UNAGI!

so...this was around the time when kiran and me used to have these mental psychic thingies(observe how i call it "thingies" since we hadnt found a word for it yet back then)....its like i'd be thinking of a song......two milliseconds after which kiran will be singing the xact same song(she's less embarrassed about her bad voice and hence she is more vocal abt her thghts).......not exaggarating(i normlly do).....and then it'd go like
(scene shifts to kiran's balcony.....i on bean bag....she on stool like chair like dresser like thing)
nishad: what song are you singing?
kiran: summer loving....grease...."summer lovin...happened at laast.."
nishad: kiraaaaaaannnn....i was thinking of the exact same hundred percent ditto same-to-same
gaana(eyes are wide to their limit by now)
kiran: yesssssssaaaaa?....i'm so impressed by our....you know....you know...unagi!
nishad: unagi?(i start recollecting..eyes lost to faraway...hands grazing my chin..cut scene!)

unagi, i recalled later, was this word they used in one of the episode for friends for smthing tht i cant remember now(neither cld i remember then).....but did recall enuf to remember it didnt mean....you know....you know......our psychic thingie.....scene shift.....close up of the serenely quiet and peaceful screen of kiran's mobile.....then one second of silence....silence before the explosion....the mobile explodes with a single but loud beep!....thr is a fraction of a second to notice the time on the screen(2.30 am)...before the screen says "1 new message".........screen shift to a list of names....with an open envelope logo to their left.....names whirr by..."taru"..."suze"..."bob".....and above all these....one unique one....an unopened envelope to the left....it said "nishad".......she opens......"ungi dsnt mn wht u sd it mns....u usd it in wrng cntxt.....it mns smthing else......frm frnds no?".......a quick click on reply option.....and in the background....sound of keys being punched rapidly and mercilessly......."dnt cre......it snded lke an ungi mmnt.....yez....frm frnds wnly ya".......i think.....she's right(like she always is)....whats wrong with using a word if it feels right and it helps you get rid of the pain of not having a word for smthing....its like a fishbone in the throat.....if a dog feels like the word "cat" to me....who's gonna stop me....plus we werent being as mundane as calling a cow a shark or something....we were using a word tht doesnt have too much of usage in the daily vocabulary of people of india....plus this was more like an inside joke.....i have all justifications....hence....the mental psychic thing was thus christened....unagi....we also stole ross' hand action while saying unagi.....funnily enough...the unagi cases started dropping....i became a little upset...then.....a day or two before kiran left.....the scene shifts to kiran's bed room.....kiran...eka....me...waiting for karan to come....
kiran: how was the play?who all went?
nishad: twas okay...it was in manipuri or smthing....me karan and sowmya went
eka : we saw 'arry potter..
nishad: yea?...who all ya?
eka : me,kiran,karan,sowmya
nishad:.hm...gr8...listen.....thrs smthing i need to talk to you guys about
kiran: yes...shit....i was also thinking the same thing
nishad:how can you-?(i look at her eyes.....she knows)
eka :wait wait....whts this about.....oooo.....wait wait....dont tell...that thing?
kiran :...yes darling....
nishad:.....she knows too?
kiran:...its waaay too obvious.,...
(enter karan)
karan:hey.....wats up
nishad: nuthing....waiting to start the part-tay
karan:....we need to buy pepsi...
nishad:....before that.....the three of us need to talk to you about this thing
karan:.....shit shit shit shit....i knew this was coming.....i can understand abt nishad...how did
you girls know.....
kiran:.....its waaaay too obvious
karan:......shit!
i think....unagi!

the egoistic god!!!!

''pray to god....or else he will punish you''........sound familiar?......i dont think any person....living or dead...has been spared the threat.......lucky for me.....i have the balls to laugh at any person saying tht to me now....sadly.....most ppl.....most of them elder than me agewise....still pee in their pants if they skip a prayer......to not divert from the topic...i'll put my reservations against the conventional god aside......lets say he exists....and really does punish ppl who dont pray to him........so we have a god who gives stuff to ppl who sing in his praise without meaning it.....and punish ppl who dont pledge aloud tht they respect him atleast once a day. ......a god who likes to hear his praises tht flow out of fear and not genuine respect......and hates ppl who spare the surrounding subjects of the cacophony.....yea....tht would be my perfect image of the bully of the millenuim.....a common man who doesnt mind the hypocracy as long as they fear him......I believe tht thr exists a superior force tht can affect our way of life......but giving it wierd forms and shapes is not a sign of intelligent life....i beleive tht thr exists a force tht created life....and it is a force tht doesnt need proof or pledges to know who respects it and who doesnt.......if prayin loudly and doin things in the name of god is civil.....osama is the prophet we have been waiting for......i beleive god is an artist.....and thr is no better way to show him respect than to appreciate his creation.....his perfect setup called earth.....and if i am wrong and thr really does exist such an egoistic god......i'd like to cite the provisions under the Goonda act.....i demand justice my lord.............

double-yoo-aech-waaaaiii(W H Y)

why.....this word often reminds my diagrammatic mind of those sums of boolean algebra whr we draw a whole circuit starting from one dot......wht was it called......circuit diagram?...anyway.....like anybody else....the word why is a part of my response to certain stimulations.....''come here''....''why''.....''can u lend me a buck a mento?'' ''why''.....''can i come over''.....''why''......and hey....i think this is perfectly reasonable and logical....after all this is the age of science.....we gtta question every damn think.....if u dnt ask...u aint gnna get the answers....so gettin back to the circuit diagram....in my mind....why forms tht dot tht we make at the beginning of the circuit...and then an indefinite number of circuits made of words strung to tht small dot.....''why did tht have to happen''....or the more common one(for me)....''why did i have to open my big fat mouth''.....mostly jus cryin over spilt milk......but this is not tht bad as these questions are a routine.....no big deal....if the milk is spilt.... get some more......but thr are other times.....''why did she do this to me''....''why did he backstab me''.....''wht does he have against me''.....its at times like these whn the ''WHY'' is no more rhetorical.....and u really need answers to those questions.....its at times like these tht the three independent letters form a dangerous nexus to tighten around ur mind like a noose.....and the time is running out too fast to do wht is required....thinking out of the box.....we r stuck with nuthin but frustrated attempts to answer these questions which value to null....and the easiest cure is ''i dnt kno....shit happens....cant do anythin bout it''.....this can undenialbly work....but if it fails....crash...........wht we need to understand is tht thr are certain circuits in this boolean math tht negate the negative trend....if thr is a ''why'.....thr also is a ''why not''.....if thr is a ''why did she do this to me....or why did he backstab me''.....thr also is a ''why expect anything frm them''.......now i am not talkin bout the qualities of our beloved pope bendict IVth(god bless his soul).....its not like ''dont expect anythin frm a person ...jus do ur duty towards thm''.....nope.....jus dnt expect ppl to always be nice to u.....always be on the guard for em to fuck you...so u can fuck em back twice...cheers

contemprarily speaking!!

this entry is a strong thought against a contemprory evil which most of us dreaded the second we thought of our freshman lives....if the reader has guessed its ragging.....it only means its an issue gnawing thoughts of the same....a freshman was put through a worst-case scenario today.....standing in a crowded amenity of the madras transport corp. on a scorching after noon(bad enuf!!)....he was robbed off his money...phone....and was given a thrashing bad enuf to blind him for a while..all in the name of ragging...the poor wretch could do nothing but pen down this blog.....he could have jus given up on the issue the very second he had his ''hunch'' that he was gonna get robbed...and simply accept tht shit happens!.....but he chose to put up a fight tht never was....get beaten up...and wonder how limitlessly can shit happen.......so thr i was....wondering anyway...and
suddenly the loss of my stuff didnt enrage me anymore.....thr i was ''sufi'' style...all thinkin bout the excuse that helped these people to justify their acts to themselves in the first place.....suddenly...mugging conviniently becomes ragging.....and we believe it isnt criminal anymore......jus a bunch of seniors raggin us.....its like...thrs nothing criminal about it......someone said once..''the greatest trick the devil ever pulled through was to make everyone believe tht he doesnt exist''......if u ask me.....crime cant get more perfect than this....its so perfect.....th many of us actually look forward to commiting it innocently whn we arent freshers anymore....and we can say ''hey!!take it in good spirit.....its jus ragging...''.....well.....to all those looking forward to tht day...all i can say is.....u wont find me by ur side saying anything of tht sort.......cuz i have decided to give up on a dangerously immature ''practice''.......and if ppl actually continue to believe an anti-social actvity is a way of commanding respect frm juniors......thn i can only look up....laugh....and yell at the devil..''thts one helluva trick''

confessions of a blogging dresser

welcome(with drawers wide open).....to the expressed pages of a conscious dresser......surprised.... well....i'm not that you are.....anyway.Technically i'm display no.439k in the IKEA catalogue...but it sucks to be christened by a bunch of guys who call themselves IKEA (what the hell is an IKEA?)...So.....during other times......when romance is the word.....i like to call myself "ned".Why?...no reason.....And romance for a dresser??....no reason again.....My physical appearances....solid rosewood.....a thomas chippendale design.....Old fashioned you say?.....i say classy.....the romantic i am......I've been with the ikea guys for a year now.....but in my defence.....men of taste are a rare species.....The "home furnishings" apartment(department and aisle are terms for the unconscious lot) ever since i was brought in.....Placed right opposite the sofa section.People walk in all the time.....sitting on sofas......testing how hard...soft....smooth...."bouncy"....so on and so forth.....the sofas are.Staring at me by default.....almost as if asking my opinion on how they picture on the sofas.....and then there was another day....the same routine(sofa...testing....stare....opinion)......but there was something different....a glimmer in the eye.....glint of interest....it was due(overdue may be a term too strong according to the ikea sales expectancy tabulation).....call it fate...destiny....karma.....we dressers are mostly athiests.....i'd call it redemption