EVENINGS at VIZAG

A first in part of a triology. Subtitled: Journey for peacedom. Location:RK beach, Vishakapatnam.

After being fleeced by Hyderabadi autowallahs and harassed by Vijaywada booking clerks I finally reach Vizag. I head to the beach and sit down; bespectacled, barefooted, cross-legged...its the Lotus Mudra posture. The bikini-clad foreigners come and snap photos around me assuming me, considering my handlebar moustache and beard, to be some baba, fakir, miracle man...of mystical India!! I try not to ogle at their breasts. I stare ahead at the far horizon aware that I am looking at the Bay of Bengal. I wonder if I could swim through I would reach...Mumbai. The world is round remember!!

And in this east coastal horizon where the sun never sets I came to find some peace. I feel the cool wind ruffling my hair. My nipples stiffen with the chill and due to those women around I find something else stifling too.

But I close my eyes and concentrate. I imagine a ring inside a ring inside a bigger ring. A series of concentric rings. And I pick up colours and paint them. Bright red orange purple. I feel peace at heart, my faith is restored. Those eccentric rings are the symbols of never ending joy, strengthing with each one to its core. I light up a fag and allow the waves to gently kiss my bottom.

I go to the beach side shack and order a large antiquity blue and extremely spicy tiger prawns. Heaven! Here I rejoice!!

And Maria blurts in, "Why don't you click some photo-shotos. Its such a beautiful place."

I flatly tell her to fuck off!

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N.B.: The author refuses to publish any new posts for a few days because he is a little pissed off with his world right now.

Much more actually!!!

 

P.S.: He is pissed off most of the time!!!!

SATANIC VERSES

"You cannot love everyone; it is ridiculous to think you can. If you love everyone and everything you lose your natural powers of selection and wind up being a pretty poor judge of character and quality. If anything is used too freely it loses its true meaning. Therefore, the Satanist believes you should love strongly and completely those who deserve your love, but never turn the other cheek to your enemy!" -- Anton LaVey, Church of Satan.

THE FIREFLY EFFECT

Lampyridae is a family in the beetle order Coleoptera, members of which are commonly called fireflies, lightning bugs or (ambiguously) "glow worms" due to their conspicuous nocturnal (or, more accurately, crepuscular) use of bioluminescence to attract mates or prey. Fireflies are capable of producing a "cold light" containing no ultraviolet or infrared rays, with a wavelength from 510 to 670 nanometers, pale reddish, yellowish or green in colour, with a lighting efficiency of up to 96%.(Source: WIKI)

And why, so must you be thinking, that I am writing about something as wayward as a Firefly!! It's because yesterday as I was savouring the surreal sights of the night sky hand-in-hand with my partner and professing my profound love to her, I swallowed one. Actually it flew right in and now my heart is aglow.

COME BACK TO ME

Turn me inside out

and without a doubt.

You will hear a tweet

of my heart beat.

It sings to your tune.

Come back to me soon.

VILLAGE LIFE

A four part memoirs of my week long official trip to Kudthini Village, Bellary.

1. 'COPTER IN THE SKY
Thorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Flies the helicopter away.
The toothless elders gape in wonder.
The men waste no time & point fingers.
"Helicopter! Helicopter!!"
Proud of something they know.
The naked children run about.
"Ayeayeayeayeayeayaaaaaaa!!!"
The village head calls out.
"Hide! Hide!!
If somebody pisses in there,
Will rain on your heads."
The children scatter away.
"Ayeayeayeayeayeayaaaaaaa!!!"
The pandit sounds the bell.
"This is a bad bad omen."
The children run on its trail.
Trying to scare it away.
"Ayeayeayeayeayeayaaaaaaa!!!"
The women look with dreams
In their eyes. Of a suitable
suitor who will whisk them away.
Thorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
The helicopter finally disappears
Into the forbidden horizon.
The men go back to
Chewing gutka & smoking beedies.
Women back to pumping their chulla.
Children back to play with their chippies.
The village head comes out
Scratching his balls.
Proud of an effort which has
Nothing to do with him.
He has got stories to tell.
Talk & banter. Music & play.
"Ayeayeayeayeayeayaaaaaaa!!!"
Back to their chores.
The village folk.
But today is a special day.
A helicopter came in their lives.


2. THE VILLAGE BUS
A wooden shed 12 by 12
And open space around.
It's the village bus stop.
Hundreds of people
Hustle-bustle waiting
for the bus to arrive.
I am the only one
Wearing shoes.
Original Adidas, is it?
Men with unkempt hair, beard, moustaches.
Women as black as the new moon.
Children, too many
with nose goo dripping from their faces.
Sheltered at the bus stop
From the soarching sun.
I find some place to breathe.
Sleep Squat Shit Smoke Scream.
Everything's allowed in here.
As the bus comes, the people
Attack like scavengers.
Through windows, back doors, on the top!
They hang for their lives.
The bus too feels the brunt.
A tin box on four wheels.
Entering is an ardous task.
Mumbai local trains are easier to handle.
I push and shove, finally!!
The seats are empty, relief!!
But!!
Filled with handkercheifs, empty bottles, bags.
And what do I see here,
A child's underwear too.
The seats are already booked.
Talk about reservations!!
I find some space again to breathe.
There always is, space!!
More space, impossible space for everyone.
The bus rattles away and so do my bones.
I give Kamasutra poses,
To keep from stepping on someone's toes.
I pray for my life,
As more more people push in.

3. LAUGHTER CLUB
I am stared at.
"Sir, Big man, Sahab."
Its the Bisleri which attracts.
Big thing here, the fact:
I drink bottled water!!
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WIth pain stained teeth he chews.
And with his palms makes
Another ball of rice and throws in
His mouth with unerring accuracy.
"Dal??" I ask.
And he roars his head back & laughs.
WIth rice-balls in his mouth, it chokes.
But still more laughter.
"See", he says, "This is sambhar
And this is rasam here. Different things.
You mix, make ball, throw in mouth. Simple things.
You want Dal? Hahahahahaha!
You will get Doll, if you insist.
Brightly painted earthern doll.
If you have heart-break,
If your girlfriend run away,
You can break it to pieces.
Hahahahahahaahahaha!"
I have learnt my lesson.
I eat quietly whatever is offered.
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"Hahahahahaahahahaha"
They all point fingers & laugh.
"Don't know Kannada?
Illa?, illa??
Poor thing, Dunce fool.
By the way, watch your pants!!"
Its like, if I don't know the language,
Am not fit for anything in the world.
Their part of the world, that is.

4. LOVE'S THE REASON
I work for 14 hours a day
In this sweltering heat.
Travelling itself takes 4 hours.
And yet I am up each day,
WIth a smile, raring to go.
"But why?" People ask.
"Push yourself so much."
"Challenge??" Too cliched a reply.
"Money??" My friends know thats not what I live for.
"Then why? why??" people question.
"I want to see", I say,
"How much I can sustain.
Face torture and still be calm.
There was a time when
I was in love, or was I?
See, I am still confused!!
When frustration ate into
My brains like live maggots.
And I am still alive and
This is not one percent
of what I endured before.
So here I am with a song on my lips.
Love's the reason,
Which keeps me alive."

ROCKET SCIENCE

A couple making out: Come on. Can't you even undo the hook. It's not rocket science.
Doctors at the opt room: Come on. You just cut open with a scapel, remove the appendix out and just sew it back. Its not rocket science.
Stockbrokers: Come on. If it falls you buy and when it rises you sell. Simple! Its not rocket science.
Maintenance Engineers: Come on. If its not working, first check out if it has been plugged in to the power supply. Its not rocket science.
Sculptors in Byculla: Come on. Just imagine the object in your mind and chisel away the unwanted parts. Its not rocket science.
Scientists at Sriharikota: DUH!!!

THE COURTSHIP

Padma farts.
And then says sorry.
I hold my breath.
Padma speaks.
And spittle flys.
I dodge each bit.
Neo bows down to me.
Padma brags.
Master bugger that she is.
Open-eyed I put myself to sleep.
Padma cooks.
What even dogs won't eat.
I swallow each morsel
With a bottle of wine.
If only I would have known,
I would never have courted her.

TIRED MORNINGS

Sometimes I am the king of the world.
Sometimes I feel like a loser.
I know it is the Bipolarity nuisance.
How I wish to break free.

I fight battles in my mind,
With my mind, and the others
In my eccentric mind.
Mindless mind games all night.

This irrationality of life
Puts me off, I sleep
And run around finding an escape.
Mornings, as a result are tiring.

MEIN LäCHELN

I smile while I brush my teeth.
I smile everytime when I eat.
I smile as I travel in the train.
I smile even as somebody eats my brain.
I smile when things are going down.
I smile even though I am no clown.
It isn't that I am crazy or something.
I am, what makes my life interesting.

MY IMMORTAL

I wear a mask of sanity
And march toward immortality.
But deep inside my troubled heart
I find no reason for which to start
Life anew, now that you are not there,
It is just too much than I can bear.
Your voice lingers still in my head.
With closed eyes I see you instead.
At times I am so heartily glad.
At times it drives me mad.

SLEEPING ON THE SOFA

SLEEPING ON THE SOFA - 1
Am sleeping on the sofa.
Dreaming through the night.
I wonder, Make no blunder.
Am sleeping, Don't put on the light.

The moon shines at the window.
The stars out there are few.
The rabbit smiles at me.
I ask him about you.

Far far somewhere.
I know you are thinking too.
Never have known you but
Already in love with you.

DYING LOVE-2
O Anita!
Hear my heart beat
Scream out your name.
I will love you.
I will kill you.
No shame.
{Repeat}
{Sexy Anita: oooooooh}

ANIMAL TRICKS-3
{Naughty Anita: You are the handsomest pig I have ever seen.}

Reason to live .
Reason to die.
You are the one,
Worth the try.
The flowers bloom.
The bees they croon.
I sing along.
Morning to noon.
Look at me dance
The dirty tune.
Willing for you,
Be a cartoon.
I jump around.
The sofa creaks.
Laughing you.
I am a freak.
Pleasing you.
A fan loyal.
You make even
Pigs look royal.

{Unconvinced Anita: Ummm...Now I want to see a monkey.}

Reason to live .
Reason to die.
You are the one,
Worth the try.
Banana tree.
Up so high.
The monkey climbs.
Oh my my.

{Estatic Anita: Yoohoo!! Muah! Muah!!}

SEX ON THE SOFA-4
The Music plays on
The wine tastes good.
The mood is set.
"Oh yes I would."

Undress me and
Look into my eyes.
The good is all done.
Let me hypnotize.

The valley becons
The peaks are ablaze.
You taste good.
I am in a daze.

{Horny Anita: Harder!}

Flesh meets flesh.
Fluid meets fluid.
Strikes the pointed arrow,
There, the naked Cupid.

The sofa reverberates
As I thrust and flay.
You do the same
As you moan and stay.

"You are beautiful."
I say and caress.
"One more time."
"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yesssss!"

{Orgasmic Anita: Hmmmm}

SLEEPING ON THE SOFA (REPRISE)-5
I shout my head off.
It rolls down on the floor.
Hands reach forward.
Kicked out of the bedroom door.

We talk about things,
Never agreed upon by us.
Time flies by
as all we do is cuss.

{Angry Anita:
What the fuck baba?!
There's bills to be paid.
You sleep on the sofa,
All day completely unfazed.}

Sun sets behind my sofa.
The night is long and lonely.
She must be sleeping fine.
Home but so unhomely.

I dread the days to come.
Never thought it to get so far.
I dream of better things.
I am sleeping on the sofa.

{Dreaming Anita: &#*%#^}

NO SORRY, NO WORRY-6
{Wicked Anita: I feel so so sorry for you.}

What the fuck has got
To me is the fuck itself.
I wallowfy into the dark
To restrain myself.

But the rage within
Raises such a din.
Balloon and a pin
And a bottle of gin.

Blood splatters,
Bitches scream
When I twist the metal
Into their spleen.

Don't be so so sorry.
Don't sympathy me.
Sorry for yourself.
A day will you be.

{Scared Anita: Yikes!!}

Nobody could dream.
The fate you choose.
The body on the floor.
Whose Whose Whose???

Your sexy pink dress
Has now so so bled.
Covered all over.
Tides of crimson red.

Steel, it glistens
As I twist pull shove.
Just to be sure.
With all my love.

Its so so sad.
Laugh on you bighead.
You won't be sorry
Now, 'cause you are dead.

{Dead Anita: ...}

BROKEN SPRINGS-7
The bugs crawl on my skin.
There is an emptiness within.
Though the bottle is empty.
Life is still so untempting.
The sun sets from behind
My springless green sofa.
I wine in solitude.
The smoke outta my hookah.
My heart craves for you.
Come back how ever you may.
I swallow a handful.
Down on the sofa I lay.

{Ghost of Anita: Mother Fucker.}

ROCK AND ROLL

First of all, a big thanks to my freakshow of a friend (codenamed InhaleAmole; I am, as you might have guessed, The PurpleFish.) who introduced me to this wonderful-funderful world of Music. From the Blues to Heavy Metal, it has got me hooked. Bapu is worried, "What got into your empty mind that you are so into this bang bang head splitting musik?" Understandable. Having a hell of a child like me will make any parent jittery.
Now I am all set to pen an album 'SLEEPING ON THE SOFA' with 7 songs for The InhaleAmole-the drummer's rock band 'NOSTALGIA' which is currently experiencing a host of problems. The lead guitarist settled down in Michigan and has no plans of coming back to mystical India. The vocalist has got a sore throat due to not that much weed. We suggested he try heroin; no throat problems. And the bassist is in love and only prefers playing mushy yucky love songs these days. We cross our fingers and pray for an heavenly interlude that his girl dumps him pretty soon and he returns to normality. Anyway, we look all set for things will improve for this journey to the dark dark side of the moon has only just begun.
Life Rocks!!!

JUNE / JULY

There is so much about to happen in June / July that my mind refuses to live in the present. It races forward in anticipation and I already find myself rubbing my hands in glee. I wish I had a remote with which I could fast forward into the future. The events slated for June / July are:

• I will finally be able to lay my hands on my copy of the Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie which I will be receiving by shipment on June 07.
• Nicole Kidman's birthday on June 20th and she is expecting a baby in July.
• First draft of my novel 'The Bitch Still Lives...' which will be complete by June.
• My MBA hopes which rest until June 2nd week.
• My salary increment in July.
• My trip to Bangalore with friends. (am waiting to finish my book so that I can celebrate)

Max suggested that I should try spinning around as fast as I can to make time go faster. I did and puked on him. There rests his case and mine. I await patiently and pass time counting off the days...

THE PAINFUL TRUTH

This is what happens when you truthfully answer your girlfriend when she asks, "Am I looking FAT??"

OPINIONATED RAMBLINGS

A one and a two and a three.
A hundred people as may be.
Some fly in the air,
some swim in the rivers,
the others they simply see.

A plane and a boat and a tree.
A hundred and one opinions as may be.
To bring them together
is tough in this weather,
it isnt all that easy.

Peace, not Pieces
do we have to exist in.
Love and Liver,
may not it ever thin.

Fate and Fear,
Belief is the key.
Ego and Eco,
should be always set free.

Some honey, some candy, some ghee.
Look it as an opportunity.
We need to live together,
Hey ladies, and my brothers.
Then will we be dancing in felicity.

YOU & I

Marald & Dugaya,
Little Angelus Grumpus,
Sana Lakotia & Akshan Amin,
Nikita Hempton & Max Mathan,
Haroun Dil Nawaz & Ismetara,
Maria & Taraai too.
They all speak.
But what does the I seek,
amongst all the We.

The I is a mystery.
Revealed to nobody,
but You.

FIFTEEN SECONDS

Plunges a powerful fist.
Shatters my right cheek bones.
Followed by a quick upper jab.
I taste blood inside.
With steady determination,
I direct with force
one below his left eye.
Swells into a purple bruise.
Fifteen seconds is all it lasts.
Marks me a man for life.

ONE JOINT MORE

Man of substance.
Deadly aspirations.
Dirty game of life.
Hooked into like
saintly devotion.
How much, you ask.
Always, not that much.

MARCH TIDBITS

Debashish Bose (pyarse we call him Bose D.) is a one of a kind. Being a Manager in Materials is an open chance to earn some extra cash...well actually lots of it. And this guy has the balls to live an honest life. Says, "Sure money is gonna make you powerful...but to not accept what is not rightfully yours is what true power is about. I work hard and that sweet satisfaction gives me something which money can not buy."
Righto Bose D. You sure set a benchmark for everybody with your ideals.
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The dinosaur came and chopped off my head. I felt no pain because I was dead by that time.
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Weed + Pink Floyd is better than sex. Period.