i'm on a road to kill

a few evenings ago, it was 1979. smashing pumkins' hit from early 90s. timeless classic. overall, in a good mood, i travelled homewards. thoughts soon flooded into my dizzzy head and in a brief while i was floating in the midst of anguish and humour. i saw freedom as the only answer to it. to all (do i hear your thoughts, as you are reading this: "what is he talking about"?) ok i was dizzy in the head, so bear with me. but there was on thing clear: my freedom. but from what? maybe from the corroded roads of bombay; from the infrastructural handicap of our country; from the disillusioned, greedy, uneducated, bullying politicians. they affect my life everyday. while our country's economy is growing rapidly, with equal rapidity our infrastructure's falling apart...and then, i suddenly woke up from my thoughts to my rickshawala's daring act: he almost got himself, his rick and me crushed between 2 ricks and a car on the left and 4 cars on the right. soon, my thoughts shifted from the political babus to the bihari ones, riding the autos. both these babus are equally disgusting. they follow no rules; they are not trustworthy...not worthy of anything at all; both chew paan and those who don't, chew on indian citizen's money...the political babus make promises every year of bettering the roads and leave them with few more potholes. what makes it worst are the babus from bihar, who unleash their menace on these road-to-kill roads.
zigzagging, i reached the gates of my home, most importantly in one piece and for that moment, my freedom from the rick was good enough for me.

total recall

all of a sudden, i was back in 1991 last evening. couldn't believe my eyes, staring into an equally bewildered pair of eyes. "ash!" "subodh!" "ash is that you?" "subodh, you?"...wow, it was one of my best friends emerging from the pages of an old book. and like good old friends do when they meet after 16 years, we went to booze. it was the first time we boozed together. the last time we met, we were chai drinkers.

old stories and memories surfaced, and it was then that i realised i used have so much fun those days. not that i have given up having fun, it's just that those days we would enjoy moments which qualifies as insignificant today.

writing songs for a new girl in the area; having chai in tapris, talking about why education makes no sense; exchanging music (in cassettes); tearing jeans; writing a new song for a newer girl in town...and life was beautiful. it's been a while since i've done any of these! sigh!

NFS

Was on my way home last night and the rickshaw driver was a classified jerk. He followed no traffic or safety rules. For him it was NFS. It all began as we got stuck at the amboli church signal and he was like fuming: "this place is always bad; always traffic jam." I, as usual, put on my ear plugs and my journey began with Headless Children (WASP).
Soon the signal turned green and the rickshaw driver blind, or at least that's what it seemed to me. At first, I thought he'd be out of road rage in the first few seconds, but as Blackie started screaming the chorus, this pilot was jetting right behind a biker. He was a cm or 2 away from attaching his rick to the bike, when the biker moved back. "Aaram se," said I sternly. And to my surprise, this dude looks into one of the many rear view mirrors (the purpose of which i have not been able to find till date) and gives me a big grin. I had a 3D question mark hovering over my head post that smile. Then it was another bike, followed by an Innova; then a Civic...and that smile reflected on the mirror each time he nearly missed killing me (or both). By the time I'd reached home, I had thoroughly not enjoyed headless children, better, where the streets have no name, stay on these roads, scar tissue, rock in the usa, riding with the king, life is a highway, naughty by nature, miracle, sweet dreams are made of these, kosmokrator, near to the divine, king of pain, aisha and i can see clearly now.
but in in the end all was forgotten when my tastebuds went on a rollercoaster ride with some homemade squids!

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Gods of the rotting world

It's not an opinion, but an irreplaceable feeling. Muffled thoughts from the depths, they emerge with the swell of an inestimable amount of unknown agony. The gods of stone. The gods of the temples, ancient and new. The placard says 'Lost'. I move on. I hear the bell. Yet I move on. The familiar stoney faces reflecting unfamiliar smiles. The call of the unheard I ignore. I always did. But, now, it grows even louder; one voice shredded into many. The fear insurmountable. It's getting dark again, and I see my shadow disappear. I'm splitting, again. It's time for rebirth; death, not yet. Deja vu, I relive you. The gods of the rotting world are back! fuck you!

What Darwin missed, Krashwin wrote!

Is it a mad world, or is it just me? have you ever felt that nothing in this world complies to your way of thinking? Or am I the only one to feel disoriented? For me, there are only two types of people: type A) people like me and type B) clients. Type A, people like me, are not worth talking about, while Type B are people we can't stop talking about, 'coz they never cease to amaze you with their unlimited charms. The blogga is very kind to allow me this space. Coming back to Type B, it is a civilization apart, and I dread to explore its roots. Though ancient heiroglyphics clearly say, as some of the explorers have noticed, that the Type B people seldom lived on earth. They visited our planet and were chased by our smart ancestors. It was only when their survival on this planet was in complete jeopardy that they invented economics and enslaved with it our smart ancestors. Even today, Type A kinds are slaves to the Type B kinds, plainly for the sustenance of economics. Darwin's theory gives me creeps and I prefer to go with the theory of krashwinism, which gives me hopes of freedom...civilizations do have disappeared in the past >:D

glance, glance...blink, blink, blink...glance...yaawn