sip

the rays of sunlight falling through the wheel of the bicycle made the cat look eerie.. stripes across its body, transformed the feline into a jailed felon.. the crime?. dont know,.. spatial awareness allows him to finally taste freedom.. after the minutes of lethargy and being dumbfounded.

the tring tring of the bicycle bell has evolved.. in some sorts.. into a plastic irritating honk that sounds like a duck with a frog stuck down its throat.. i guess that just goes with my theory that the smaller the vehicle, larger the sound emanating from its horn or whatever.. the high pitched and long lasting peepee of the bikes gets me friggin mad.. wish i could heave a rock or 2 at the helmet clad retard.

saw something fulfilling the other morning.. a crow investigates the mug of water i had placed on the window sill, takes a sip, deems it fit for consumption, downs a beakfull or 2. gathers.. and flies off... a moment later, a mynah comes around, flutters its white-ended feathers, lands... peers through the mug, finds what it expected... sips, in a more sophisticated manner than the crows (the crow just dowright gargles), and flies off in a huff... a pigeon lands to complete the trio, just looks at the mug, gives the typical retarded red-eyed stare into nothingness, decides that its confused, and flies away

we dont need no edookeshun

dragging myself out of bed and trying to make it for the 7 am lecture was a routine during college days.. the front benchers jeer at me when i enter midway through the lecture, i ignored the stinky-looks the lecturer gave (nilima), the glare at the watch (pinky) .. others (vitu, iyer sir, menon m'am) didnt' mind the late entry, probably thankful i made an entry (not so happy when i dozed off 6 mins later).. pandey sir was the only one till date to appreciate the honesty i exhibited by sleeping in his class.. calling it a true litmus test of his class.

anje the bright used to pretend that she didnt' pay all too much attention in class, joking arnd when the prof was on the phone or was interrupted by outsiders, but confounded us when she topped at first, n then made it a routine, her obsession with all things underwater (not just some lame creek or pond.. she set her sights on the limitless ocean).. conjuring mystical hybrids and mentally doing her egyptian hunk of an excuse so many times.. he ought to be mentally ravaged by now

sam and nam, the eternal twins, conjoined souls.. were mirrors of each other in jest, tomfoolery or sometimes (most times) ignorance.. spike was the class act/clown.. making it for the morning class was as easy for him as trying out for the AC Milan first division team... parker the ever mr. popular, with his cursive handwriting and smooth talks charmed all the femmes in the class.. the proverbial "good boy" ...jaya and anu rounded off the group.. paying searing attention in class and proving it in the papers.

making us an unconventional n wacky group that misses being that way today..

here's hoping we reunite soon, days, months, years probably from now.. hoping we cease our lives to relive the above.. doesnt' matter how fat, thin, old we get, or immature we stay..

sanatorium

i dont want to know who lost or won in cricket, anywhere, in any format.. i dont want to know how many riots, pillages, accidents, bird droppings affected some remote village or town or city, how many car windshields were trashed by pigeon poop and traffic jams created at peak hours anywhere.

i dont wana know how much bollywood puppets make a year, per movie, or how much discounts they offer their "buddy" producers/directors whatever. i dont wana know why dhoni is a better captain than ganguly or my society watchman.

i dont wana know how many ways in which a damn chilli can be chopped and added into a steel vessel.. i dont wana know how much rain will fall or how long it'l be till it arrives if its gona be anybody's guess at the end of the day.. i dont wana know how many people are spending entire lives in the city courts.

i just wana be left alone