Sympathy for the devil

Chapter 1: Sympathy for the devil

Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!!
Screw you!
Again!! Fuckin kill him man!!
(dishkiaun... dishkiaun, dishkiaun)
Ya let's go!
[At HQ]
Where da fug is the guy?
Fuck!!! no!!!
(dishkiaun,dishkiaun)

Chapter 2: California dreamin'

You see ppl, I am new to this city. It feels weird you know. Fuckin strangers everywhere after a familiar home...matter of time though!
See that chic? faggin with a book in hand! Oh fuck, how i wish i knew her rite now!
Omgwtf!!!! Here she comes!

Chapter 3: Serenade

Fagher: Fuckin hopeless!!! Even the fag tastes like shit!! Never felt like this in some time man
BMG: Light this lady! Serenade the dawn!!!
Fagher: Oh fuck!! yeah,baby!

Chapter 4: Me and Bobby Mc Gee
Fagher: I love you baby!!
BMG: I love you too sweetheart!
Fagher: I am scared!
BMG: Don't be sweetheart! It'll be ok.

Chapter 5: Perhaps,perhaps,perhaps...
Don't fuckin shoot!!
Where the fug is the money?
I really don't have a clue!!
Where were you headed


Chapter 6: Dream a lil' dream
[Uma Thurman sittin by a window sil when it's pourin cats and dogs outside]
[John Travolta havin a smoke over breakfast on a cloudy tuesday morning in a wayside restaurant]

Chapter 7: Kissin a fool
Time: 00:43 hours, Saturday
Place: Zero-candle bulb lit room of mine
It's rainin outside as I several thoughts queue up in my head

To be continued...

Take it as it comes

Time to live
Time to lie
Time to laugh
Time to die

Takes it easy, baby
Take it as it comes
Don't move too fast
And you want your love to last
Oh, you've been movin' much too fast

Time to walk
Time to run
Time to aim your arrows
At the sun

Takes it easy, baby
Take it as it comes
Don't move too fast
And you want your love to last
Oh, you've been movin' much too fast

Go real slow
You like it more and more
Take it as it comes
Specialize in havin' fun

Takes it easy, baby
Take it as it comes
Don't move too fast
And you want your love to last
Oh, you've been movin' much too fast
Movin' much too fast
Movin' much too fast
- "Take it as it comes" by The Doors

One fucked up sunday morning! Is it goin to get better? Will it remain the same? Can I help? We can do it baby! Yes, we can!
Holy fuckin shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Too many fuckin unanswerable questions you get in mind sometimes. All you need to do is to fuckin get hold of yourself man! Look at the bright side. There is afternoon. evening and night to come and you may have a blast then. I mean, seriously! Carpe diem baby!!!
Even as a cloudy sunday morning doesn't seem to brighten up in the near future, I see a ray of light shining distinctly! Ya, I don't know if others can see it right now but I sure can!
Hehehe... wadda fug was morrison thinkin of when he wrote this song?!

Go Real slow
you like it more and more
take it as it comes
specialise in having fun!

Shine on you crazy diamond

Part-I

Boss: Good news man!
Empl: what it is?
Boss: You've got promoted!
Empl:
Boss:
Empl:
Boss:
Empl:
Boss:
Empl:
Boss:
Empl: Recognition feels so good!!
Boss: Yes, it does!
Empl: I want to retire now! I've had enough!
Boss: [Laughing His Ass Off]
Empl: Ya, was lookin forward to this day actually boss!
Boss: [Still Laughing His Ass Off]
Empl: I want to see and do more things man!I've seen this place and now it's time to move on!
Boss: [O! Fuck! Why Can't I Stop Laughing My Ass Off?]
Empl: Learnt a lot boss! Thank you so much!!
Boss: hehehehe...Enough man!! When's the party?
Empl: Anytime before I leave!
Boss: What's wrong with you today man?
Empl: Nothing. I'm fine boss.
Boss: We need to talk!
Empl: Ya. That we will! Come home sometime!Leaving for today Boss!
Boss:
Empl: ChaCha!!

Test O' St Erone

I seriously want to know the answers to some mind-boggling questions!

Q1.Where the fuck am I? [4 Marks]
Ans)If I knew, I wouldn't be asking that question. 4 marks

Q2.What have I come to? [3 Marks]
Ans)I've come to 15th cross bus stand and am now boarding an auto. 3 marks

Q3.Am I selfish?How much? [2 Marks]
Ans)Yes,I am. This much!! 2 marks

Q4.What is goin on with me? [1 Mark]
Ans)Hard to say! [As Ra used to put it]. 2 marks

V.V Good! Keep it up! (oh...that's of no use m'am)

Score: 11/10

Short stories-II

Ting tong kathe (the ting tong story):
Ting Tong! Ting Tong!
yarappa adu? at this hour?
Ting Tong! Ting Tong!
a? I don't know any ting tong ting tong! Go to hell

The proposal:
Girl, there isn't a moment I can't think of you. You are in my dreams, my heart, my soul...a...just a sec...hey priya! Am in the middle of something. Can i call you a lil later?...ok bye!ya...so ya. you are in my heart,soul,my can of beer,
Wait a minute! Why r u tellin me this?
because, a... because...I love you!
oh ok ok... but why din t you tell me this a lil earlier?
Would it have helped?
Ya... Would ve spared you from rehersing your pick-up lines

Moving on:
I ve served in many homes. The last three places have been for old-aged women.
O! How are they doin now?
no no...they r not there anymore. It is one ajji's vaikuntha (ceremony related to last rites) today. The other ajji passed away a couple of months ago.
(smiling but lost in thought) oh ok.
You don't talk much, do you?
not much akka!
How do you generally spend the whole day then?
(A blank smile)
How was it being with these people you ve served as a helper?
It was very good!All treated me as part of their family.
hmm...

The choc game:
Kiddo! Do you want a chocolate?
(nodding head)
Which one?
Five star Crunchy...
Oops, Don't have that.
What d'ya have?
Ferraro Rocher!
Could I have that? please?
Sorry, that s for my son.

Alternatively,
Kiddo! Want a choc?
(nodding head)
I won't give you. Go

One way (or another!!!)

H: eh,tell me this!
S: bout what?
H: well, i' m after a girl big time! Can't get her out of my head.
S: what the eck is wrong with that?
H: One way!
S: atleast you have company.
H: what d ya mean?
S: Same here!
H: same as mine or opposite way?
S: ayyo! the other one way man.
He: Holy cow! then we are on two different one ways, not the same!
Sh: so?
He: you want a guy rite?
Sh: ya...i 'm straight!
He: So am I!!!
She:and you need a girl alva?
He: yes yes!!
She:Are we single and ready to mingle?
He: don't you see in my eye,a twinkle?
She:Here comes my man!
He: wo!man!

A motivational story

Once upon a time, there lived a poor young man in a remote village. You know, poor means a lot of stuff;a lack of a lot of stuff actually! This poor guy had a family of 5 to feed, a small shack for shelter, a dawn-to-dusk daily wage job at the fields and a nagging wife and cryin babies to come home to!

"What is my motivation here?" would cross his mind pretty often. Sometimes it was so bad that he thought of running away from his responsibilities. But the principled man he was, and fortunately for his wife and kids,he stayed his course!

He thought he felt like a singer without a crowd to sing to,a movie maker without an audience or even a Tom without a Jerry to live with!

But still he worked every day from dawn to dusk and kept it going! From dawn to dusk!! Everyday!! In the paddy fields!! "Without any motivation?",you may ask. Well,lets see!

On a cool,breezy afternoon,relaxing on the grass,enjoying his lunch break,chewin a strand of straw and soakin up mild winter's sun he paused to think: "Why do I do whatever I do?","What is my motivation here?";"Is it the feeling of helplessness when I have to see my kids starve because of bunking a day's work?","Is it my small shack which never seems to get any better?","Is it my nagging wife who would not let me be in peace?"."I am sick of questions! I need answers!!"

Then as the tender sun began to hide under a dark cloud and the light grew dark, he felt a drop of rain caressing his clean shaven face! (Now don't ask me how he got the bucks to shave!! this guy just did! hotteg hittila juttig mallige huvina kathe! oh! that s a side story by itself). As soon as he looked up, his face was lit! He loved it! Every bit of it! The tender sun, the cool breeze, the sound of the rustling paddy fields, the rain and the rainbow that followed!

"Eureka!", he exclaimed.

Now is it any surprise that he worked in the fields every day from dawn to dusk and kept it going! From dawn to dusk!! Everyday!! In the paddy fields!! "Without any motivation?". No! Now you are not excused for asking! He did it because he loved every bit of it! He liked to work in the paddy fields!

P.S: Now the poor,clean shaven bastard runs a co-operative agency for selling off his stock. He has a couple of hundred people under him, a decently posh house, a bunch of happy kids and a nagging wife ;) !
P.P.S: Some things don't change! For everything else it is a matter of time!

Moral: Every time a job is seen as a routine, it becomes a pain in the ass! Start seeing rainbows in your job and you shall be happy!Know that every job has it s share of rainbows!!
Your rainbow hunt begins now!!...

A great gig in the sky

I m not afraid of dying!

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Dedicated to all the trippy nights in room no 218, 5 block,Men s hostel, NITK Surathkal, Srinivasnagar, Mangalore-575025

Seeing God in a Pornstar

Well, as we all know God is omni-present by definition. So He/She must be in all space that be. That includes us, our surroundings and everything else that you can think of. Us includes all of human race. Me, you or maybe a pornstar. The next question is why this pornstar pseudo-intellectual rhetoric?
Well, it s easy to see God in people with "morals", "values" and all the other things perceived "good". Which is why it is difficult to see God in people who are perceived to lack these qualities by the majority of people around. Which is why intellectuals( add a pseudo before use to let me feel modest bout myself)like me are striving to broaden the concept of morals and values. I intend to come up with chapters designed to make it easier for you to truly appreciate the scope of morals and values. After this exercise, I can confidentally say (well, what do i lose?) that you will see God in a pornstar!

Serenade the enlightenment and shower me with Cake fudge at CH!

10th March 2009, my apartment in Lausanne:
Saw a candid money-for-sex interview. Was reminded of this post written a year and a half before :). The idea is still relevant though it hasn't developed a wee bit more from then.
The change from then is, I don't intend to see a god in a pornstar or anyone else. This time I felt what Krishna echoes in the Bharata that, everyone has to play their part, fulfil their duty whatever that may be. Good or Bad doesn't apply to duty. Would you judge a gardener by his work? Is he good or bad in what he chose as work? He might be depending on how he works but not by the nature of his work. Simple!

Can a kiss be platonic?

This poem's called "Lead Kindly Light ;) (Oh yeah baby! the wink 's there!!)"

When people seem closer
Places seem like home
I'll let it seem how it seems
Who cares if people say, "Oh! He dreams!"?

How true is what it seems?
Can I let it seem how it seems?
Oh Yes you can!Oh yes you can!
As long as it seems how it seems to you!

-From www.plagiaristswillbeprosecuted.com

I have some questions in mind and i need answers. If you are reading this and you are not me, kindly find some time to leave a comment. Merci Beaucoup!

Q1. What is the origin of feelings of parenthood (if it exists) in unmarried(ok this kinda means you don't have a kid) 20 something s?

Q2. If you are unmarried/married but not a parent,does seeing yourself as a dad or a mom arise a feeling of confinement/erosion of freedom?If yes, do you think you are being selfish?

Please people i really want to know!!! The least you could do even if you happen to trippily visit my blog (which is highly probable)is to leave a comment. Thanks again

When idleness turns hell

"hey man! whadda fuck ve you been upto?"
"omgwtf(acronym for o my god!! what the fuck!)!! Is it fucking you ...you unshaven bastard?where the fuck were you all these days?...seems like eternity"
"I needed a break man...buzzed off when you were sleeping.what ve you been doin?"
"nothin much man...it's a long story though...to cut short i was testing the limits of idleness?"
"wtf does that mean?"
"well...you see this head?"
"ya"
"what you don't see is how fucked up it is on the inside...Thank god you're back...it'll bring some order"

The end? Not really...

I am temporarily sick of structuring my thoughts as a dialogue (atleast now, when writing this one). So i ll put em straight from the head...just the raw thoughts...because if you strip the structure out of a written piece what remains is just the essence (Like the subtle aftertaste of kodbale when sippin on coffee)

What is in my head now is the concept of start-end. I have a short film idea also. It's something like this:

The short film s called:

THE START

It's the olympics...The 100 meters run is about to start and the athletes are on their marks...There s a Gun shot and these guys set off. Now there's some explainin to do about the running track. The track is a small circular field and there's only one banner for start and finish. On one side to which the athletes start is START and on the other side FINISH. It's simpler to see it as a circular track where the finish point is the same as the start point.

You know how these athletes look...strong muscular bodies and stuff. So these guys are running as hard as they can with grit in their eyes. Run,Run,Run...Nothing on their mind except the finish line and how fast they can reach there to be first.

And think of yourself as a journo covering the race for BBC or somethin standing in front of the finish line (wait! isn't it the start line?!). You have a camera and all. You stand there catchin the first glimpse of these guys coming towards you. You start recording footage... Strong men makin a run for it. Then one really strong guy emerges clearly in front of others and in the wink of an eye he's crossing the finish line. You focus your camera on him...tired yet accomplished look on his face. After everythin is over and the guys are resting you happen to tilt your camera accidentally so it is focussed on the banner...And you see START written all over it.

THE END

And now for the aftertaste (ya! imagine you are sipping on a cup of coffee now):

Was there a finish line? Isn't it the start line after all? you run a race and reach the finish but it ain't the end mate. You've just started another race.

Isn't the end of a start, the start of an end?
And Isn't the end of the end, the start of another start?

Free Bird

Radio goobe plays Free bird by Lynyard skynard (The extended guitar version) as a raw mango (RM) is talkin to it's bearer-the Mango tree (MT)

If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be travelling on now
There's too many places I gotta see

RM(snobbishly): Hehe...you're so MT without me
MT: You are a Real Moron, aren't you?
(There's a pause as both are held in a trance by the guitar solo. Lynard skynard kick ass!!)
RM: Hey! how long do i cling to you MT?
MT: Till you are pelted with stones or by yourself when you are old enough.
RM: Strange isn't it?
MT: What is strange?
RM: That I can't cling on to you forever!!
MT: Real Moron!!! It can't be that way.
RM: But Why?
MT: Hmm...I can't bear too many mangoes RM. Someday you've gotto go and make way for others to come!
RM: Oh! So I ain't special to you eh? You let me go without feeling bad...Chay!Who do i live for anyway?
MT: You live for yourself RM.
RM: That's too selfish MT. You and your MT thoughts...nothin in 'em. As hollow as a kadbu without the stuffing.
MT: Ok. Then come let's live for each other!!
RM: Too good!! Give the kai!
MT: We'll start now. You breathe for me and i'll breathe for you!
RM: Ok. But how do we do it?
MT: Let's see...Hold your breath and i'll try breathing for you.
RM: Ok.Here i go!
(30 seconds later ...)
RM(Breathless): eh sala MT breather! I am not able to breathe!!
MT: Obviously you Real Moron!! You're holding your breath!
RM: Aren't you breathing for me??
MT: O shit! It ain't workin! Is it? Hey! I was only testing your theory of living for each other RM.
RM: eh try properly MT. There gotto be some way.
MT: arre RM! I'm tryin man.It ain't workin i guess!
(30 more seconds of breathlessness sees RM give up)
RM: Damn!! Why dint it work?
MT: Hmmm...I guess we can't live for each other!
RM(Still disappointed): Why can't we?
MT: Actually we can try by holding our breath hoping we can breathe for the other. But then we may have to die for each other!!
RM(with a scared look): What if we die?That's not living is it?
MT: No,it isn't. That's dying!
RM: Then come let's give it a shot.
MT: That I can't RM. I can't risk dying! I've hazaar mangoes to bear and more to come!
RM: Actually even I can't. I wan't to see the world yar! It's too early to die.
MT: Now who is selfish?
RM(Smiling): Oh! that's me!!(Now pensive)But still it'll be hard when i'll have to leave you MT!
MT(Wisely):Yes it'll be! You'll be hittin the ground head on!
RM(Not discerning the infinite wisdom in MT's words): Eh MT! I 'm talkin of farewell blues and you're talkin of me hittin the ground. Kuch nahi samajhtha!MT sala!
MT: They are'nt too different.Are they? Hittin the ground and farewell blues.Both ve gotta hurt.
RM: Shit! I never thought of that!!
MT: See RM. It is difficult I understand. But you have no choice but to accept it. How long can it hurt?
RM: How long?
MT: As long as you want it to. Haven't you listened to Mad Season's song called 'River of Deceit'.It goes...(Singing)'My pain is self chosen'
RM: bas bas ! You are a bad singer!
MT: hehe...ya
RM: What do I do then? How do i not feel bad when i'm leaving you and my friends here?
MT: Know that every one has to live for themselves. Living for each other ain't possible.
RM: That is too harsh to accept.
MT: I guess we don't have a choice. Let me tell you this RM...I know it hurts. I like you like i like others here...(winkin)a little more maybe but the fact that I know we can't live for each other will ease my pain.We have to say goodbye. Now or someother time.(pensively) No choice bud!
(Back to his wise self)But what you ve gotto do is move on RM. Spring back. It ll hurt for sometime. But soon you ll have to decide between seein the world and feelin sad about the farewell. What will you choose?
RM: I guess seein the world. But isn't that selfish?
MT: NO. It's not your fault RM. You din't choose to leave me. It's just the way it is. A set of rules that binds everyone! Don't blame yourself.You're not selfish!
And you've gotto see the world man! Whatta world it is!
RM(Tearful):I guess you are right man! We are supposed to be free birds! No choice!
Even if we don't want to be free.
MT: Arre...Ro mat yar! Rona tumhe suit nahi karta!
RM(wiping tears):hmm...no use crying na?
MT: You lose water i guess!
RM(smiling):ya...Come let's see what radio goobe is playing.

('Bhor' by Indian Ocean playin on the radio)

Bhor!Bhor!Bhor bhai ek udta panchi
jaa baitha ek daal aa baitha ek daal!

floydy afternoon aka floyd is god

Welcome, my son, welcome to the machine.
Where have you been? It's alright, we know where you've been.

Signal bhaiya: Namaste!So we meet again.
Me: O Signal bhaiya! namaste! aayiye aayiye! aap hi ko dhoond raha tha.To kya lenge aap? coffee chaay?
Signal bhaiya: Intazaar kaphi hai. uske baad bhi dene ki mood me ho to coffee theek hai.
Me: theek hai??
(at a nearby shack)do coffee. ek me namak dalna!

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
mercyless the magistrate turns round, frowning
and who's the fool who wears the crown
go down in your own way
and every day is the right day
and as you rise above the fear-lines in his crown
you look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd

Idiot (chuckin a frizby into the sea): loof!
Magistrate: what a fool!!
Idiot(Seein the frizby sail away): It will come back!
Magistrate(laughing with contempt): Hopes you have
Idiot (smiling): ha!one lucky frizby freed from humanity

Brushing teeth

There s somethin to brushin teeth in the morning. You ve just woken up and are a little fazed by reality. Rigours of life slowly take a toll on you and get you ready for the day ahead. The teeth brushin takes you from a semi-reality to reality(actually the snoozin the alarm does this but that is momentary). The transition happens fast especially in the hostel where you are being shoved for thook space in the wash basin.

But at home it is less sudden and for a moment you can enjoy this transition before amma hollers 'Drink coffee before it gets cold' while Jhini is two legs on me and tryin to wrestle me out.

Here s somethin that will make my brushin teeth experiance memorable. wake up. go to the wash basin. Grab the paste and squeeze some. Look into the mirror and start brushing. walkin around with my brush and i hear this on radio:

...sakatt hot maga
we have something special for you today. For a change we ll play some nice music.This one's called 'No excuses' by a band called 'Alice in chains' and you have no excuse to not have listened to this song before

And then you stand there lookin out of the window early morning, relishing the semi-reality phase of brushin teeth. And after you ve been 'brought back' by amma's coffee advice and are now thinkin bout the beauty of the brushin experiance, she asks you 'whats the smile on your face about?'
'hehe...nothin'

Heres the song:

It's alright
there comes a time
got no patience
to search for peach of mind
laying low
want to take it slow
everyday it's something
hits me so cold
find me sitting by myself
no excuses, then I know
It's okay
had a bad day
hands are bruised
from breaking rocks all day
drains and blue
I bleed for you
you think it's funny
well, you're drowing in it too
no more hiding or
everyday it's something
hits me so cold
find me sitting by myself
no excuses, then I know
yeah it's fine
we'll walk down the line
leave our rain
a cold trade for warm sunshine
you my friend
I will defend
and if we change
well I love you anyway
everyday it's something
hits me so cold
find me sitting by myself
no excuses, then I know

-"No excuses" by Alice in chains

P.S: I have nothin against our own music but it's so everywhere that it sounds ordinary.That and there are way too many things happenin on radio that space for good music is denied.

Story of Stories

2:30 PM Sunday afternoon

Time is on my side
Yes it is Yes it is
-Stones song playin on the radio

(Hey! how da peep man!! you ve got amazing radio stations playin just the right songs at the right times in all your stories.And when i tune into one it's either some run-o-the-mill remixes or some sick paris hilton shit)

(Chillax O objector!! This is a story and it is mine!! Even the radio station is!! Atleast here! So lemme bask in the goodness of life atleast in my stories.

lemme tell you that i don't need to justify why i'm doin what i am.but since you are pissed rite now for god knows what! and i see a potential smile on your face after listening to me, I'm tellin you this.

It's like this you see.Reality doesn't give you everything.It kindof creates gaps actually.You feel the lack of romanticism a lotta times. You ve either thought about it or haven't but felt it in some way.

So you re left with two options.option a) accept reality for what it is and hope for glimpses of romanticism in between.This is like acceptin lifelessness like fate man. You think thats it.Sit hopelessly by the window at someone's mercy man.

option b)Keep dreamin.Generate romanticism out of anything.For example ,you see a man (better if it's a woman(best if it is julie delpy ;))) drawing cash from an ATM. Now, given the worst possible scenario: A total dickhead drawin cash and you want some romantcism in life. You know.Somethin that ll take your mind off somethin that s eatin your head.A moment of peace.

And you see this dickhead drawing cash. What d'ya do? you also see a jammed signal near by and people are gettin restless by the second seein the red light.Now what you do is create life.cos thats where romanticism lies.

So you can see the ATM machine eatin your card and pukin cash.eww!!thats disgustin! No its not.It is cash man.You can buy stuff from it.If you want to be more refined (whatever the fuck it means) see it like this. The ATM machine-dickhead relationship is a give and take one. He gives her his card and she promptly gives cash and they live happily ever after.No! Not so easy bud!! even in an ATM-dickhead relationship there can be trouble.This guy feeds his card and she says 'Invalid Transaction.Please collect your card' This means the dickhead has missed her birthday (oh Yeah! ATM Machines have birthdays too!! Everythin is born someday man! the cake makers would go out of business otherwise).

Ya! So you ve missed her birthday and she is sayin 'piss off dickhead! you are a dickhead anyway! what was i thinkin when you stepped in?!!'And then the dickhead stamps his foot on the ground! Damn!! I m late to work today he s thinkin and no cash!! Shit!

But you can't hear all this. So you can actually see this in whatever way you want.He sees 'Invalid transaction' You see 'you ve just missed your girlfriend’s birthday'.And you can relate to the situation man!! that s the best part!!

I mean See! I missed my Mom's birthday only 2 days back and felt like shit man!!It's the same expression on the dickhead's face now. So I see this and smile to myself and increase the romanticism quotient (call it RQ from now on) ya! so increase the RQ by addin thoughts like 'This is life man!!Shit happens to everyone around you! And you think why me?! Why did I miss my Mom's birthday?! I am a good son.I eat good day choco nut! (Now where did that come from?!)

But maybe these things happen cos there s somethin that someone wants to teach you.Like in my case I wouldn't have thought of how my mom would ve felt when I din t wish her on time.I now value it.I appreciate what it means to wish somebody. If I'd wished her on time and all that , I wouldn't have bothered thinkin bout the value of wishin as much as I do now. So there's the lesson. Chapter 1: What birthday wishes mean.

Now what you ve done is turned a reality that is sad (in my case) or that is totally lifeless(in the ATM-dickhead case) into somethin more alive.You ve transformed negative emotion into a constructive positive emotion.

Listen man!!I m NOT tellin that you miss your mom's birthday so you can appreciate the value of wishing her.Thats bullshit man!Wishin anyone on time is the best thing!You know that and so do I!

What I am tellin you is always be a spectator.Be the audience. Don't be mired in your own shit man!!look outside for inspiration!See People!See ATM Machines!! See anything man! Don't sit sadly in the corner of your room crouchin and all that and listen to some really depressin music like Smog's 'Rock bottom riser' or somethin.

Life puts you through situations and you learn from them cos thats what she wants you to do. ya! actually you can do nothin about it like not be bothered bout it at all and be happy all the time. I ve tried that man! But this is better because you can atleast make yourself believe you ve learnt somethin!

Doin nothin about it means no progress. And bosses hate no progress you know!But I kind of appreciate people who do nothing with conviction.It makes me think that they must have a really strong reason to do nothing man!! It requires quite some stength to do nothing!!You have to deal with this masochistic feedback from your head that you are doin nothin! Why do we think doin nothin is bad! Beats me man!

Ya! so comin back to the point of choosin the path of generatin romanticism and learnin from it. It's way better than feelin like shit all day listenin to some depressin music man!!You know that! You might have thought you r all alone in this shit and need some help. No man! you r not!!

I almost forgot option c man.ya! option c) is being this guy who listens to smog all day in the corner of his room! Listen man!!I ve nothin against Smog! I think he is a master of minimalist instrumentation,a truly great Lo-fi artist and the guru of Emiliana Torrini (ha! she s another person I d like to see in the ATM. It makes romanticism so much easier man!!You don’t even need to imagine stuff).

What I am sayin is don't let the mood of the situation affect the way you look at it.If you are down and listen to sad music you ll either hit the bottom or try to garner some sympathy from whatever source you can.Like thinkin .Ha! some shit might ve happened to Smog and he s sayin 'Been there done that'.

So be the audience!! That s what I try to be in all of my stories. I don't think of em as MY stories cos it's a little unfair. I m borrowin partly from real life and whatever remains from adventures of this Random-Romanticism-Generator that is there inside anyone.You,me, anyone!Just hafto dig it out.

So it's anyone's story. I' m just tellin you that 'it's runnin in PVR and DON'T MISS THE SHOW!'.Now have you bought your ticket yet?(politely smirkin))

(PVR s costly man!!)

(Whatta fuckin waste of time!)

(Relax man! I m lookin for an ATM now!!)

(Now give the kai!!See even i get pissed.I am like you man or anyone else. It's just that it's not the end of it.You might have missed a chapter by just gettin pissed!
See I bought you a smile. It feels good man! buyin smiles for people.The hard part is convincing people that it don't cost a thing man! Smiles are as cheap as you want 'em to be. What an irony!! Buyin smiles!Good day man!You ve been a good listener.Some stupid assholes just don't see the point.haf some story writin to do.See you man!)

(ya!thanks for the smile man!But tell me this…Why are we talking in brackets.Is it some secret stuff? Are you real?Shit! are you a ghost?)

(Relax man! The brackets are because our talk is disturbin my story.You know I started writin one and you objected to my RRG Radio(A real smirk now))

(oh ya! Thanks again man!)

(no probs man…good day (choco nut))!

And so the story begins...(and you thought it was over!!)

"eh! pass the cards yar!will try some patience"
"arre yar!akele kyun khelte ho! Lets play some thing na?three of us are there"
"hmm...we can play bridge"
"arre! ditch cards man! lets play somethin unusual for a change"
"like what?"
"here's the game.We sing a rhyme a line a piece.Like if we choose twinkle twinkle rhyme, I sing 'Twinkle twinkle little star' and you sing 'How i wonder what you are' and it continues till the end of the rhyme"
"what da peep! anyway it's better than patience. I'm in. Wake this lazy ass man. He s still sleepin"
"ok. we ll wake him up when his turn comes.We ll start.'Ba Ba Black sheep have you any wool?'.Now wake him up i'll sing again"
"Ba Ba Black sheep have you any wool?"
"what the fuck! It's 2:30 and i got up now? shit!"
"Wrong answer!you r out"
"Out of what?"
"You ll know soon man"
"Yes Sir Yes Sir 3 bags full"
"Shit! I don't remember how it goes now man! Google!!!!"
"One for the master,one for the dame"
"One for the little boy who lives down the lane"
"hey! unfair man!he din't know the third line and he's still in and you wake me up without tellin me anythin and the first thing I'm out!"
"True!!Life's a bitch man!Go brush your teeth first and catch some lunch.Or sleep for some more time and you ll be in time for dinner"
"Fuck you!"
"Sorry yar! Took my anger out on you"
"Oh yeah! what r you angry about?that you ve nothin to do on a lazy sunday afternoon and you are jealous of somebody sleepin peacefully?"
"No man. I am angry cos I won't be quite as jobless as now, the same time tomorrow.Kal monday hai na? office jana padega!"
"Give the kai man!!Now you go brush teeth!"

Time is on my side, yes, it is.
'Cause I got the real love, the kind that you need.
You'll come runnin' back,
you'll come runnin' back,
you'll come runnin' back to me.

(Yeah! Even if it's an hour since i started writin, the radio s still playin stones!!)

Quote from Before Sunrise:

And Here's what Jesse said:
"Why is it, that a dog,y'know,sleepin in the sun,is so beautiful ,it is,its beautiful,y'know,but a guy standing at a bank machine,tryin to take some money out,looks like a complete moron"
Here's what celine thought but din't say:
"Oh yeah!!Haven't you heard of Random-Romanticism generator?!"

Children Of Heaven

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause i'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'

-"Raindrops Keep fallin' On My Head" by B.J Thomas

I spent some time to look for a theme track for this Iranian movie I saw called "Children of Heaven" (Translated English title) and decided on the oldie quoted above. This post is like a game, a test of your imagination and all that. Try it. What follows is a list of descriptions of scenes from the movie with the appropriate background essential to get a feel of it. The game is this: Choose a song you think is apt for the scene described.

Scene 1: Cobbler mending old kid's shoes. A boy in ragged clothes and sneakers collects it...Buys bread...At the vegetable shop...Leaves the mended shoes outside carried in a plastic cover and goes in to buy potatoes

"Hey! Pick those inside the cart not those!"

Trash Collector pushing his cart looking for junk to be collected...At the veg shop while the boy is choosing potatoes from the cart...Sees plastic bags around...Puts inside cart...A small black cover is also put

"That will be 65 tomas"

"Mother asks you to credit it to her account"

"You're already in debt!! Ask her to clear a part of it atleast"

Boy with the potatoes...Picks up the bread wrapped in paper...Looking for the shoes in the black cover...Moves the vegetable cartons around lookin for it...Carton of tomatoes falls bringing tomatoes to the ground

"Hey You! What do you have in your head!!"

Boy trying to make amends for his accidental mistake...picking tomatoes from the ground

"Beat it boy!!" (Aiming a tomato at him)

Boy runs for a distance...Scared look on his face...Comes back stealthily...frantically looking for the black cover...Oops! Spotted by the grocer

"Stubborn boy!! Beat it"

Boy runs back home with a scared look.

End of Scene 1. Now sit back. Close your eyes and visualise the scene happening. Then think of a song that can be played while the scene is being shot.