Hello 2014!

As years pass by, I only count my blessings twice, and feel good about how festive this time of the year is for me. The transition from 31.Dec.2013 to 01.Jan.2014 is indeed a big one. The word NEW changes it all for me. I am like the fish who'll squiggle out of your palm before you know it. And so does the comparison suggest that I am no nemesis to material change. From the smell of new books to tying hair in a different style to buying new clothes or for that matter just replacing some old stationary with fresh, smart looking ones on a pen stand, excites me. However, my point here being, for someone who is obsessed with new things, beginnings et. al , a New Year can bring a lot.

I am not the resolution-kinds. Mainly because outlines and boundaries scare me. I am a wild stallion, lost in the wilderness of it all. So I make resolutions on the go. I bend them to fit my massacre of thoughts. . I need to know that I can alter anything to fit my happy head and bring my 1000 Watt smile back on. Flexibility is dear to me, you may say.

All over the Social Networks, I see people cursing the poor old December with sleazy innuendos. Poor thing is already under the pressure of approaching holidays yet, some of us never forget to blame the entire year on this one month. NoJudgement. But yea, I am not going to sit and carp about how bad December has been, because I was with family. And with family, month and year logs do not matter. For people like me who live out of a box in dingy hostel rooms, with tasteless hostel meals, and are constantly on the lookout for anything resembling a family, it's indeed quite a deal. I got to hog on some orgasmic home food cooked in creamy coconut puree and by all means enjoyed every bit of it. I got to lay midst a bunch of family gossip-mongers and sleep my heart out, just like the old days. I re-discovered my family's roots and realized I belonged to the warrior caste. War mongers and fighters. Well, that explains why I absolutely love getting into brawls , with no place/time/person guarantee.
However, the best thing through the last year would have been the birth of a baby cousin after 8 long years of torturous waiting. She came home like the late birth of Vishnu's last avatar with Lord Krishna's birth sign. She was a tiny bundle of joy, who my grandmother and I scooped up from the airport. Ever since, she's been making our lives thrive. August was quite a month, as I waited with bated breath for her birth. And now that she's here, it hurts to think of leaving. In short, the bus ride back to Bengaluru is not going to be a good one.
Coming to the point, I witnessed the curtain fall right as 2k13 kicked the bucket. I watched 2K14 stutter in in a lacy white virgin gown as she sashayed down my mind's ramp.
I like the word NEW. And hence the New Year excites me. Not that I hope to rule the world this year, but I do hope to find a way to talk to myself again.
Happy 2014.

2013 wasn't very cherry-picked after all. It was like any other year, blending memories, both happy and hurtful, together. I will miss 2K13 for the peek-a-boo games it played with my head. I will remember 2K13 as the year I made a couple of great friends, and even lost some. I will miss the day when I met the girls and dared to look at the world downside up. I will look back at 2K13 and laugh at myself for thinking "Things couldn't get Worse!" because as far as I remember, the New Year's eve started out with saying, " Oh shit! It just did!" . I will learn from my mistakes and try to not trip on their vicious charm one more time.

Humans and their taxing Arguments.

If only people were innately sensitive to how another person feels. That just lacks in us humans, doesn't it? Even me for that matter. Sometimes all I can think of is what makes me feel good, whether it leaves another person miffed or not.

Gets me thinking,

How can people argue so much? Why isn't it taxing for them to say the same thing in cycles for several hours and still not understand that someone is seated right in front exhausted from all that yapping?

Sometimes it's just so hard to sit and talk to people. Sometimes it's so hard to make them listen to you,especially when the other does not want to give up on the argument.


I've given up on explaining to people what I am going through, or for that matter what hurts me. Because only if they wanted to they would understand. They can sit there all day, and be in a parallel universe where they are right. But I am not going to agree unless you use logic to prove your point.Yes, I am going to be the self-appointed judge. It's the safest position in an argument.


And sometimes, it's just better to clam up and let them win the argument. Saves you time and energy.

Yes , people have made me reach the stage where I've realized they're all pugnacious. Unwilling to relinquish control.

Am done with my share of dealing with bilious idiots, who do not have the patience to hear or sense another persons POV.

Hey Human,

You have an issue when I talk and express how I feel. You're then going to make me feel terrible about being expressive.

You have an issue when I give you terse replies and am unwilling relinquishing the argument in your favor. Then you say I am acting superior.

I think by now, it's justified that I have turned into a misanthrope, just for the fact that I am TIRED of trying to put it across to you.You are so loud, you cannot even hear your own thought's. You went too far with finding innuendos that you forgot what the brawl was all about in the first place.

So if you think I am living a fairy tale and not matching up to your pragmatic way of looking at things, I am sorry, you'd rather leave before I take a sword and chop your precious head off.

Bala Says:

#1: Be indifferent to their court room dramas. When people want you to react, put your foot down and call it a day.Silence is a powerful weapon.

#2: When a human pisses you off, LEAVE IMMEDIATELY, than stand there till you see its smug face yapping like there's no tomorrow.

#3: If The One you think is THE ONE, calls your expectation from a relationship a fairy tale? Don't stick around till he breaks your bubble.

He's not The One.

20 minutes in Bangalore's Traffic.

Let's just say, SPEED thrills and KILLS.

She was seated comfortably on the window seat of a rickety BMTC bus. As much as she loved travelling, she loved imagining what people were like behind their vicious daylight facades. Her eyes were fixated to the numbers engraved on an empty billboard. Evidently some advertising agency was thriving on its last legs. As she turned up the volume of her favorite classical track, she felt a cold drop on her arm. Before she knew, the city was accosted by a windy drizzle. Some of those who were crossing the road looked displeased with life, yet some others, were excited like they had not seen it rain in decades. The bunch of graceful young ladies across the road smiled endlessly as they unfolded their fancy polka dotted umbrellas. An old man, 50-something, beside them had a side of his lungi stretched up to his head, attracting the expected repugnance by the womankind. A gang of young 20-somethings, formally attired, ran for shelter to the nearest shop. Before she could blink an eye, they lighted up some cigarettes and in the smoke of relief, began their IT gossip. A middle-aged mother waited for a bus with two toddlers playing peek-a-boo with her shabbily tied sari. She looked apathetic and tired with their childhood. Trucks, cars, cows and what not sped across the two roads with an I-don’t-care-if-you-die attitude. Just then she saw,across the road, a truck rammed into a car one fourth its size. Her bus halted; a crowd gathered; an injured lady was rushing against her death clock. The two drivers furiously slammed doors and walked out as though they could scratch each other’s eyeballs out. They bantered aloud in Kannada as they engaged in the worthless tussle. She saw two cops standing a foot or two away, sipping teas obliviously. The careless truck-driver, even more carelessly paid the car-driver off, and the traffic flow was restored. The shards of glass and pool of blood left unattended. The lady counting her minutes down left unattended.

In those 20 minutes, she saw, life came to a transient halt; progressed to an infuriating commotion; people argued, some others entertainingly watched, some were oblivious and yet some other pricks were photographing the incident and sending it across whatsapp. It made her wonder, was life of such little worth? Was life such a big commotion,that lasted less than a few minutes?

Word of the Day

Bala Says:
Sure they say ignorance is bliss, but remember, they never said the road was your playground.

Murphy’s Law - An Ageless Irony.

If we all ever failed to see, the biggest irony to life is the Murphy’s Law. You would have already noticed Bala and I are great aficionados of the Murphy’s Law. Murphy’s Law is a satirical staging of the snags in life. In other words, a wee bit less perilous than opening the Pandora’s Box.

Many of us took birth picturing the world as one of the Utopian edifices and understood it is all a delusion, much later. And then we considered pessimism. We started being cautious of the perils and sensed the wile potholes. We became astute. And along came the Murphy’s Law. It teaches one to be cautious when he can, in order to complete a task successfully. However, today's ridiculous trends have brought in a new standpoint towards this ageless law. The Murphy’s Law, has been adapted to suit many every situation one can foresee. Though some are side-splitting, I love the sarcasm and pessimism contained. It’s worth a share.

Original Version of the Law:
“If something can go wrong, it will.”

Dedicated to Sir Issac Newton:
“Every action has a not-so-kind reaction.”

 The law for Diplomats:
“The boss will decide to call right when you decide to take a break.” Oops-a- Daisy already."

 Dedicated to Gravity:
“Any tool, nut, bolt, screw, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible corner.”

Dedicated to Defamation and Probability:
“The probability of being watched is directly proportional to the stupidity of your act.”

 To wrong numbers:
“If you dial a wrong number, you never get a busy signal and someone always answers.”

Law of Close Encounters:
“The probability of meeting someone you know increases dramatically when you are with someone you don't want to be seen with.”

To brand enthusiasts:
“As soon as you find a product that you really like, they will stop making it.”

To a buttered toast:
“The chances of the toast landing buttered side down is directly proportional to the cost of the carpet.”

To Baby-Sitters:
“When you need to carry a child they will want to walk.”

 To Biologists( my kins):
“If the preservation vial is not lost, the culture is not viable.”

Do you fear Peanut Galleries? Then watch this:
“If the audience can clap at the wrong time, they will.”

 To copiers:
“The legibility of a copy is inversely proportional to its importance.”

A Last one for the sake of fun:
“Tell a man there are 300 billion stars in the universe and he'll believe you. Tell him a bench has wet paint on it and he'll have to touch to be sure.”

And of course, Bala’s Version :
“If shit can happen, it invariably will.”


Bala Says: 

I wake up chanting the law than the usual religious hymns. It helps. It really does. Trust me, wake up chanting this, and you’ll find a way to look at the problems with an eye of humour. It helps lower expectations and makes living with the not-so-pleasing-facts, a jay-walk.”

A Puppet Hearsay.

Because life is more like a string-driven puppet, the moment the strings are left loose , you lose balance and then it all seems like a dream!

Am a puppet who likes to dance and sing,

In the lime light of this city fair,

The princess I play in my country folk,

Swaying around my city prince, the bloke.

Beautiful colours adorn my face, the lovely crimsons and the hues,

They dance with me oh little one, as they stroke my city’s blues.

My puppet heart just missed a beat,

When the bloke blew me a kiss,

Then cried the cohesive crowd,

As the villain hurtled on his village horse.

The bloke reverently held the stage, and kicked the villains aloof mind off,

Caught up in this web of life, married then were the bloke and I,

Master twirled me, danced away, as the little ones then waved a bye!

Gone are now those wistful days, master and I gleamed at the crowd,

And since my master dumped my strings, I feel slackly all around.


I have never felt in my hands that shake, lest master twirled them left or right,

Now look at them sway to wind, heaving a heavily melancholic sigh,

As the theatre welded this silence abound,
A jarring wind of dust there came,
Along came the misted memories,
As the dust played a catch-me game.
Soon was I to regret or not?
The lime light’s sudden twisted tryst,

Now I know I liked it all, the crimson hues and brimful mists,

And as the dust wavered to settle down,

I watched the sky again turn blue,

Now I know am grey and old, and my masters’ left my string to you.

Humble be my rendition here,

Subtle be my moves,

Am a puppet who likes to dance and sing,

Could you make me groove?