a simple life

i had a wonderful day today. went to the farm. very idyllic and very peaceful. there was so much noise and chaos in my head, that today i finally heard my own voice. and ofcourse its as quiet as a church up there. thank god. really needed that.

have a tequila

i just found my old cache of running tapes. tapes i listened to while running my heart out to lose weight, just because one pompous guy told me i was not pretty. it seems pathetic but my idea at that time was to become thin and pretty and make him fall hopelessly in love with me and then i with an inward malicious grin, would break his heart to pieces, and i would have my revenge. then i realised that i was sounding like that grotesque old hag Ms. Havisham from great expectations, so now, call it wisdom brought about by david gray tapes or maturity, i just want to shoot the guy who called me fat. hoist with own petard, the works and blow him to the moon. anyway, i must say that i enjoyed running a lot, and got two lovely mid riff lines to boot. so now i can shoot him and look good in spandex, a thorough win-win.
im still a tapes person, dont like CDs much, no charm. i once repaired a torn tape because it had my favourite song of that time. "drive" by a band incidentally called "cars". anyhow i stopped running because a knee accident, but it was the best thing that ever happened to me. running was liberating. a sublime experience of me versus the cosmos. a race comprising of a sole body alone in the universe,against its own best time.

but i'll go on forever...

the dicerning will point out that i've inappropriately filched a Tennyson line, but then if u are the discerning kind quit reading this.
i finally got to use most of the tissues i stole from that tastefully decorated hotel in delhi. infact, im a vociferous advocate of stealing tissues.so if u see a whole box of them lying around insouciantly, by jove! steal 'em.there really is no such thing as plently of tissues.them,poor things, sadly have such ephemeral lives.and today i wish to pay tribute to these unsung heroes of a teary tragedy.not only do they prevent your face from getting, "splotchy", but, also wipe away memories of "that idiot guy".

oh before i forget. i need to carry a corrigendum with respect to my previous blog entry. americans are not dim. no idea what they are, but im staying away from sweeping statements from now on. but i still believe that the dummy thats come to power is a satan's spawn

desert foxy

I saw the most beautiful sight today, which brought back to me why i love this city so much. a beautiful grey day and i drove through this streets that was strewn with fallen lilac jacarandas,very idyllic and something about that grey and lilac combination reminded me of that beautiful old building in cottons. which they tore down.mercilessly, to make way for a swimming pool. why do only people with a destructive sense seem to make it to places of power. stella-the bitch,(principal,cottons) georgy podgy,etc and me, by the cruel scheme of things as mute and impotent as a fallen lilac flower