The Lord of the Streets ;)

I brought this baby home this Tuesday. It certainly does wonders for my ego thats the size of Planet Jupiter. People turn and look, and look again. If I leave it unattended for about 5 minutes, its surrounded with people, who later ask me questions about its performance and mileage. Traffic signals, parking lots, roads, its the same thing... WOW... thats all I get... bottom line... wait... no bottom line... just get the FZ, you will so not have words.

A washerwoman was walking by...

And I was trying to sniffle away the pain in the ass that is my blocked nose. Forget about the washerwoman... I do not hump anything that moves. Its just an on screen persona. We are all performers, and the world is our stage, and we are but speaking from cue cards, that are filled with who what why and more questions. The song playing in the background would suit movies shot with colorblind cameras... Has anyone even heard "Beete hue lamhon ki kasak saath to hogi"??? I have. Ha!

A funeral procession just went past. With almost your regular hustle that goes into anything. It was pretty much routine. People die everyday, and they are laid to rest everyday. The amount of people that meld into the earth inconsequentially is staggering... probably posting the more ambitious amongst us against tough odds. Well... ultimately... Who will remember you after you're dead? No one... absolutely no one... and I'm not being a cynic... its such a fact of life: Cry one day, sleep on it, wake up and take a dump and brush your teeth, and have breakfast and life goes on and maybe, just maybe theres an occasional "He was a good man"... but thats just because you have to be polite. Time is the creaky, heavy, slow bull dozer, that just keeps... well... bull dozing.

And... by the way... everyone of my fellow countrymen who haven't registered for the elections already... fucking do it already. http://www.jaagore.com. Its your country dude.

Why?

does preying on the grief of a family sound like prime time news to some people?

Perfectly appropriate to watch while havin dinner?

Right...

Ajwad

Why?

Im in that mood...

Its still 10.30, early morning by any standards. So there I was, tweaking my virtual Portfolio ( I made 33% in the last 5 days thankyouverymuch), and doing some such nonsense, which now includes rushing over the headlines on the Google news page. Today I thought I'd bloghop a little. And maybe I'm going too far, but I think I understand the motivation behind most blogs:

1. The need to talk in circles. To ramble on and on about not quite something, without reaching not quite somewhere.
2. The need to stretch out emotions so much, and so far, and so much beyond recognition, that they're difficult to comprehend, even for the most sticky psychoanalysts.
3. The need to fill space with something that looks nice, reads better, but means nothing.
4. The need to make lists. It is a phenomenon, that cannot be over emphasized. (Top 100 Richest, lowest paid people in South Mumbai).
5. The need to fulfill that want for attention, thats really getting a little difficult what with the growing insignificance my fellow earthlings increasingly inherit from their forefathers.(What was I saying about filling space again?). Or lets just call it leaving footprints in the sands of e-time.
6. The need to rant... (self explained).
7. Freedom of expression! ( Protected by the Constitution, destroyed by the individual).
8. Hey... did I mention blogging is so frigging cool... you should totally check mine out :).
9. The need to be part of some mechanism, that feeds off our creativity and fills the coffers of a mostly capitalist framework, thats increasingly getting access to our most intimate and sensetive information. (Did I mention the need to rant...?).
10. Poetry.

The blogging world, quite frankly is a toilet for the written word... and what can I say... Crap away!

Dreamt up Somewhere

Happy me, is a little rare,
I feel good about my hair,
Yesterday, I did not swear,
It isnt a habit, I declare.
Rhyming, without poetic flair,
Am I good or do I dare?
Do comment, please do be fair,
Notch that I really care,

Say my name, mon cher..

cheers
Ajwad

I wont sulk...

Tday's Song: Son of a Preacher Man - Pulp Fiction OST
(It goes : Me meeee mee meee)

I'll be pseudo happy and smile a fake plastic smile and make jokes about nothing in particular, and make you believe that there is nothing wrong with me at all, while inside I burn in a fire of self loathing... but thats just me. I like to think that everythings complicated, when its not. Maybe. See... I can never tell for sure. Maybe being left handed has something to do with it. Or not.

Its been quite an uneventful week so far. I've been piling on the kilos sitting at home, because the heat is too much during the day, and I'm fasting. Work is dull, and I'm having to study everything I hated for a job tht I'm not going to like. But it pays the bills. Not that I have many right now.

Its pretty late in the night to be missing college, but at least I had someone to talk to, even at this unearthly hour, and quite possibly someone on the hostel LAN looking for a one on one battle. I miss my charsi brother, I need to fight with him every now and then... I always need someone to tell me I'm wrong.

I'm so invading my sisters space these days. For the last four years, I was a visitor every 6 months, but now she's thinking, I've to put up with this guy 24 hours a day... even my pals dreaded the possibility. She'll get used to it in a while. I hope. :)

I miss so many people right now, but this is not an acceptance speech. Well, why the hell not... Joe(chall teams bana...), Masud(For you I died), Ashim(My god... he's like grown up, by 10 years or so), Shanky(Here's a guy whose phone I can flick...:P), Sash(Yes... you and me both, my friend :S), Dad(I hope ur project is going well), Sesh(Ur not my secret keeper anymore), Mickey(I have stuff... come alone :D) and the others who were always a source of inspiration and support - NOT... dumbasses... All of them... :), but it was fun with them all through.

Whilst I wait for a reply for a text I shot off a couple of minutes back to ma luv, the green tea on my desk gets stale... Thus, I bid you good bye, my non existent readers. Later we shall meet, and a running commentary on my train of thought shall ensue. Until then however,

ciao

Aj