Simian Rivalry

A recent survey among the girls of Hyderabad, given a choice....would it be,



OR








the contest seemed too one-sided

One of them even said 'sorry' and ......

'Sorry?'- Hey! she said 'sorry' after all.

Reminds me of a poem from my intermediate text book,

"La belle damme sans merci"

Neva quite liked it, but twas fun listening to people pronounce it in

da most obnoxious of ways.

Losing to a monkey in Zoo , doesn't really leave you with a great feeling.

Yabba-Dabba-Doo!

at some point, disillusion breaks and u become...

Ans.

A lot of times, these days I get these Qs hurled at me “ wot have u been upto?” “ u have changed man!” “ neva saw u” “ what r ur plans?” ( in dat order)…hmmm…generally i handle them how dravid would handle a bouncer…but now dat I m back in the nets, I think , I'll let Dostoevsky retort..

I have been eking out my days in my corner with a bitter feeling that I cud not become anything: neither bad nor good, neither a scoundrel nor a hero.
At the moments when I was capable of all the refinements of “ lofty and the beautiful” , as they say, yes , at those moments I…no , not felt but indulged in such unseemly acts as…..well, in a word, such acts as are, perhaps ,committed by everyone, but which in my case occurred, as if on purpose, just when I was most keenly aware that they should never occur at all.
The more I became aware of this , the deeper I sank into my slime, and the more likely I was to get mired down in it altogether. But the main point is that all this seemed to take place within me not by chance , but as though it had to be so. As though this were my most normal condition. I almost came to believe that this indeed was my normal condition.
I would gnaw and gnaw at myself in silence, tearing and nagging at myself until the bitterness would finally begin to turn into a kind of shameful, damnable sweetness and , in the end- into a definite , positive pleasure.
This pleasure comes from the awareness of your own degradation; from the knowledge that you have gone to the utmost limit, that is despicable . That I no longer have a way out , that I will never become a different man. Even if there were still time and faith enough to change myself , I do not wish to change, and, if u wished, u wud do nothing about it anyway, because, infact ,there is perhaps nothing to change to. I’ve sometimes felt embarrassed by it but I wouldn’t have been able to take revenge on anyone, since, I would surely never have brought myself to do anything even if I could .why not? Well…

rain drops keep falling on my head

THINGS happen , and u know there are some other THINGS which are going to happen in life

and the only THING ringing in your mind....

"is god dead?"

musthafa ....musthafa....

I have a messenger called yahoo, where i got this offline.....

Once, a constant and e raised to x (e^x) were going down a road, when they spotted the derivative operator at a junction. The constant started perspiring -- fully in tension. He said, "Oh shit ... the derivative will convert me into zero". e^x was cool, he said,"Ha! the derivative can't do anything to me, I am e^x." So, in an overconfident manner, he went to the junction, while constant stayed back. e^x went there, and told the derivative, "I am e^x, you can't do anything to me!" The derivative replies back, "I'm not d/dx, I'm d/dy”.

holi haiiiiiin !!!

"Watching those colours blowing in the wind and the cheerful crowd spreading happiness,an abyss of fortune or of temparament sundered him from them. His mind seemed older than theirs- it shone coldly on their strifes and happiness and regrets like a moon upon a younger earth. No life or youth stirred in him as it had stirred in them.He had neither known the pleasure of companionship with others nor the vigour of rude male health nor filial piety.Nothing stirred within his soul but a cold and cruel and loveless tune. His childhood was dead or lost and with it his soul capable of simple joys and he was drifting amid life like the barren shell of the moon.

Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless...?

He repeated to himself these lines of Joyce.Its alternation of sad human ineffectiveness
with vast inhuman cycles of inactivity chilled him that reminded him of his own human and
ineffectual grieving."
Brushing aside these thoughts,

Tralala lala,
Tralala tralaladdy,
Tralala lala,
Tralala lala

---- he went on, when an eagle dressed as an angel from the skies descended on him,
Pulled out his eyes................apologized
Pulled out his eyes.......and .....apologized

Washed away

As i sauntered along the beach with the early stars of the night
i tripped on shells, i tripped on lives
--newly weds ,younger lovers , howling kids and B.E kids
lost in their own worlds
Innocent shells in all colors
colored the shore
as the orange sun sank deeper into the blanket of clouds

My eyes tried to reach as far as they could
When, a distant wave waved out to me
I cried out aloud only to be answered by another woosh
I looked around giving out a surprised stare
But my people as ever had no blinks to spare

The wave it seemed had a story to tell and after a long time it seemed
Someone was interested in me
the wooshing sound reverberated in my inner world
As if a some one was playing a song with the strings of my heart
The more it pulled , deeper was the calm
In this deserted world of clamor
in solitude I spent those moments of confusion
waiting for the wave to wash me away
Away from the horizon into the sun where the rainbow always sleeps

I started bidding my farwell to the shore ,
As the wave got closer
Shells in different hues touched my feet trying to stop me
But with strength I moved ahead eager to meet my wave
I fought harder but the simple shells were in full force
But I was sure that my wave would free me

It came , wooshed ,and left
in total disbelief i stood before i realised it went away without me
I tried to catch up with it
But the land under me was slipping
I picked up a stone in my arm as if to wage a war with the ocean and all the gods
When suddenly I looked down
Only to find that the shells I was playing with
Were the shards of my dreams
And broken dreams ,I learnt, never get washed away

u No ooooh ....

Jaana suno hum tum pe marte hain
Tumse mohabbat karte hain

Chaahat meri haseen koi gunaah hai nahin
Ye jo mohabbat hai
Yehi to ibaadat hai
To phir aao pyaar mein jalayein dil
Jalke bujh na paayein dil
Hai apni manzil yahin pe
Aa ab kahin na ja
Tum kahin bhi jaao yahin pe hai aana
Ki dil ka dil hai thikaana

Jaana suno hum tum pe marte hain
Tumse mohabbat karte hain

Aao kuchh asie milein hum tumse
Ki aaj khuda bhi hasn pade humpe
Milein hum milein hum
Tumse tumse
Ki Khuda khuda
Bhi hans de hans de
To phir aao pyaar mein jalayein dil
Jalke bujh na paayein dil
Hai apni manzil yahin pe
Aa ab kahin na ja
Tum kahin bhi jaao yahin pe hai aana
Ki dil ka dil hai thikaana

Jaana suno hum tum pe marte hain
Tumse mohabbat karte hain

Ek duje mein hum yoon kho jayein
Main hoon ki tum khud dhoondh na payein
Do badan do badan
Yoon mile yoon mile
Ki pata ki pata
Na chale na chale
To phir aao pyaar mein jalayein dil
Jalke bujh na paayein dil
Jalke bujh na paayein dil
Pyaar mein jalayein dil
Jalke bujh na paayein dil

Jaana suno hum tum pe marte hain
Tumse mohabbat karte hain

-- croonings of a confused 'bert in mid-sea, capsized from a 'banana' ride

I m sorry to say ....

other epithets that might have crossed your mind:

--- sachchindu po

--- em chestam ...life babu ....life

--- finally!