Tuesday 3 January 2012

I'm still watching.

I'm in the process of learning how to shut the fuck up. Thus, I am now mostly here.

I don't promise I'm any better. 

Thursday 1 September 2011

Vomit.

I will vomit memories. 
Words.
Things that were said.
Things in my head.
Bad poetry.
Out on paper.

I will purge.

Visions.
Moments.
Sounds.
Feelings.

Blacken, blanken.
Clean out.
Walk away, start over.
(And the paper holds it all, leather-bound.)


Monday 1 August 2011

#DearYoungSelf

That's what's trending on twitter today. These are mine.

RT  you are cooler than you think you are.


RT  Thank you for reading everything you could get your hands on. No, really. <3


RT , Take it easy. The debauchery will come. And how.


 We both know you can't and won't do a science undergrad, but you're going to miss physics and math.


 Your parents decided never to argue in your presence. There will come a time when you'll appreciate the magnitude of this.


 Make exceptions to your rules.


 don't let anyone let you think less of yourself.


 Good call, quitting the IIT coaching. RT  engineering, REALLY??


 YOU HAVE NO ISSUES YOU IDIOT. Deal with it.


 Always, always trust your instincts.


 talk to your dad more. Really.


RT  nothing was really worth it. No, really.


RT  Your mission: Travel to Canada. Kill Justin Bieber's dad.


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Them that I have RT'd are people you should be following, if you're on twitter. That is all. 



Sunday 17 July 2011

It gets better.


Azaad Bazaar shared this lovely video, and I thought I'd reshare. Because, it does get better.

Wednesday 15 June 2011

Maldives: Day six

My lovely blue ocean vacation is over. All different shades of blue, now only in my mind. A lovely blue bubble.
Grey bombay, here I come. Back to constant connectivity, turmoil of the mind, and everything that is opposite of peaceful.






Maldives: Day Five

Hassan, the very sweet water-sports instructor, took me out for a gratis snorkeling session today, at a reef a five-minute swim away. For an hour, yes, and I saw SO much. Two turtles, many, many parrotfish, an eagle ray, clownfish, some trippy looking trigger-fish, and oh, lots more. It was all very blissful, and incredibly tiring.
I have a painful sunburn. My whole back has gone sepia.






Maldives: Day Four.

Dear J,
I am sitting out on the deck of the coffee shop/bar, wearing tiny shorts and a huge top. I have in front of me a lovely goblet of coffee with Kahlua in it. The sunset is, sadly, covered by trees, and I don't want to move as I only just got my coffee. It's delicious.



J, I've been away from the internet for four whole days, which is more than has happened in a long time. I have completely dropped off the radar. No phone, no internet, nothing. Unplugged.
I only wish I could unplug my mind. 
Oui, it is all erased here, by the wind and the waves, but I fear it will hit me worse than ever when I get back. But. One can't only live in fear, eh? The only connections I have right now are in my head, to people I'm writing to. Though if I want total solitude, even that's cheating.


This place, filled with couples. Of the younger ones, the women are mostly drop-dead gorgeous, and the men are, well, not. Though there are exceptions. Afternoon seems to be photoshoot time. All the bikini-clad ladies (I've only seen one one-piece swimsuit here) go posing, the men get shutter-happy. Can't help but think we'd have laughed our asses off. 
Waiters here are always delighted to hear I'm Indian. They don't get many Indians here, said the waiter who collected my coffee.