Life is to be lived

The act is finalized, the tricks laid out prettily on the table. The beautiful assistant flashes you her most winning smile and the crowd keeps you going. Spotting a few people here and there in the meaningless babble, you wave to keep the rhythm going. The lights then dim and your shadow now follows you. Then everything goes wrong.
The props aren't right, the trick is a disaster, your friend in the audience is no longer on-board and the people's mutters rev up like some machine about to mince meat. But what you miss most is the applause. Your soul is gone. Where to find solace now that you found out that everything was a huge mistake? Whom to turn to for help when you know that nobody cares? Your troubles seem to swell up, tears daring each other to break away from your eyes. You want to scream but the audience took your voice away with them.
No friend, no lover. No one but you. One man battles are not unheard of, but what for are you fighting?
Glory? It was never there to begin with.
Love? That too.
Yourself? It will never be the same again.
So what? In some smelly, unattended, rat-infested corner of this huge world, you might just find it. Pure and crying to be rejuvenated. The jagged edges will bear witness to your rough sail, but polish it you can. Don't lose it again lest you become a nameless speck of dust with a mundane existence with the might of the universe behind you; ready to swallow you at the slightest imbalance.

Gut wrenching crap

You wake up everyday,drag yourself all the way to the shower and groan it out during breakfast. Chewing on a piece of bread like a cow on cud, you finish 2 slices after eternity. Then comes the coffee. Its either too black or too weak and never just right. You try to do something but boredom creeps its way in and throttles you till its time for lunch. 2 hours later, you're too sleepy to be doing anything and nap it up. When its time to get up, half the day is gone, but there's still time for that "coffee" you love. Finishing it in one giant gulp, you start your work. There's a significant amount done before dinner is announced and as is with meals, you're first at the table. That over, you sweat out more than you had bargained for that day finishing it off at around 2 am, all the while gritting your teeth over irritating matters of no importance that seemed very life threatening at that time.
Baring your fangs(sorry teeth), lashing out at the phone or anything handy enough to be thrown at the innocent smile of a 3-year old kid who stares back at you as if every damn thing in his perfect world is fine. You start hurling abuses at that mad kid in the poster, at your computer screen, at the dumb freecell game that you couldn't win and thus brought up the lost streak count to 12. Even the usually not-so-funny forwards seemed very insulting and the usual do-till-i-die hobby of messaging has lost its fun. Oh, it so has. And when people don't realize this, it sparks a something. Medieval-like in its battle spirit and as immature as that kid you hate, it crops up. And that feeling of having defeated someone in a verbal matter is so soothing to that monster inside you.
It controls you in the heat of passion and in the dourest of times. Like it? Just love it. Hate it? More than the slimiest anthropod. Can't live with it, can't live without. Looking back on it all, do not blame it on "situation","circumstance" or "hormones". Deal with it, its the monster YOU created by channelling all that you hated into one massive black hole. Its upto you to warp its dimensions, cut its fangs, suck out the poison, fix up a smile and face the world.Who knows, yours maybe a cute cat compared to someone else's dragon. And you know what they say, never tickle a sleeping dragon.

Dude,where's my vocab??

Its probably just out there in that tiny part of your brain, that long forgotten small grey bit, which could have just about inspired "The Lost World", because thats what it is. We've transcended what eras? and the poor old Oxford errm dude who edits the dictionary must have seen millions of what can only be called juxtaposition of letters pass through himself onto that blue bound book. Maybe he cringed, maybe not. But that's what's cool and whacky. You can get it in if it's "in".
Now it's time to mention our very own Indian, or rather Tamil counterpart:Machan! This is utterly bewildering to my parents who actually know it as a relation(mom's husband's bro is mom's machan). God forbid, I don't use it.But very confusing all the same.You might think during our college culturals, a lot of well, trendy people come to visit.Bringing with them their jargons, lingo and what not. Infact, what can one expect from a hot(or is it cool?) rock band that was doing their sound check and just about to start their power jamming? A deep throated "dude lets get this crap over with and ROCCCKKK!!!" followed by some growling and head banging maybe. What actually happened was a high pitched, bat-like"Machan the drums aren't being heard da!!" No one noticed, but my jaw dropped below my knees!Come on, a rock band, with ponytails and everything??No!
Another super cool word that should be given highest priority is sup. Synonyms- wassup, watsup, enna pannra(yes, two but read as one). Has a wider range of meaning-timepass, concerned enquiry,to "know" as in keep tabs, status word (non-trademarkable category) ,etc etc.Slick and short, it conveys what you want without moving your jaws that much. I mean, applause seriously!
Anyway all one can think about is that if its machan this generation, what will the next gen say???

A thing called...

A feeling that plunges into your heart like chocolate, feels like the best hug you ever got.Why, more than that. Like you're lying face down in the rain and savouring every globule of pure unadulterated joy, and you know if you leave it, you might just regret it.Your heart bursts with some unearthly feeling, comsuming yourself in a flame of your desires, blinding you to everything else except to what your heart wants you to see.Rain might pour down in torrents, the sands may kick up a storm, time may pass you by in a flurry, but who cares?
For those of you haven't guessed it,I might have just described freefall or a ferris wheel ride or that good ol' thing calld love.Anyway, these stolen moments that well up from somewhere deep in you ,stir up your thoughts, make you crazy and yes, fix that rare award winning smile on your face! Again who cares if you look like an idiot?? It's not as if the rest of the world cares if you're sad anyway.So go ahead and experience it.It's yours and only yours.
As for me, these peaked up energies make me see blue everywhere because its the colour of the Gods. A 'lil blue here and there, some smacked right onto my face just to show how smitten I am.But thank God, no one else can see it.Because if that happened, the very beauty of it all would just fade away into nothingness.
So, vacate your mind and plunge into it.Never take a deep breath before it all because it might just suck some of it away!

An Ode to the SUPpressed HEROES

Is it a bird? Is it a man in tights with a red cape just goofing around in the clouds? No, it’s Superman! Where there’s trouble, you can count on him to set things right. And he fights more than just bad guys. He repairs broken bridges, about-to-collapse buildings and out-of-fuel airplanes. But the only thing that instills fear in people’s hearts is that someone may get the deadly Kryptonite from Krypton (which is about the only thing that can stop him) and thus sap all the guy’s powers. A chilling thought.
Meanwhile, on a place definitely on Earth, there’s the overgrown version of a scary anthropoid taking human shape. Yes, you got it. Good old Spiderman. The deal here is that there’s nothing to take his web stuff away from him, but the people in his city just plain don’t like the poor fellow. Aw, it’s alright buddy. Mary Jane does. Meanwhile the spider’s cousin (or however you want to associate things), the bat: flies. And fly it does. In the most state-of-the-art car that today’s Great engineers can think of. Because sadly, he is a normal human being like all of us. Oh, but how selfless to devote his time for the good of the community? Will someone please start handing tissues here?
Let’s talk equality now. The spotlight moves to Wonder Woman. An Amazon with nerves of steel and a heart made of an alloy of gold and iron (let’s call it goron). She’s so gorony (for the want of a better word) that she would have made a good actress or a model. But like all her “colleagues” she gave it up for us. Indeed what would we be without them?
And I almost forgot about Captain Planet, but that’s another story. Apparently, his life’s just perfect.

A 7.2 Megapixel Eye

Am sure all of us at some point in our life would have worked hard to get something. That was exactly how I got my cam.And it was something that I was constantly badgering my dad for a whole 2 years before he said it would depend on the outcome of my exams(I was in the XIIth then). And the moment I held it, I did NOT hear a songbird chirping away to madness nor did the waves stop.But I just felt a glow.It was simply great stuff.Its not a great cam but its the one for me.Why? Coz its never failed at anything.I am a mad shutter bug and feel that a picture does indeed speak a thousand words, if not even more.I know I've irritated many a people, but I simply don't care :) coz one day I know all of them will thank me.Ah, that moment's essence! So small but big enough to shed its light into the lens and the CCD's(uh charge coupled devices, thanks to my "awe inspiring" department :X) in the cam and etch the memory for ever.I believe there's some 6+ gb worth stuff im my comp, and yet, all of them are perfect.A new picture, a new emotion, a new digital thumbprint.Life is always picture perfect and it's just a click away :)

Alpha

Yo! Going to start blogging from this moment, 10:08 pm, a very breezy saturday. Hope you visit this page just once in a while(please), maybe to increase the visitor count(to massage my hurt ego) or just for a hi(thank you). See y'all soon :)
P.S. If that didn't seem desperate enough, I don't know what will!
Madhu