I'm sitting by the seashore with this fuckwit of a friend of mine...screaming...
'' FFFFFAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKK''
...and we're debating the post modernist colonial rule in india....and the influence of post modernism and the fact that there is so little of 'local culture'....except chapatis...
My friend is talking about how dogs hump everyday and he hasn't got it in...well....a while
We're sitting by the seashore with a wind strong enough to keep us standing....and he's getting a kick out've standing with his back to the shore and his jacket 'farting' cuz of the wind...and we're looking at a plane go up in the distance with some keralite traveling to the US for the first time and how he's gonna be standing in line to shoot some 'bikini babes' once he's there....
Hehehehehe
The seashore is a crazy place!!!!
Signing something into existence. Once it exists, it makes a difference to somebody's life. Is just numbers to somebody else.
Same way, signing something as confirmation of .....closure...annullment. Signing on a death certificate. Goint to the morgue and identifying a 'body'...with no soul.
Stamp - on somebody's name and everybody does the same. Point in the right direction and herd mentality prevails.
Shout your way through life till sound falls on deaf ears like metal letters against a concrete wall...till you drown in the sea of metal...and people question the mettle you were made of.
Signing something into existence - taking so much away - from people who have so little...
It's only a name...curved lines in color.
When you take breaks from 'blogging' and suddenly come back to this little screen where you type out the events of your life - suddenly this little 'window' seems so small to fit your life into....
Last evening i was on a major power trip. I don't usually like playing mind games; prefer the 'direct' approach...but sometimes when my ego has taken a slight knocking and i'm not in the mood to indulge anything - i get in the mood to play these fucked up 'mind games'.
I'm sure you've guessed i'm referring to a girl...mind games almost always have to do with women. It's such a fucked up waste of time. Really. And it's a very special waste of time when the woman over does the 'chase'...i.e. enjoying the attention but forgetting where to stop - after that, one of only two things happen...either the guy loses interest or the girl loses interest. And in both cases it's about 'ego'. Sometimes - an 'exaggerated sense of self worth' (http://typolis.net/karn/stories/8125/).
Anyway, when i reached that point i said, "Fuck this shit...this isn't worth it."
Now before you go jumping to conclusions - the 'chase' doesn't have to lead to 'one place'. All relationships begin with some form of flirtation...anticipation....excitement....but when it's just about enjoying the attention - sorry dude, i have better things to do with my time.
As i drove back home...i got thinking about how we become really bad versions of our own selves sometimes. Where you know something isn't right....and yet you go ahead and do it. When you know something you're gonna do might cause someone pain....and yet you go ahead and do it...it's quite messed up. And everybody has been there and done that at some point in their lives.
I mean, it's just like most guys - at some point - have tucked their 'thing' in between their legs and stared at it while thinking about another 'thing'. Before you go and ask ur best friend about this - it isn't something any guy would admit to - and rightfully so.
Incidentally, i read that in a forward about 'weird facts'.
Apart from all this, i went and watched my brother in a play on thursday...was looking at the poster and it was so strange to see his face there....given that i've acted with everyone else from that cast in some play or the other....but was a real 'kick' just the same ;)
I quite enjoyed the 'malayalee' and 'hajaam' characters...was fascinating to see how much detail and the nuances they'd worked into their characters...the accent wavered here and there but pretty authentic overall. hehe...there was a bit about the mallu guy and his 'mohanlal' (Indian for 'Little John', 'Big Dick' etc...though 'big dick' refers more literally to the size than the name...just pointing the obvious - quite irritating when people do that. At this point i started to think up an example but it became a mini story so i just ditched it.) ...about 'mohanlal'...this man has just got married and has recently discovered that 'mohanlal' has been 'lying low' for a while...most unlike a mallu apparently. (He said it in the play dude - don't bite my head off! - ok...just had a horrible vision...*owwww*) ...then there was some stuff about an old man and his catheter....overall the characterization was good....being monologues, they connected well with the audience - though i must say, they could take out some of the 'cheese' in the humour....it really was quite soggy at times. And i didn't much care for my brothers monologue - which i told him ...he's a far better actor than his performance on that night, and with his directors feedback (and a little from me) he had a much better show the following evening...so i'm happy :)
The play ended on this really weird note with a 'woman's perspective on men'. Some of the humour was really witty and quite cutting :) but her piece was just so out've place that from a play with serious actors, direction, characterization...lights...sound....production value (there wasn't much, but anyway) - it became a standup act. And it wasn't the best one either. I felt they should've stuck with the 'character' approach - afterall, that's what we'd seen for over an hour - till the last 15mins of the play. I enjoyed this bit - but it just didn't fit.
.....and something .....unexpected....happened to a dear friend....i was in shock.
...friday's class had a strange energy to it....
....my prayers are with them...
that's that. Life is such a rollercoaster....like this post.
