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All Bottled Up

and a packet of ice…

I listen closely to  the sound that the ice-cubes makes as I twirl my glass. For a moment I  thought I will break into words..

I answer a call, “what’s the scene?”

Now I walk alone to be somewhere.

Just some words that had to come out…

I just felt the need to write. It has been far too long, that a question hasn’t been answered nor do I believe it will surface this night.

Always metaphors, anecdotes, a faithful patron of double entendre now stand before the same question. It still in its entirety is unknown, call it cliché but that just me.

Time is such a thing, that I never really understood.

I believe I blog as this helps me in keeping the conversation one sided. My side.

Sympathy, empathy, running out of words here – never was good with words always preferred framing the sentences.

Too scared, to put myself out there.

Boastful at times, I wish I could have been different.

I play the same record time and again, and again.

At times it fills up so much that I loathe the hollowness, till it sails away with the next tide.

Dreams, Reality, Natural, Experience.

The wall must not fall. Must close my eyes.

On the way to airport

It requires a considerable amount of planning to board a flight at the last moment. It all began with a phone call.

The call

There’s a plan in motion, a short and swift visit to Bannerghatta National Park, rolling with it? If only intuition had a voice of itself.

The wait kept adding weight to Time. It was a sunny morning rapidly shifting gears towards noon. Summer as it is, unlike most part of the country is quite pleasant here and little sips of coconut water just add to its charm.

Numerous mysteries surround us, to which we are always unaware. Such an incident unfolded – the phone found its voice back!

The heat as we know is quite notorious and always ends up playing tricks; to my amazement two distant figures became visible, could it have been a mirage? It seemed all too real for comfort. Isn’t being comfortable means, take your own time? Correct.

Happy to be here

So what do we have here, a dreamy smitzing snow leopard.  Anyone who has seen pop-up books can relate how excitingly interesting it feels to see words take physical form.

Journey

Our lucky number 365 had run out of luck. So we had to settle for its duplicate. Duplicates as we all know always runs out fast. When one door closes, another opens; in this case, it was anything but closed! In commuter terms it’s popularly known as an Auto.

Queue

Yes, we live in an overly populated county, to which we are reminded every single day. So, how do you survive one, you look at the options. Take it or leave. Yes, those are options too and we took it. A prison on wheels to safeguard nature’s innocence.

What’s that thing?

Tindi (via Flickr)

To a common man, its sugarcane juice highly unlikely to be found in self-proclaimed flashy Capital.  As unlikely to find unripe green mango with a dash of powdered chilly. All was fine, but leopard had clawed into candy- the cotton candy.

Wait

A sudden panic shrugged a determined who needed to be at the other part of the town. Backing up the cause others tried to march only to have been saved by the announcement.

First impression: Need to tone down the ass.

Open sesame

Moving on, like good old days of Jurassic Park for people who are as old as we are, slowly gates opened.

 

 

 

 

 

 

From there on let these pictures do the talking, courtesy of Smitzy.

Born to be Wild ( courtesy Smitzy )

Lately it seems, an unspoken bonding has been formed with fellow Auto. Let’s christen it: Assassins of DayLight. Yes, thatought to do it.

Run

Yes, be there in 15 mins. If you have read the previous post, training helps.

How often have I wondered people looks with suspicious eyes when one packs too much of luggage. Strange, it holds the same when you pack none. It’s a breeze, slipping past everything – sort of a VIP.

You always hear announcements for VIP, don’t you?

Last call for Mister boarding flight..

Is it Missed-her, or mist-her? I’m always left with a strange afterthought.

0:00:00

Today, here I’m going to tell something that no shapefull person should ever say, about himself. I’m going to get even with that! There will be no escape from my revenge.

Now that I’ve lashed out, let me move onto explain myself.

Buildup

Our Hero, the soon-to-be-flat eyes shot open at an unfriendly hour. It was O’five hundred. He had a dream, an epiphany, an awaking. For months he had planned this in his mind. The day had come.  One who is realistic about it goes in thinking for his long anticipated trial by fire. Bring it on. Man will surely prevail, thought our immature hero to himself.

Our Hero was no different than anyone in his shoes. He dealt it with a smile.  As painful as anyone who has done this, will tell.

Then came the Hour

Finally he set off, alone, abandoned.  In a matter of few minutes, he made a discovery, “Gee! not bad, look at them I surely will prevail”. Fool. He began to day dream as he crossed the first sign to his relief, whether he would accept a position in Indian Olympic Team, really as much of a honour it is, but he wasn’t sure if he can fit that into his busy schedule.

At the half mark, the majority of people had stopped. He felt triumphant. Try-Im-phat what? danced past him a 60 year old! Our Hero felt he needed to take matters into his hand. He picked up the elixir. Presenting to you, Himalaya packaged bottled water. Ahhh! This is easy. Drinking.

Our Hero felt great! This is easy stuff!! Beg your pardon, what is that you said?

Wall

He frowned, the distance was growing on him.  He felt it was going to get tougher than he anticipated. Our Hero merely pushed the wall, rather he crawled. The wall has given birth to all other walls. Our Hero knew about this wall, he was prepared. Or not. The wall could not be broken by a mere mortal and with every step he realised how unrealistically mortal he is. Pain grew with every step, anyone who has stepped on a Lego block in a dark room can relate. He decided to ignore it.  Minutes later, it was no longer a conscious decision.

I will not be Denied

Our hero, being something of a pious type when faced with adversity, tried to think of encouraging scripture. Imagination held its place as leading him was a sight for any eye. Oddly, by some witchcraft the pain had turned into pleasure.  Running, it seemed was quite painful and walking was as much the same. However the sway was exquisitely appealing.

As he crossed the finish line, he felt like he walked into a dance party. With moves never seen before. Hand to knees, buttocks to ground, the place was electric.  He couldn’t talk much. Why he thought that everyone after this would want to listen to a DJ. His mind wandered towards something of his liking, The Top Ten Things That I Want To Eat Right After Having My Soul Ripped Out By The Wall. It came to eleven.

After an hour, our hero felt better.

Dead Man Walking

He shouted, “Auto!!!”

H01i

Got a new shade for the nails,

A new eyeliner,

Skin’s on fire,

Soap turned to water,

Shampoo, what was that?

Spectacle of BTown people unaware of this event

Feet hurts,

Slippers no longer white!

Where are the slippers again?

Wardrobe – 2

Smiles, aplenty

Jalebis, need more!

What was that again?

Holi Hai!!

Holi Hai!

Please give me an answer..

As I sat on my bed, cracking my knuckles and singing, if I remember correctly,

‘I’m asking WHY, I’m asking WHY, nobody gives an answer I’m just asking WHY…’

it would be deceiving my readers to say that I was feeling rosy. The afternoon that lay before me promised to be one of the annoying ones, no good to man or beast.

The throat had gone sore, the water had no taste, and a warmth had grown within me. The moment that followed entranced me by the lyrics that followed,

‘The things that I’ve learned from you, Cause life just took you away…’

The view I took of it was that had come upon me. I was robbed of my riches, a mere shadow of my former self and in no condition to cope with the capital players of Mafia Wars!

I was starting to reach for my phone and had switched to ‘May it be..’ by Enya when my reverie was interrupted by the sound of soft notification in my taskbar. I sat upright, alert, as you might say, curious. It was my RSS feed, a new post – Delhizen’s blog.

There was a network wait for about few seconds, during which, my moodiness now was much lightened. I rendered, Gladiator’s OST– ‘Now we’re free’.

Something seems to be arresting your attention

The post was of considerable length, if I were to give you its substance – it was about literature.

I hurriedly punched in few words and I started sharply. With no preliminary warning to soften the urge, I momentarily switched to Survivor’s – ‘Eye of a tiger’.

It is not often that I’m confronted with feelings on so majestic a scale. I gathered from the communication with the gentleman I was indeed standing amidst piles of paperbacks.

It was in quite a fairly tense mood, I was unquestionable conscious of a certain jumpiness. When I came in touch with it, the effect was quite magical. That apprehensiveness feeling left me, to be succeeded by a quite sense of power. I cannot put it better than by saying that, I was already signing onto a small lengthy piece of paper.

Well, to give you some idea, I remember the count to be four. They wake the sleeping tiger in a chap. Speech seemed to have been wiped from my lips, and I saw, as I had foreseen would happen, that a long night awaits me.

It is at moments like this that a man realizes that the only course for him to pursue, if he to retain his self-respect is to unship its gaze into the stained white paper.

I’m going to have muscle in and with that note I shall take your leave, not before signing it off with this quote…

“Every burned book enlightens the world.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Going nowhere…

Take that!

I was starting to get through the fact, to apply myself in travelling the different parts of galaxy each weekend – was kind of important. So today I steered myself right, so me went with me advice. I was in need of my shinning armour!

Bled to death

Took care of the buggers, insatiable morons!

Time for a quick checklist

• Armour
• Strength
• Chariot

 

Hot wheels

Err..A real human ride, please.

Thank you

With half a seat to spare, I obliged its emperor with the most expensive gift.

The cool breeze was no longer to be felt as I precariously found myself in a maze.

I could feel the sweat on my brow, the urge to break free, the path that will lead me somewhere, I climbed  the tallest mountain!

Peak

This torrid journey had left me dry under the scorching sun, and how I wished for an oasis!

After the consumption of heavenly elixir like a valiant gladiator I marched onwards to meet my advisory.

Elixir

I overcome my first larger than life opponent.

(Gladiator OST)

As I made myself to believe  I’d seen it all – until champion of the Champions magically appeared –

I'm the goatie!

He now serves me as a slave, only to answer to his name DSC_0026.

Holy cow!! The gods  have witnessed my triumph.

How ya doin?

Bagging the glory me humbly disappeared amidst the masses.

Spectators

The countryside had left me bleeding for food.

I see to my amazement familiar sights witnessed in my adolescent years, a home away from home that haunts me in my memory. Singing the enchanted songs, a hex that drew me towards it.

Family-rity

While I cannot think of this as an espionage, but I must secure my cover – food they say is a way towards one’s heart, and I needed  a fast fix!

Dial 000 for home delivery

Having successfully completed my mission I needed to sleep away , damn I’d forgotten my rocket boots.

My mom is far, far away in another planet and they have seized my ship!

Hmm...

P.S. : Pictures courtesy Bangalore, Photographer – tangyorangesour.

CakeWalk…

What a gorgeous evening it was, wandering about the city streets of Bangalore, hopping into an auto and asking to be just driven. Destination unknown till the traffic plagued streets cured itself by easing its pain in the free flowing stretch bridging Indirangar. Calmness filled the air, the atmosphere was overwhelmed with passion. Distant laughter easily picked up by the eager ear, harmony had set in. It was different in some way because of the layers of life. With perception such as this, I find myself mentally and emotionally exhausted some days.

Within this peacefulness I discover a way to turn these complicated layers of mine into more palatable entertainment activity. I see layers of life lovingly sheltered in sweetness, topped with darkness, plated for one to dig deep to see the richness, to taste, to experience what lies beneath.

What was it about seeing beyond a first impression? Does presenting it from a gentle, inclusive pace makes it more than art? Is it a living process – a discovery of who one is and how we see, in any place, any context, at any time, and with anyone?  Questions melted away, aftertaste didn’t, perhaps some other time, some other place. It opened my chest as it opened my heart; mesmerized with its flavor, it did something unexpected. It took me as its hostage, a slave, compelling me to dig deep.

It had complex layers, a challenge to sort through but not impossible. Going through it helped me to transition to new occasions. The underlying force behind it was its owner’s creativity. It was just expressing itself, hiding its glory for the one who dares to seek.

All eyes on me

It was a character, not a type and being different it was absolutely beautiful.