| Wednesday, December 27, 2006 |
| Lost in a convent's solitary gloom. |
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted and each wish resign'd.
- Alexander Pope.
"I just thought it would be appropriate, maybe." |
posted by n.g. at 00:58
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| Sunday, December 24, 2006 |
| Amnesia. |
Do you suffer from long term memory loss?
I don't remember. |
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posted by n.g. at 23:43
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| A Story About A Girl. |
A few months ago, I had lent a book to my friend Gayatri. ‘According to the Evidence’ by Eric Von Daniken. He writes about how all our Gods were actually space travelers who were way powerful than earthlings were, so we chose to place them on pedestals and worship them long after they disappeared back to their respective planets.
But that’s not the point of this post.
A few hours after I had given the book to Gayatri (at around 3 am to be precise), she texted me to say that she had found a love letter in the book, and she was going to be all rude and shallow and she was gonna go ahead and read it. I was a bit confused, a love letter? Couldn’t be. She actually read it, and told me it was written in a very beautiful but slightly illegible handwriting that belonged to someone called Ave.
Gayatri returned the book today. And I read that letter again, more than 3 years after I had first read it. I remember Ave had thrust it in my hand the last time I had seen her; hours before I left Singapore for good; with instructions to open it only after I had boarded the plane. I had tears in my eyes all the way till the stopover at Kuala Lumpur en route to Bombay.
I only met Ave a few months before I left Singapore for good. But like she says in the letter, it’s the quality rather than the quantity of time we spent together that really matters. And though Gayatri said it jokingly, calling it a ‘love letter’ is really demeaning the emotions that Ave managed to put down in words - in her own inimitable style.
Baby girl stand up and fight
This is not some paradise
It’s just where we live
Finally you think you're all right
Then it eats you up alive
You better get used to it
A story about a girl
A story about the world
Are you waking up slowly
Nothing but lonely
Are you waking up
Holding, holding your breath
Are you looking for something
I promise you one thing
I promise I’ll always, always be there
I know you're stuck inside your head
Your low, you better get used to it
And I know the feeling has to end
We all struggle, it sucks you in again
And your lust, it can't make any sense
This world, it tears you limb from limb
In your world you're nothing but the best |
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posted by n.g. at 01:20
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| Tuesday, December 19, 2006 |
| Elevator Beat. |
It’s getting nippy out, eh.
Umhm.
Only at nights, though. It’s … oh wow … its almost midnight, man. Didn’t realize it was so late.
Heh.
Do you usually work this late?
Then she notices I’m in my shorts. She smiles sheepishly.
Stepped out for a smoke?
For a walk.
What’s taking it so long? Who the hell is using the elevator at fucking midnight, I wonder. She reads my mind.
What’s taking the bloody elevator so long? They aught to just, operate both the elevators all the time.
Hmm.
You’re chirpy today.
Hmm. Hmm?
I said …
Oh yah, nah, just tired, been a long day.
Right.
Finally, the elevator. A kid runs out in his pyjamas. He’s hit all the buttons from 1-8, basically everything he could reach. It’s going to be a long ride up. I should’ve taken the stairs.
Can you hit 10 for me?
Sure.
Umm … and hit 12, for you.
Oh, haan. Heh, thanks.
That’s a good film.
She points to the DVD of ‘Vanilla Sky’ that I’m holding.
Yes, it is isn’t it. I love the end.
Wow, you spoke.
She smiles and extends her hand for the DVD. I hand it to her. Its one of my favourite films, by one of my favourite directors.
Heh. I love this film. Cameron Crowe is one of my favourite directors.
I’m more into real life.
Heh.
You do that a lot, eh. The ‘huh’.
It’s more like ‘heh’.
What’s the difference.
‘Huh’ is dismissive. ‘Heh’ is agreement.
Like, ‘heh’?
Haan, like that.
Stupid kid, I’m gonna wring his neck when I see him.
There’s a great song on the Vanilla Sky soundtrack called …
… Elevator Beat. Nancy Wilson.
Yes, YES that’s so cool. You’re like, the second person on the planet I know who’s heard the song. It’s got this umm, you know … lilting melancholy … carefully confined loneliness, if you know what I mean.
Hmm.
Who talks like that eh, hahahaha.
No no, I agree. You’re right, it is kind of bittersweet and … you know, whatever you said.
You have the soundtrack?
Yes, you can borrow it if you want.
Great … great. Will come up tomorrow and pick it up. You’re in 1205, right.
Yes.
Elevator ki baat pe, actually I don’t like elevators. But you don’t have a choice in Bombay. I’m happier taking the stairs. Good exercise too. But I’m sure you think that’s weird, eh …
And I remember the apprehensive, skeptical look on her face when she had walked into the elevator, and the way she had darted out the second the elevator doors had opened.
What?
Um, what?
You find it amusing that I dislike elevators?
Oh nah, I just know someone else who doesn’t care much for elevators. So I was just, you know, reminded.
10th floor. She hands me back my DVD.
Chalo mera ghar aa gaya. Goodnight, Nishant.
Goodnight, … um …
I’m …
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posted by n.g. at 00:16
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| Friday, December 15, 2006 |
| Angels And Airwaves. |
Me: So you finally did it eh? It’s official now I read it on a CNBC scroller.
C: Yeah, had enough. The guy before was a choot and the guy now is a bigger choot. And after creating the fucking brand over 10 years I don’t want to answer hair brained chutiya questions like ‘Where is the brand going’ and shit.
Me: So now?
C: They asked me to head London, but it’s too close to my dad. Then the Middle-East, but not a great place to raise kids. So I don’t know, and I don’t fucking care. I’ll do something.
Me: We don’t belong here, sir.
C: Don’t fucking get cynical and self righteous on me, arsehole. Talk to me in 10 years.
Me: You’re my hero.
C: Keep me posted on your adventures.
Me: You got it.
C: If you give up I’ll kill you.
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R: They’re saying all this shit about me, chhotu. That I was sacked, and I fucked up with the client.
Me: But he still had that interview with you didn’t he, despite the rumours.
R: Yes, but …
Me: Fuck it. Doesn’t matter. You know and I know advertising. They’re all fuckwits just waiting to pull down the other person. Khud mein dum hota nahi hai aur jismein hota hai usse sab jalte hain isliye yeh sab bakwas hoti hai.
R: Hm.
Me: It’s all good, both options seem promising. Right?
R: Right.
Me: And both of them told you they know better than to believe stray shit, right?
R: Right.
Me: And you told them they could contact the client and the ex boss for a reco, right?
R: Arrey, the client is already a reco on my CV. They love me.
Me: Haan toh aaraam kar, zyada soch mat. Agar Bombay vaala scene bana toh khoob sharaab peeyenge dono.
R: Maine toh chhod di.
Me: Toh hum Leopold jayenge aur main sharaab peeyunga aur tu doodh peena, samjhi?
R: Promise?
Me: Promise.
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SG: Sir main Airtel se bol rahi hoo hum Hutch customers ko bahut achhi scheme offer kar rahe hain hum aapko last 5 digits same de sakte hain …
Me: Aapke paas koi STD specific scheme hai?
SG: Aapka STD zyada hota hai sir?
Me: Nahi, timepass ke liye pooch raha hoo.
SG: Kya sir?
Me: Arrey aunty aapke paas koi STD specific scheme hai kya?
SG: Nahi sir lekin sir humari scheme mein 1000 min local call free hain …
Me: Mujhe Bangalore jaana hai aap Borivali jaane par majboor kar rahi ho.
SG: Sir ... woh ... bahut achhi scheme hai ...
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V: Darling tu aa raha hai mujhse milne?
Me: Go fuck yourself.
V: I love it when you talk dirty sweetheart.
Me: Main kaam kar raha hoon teri gandi shakal nahi dekhni mujhe, I cant focus then.
V: Achha theek hai main biwi se milne jaa raha hoon.
Me: Madarchod main yahan tere liye din raat marvaa raha hoo aur tu biwi ki goad mein sone ja raha hai.
V: Ab kya karein, usko agar neglect kar doonga toh chhod ke chali jayegi aur ek jo achhi cheez hai zindagi mein wo bhi gayi toh kya teri shakal dekhunga zindagi bhar haath pe haath rakh ke ….
Me: Achha theek hai theek hai ja, kal phone kar.
V: I love you baby.
Me: Go fuck yourself.
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P: Hey
Me: Whatsupppp
P: Nothing, listen I have some bad news.
Me: Oh shit.
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and i forget
just what it takes
yeah
i guess
it makes me smile
i found it hard
as hard to find
well
whatever
nevermind |
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