UNTITLED

I did something today that almost everyone does, but i don't know how many of them have thought so deeply about it... may be I'm the one jobless to muse on such things n to get confused too.

I killed a cockroach today. Sounds like a confession. Yea... I didn't wanna put that rude act of mine in poetic words.

I've never conciously done such an act. I usually shove these slimy creatures off n make sure that they survive after my gigantic fingers put them in another spot. But today's intruder was singularly huge. The very sight of him (yea..."him".Mark of respect for the departed soul,purely out of guilt) turned off my stomach. My face squirmed and I didn't think for a moment before murdering him with the usual weapon our forefathers taught us to use...the broom stick.

As he lay there unmoving, something crossed my mind..."What wud b the world like if everyone starts slaughtering whomever they find disgusting?? Can we really do that? Just because these insects r mute n they don't have rebellious frnds n relatives to attack us with vendetta, we go around takin millions of lives ... I know its highly impossible to live with insects n rodents all around- one sucks ur blood, one enjoys ur cookies, another jus answered nature's call at the corner of ur room... So r v justified in killing them?

HYPOCRITES

She draped herself in a splendid Kancheevaram Silk saree that harmonized with the ivory embellished neckpiece.The vanity bag fashioned out of the limbless, scaly reptile waited on the table to be carried by her while she fished her drawer for the watch with strap made from the world's finest alligator skin. White kidskin sandals adorned her feet and as she walked towards the gate, ill-starred Jimmy leaped up, with drooping tongue in expectation of his grub atleast today..."Two days deprivation of sustenance is a bit too much for that tattered, smelly shoe biting," his eyes communicated. Without any acknowledgement of that wretched creature's importune, she hurried off in the car... How could she be late for the meeting? SHE was the keynote speaker in the club on today's topic - "Animal Cruelty- A Misdemeanor".

Surprisingly SBI !!

Dunno how many of u have seen this campaign by SBI... Surprsingly SBI.The huge hoarding at Adyar and the ad in today's paper sure did catch my eyes. Wat caught my eyes was not just the immensity of the hoarding or the newspaper ad, but the words Surprisingly SBI. I can't decipher y a bank of such credibleness, one of the oldest wid a mindboggling customer base(they themselves have stated it in one of the ads- it has more customers than the population of Australia), use the word SURPRISINGLY. It shows the amount of diffidence they have in themselves... Aren't they positive that they r the best? Did they use it jus to make it alliterative?? But there r so many words beginning wid 'S', that can mark their surefootedness n wud make it alliterative too. R the ad makers at a loss of congruent words?

Wat I vehemently feel is that a bank of a such a standing must have used the words 'NATURALLY' or 'OF COURSE' or 'SURELY' or somethin akin to these.

THE DEMENTED ME

Its 3.30 in the morning, i'm 20 and am excogotating....I dunno wat to talk, I dunno wat to write. Yet, I settle to write abt things... things i don't wanna do, don't wanna c, n things i want... So u ppl can imagine how dis post is gonna be cos i'm in a demented state of mind. But pls put up wid me .

I don't wanna c unusually huge lizards in my room.
I don't wanna c my room carpet begrime.
I don't want my computer to hang.
I don't wanna b rude wid anyone.
I don't wanna b incessantly debating wid my mom.
I don't wanna burn the food that am cooking.
I don't wanna consume the amount of sweets like i do now.
I don't wanna gripe abt the illusionary paunch i've developed.
I don't wanna spend sleepless nites watching dumb movies.
I don't wanna b scared.
i don't wanna remain ignorant of the world around.
I don't wanna b oblivious to ppl's sufferings.
I don't wanna be lonley.
I don't wanna b in mob.
I don't wanna b mocked.
I don't wanna b superfluously praised.
I don't wanna waste time... like am doin right now.
I don't wanna miss him so badly.
I don't wanna cry wid the pain of separation.

All I want now is a paseo alongside the sand of a calm beach, illuminated by the big moon... and someone to walk along wid me.

I KNOW NOT HOW TO MAKE UP...

My 3yr old niece might ridicule my above confession... I really dunno how to tart up. Gimme the doodads for making up, all together n I'd b as confused as the politicians in the parliament. I can't figure out wat's wat except by reading the detailed description. I did try make-up some yrs back- the mascara, eye liner & kohl pencil (with major assistance from my sis)... dammit!! cudn't blink my eyes at ease & worse was wen black tears started streaming down my face at a point where i desperately needed to weep... but had no alternative than to curb the downpour of the black, ugly liquid. And then lipsticks...shucks!!! I had to restrict my talk in the fear of the lipstick vanishing from my lips.

That was the first n last day of my encounter with make-up. But I really envy ppl who possess the art of making up most of all, carry it with skill [Shoba, especially u... Kudos!!]

I shud get acquianted with the art at the earliest. It might help at some point. After all, face is the index of the mind...

DAMN!! I'M A MAN!

Its been quite some time since I blogged.. Was wrapped up with studies, studies and more studies. But today I thought I'll take some time & write about somethin that's been at the back of mind for a long time now.

Why is it that men are forbidden from crying ? They can bang their fists agianst the wall or break a few glasses to vent their hurt or frustration and shed a few drops of blood... but tears... no way!!

Is crying a "girly" habit? Does man lose his manliness by crying? I know a guy who cries, rather "cried", but made me promise that i wudn't tell abt it to anyone.[ I write this with the confidence that he won't b reading my blog... Ppl who r close to me will know who I'm talking abt]. Infact, when he cried, I was moved... I was touched. But when he took this promise, I started wondering.

Why? Why is it that men consider it belittling to cry in front of others? Is their family gonna ostracize them for doing it? Or is it that they think that a man shud only make a woman cry n not b crying, himself?

Guys!! Crying is a birth right... If you feel like, do cry. Do not adhere to this stupid belief that "Men don't cry." Its just an expression of your feeling. Not a grave mistake. And stop branding females as the tribe that cries.