exactly (to three points in decimals) how vulgar my sense of humor is, that there actually is a song for all the stupids out there, and that VH1 uses Indian tracks to promote their shows.

So all in all, a happy week. I can't stop beaming at the fact that people are actually jobless enough to read my blog! I don't promise you but will try to add value to your reading experience soon enough! While you are at it, do stop by to smell my undies!

Excitingus Diseasus

So just when I thought I had the most rotten luck in the whole wide world, I find out that I have appendicitis.

Now this appendicitis is not your regular 'Sorry but your appendix just burst and you are dying, it was nice curing/not curing you' sorta variety. Mine got detected on an early stage,thankfully.

So the upside:

I got to miss exams (woohoo),got to get home early, got to bully a few friends into doing my work, got to sleep late into the day, got to watch some awesome movies... you get the drift.

The downers, a constant nagging ache, home is kinda boring and ya the possibility of a cut up stomach is not very appealing. And to think its a frikkin vestigial organ man. I mean it doesn't even help me live a fulfilling life where I can crib in peace. What a bitch.

All in all, ya this is what has been 'up' in my exciting life.

Come back for more, since I will have all the time in the world to think about trivial things to blog about. And those of you who know me and are in Delhi, losers why haven't you yet seen me. I hate you but I could do with flowers and candy!

Of Passing Fauxes

So Sarika, my dear dear friend who suffers from OCD, which forces her to make around 45362 posts in a single day on her blog finally did mention me on post number 'Blurty can't count beyond a trillion' which obviously precedes post number 'Blurty is still not equipped to count that many posts'.

And what love she bestows upon me in real life too. We are walking back from a long tiring class to our hostels where we start to discuss Southpark and the characters we resemble most, and without a blink this true friend says "Sana is Butters". And the story doesn't finish here. I am Butters. And this statement doesn't change even after what seems to be a 'I need to go to the loo just when person A has gone in to the same loo to take a dump' minute long silence.

Obviously I feel very nice.

I also have a friend who 'forgets' to call me for dinner when she goes to the mess, and another who chops my feet right off with her razor sharp looks dare I step on her carpet with my shoes on!

But seriously, isn't this life worth living for!

For more details, contact the 'wicked sistaahs' at MICA!