List of things I'm not likely to become

-Chess Grand Master
-Bollywood Film playback singer

Lecture

Me: Tobacco


Kamal: Smoking?


Me: Someone is


Kamal: Hmm


Me: I could smell it


Kamal: Don't get into that trip ok?


Me: ..
Ok
Any other trip?
Ok?


Kamal: Depends
Heroine
Cocaine
No
Ok?


Me: Hampi, Manali
Yes?


Kamal: Ah
Super
Yes yes
Of cource


Me: What about marijuana?


Kamal: Why?


Me: Or hashish
Because easily available in Manali?
Grows by the wayside?


Kamal: I see
Lots of kaka on road - you eat?


Me: ..
No


Kamal: Same


Me: Ok
.


Kamal: :-)




Lesson learned: One big college lecturer this Kamal is

List: Things to do

-Rob manager's sharpener
-Compliance
-Contemplate becoming quasi Hindu and/ or start my own religious group
-Learn how to say 'So What?' in Hindi
-Finish breakfast
-Buy snow boots

Manali

The word Manali literally means “the abode of Manu”.

Source: Wikipedia
Mood: Slightly disappointed

(Excuse me, we're probably going to Manali instead of Nepal. Pack your snow boots.)

Temple Town

I wanted to go to a temple town.
I imagined it would be like this.
Stone and cool against my skin
And that the world would stop.
I've wanted that for a while now
And also to go to a temple town.

Category: Carousel

Wanted

a)Hindi teacher to teach me to say to the Pakistani driver: 'If any of these women bother you, shout at them!' AND 'Watch the road!'

b)Jello shot maker teacher

a softer world

a softer world

Cricket

Laura (Sister):
I don't know who's funnier to watch during a cricket match.
Richard (Sister's Husband), Mamma (Mamma) or Megan (Sister's Baby)

Dadda of course will be peacefully snoring through the whole thing.

Richard will yell and scream every time someone gets out.

Mama will sit and do her jadoo mantras and put the cross on the tv and say things like my toe to you Pakistan, come on Sreeshanti use your third eye!

And Megan will look at Richard and Mama and yell along without any idea of what's going on.


:-)
Category: Home store

Her super power is that she smiles
And his is that he's kind.
Together I think they could take over the world.


Category 1: Superheros
Category 2: Wondering what it's like to fly around downtown

Ya Vas Lyubil

Ya vas lyubil: lyubov' eshe, byt' mozhet,
V dushe moei ugasla ne sovsem;
No pust' ona vas bol'she ne trevozhit;
Ya ne hochu pechalit' vas nichem.
Ya vas lyubil bezmolvno, beznadezhno,
To robost'yu, to revnost'yu tomim;
Ya vas lyubil tak iskrenno, tak nezhno,
Kak dai vam bog lyubimoi byt' drugim.

I loved you; even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain;
But do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.
Hopeless and tonguetied, yet I loved you dearly
With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely,
I pray God grant another love you so.

Alexander Pushkin (1829)

Picture promise

About how 1: Funny I dress these days
About how 2: Horrible I am at taking pictures of myself

Wiley Coyote

Every time I buy a pair of slippers, the boy ROBS them.
SO,
I've started buying only pink slippers.

He he he

Category: Wiley Coyote

Boss

'Give this to the Boss.' She told the office boy, handing him a presentation
And he came straight and gave it to me, ignoring the Managing Director entirely.

:-)

Category: Humour

I felt it in my stomach before I realised it was the smell.
I smelled Nainital yesterday.
In a big yellow bottle of Vaseline body lotion.

Lounge Piranha- Magic Tricks

SEE HERE YOU!

Things get killed all the time.
You know; cats, time, bill.
But not curiosity.
Never that.

Everything stops; stands still for a moment.
But your mind races.

Worthy Opponents

"And let that be a lesson to you Cyclop!", Ulysses shouted out as his ships left the shore. It was a mistake which he would pay for dearly. A short distance away on the beach the now-blinded-one-eyed-monster let out a bloodcurdling bellow, which his father, the lord of the seas, heard very loudly and very clearly. Ulysses was a marked man. A terrible storm picked up his ships and hurled them around the ocean for days until eventually the poor company of weary sailors were tossed onto a beautiful little island. Their ships anchored, they began exploring Dali's beach only to find a disinterested bunch of native folk sitting around, eyes glazed, eating lotuses. So they tried some o dem lotuses too. And they ate some more. And more. Until their eyes glazed over, bodies relaxed, lay back wondering where it was they were trying to head to in the first place. And finding no good reason to leave this semi-concious dreamy wonderland, Ulysses' men ate more lotuses and lay back with eyes closed and lips curled into half a smile. And that was how Lord K found them when he floated down onto the island on yet another rescue mission. "Ladies and gentlemen, respected opponents, honoured chief guests, teachers, parents, and my dear friends..", he spoke into the megaphone, "this is my island, and these are my lotuses, and you jokers are not only trespassing, but by eating them you are ruining the eco-system.." "..ruining the eco-system runing the eco-system...", the words echoed across the skies... and into the super-sensitive ears of Captain Green. "Somebody needs us!", he addressed his protege, "let's go save somebody Doctor Doom", and together they flew towards the voice.

Meanwhile Lord K was starting to enjoy himself, "The topic for today's debate..", the megaphone blasted, "should these pathetic losers be spared? Or not? I am of the opinion..." Ulysses realised the gravity of the situation. "Lord K", he implored, "Don't be so hasty, my men had no idea, let's talk about this..". "Worthy opponent", Lord K shouted into the megaphone which was one inch away from Ulysses' face. "is it your opinion that these men should be spared?". Ulysses answered, "Er.. yes..but...", Lord K, turned his back to him addressing a captive audience which had suddenly appeared on the beach, "Respected judges, my worthy opponent feels that these men should be spared..."
All at once Captain Green and Doctor Doom swooped down on the scene, "What's the problem Lord K?". "The problem my dear friends", said Lord K still speaking into the megaphone, "is that these men, in their hurry to reach Ithaca where Penelope awaits their arrival, have forgotten about the hand that feeds them". Ulysses little confoos now. "and so I decided to remind them about a little thing called maya", he said pointing towards the sea where Venus was rising from the foam projecting lotuses onto the land, and suddenly the images changed and there was a woman washing clothes, and they changed again and bats were flying into the night sky, and Ulysses understood now what his duty was.

Thursday, 6th September, 9pm LP LIVE at Maya (Bombay Store, MG Rd), 150 bucks entry

Thursday, 13th September, 9pm, LP and Penelope Spencer, LIVE at The Sheraton, Jaipur

Friday, 14th September, 9pm, LP and Penelope Spencer, LIVE at Mirage, Crowne Plaza, New Delhi

(www.myspace.com/penelopespencer)


And one more announcement: Shatrix! released...George has gone bananas. Do check the website for the release of the new Piranha comic...


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

Some people are too precious to have missed knowing.

I loved the way he sat.
He said his Grandfather taught him to sit that way.


Category: North East India Style

I love that about her.
That she smiles.
She always smiles.


Category: Makes you smile and makes me smile along

Not fully awake.
Not asleep.
Conscious.
Oblivious.

Inadequate

Season

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
a time of war, and a time of peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

He lived his life, to put it quite plainly, according to Newton's Third.

:-)
Category: Physics class

'You're going to think I'm a loser.'

'Another girl?' (smile)

'Yes. But it's not that.'
She's really nice, you know. And she has a MUSTANG!! I'm in love with her!
But...
(shamefaced)
...She's white. I don't know how I could like a white chick. Gahhh! (Makes a horrible face)'


So I explain to the boy, that white people are humans too and they can't help being where they're from and that if they're nice and fun to be with and own super cars, it's alright to like them.


I think we're starting to have too much self pride.
Category: Self pride

My Dear Kamal,
In opposition to your statement the other day, I would like to state that I am as sidey as I think I am.
Below is a list of proof of the fact.
To begin:
- I learned one sidey dance step from Govinda movie.
-I say oosjhu.
-And I have one flag of Great Britain banyan vest. (Ok, I don't, but I can always get one)


See??

Yours respectfully,




.

The Egyptian baker in the Lebanese bakery downstairs told me that he wanted to be my boyfriend.

.

So I said Haram.
I'm a girl.
And that he shouldn't worry girls.

He he
:)
Funny.


. = at a complete loss for an appropriate reaction

The first year away was alright, fun even.
But this second year.
It's turning out to be
Such a drag.

What's the good word?

Lord K turned hurriedly away from the mirror barely giving himself a second glance. As he turned a streak of light flashed from the mirror, followed quickly by another. He didn't notice.
He left, making his way to the local pub for some rum and some food and company. He sat sipping his rum and watching her. She seemed so familiar. And then suddenly, he doubled over with pain. He couldn't tell what had hit him. When he opened his eyes he saw her leaning over him a look of mild concern on her face. 'Come with me', she whispered. 'Quickly'.
Too disoriented to think clearly he struggled up and holding on to her, they made their way out into the street. 'I'm going to give you a clue', she said to him.
'What?' he looked confused.
'What's the good word for, Deadly sins, Dwarves, Brides&Brothers ?', she asked, ignoring his confusion. ' Think.' She said. 'You could be our one chance at winning this round'.
'Listen lady, he said. 'I don't know what you're talking about. I don't think I care. The only thing I want right now is a hot bath and a bed and a woman. Interested?'
'I'm sorry .'he said, almost immediately contrite. 'I didn't mean to sound that way. I think I'd better just go home.'
'It's too late for that.' He was politely informed. 'Your answer , if you answer correctly is the only thing that can save us now.
It's the key to WHAT."
'What?' Sir Kamal asked again, even more confused.
'WHEN, WHERE and WHY can come later.' the lady continued, ignoring him some more.
'Here, this might help', she then said, handing him a glass of hot toddy. 'It's been known to help people think clearly.'
Sir Kamal tentatively takes a sip.
The number 7 slowly forms in his mind. Deadly sins? He wonders.
Snowhite and the 7 dwarves? Enlightenment dawns.
7 Brides for 7 Brothers! he shouts out aloud. Full excitement.

777 he loudly proclaims.





The word? - 777
The when?- 6th July 2007
The where?- Maya, 3rd Floor, Bombay Stores, M.G. Road
The why?- Because we like him

It's easy to spot an art or a journalism student.
I always get the feeling they're taught, they learn, to love certain things.
As if it were an unsaid prerequisite, to be a part of the set, that world.
So easy.
Pulp Fiction for the boys, Amelie for the girls, Heart of Darkness anyone? Didn't you fall in love with The Little Prince?
So many more I could think of.
So easy, lemon squeasy.
:)

For every Mary there is a Martha.
If there were no Marthas all the Marys in the world would starve to death.

Courtesy: www.notesinmypocket.blogspot.com
Category: :) Funny

Freedom Jam

Ladies and gentlemen, respected teachers, and my dear friends,

Welcome to 60 years of independence. Lounge Piranha will play the Freedom Jam festival to be held on Sunday, the 5th of August at Palace Grounds. Three stages, 60 bands etc etc etc promises to make it Bangalore's biggest annual musical spectacle. The show starts around 3pm and goes on till the khaki cowboys show up around 10. According to the schedule (http://www.freedomjam.net/default.asp?page=comm), we should go on around 7.40 on the Arena stage. But come early and play football.... For more info about the jam, see www.freedomjam.net.

Ok bye. - LP

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A chicken and an egg are lying in bed.

The chicken is leaning against the headboard, a satisfied smile on its
face.

The egg, looking a bit irritated, grabs the sheet, rolls over, and says,
"Well, I guess we finally answered THAT question!"


Category1: One of the three dirty jokes I know :)
Category2: Which came first? The chicken or the egg?

Nepal

'Carrying 500-rupee notes in Indian currency is a punishable offence in Nepal'

Source: Wikitravel
Mood: Anticipatory

:)

Maya

She was in control of her emotions until the nadaswaram player started blowing his horn. He was controlling the cow. The cow was being told to destroy everything. And how the cow tore down the mansion of success Oprah had laboriously constructed over the years. Even Cartman who'd been a harmless piece of fiction until then was starting a cast a shadow - she watched helplessly as the rudest animated character ever created, began to come to life in her studio. This was history in the making but it was time to put an end to this madness. She stood on one leg and did penance for two thousand years until lord Shiva was forced to grant her an army of 300 of his very best and they came flying down from the heavens towards her studio. Kamal, sensing some potential danger here, sent up the piranha signal into the sky. Three thousand miles away, Rohan (who'd just recently vanquished his worst enemy - the exam monster) was now in a death duel with a new and infinitely more powerful adversary who'd crept up and wrapped her tentacles around him while he wasn't looking - the job monster. Even she had to step aside though, and let him answer the call of the piranha. "I'll be back...", he said sheepishly and sped off towards Kurukshetra. By the time he reached there, Abhi and Electron Rahul had already emailed themselves to Chicago and the battle was already raging....

Two thousand miles away in Himachal, an apple lands on a bearded old man's head. The old man disappears completely. Far far away, Geroge appears in flesh and blood behind a drum kit and the rest of the band is already jamming. The machine guns have turned into guitars, the chakras have turned into a laptop and Oprah rubs her eyes in disbelief as she realises that everything she saw was just

Maya

(The Bombay Store building, MG Road)

Thursday 2nd August 2007 8.30pm

George is back and so is Lounge Piranha :)

and the website is acting a bit strange so take it with a pinch of salt.

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I've found

I've found some nice things.
-an ocean with no waves
-a wall to climb


Category: Super things

The Whore

In the morning a woman exits an appartment hurriedly, coffee mug in her hand.
'Late?' my eyes ask. Friendly.
'I drink it in the car.' She tells me.
We smile at each other as we wait for the lift.

In the evening I get into the lift with another woman.
Covered. Smelling strongly.
The curls of her coloured, fake hair sticking out under the cloth of her head cover. An abaya parting at her legs, covers her body.
Sun glasses.
She doesnt' talk.
She enters an appartment.

The same one.

You never believed me when I told you that I read bottom up.
I do.
:)

Scrimmage

Scrimmage- The contest between two opposing teams that begins at the time the ball is snapped until it is out of play; also, a practice game, often between teams formed from the same squad of players.

*For you. And that t-shirt I still have but never wear :) I miss you.

I noticed yesterday that I can pataav guys.
Heh :)



Mood: Amused
Category: Chance noticings

It never occurred to me before now, that I can if I please, (and I do :)) have a picture of a hot guy as my wall paper. You know, how boys have pictures of hot girls as theirs? :)

So.

This, everybody is my new wallpaper.

The ambiguity colors it fine. Leaving a lot to imagination and subtracting more.

-Anonymous (Only not)

My palm

A constant reminder
Of what.
Of what not.

Haunted Hotel

It wasn't even a little bit haunted.

An estimation.

Lotus

"Yes... he went to the mountains a few years ago after job quatted, we're still waiting for him to come back", answers Kamal.

"But...", said Oprah, wiping away one tear drop from her left eye, "How long can you wait for him to come back?"
"As long as it takes him, Oprah", said Kamal,
Oprah is an about-to-burst dam. The entire studio audience is an over filled water balloon about to explode.
"Such commitment...", she starts, Kamal cuts her off, "Oprah, haven't you ever heard of side projects? Here take this hanky and console yourself."
"But your side project has become an international super-hit, why don't you call it your main project?", she takes the hanky and cosoles herself. "Such commitment...anyway", she continues, "because your undying devotion, we arranged a little surprise for you. Someone is backstage waiting to reunite with you forever", she says facing the audience with a big smile.
One tear drop starts coming from Kamal's right eye. "Oprah... did you find Geor...?"

But before he can complete the sentence, Cartman comes running out from backstage wearing a dress and crazy make-up shouting, "Wha-ever wha-ever, I'll do what I want!", Nagraj from Raj comics comes out shooting snakes at him, Oprah starts to scream, a cameraman falls off from above, a cow jumps into the audience, a fire starts....

Far far away in Himachal Pradesh, in an orchard where no roads reach, a man with a very long beard smiles and switches off the tv in his little cottage. He picks up his papers and felt pens and a basket of lunch and heads towards the door. He remembers when he first came here years ago to finish his graphic novel. He really did think he was going to go back in those days. He hadn't understood the tug of the mountains yet. He walks towards the path he knows so well now. He walks for a few hours, a half smile plastered on his face, he stops to rest under a tree and have some lunch. "Side project...", he murmurs to himself... just then an apple falls on his head.

What is it:
3sevens, (feat. kamal from Lounge Piranha) live at Maya

Who is it:
Kamal, lead guitar, rhythm guitar, lead vocals, side vocals, lyrics, arrangements Rohinton bass, tabla Rahul on tabla

When is it:
6th July - 8 pm onwards

How is it:
hundred bucks at the door, three hundred and seventy seven, seven inside :-)

Piranha Fry

No fairy tales this time. Just the situation as it is.

Dijeridoo man Pervez quit job situations a couple of months ago, slipped into a phone booth, turned back into Bullet man Pervez, and headed straight for the mountains after a couple of detours in Kerala and Gujrat. At least that's what we think we think. Corporate designer and drummer George then quit his job situations, put on his artist cap (tilted at a rakish angle) and also headed straight for the mountains, after playing one last gig at Maya. Armed with papers and pencils and pens he makes his way toward an apple estate in Himachal to relax and draw. He claims he'll be back in a month or so, with the stress firmly planted on the "or so".

In the meanwhile back in Gotham city, it's time to pull out some projects which have been waiting patiently the last year or more. Kamal's ready to restart 777 (Kamal + tabla + bass), Abhi's messing around with some electrons and Rohan's setting up an underground recording facility in his medical college. There obviously won't be any Lounge Piranha shows till George is back but if any of these side projects kick-off, we'll send you an email. Fair and square? Ok, happy summer holidays then!

- LP

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Rounds

-Applause
-Beer
-Ammunition



Category: What's the good word?

Haunted Hotel

Next week end we're going here.
Local rumour has it that the place is haunted and that there's a haunted village nearby too.
It seems that the village is a ghost village. Everything in the village is intact. The houses, the furniture, everything. But the village is empty. As if everybody got up one day and just left.

We'll find out next week.



*Room in the car for holy people, water, crucifixes, all that.

Indefinite, tentative

Since I'm now staying here indefinitely :(
It means I have lots more money to spend.
Super. :)

So.

Tentative plans.

December:
-Bombay-Bangalore-Coorg-Bangalore-Delhi-Nagaland-Places around Nagaland-Bangalore-Hampi (Andrew? Do you still have Fox's bike?)-Bangalore


That's all.

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!)


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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

'God has a purpose.' She insisted.
'You mean a twisted sense of humour.' I insisted right back.

He named his daughter Keira.
Just one letter away from my name, I couldn't help noticing.
After the actress? I asked.
Yes; the actress. He replied, an imperceptible pause later.

Uncomfort

My heart finds itself a home.
In
My chest
My stomach
My throat.

Rain

Andrew Kelly: Hey, want to play some scrabble.
Me: Yeah
Andrew Kelly: Great.
Scrabulous
Me: How droll
Hoover's taking effect
Andrew Kelly: Huh? - Scrabulous Kiran, it's a scrabble website where you play online.
Me: Oh
He he
Ok
Now how was I supposed to know that?
Andrew Kelly: Well I thought you were psychic.
Me: I make it rain somethimes
Andrew: My bad
Me: That's the extent of my super power
Andrew Kelly: Nice, I could use some rain here, does sometimes warrant now?
Me: If I talk about it it doesn't seem to work
Bummer no?
Andrew Kelly: Thats convient. :)
Me: Yeah
Andrew Kelly: It's like the man who goes invisible only when no ones looking at him
Me: But also inconvenient
Especially if you want to show off that you made it rain
Andrew Kelly: Bummer then.


[A little while later]


Joanne Ninan: It's raining it's pouring
Joanne Ninan: :P
Pouring here
Me: Yay
Joanne Ninan: Should cool things down a bit


[Parallel conversation]


Me: Hey Andrew
Andrew Kelly: Yeah?
Me: Look outside your window
What's it look like?
(:



Category 1: Unbelief
Category 2: Rainmaking
Category 3: Super powers
Category 4: Fabulous Scrabble
Category 5: Use of funny sounding words (droll)

Crying

My eyes were crying the other day.
I don't know why
Because I wasn't.

Category: Crybaby, chillyfry baby

Want

I never understood this not wanting.
Even though I don't.

Hail Mary, Holy Mary

Hail Mary full of grace
- I wonder if those flowers are real
Holy Mary mother of God
- I wonder if she cares if they are
Hail Mary, Holy Mary
-Hail Mary, Holey Mary?


Location: In front of the shrine to Mary, in St. Mary's Church
Category: Praying

Someone ran their fingers through my hair
And held me
And tangled their feet with mine
As I slept
Like a boy might have.
Only,
It was a girl.


Category: Platonic/Fiction

Land Route from Arabia to India

Two years ago she (my older, wizened flatmate) told me to start praying for a good husband.
And so I smiled quasi seriously at God and said, 'You heard her.'
Neglecting entirely to ask him to make me a good wife.





(:

'It doesn't have a ghost(meaning to say soul or spirit)before one or two months.' She said. Brushing away a little distractedly my concern for a child, or rather the unlikely suspicion of a child, not yet born, not likely to be born, even if the suspicion was true.


...

Nearly

I'm being coerced into staying here.
More money, it's offered.
How happy it makes everyone.
Ignoring it was never hard. It's people that were always harder.
It makes me nearly want to cry.



Mood: Uneven

I like better the idea of not being entirely in control.

Current State: Hoping to God, it's true, lurkingly suspecting, it's not

-I'd like to ask a question.


-Shoot.


-Do you know what good comes out of?


-You tell me.


-Out of bad, that's what.


-Because you can't make it
out of anything else.
-Did you know that?


-No, l didn't.
-There's another question
I'd like to ask you.
-You say there's only bad
to start with...
...and the good must come from the bad.
-Who's to determine
what's good and what's bad?


-You?
-Why not?



-How?


-Why, that's easy.
-Make it up as you go along.




(All the King's Men)

Walking back through the park after dinner.
Hungry cat.
I stop to feed it with our left over food.
The two other aunties whom I'm with, who had walked on ahead, initially oblivious; stop.
'Don't.' says the first, disapprovingly.
'God feeds the animals.' says the other persuasively, from her depth of biblical wisdom.
'Well God sure as hell DIDN'T feed this one.' I shout. It's stomach is noticibly caved in from hunger.
Fed it anyway.

I was given the most unusual talking to this weekend.
'Don't take this the wrong way.' A slightly embarrassed smile.
'What?' I look at her questioningly.
She goes on to give me an education on teen age boys and how they're going through 'hormonal' changes.
And me being the closest in age to her teen age son, could I discretely distance myself from the boy.
Er..
'Have you said anything to the boy?' I ask.
'No.'
'Because he's at that age and he'll take it the wrong way?'
'Yes.'
'Alright.' I say, wondering how I'm going to explain this distance thing to a boy who's grown attached to me because I listen to his stories about all the girls he likes and all the things he did with his friends and all the boys he's hit,wanted to and going to. That and I let him scam money, chocolate milk and nesquick from me now and again.
How to manage him and his mother.
So in the evening, the boy and I, we're lying down on our backs on the floor under the fan talking and I say 'Listen, I can't hang with you anymore.'
'What?? Why?'
'Can't tell you.' I smile at him.
'You're messing with me.'- He.
'Not.'- Me.
'I swear, if you are, I'll pound you.' He threatens.
'Not.' I say again.
'Tell me then.' He cajoles.
So I explain, that it doesn't affect me in any way, but he's going to be terribly embarrased.
He wants me to tell him anyway.
So I say. 'Alright, all the aunties think you have a crush on me. Ha ha :)'
'What?!!' He disclaims. 'You?!! You do know that even if you were the last girl on Earth, etc, etc.'
'Got it.' I say. (last girl on Earth, it seems) So from now on a couple of feet distance good?'
'Good.' He agrees.
And that everybody, is that.

It's starting to seem like a refuge home for women, the place where I stay.
The first lady left her husband, the second lady's husband left her, the third lady is in between deciding whether to leave or not leave her husband and is, in the meantime camping at our place, the fourth is waiting impatiently for a husband to marry and then;
there's me.

Current living situation: Crowded

They started talking about religion again
And I turned my head away to get away from it all
And noticed the huge cross built into the door to the entrance of the house.
Upside down it was.
Ironic.

Butterflies

They were there
Before they went away.

'Remember them here.' I said, tapping the side of her head, when she asked me what sort of camera she should buy.





Category: Pictures/Memories/Toys

It never mattered how beautiful you were.
Just whether you could hold me.
Hold my attention.

Beautiful eyes.
They had the most beautiful eyes
The Afghani labourers.
Strong features and beautiful eyes.
But what was there to do
With an abundance of beautiful eyes?

The shiny shoes.
They hurt my feet.
:(




Currently: Getting high on turpentine.
:)