The Great Indian Blog

On the richter scale

2007-11-26T20:11:00.000+09:00

Dream chasing
Dawn breaking
Panes shaking
Knocking images out of my head

Earth tremble
Buildings fumble
Books photos vases tumble
Onto my head while I scream

All mindblowing
All fucked
Khallas
The end.

Of social networking and comicsense

2007-08-31T00:55:00.001+09:00

Here is the deal. I am on Facebook. I am on Orkut. And thought I am inactive, if you search, you might just find me on HI5 and godknowswhereallelse.
Networking sites.
A great way to stay in the loop, figure out whats happening with my friends (most of them have moved out of the city/country), and maybe even get some office goss. Who knows, I might even land a job one day through the wonder of social networking. Who knows?
Uptil now, I am proud to say I have had the sense to ignore the creepy 'frandsip' requests. I would not get alone into an auto at 1 am in delhi. Similarly.

That said, for those in the dark, here is was in the news a few days back:

New Delhi: Adnan Patrawala the 16-year-old son, of a businessman, who was abducted on Saturday night, was found dead in Navi Mumbai on Monday.
Police investigations suggest that the plan to kidnap Adnan was hatched on Orkut, a social networking website.
While the police have arrested three of Adnan's friends - Sujith Nair (28), Ayush Bhat (19) and Himmesh Ambavat (18) – for murdering him, an Orkut profile under the name of Angel D in under police scanner.
Police sources say the trio, whom Adnan had met through Orkut, had promised to introduce him to Angel. But the question is who is Angel? As the hundreds of messages on Adnan's scrapbook suggest, Angel's profile could well be fake.

Wait a minute.WHAT??? Murder???? Its tragic, its insane, and frankly, its stupid. How dumb can you be, meeting people who befriended u on orkut??? But the fact is, people out there are not just meeting, they are dating and even -and this is a fact - getting married to people they met on Orkut. Huh? Did i miss something?

And all this while, far from here, somewhere in the 'land of the free', someone named Charlie was equally addicted. The man got a warning from boss as he was spending more than 4 HOURS each day logged on to Facebook. 4 whole hours. A day. His instantanious reaction? Logging on and posting the following :"I'd rather loose my job than my Facebook account."

When did we cross that line? When did our self worth diminish to the point we felt the need to measure it in orkut scraps and facebook pokes? What drove us to lay open our lives, sexual preferences, relationship status open for all the freaks in the Whole Wide World? When did our search for love/sex/'friendship' overcome our bloody common sense? When did we turn into unidimensinal words on some arbit web page?

I know there are creeps out there who check out the world's scrapbooks, maybe they get a vouyeristic thrill. The thing is, they end up getting a pretty accurate picture of this person's life. From who he/she is dating, what they did on their birthday, to occassional phone numbers and even addresses.

Suddenly, thats scary.

I checked out the hottie from work on orkut today. Wonder who checked me out.

espylacopa

2007-07-12T02:37:00.000+09:00

Its about this planet I once saw
Burnt by its sun
Singed by its time
Eclipsed by its hatred

Drifting towards a doom that stinks of animal death
Inhuman destruction and ruins soot black
Peopled by a species that hates its own
Bent on destroying all that keeps it

Its rich dance around pyres of corpses
Its hungry feed on the blood of innocence
Its aging sell their memories of starry nights, peaches and poetry
Its children scream in their sleep each night
Its gods are dumped far away in the wilderness
Its angels die with clipped wings in their hands

Words are thrown around like dead insects
Words that turn the world on its axis
Words that burn its years and end its time
Words that end in bright white death light

Everything is burnt
Everything is broken
Everything is shattered glass
Everything is dead

Its about this planet I am stuck on
It is the past
It is about to happen
It is now where the two meet
And in the dead silence of this impending war
My people go and drop a bomb

By its cover?

2007-07-12T01:05:00.000+09:00

Dig it??? http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~jimthing/ has this and then some more that will just.. well.. blow your cover! (sad, i know...hmmmm)

3 am

2007-05-04T23:32:00.000+09:00

The remains of the evening
slowly decomposing
Don’t feel so solid anymore
Curling up and dying
Made of sugar
Throw some water, see me melt
Become a puddle on the ground
That you can wipe away
Cant seem to think anymore
Every turn leads to a dead end
Wordless sleepless senseless
Living without the confines of reality
Unable to fight
Unable to give up
What started with a paperback original
Has now turned into a symphony
An obscure fresco
A photograph in black and white
A tattoo in the air.
Its over, yet
Cant seem to let you go

Jamais Vu

2007-04-12T03:52:00.000+09:00

Blame love. Blame god. Blame luck. Blame death. Blame life. Blame the government. Blame Bollywood. Blame religion. Blame traffic jams. Blame the weather. Blame the shitheads you work with. Blame the shitheads you work for. Blame filmstars. Blame models. Blame the tax department. Blame the car you drive. Blame music lyrics. Blame the Cheshire cat. Blame greeting cards. Blame your mom in law. Blame your job. Blame the TV set. Blame mom. Blame dad. Blame the cleaner. Blame literary fuckheads. Blame politicians. Blame money. Blame college. Blame rockstars. Blame the handicapped. Blame that salesman. Blame Simon, Jim, Elvis. Blame the Beatles. Blame mobile phones. Blame the heat. Blame your highschool teacher. Blame the ring. Blame vodka. Blame Kafka. Blame August. Blame Valentines day. Blame time. Blame the mirror. Blame the aliens.
Blame myself.
Wikipedia: Jamais vu

Life?

2007-03-08T04:23:00.000+09:00

Life. Its what we all have an equal amount of, yet some use it in abundance while others throw it away in fistfuls. And it isn't about trying to shut out your past or stress about the future. It's about whatever is happening in the now, in the present, that is so precious, it's quite literally worth immersing yourself in the moment for.
Life is today. Life is now. Life is this minute that you are wasting reading this blog. Life is the full stop that's about to follow. Not this one. This one.
Go. Live.

Jasmine tree

2007-01-18T05:06:00.000+09:00

On a chocolate brown afternoon
Soaked in sugar and warm whiskey
I pick up the pieces of my forgotten love
And reexamine them in the fading light

As dusk slowly creeps upon my windowsill
And darkness threatens to swallow the day
I turn back time to when we used to be
Together under a jasmine tree

As alphabets became words became sentences
on torn out pages from school notebooks
As literature geography algebra became
Letters of love read a million times over

I remember your smile upon my shoulder
My tears like diamonds melting on grass
And how I could never understand
Where I ended and you began

Today the lonely moon rises in our shared sky
Lighting up our unshared lives
The jasmine tree is there no more
So does it matter who walked away?

Justice

2006-11-29T19:45:00.000+09:00

A crumpled piece of cloth
Drenched in blood
Is all that remains today
Besides the memory of her smile

A thousand names on a list
A thousand silent voices
A thousand hopes that live no more
A thousand empty spaces

They found the hands that made the bomb
They talked of guilt, trials and hangings
They wrote, they argued and in the end
They ask if we should set him free

With white ink

2006-11-12T02:44:00.000+09:00

Today again I wish to write
To make history with my words
Unfurl sentences that will change
The broken paths of my destiny
Roll out paragraphs that will paint
The future in vivid hues
Unfold the untold story
For all mankind to drown in
Bring alphabets magically to life
Make slaves out of melancholy, joy, poignancy,
Truth.
Shape tomorrow with a mere stroke, a sigh
Trace an inky line across pages that prove the stars wrong
Today again I wish to write

Today again I wish I could

and before i know it...Its another October evening....

2006-10-15T04:44:00.000+09:00

Abstract Clarity

2006-09-20T05:25:00.001+09:00

Psycho alpha disco beta gama
Trance sine twist cos tan
Jazz freud waltz jung marx
Strings land chords air water

I wish

2006-09-20T04:51:00.001+09:00

I could gather up the sound of
your laughter and hold it close
Pour your pain into a pail
Toss away your torment and woes

Show you what red blue yellow sound like
Make you taste a symphony or two
Feel the texture of a number
Bring fantasy to life for you

If you will let me…

Where I am headed this weekend...

2006-09-13T19:01:00.000+09:00

Binsar... cant hardly wait...

On a canvas

2006-09-09T07:17:00.000+09:00

If only you would pick a colour for me
Paint me in bold sweeps and steady strokes
Lay me across your canvas
Just the way you like

I could be sunshine yellow for you
With eyes blue cobalt azure indigo
If thats what you want
And with a hint of coffee on your brush
mixed with copper and touched with gold
You could try and paint my skin

Turn me into daffodils
Pick me up and smell me
Or maybe a dancing brook
That you can dip your toes in
A bird in flight, the rising sun
Poetry on a canvas, a look, a sigh
A blurry portrait or a jumbled Dali
A picture within a picture

Make me say a thousand words and yet
Nothing at all

Tale of an evening

2006-09-01T04:20:00.000+09:00

Golden honey sundrops drip from my bare
skin
Our fingers yearn to connect, entwine, entangle,
discover
Tracing a future in wrinkled crumpled twisted
sheets
A wish a desire a longing a
hunger

Are we to be lovers then?
What is to become of our shared
consciousness?

Shoe me the money!!!

2006-08-29T17:43:00.000+09:00

Beauty in a Beast

2006-08-23T03:33:00.000+09:00

The torn up landscape of my selfish heart
Lying still, awaiting a single drop of sunshine
Spotless within…filled with bright yellow patches
And desire’s ugly scars on the outside

Bordering on the edge of reason
Perched on the boundaries of a sensible life
Cold and dark, small and barren
Searching for pink rapture, wrapped in purple melancholy

Wallowing in self-obsessed oblivion
Exiled by illusions that sanity imposes
Unheading that gentle lover's sigh
Following its own, relentlessly guiltlessly

Sweet goodbyes

2006-08-20T17:57:00.000+09:00

Do sweet goodbyes really exist? Growing up is actually letting go. Of your illusions about life. Of magic. Of perceptions ingrained into your soul from the day you were born.. that a happily-ever-after exists. That the future holds something big, something huge…. something different. That you are meant for something… amazing. And your dreams are like caterpillars bursting from their dark cocoons to become colourful butterflies or something like that.And then one day, you are 23. And WHAM. (That’s the sound of the bubble bursting).