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.

QUOTE OF THE MONTH

Love isn't hopeless. Look, maybe I'm no expert on the subject, but there was one time I got it right.
-- Homer Simpson

TOMMOROW KA TODAY

Tommorow is a dream. (2)

Living tomorrow today
is a pitiful sorrow.
Sightseeing the future
lying, makes me hollow.

Tomorrow is a dream. (2)

I wish to sprint the farthest ever.
I wish to peak the highest ever.
I wish to seek the bestest ever.

Tomorrow will it happen.
For I will spruce up today.
To triumph tomorrow
I will start living today.

Tomorrow is a dream. (2)

You may have any say.
But I have my escape.
For tomorrow to be there,
today will I reshape.

Tomorrow is a dream.
Today will I enlive it.

Tomorrow is no dream.(2)

WORLD AT MY FEET

Been there, Done that.
Within the four walls
I sense the world
that so very enthrals .
The truth of my imagining
for me to derive
is enough, more than,
a feel of kicking alive.

I see and touch,
and taste and hear.
I feel and sense
and play and cheer.
What all I desire
I heartily croon
without ever
stepping out of my room.

I have it in me
and so do you.
To wander around,
spot out of the blue.
Imagine and think
and create and sing.
The world is your playhouse
and you are King.

THE BIPOLAR ME

I am in deep shock. I knew there was a problem but this... Having to take medication does not fit in my scheme of things but now I guess I will have to get a little lighter with Lithium!
Being identified as suffering from Bipolar Disorder is not easy. It means all my efforts, my techniques, my ideas are all quite zilch. It means I really do not possess any super powers nor am I superior to anybody except when it comes to my eccentric brain with which I easily lead the lot. It makes up for a valid reason for my Ex dumping me or my Boss sounding a queer warning everytime or my writings having contrasting patterns and people around, in general finding me weird. Does it mean the things I had done or perceived till now was just an adverse reaction of a chemical locha in the bheja? Am flummoxed spell-bound chup!!
My friends (even the non-existant ones) have the I-TOLD-YOU-SO look on their faces. I had been warned many times about the supposed crack in my topmost sector. My mood swings had got their goat (though fun at times). An alternating sequence of depressing and uplifting time chapters in life is just too hard to take. I join the Britney Spears Club now, but am I supposed to be happy with it?
Where do I go from here? or should I ask 'Where do I stand now?
Maria feels sad for me, but I do not know how to reciprocate her gestures cuz she doesn't exist anyway. Boy, I guess its gonna be extreme Low for the next few days until I can get back to my extreme Mania. Keep away!!

BAMBAI KI SARDI !

A cold wave has swept the city. Brrrr...Temperatures are dropping day by day. People everywhere are covered from head to toe. Designers are getting creative with new stylized jackets sweaters mufflers ponchos stoles...even monkey-caps. One lingerie designer has racy woolies displayed at his various stores. People walk with robotic movements with their hands in their own pockets for a change, and that’s nothing to do with style this time. Nobody on the streets with people so used to flaunt their bindass attitude with their top one two buttons undone…and females, with no display of flesh. Boy, am I dejected? Nobody wants to latkofy from the train doors, welcoming the warmth generated in the crowed indoors. People crowd around at roadsides taking shekoti from the lighted fire. Couples (not only girl+boy) do not feel the need to escape to Matheran Mahableshwar Khandala Lonavla for whatever gratification. People eat garma-garam bhajias and drink hot tea and this time have got a valid reason for the evening coupla' pegs. Electricity costs are at an all time low with people switching off fans ACs coolers. Someday it will snow and we will have ice golas made of them with flavours of kala-katta and raspberry and orange.

But the thin-blooded people of Bombay are sssshivering…and anything which is not to their liking or comfort is instantly disliked. They rant and crib and phone their relatives in far off places and tell them (with the chattering of teeth for added effect) about the bitter cold. ...while I sit in the loo and crap!
Bapu knocks at the door and shouts, "how much more time?!! Come out and go take a bath.”
Bath! I wonder, with water!! Am gonna be a dead man!!!

IN BAD TASTE

I know I got it all wrong.
I took my friend out for a drink and while he was not looking, spat into his beer.
He drank it all down to the last drop.
He did not deserve this with all what he did to annoy me.
I should have pissed in his mug instead.

TICK-TALK!!!

K: Tell me, why is the sky Green?
M: Because it was meant to be that way.
K: Who made it that way?
M: God.
K: He created this planet?!
M: Not just this but everything that ever is and everything that is not.
K: Ha! How do you know?
M: Because I am one with him and I know.
K: Is that possible? I mean He's God!!
M: God is belief faith truth in yourself. He is one and same, may it be a person or thing.
K: Then can I too know Him better?
M: Can you? Thats exactly what stops you from getting there!
K: You mean if I just believe, thats enough.
M: (smiles)
K: Coool!!!! But tell me, suppose, what if he had choosen some other color for the sky instead of green...like suppose Blue?
M: Then...we would have had a real problem! (winks)
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6:45pm
Anita: normal is boring.

7:00pm
Anita: Who is Mr. Normal?

MAD nad oad pad qad rad sad tad uad vad wad xad yad zad!!!

Max Mathan takes a pin and pops the red blue green yellow balloons he got yesterday, followed by his typical maniacal Ravanwallah laughter from low pitch to high pitch to higher. Imagines his boss' balls *pop*laughter*, ex-gals boobs *pop*laughter*, neighbour’s irritant son *pop*laughter*…
Then he gets up stretches gets ready and goes to work as everybody else.
There is a little bit of madness in each one of us and that is what makes life a little less stressful and a little more interesting.


Famous quote: ‘I am not mad. I just got a screw loose.’

Writer's Block!

I write.
The book has
run out of pages.
The pen has
gone dry of ink.
The thoughts vapourize,
an empty mind.
I dig my nose
neverending joy I find.