I don't know if everybody's allowed a conclusion
or a misconclusion, whichever.
Even me.

I never chose my friends.
But I chose once.
You don't know.

-ks

Boy

How we fall

-from grace
-in love
-a part


Category: :)

Do you know what guys call girls who flash? he wanted to know.
Because a tiny bit of my inside wear accidentaly showed.
S L
U T
He mouthed the letters.
Is that also what girls call boys who flash? I wanted to know laughing a few minutes later at a glimplse of a pair of blue chaddis that had a boy inside them.

Aaagghh, he screamed like a girl.
And shut up after that.

:)

Category: Flash Gordon

Cartwheeling :)

Location: Umm Al Qwain Beach, the weekend

We were happy then wern't we?
That Easter two years ago.
Just after you came back.
Just before I left.
You're the one who never really wanted to come back.
I'm the one who never wanted to leave.
But you did.
And I did.

(for Marlene Gayle Rodricks)

Everything converges to a point
A little bit left of centre
Only this time it missed my chest completely
And hit instead the back of my neck.


Category: Cryptic?

I never told her that if you open the hot water tap you get cold water, so that I could have it ALL for myself.


Category: Greedy

Opinions

They form and unform
Easily and uneasily.

I smelled the memory of being alone yesterday.



Category: Smell memories/ Unaccustoms

Calling a girl 'dude'
Is EXACTLY
Like calling a boy 'chick'
Okay?




:)

My mother told me once that we can't have our cake and eat it too.
So we must have two cakes.

!

Category: What nonsense

In the house inside my head, there's a room for you too.

The three year old and the four and a half year old argue.
Hands stuck out in front of them, palm side down, to compare.
The four and a half year old who's a little bit white says, 'My hand is fairer than yours.'
The three year old looking down at her own hand which she has to admit, is in comparison a little bit blacker, quickly turns her hand, palm side up and says, 'MY hand is fairer than yours.'


:)
Category: Baby us

Rain cloud eyes.

Ballerina

(My colleague Mary Rose's niece Kristen's ballet class. Kristen, third from left.)

The words, they stick in your head.


Category: Sticky words

Irritation

It was hurt or was it indiference? Maybe a little of both, who knows
The presumption of tears could have meant anything
It was the setting of a jaw
The folding of arms
The holding in
The closing out
The elevator
The stairs
The floor
The man that stared slightly longer than was appropriate.
It was many things
But it wasn't irritation


Category: Fiction

'I wouldn't go out with someone like him.' She mentioned as a matter, in the course, of conversation; refering to a person independant of the two of us.
'I wouldn't go out with someone like your boyfriend.' I rubberbanded back without stopping to think.
Seeing her slightly taken aback face, I softened a bit and made my excuses.


It was only much later, in a different, unrelated conversation that I understood why she had said that about him.

It made me like her imperceptibly less, know her imperceptibly more.




-at

Megan

(I thought the see through hat and the face bib was a nice touch :)

Boy- Are you a witch?
Me- No. Gotosleep.
Boy-...
(half a minute later)
Boy- Are you sure?


Background:
I found it awkward to ask somebody to pray for someone that they didn't know.
So in my head I said to the boy who was falling asleep. 'Pray for my friend's Father.'
I swear to God, I didn't open my mouth.
As soon as the thought is done the boy, startled turns towards me.
'What?' I ask him.
'Did you say something to me?' he wants to know.
I pause.
'I did, but not aloud. I said it in my head. Why? What did you hear?'
'I heard, 'Pray for my..' and then I turned to hear the rest only you were quiet.'
Of course we both go Fu......ck, this is so weird. You're serious?? I'm serious!!, etc.
Then I say. 'Ok, now gotosleep.'
And that we'll presume, is all.


Category 1: Super
Category 2: Unnatural

Seek.

"I get one phone call right?", Abhi asked Inspector Kaizar, who nodded sagely. "Well can I borrow your phone?". "You don't have a cell phone?", the inspector wanted to know. "I do but... it acts more like a phone book and it only receives calls and... can I borrow your phone?".

The heat was sweltering that afternoon and the inspector was not in a mood to let things pass. He looked fairly relaxed (bordering bored) as he leant back on his wooden chair, under the fan, in his little room at the station, which had recently been renovated by Tantri the Mantri to look more like a (melting) chocolate cake.

And he obviously had plenty of time on his hands. "But what's wrong with it? Why can't it make calls?" "Because it doesn't have currency". A hint of impatience from the good inspector, "Why doesn't it have currency? You broke?" "No I'm not broke, I purposely don't put currency in it because I hate cell phones". Inspector Kaizar thought about that for a second before pronouncing judgement. He was not a hasty man. "That's the dumbest thing I ever heard. What do you do if you're in sticky spot and you need to make a call?". "I borrow a phone. Please... can I borrow your phone?" Inspector Kaizar sighed and handed him his phone. Abhi muttered a thank you and called George immediately.

"Hey Abhi what's up?"
"How'd you know it was me?"
"It usually is when I don't recognise the number. What's up?"
"Nothing ra, I got arrested"
"Stealing mangoes again?"
"Ya ra, can you come help?"
"I'll be there in 10 minutes. The chocolate cake on 5th cross right?"
"Yup"

One hour later the mess was cleaned up and Abhi and George were making their way out of the building. "By the way inspector", Abhi told him, "If you're planning to come and shut down Maya on Thursday night, come a little early and catch the show, you'll see one more reason I still have this mobile phone..."

Lounge Piranha LIVE at Maya - 3rd floor, The Bombay Store, M.G. Road
Thursday, 7th June, 8.45pm onwards
Hundred bucks entry at the door. Mobile jam inside.

and also tring tring tring tring tring... (new song alert!)


... and www.loungepiranha.com for one cup sykosis...
... and www.myspace.com/loungepiranhamusic for one plate music

Do you also rememebr
How we built a fire behind the door of our room
With that lovely, glossy blue paper for fuel
And how we made Yashoda promise not to tell
And she did, promise that is
But she told anyway
And we all got into shit

He he
:)

Category: Shit

Do either of you remember
How when we were very little
We would weigh ourselves
Then carry the dog
Weigh ourselves again
And subtract the difference?

:)

Category1: Possession of useful informations
Category2: How to calculate how heavy the dog is
Category3: Rememberings and smilings and how we used to be