Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Later.

When people cry, why is it that the only thing others do is to say 'It's okay'. They don't have a clue of whats wrong or right, and they don't even care. Still, if anyone's crying 'Don't worry. Everything's okay.' That's all they have to say.

Don't pet or pity me. Don't tell me it's okay. Ignore me, if nothing else. Don't rack your closed, pea-sized brain to think of the perfect thing to say. People who matter don't care anyway. They are busy with their own petty lives. So what's with you? Why do you care a flying fuck about me? Disappear.

Things have been pretty bad lately. And misery seems to have company. Lots.

I'm going to be away for a bit. No. Not traveling or going places. I am not endowed with the luxury of coping with my grief watching a gondola of green scented fruits, drifting along the dark canals of Venice. But am going to be away. In my own terms. Call/email me and my machine will pop, crackle, and return your smiles.

Until later, when the fog has cleared.

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Songs stumbled on

A friend of mine got this cool feature on his phone which allows him to tune-in to a lot of regional radio stations that is otherwise unavailable. I somehow decided to tune-in to a malayalam station and turns out they were playing an old, forgotten tune, followed by yet another. And then I suddenly remembered this one while aimlessly humming in the loo (it's a Hindi one this time, so go ahead and click on the link (in case you belong to the unfortunate group of i-can't-understand-malayalam-and-i-am-not-bothered)).

My heart suddenly warmed up to the so called old-fashioned, courtly love. Maybe it's because of these people at work who are already getting worked up thinking of Valentine's day. I am sick of love so loud; love predictably marked by a million red roses and expensive clothes and chocolate. I am tired of everyone sleeping around with everyone else and then bitching endlessly about hypocrites. I don't want to see another movie where love is all hearts outpouring and melodramatic.

How about just a little weakness in the knees, a sudden warmth inside, the faintest trembling of the heart, or something less?

Who reads this stuff, anyway?