Monday, December 18, 2006

Hellllllllllp (the way the sloth says it in Ice Age)

Im a weirdo *gracious bows* I accept my title with great humility and with no sign of conceit in the vicinity.. Yes I can be humble (your sputum amzi is not far n few between anymore so u can stuff it babe - rrrrreeelly) and down to earth - traits I detest in normal human beings.. Why do I detest them - well I think confidence becomes a human.. Theres no room for insecurity there and that leads to lack of dependence on another being.. (Im resolving this in my head as Im spewing this garbage so pardon my sense of logic temporarily) Ive always been attracted to the silent unconventional sorts and I attribute this to the arrogance that stems from confidence lurking for the past so long.. I mean how else do you explain my attractive list of would-have-been's.. The only common factor in all of them is the erratic silence.. Maybe that's why I always seem to vent? Hmmm.. Yeah I over-compensate for the doomed quiet.. But then see what I go and do - I go and marry timzi.. Conventionally carved by the master sculpture a la Hrithik (a beautiful man), a social butterfly who mingles well with both his ilk and mine, a regurgitative nut who enthralls me with stupid jokes and takes the credit for my ideas ALWAYS!! A child-like demon who feels horrid when he sees sillytush's toys and isnt allowed to play with the 'monstah truck' :-)

Why so much speculation - well I spent 2 months away from my worse-half and I met him for about a week tops.. It suddenly dawned on me that I spend more time without him than with him.. We have a strange marriage.. And believe me its not a marriage of convenience!! He got me to India :-( The hell's convenient about living there only the Lord knows.. No I won't start on my woes of Bombay.. I'll have to go back from Emirates and the deal with the ridiculous garbage all over again at the beginning of the year.. Why meeeeee :-(

But seriously I hate "immitation is the best form of flattery".. I go out of my way to not imitate.. I go out of my way to be a recluse and create of my own no matter if it turns out to be utter garbage.. I hate using endearments others use, I hate using their 'takiya kalaams' or dialogues.. I hate buying from the same designer.. Hell I hate buying any clothing or jewelry from any designer.. I hate sashi lookin like one of the many and I hate to be a part of the mould.. But what I hate the most is being copied.. Its not flattery its stupidity.. I dont like stolen ideas and I hate mine being used and displayed to me as if it was their brainchild.. I hate stamping something with my imprint lest it takes away from the beauty but what I hate more is somebody else stampeding on it.. I hate a false cry of haughty stupor just because creativity is to a minimum.. I hate uninnovative ideas and words and I hate people with minds that do not grow.. I hate conversations that aren't entertaining and I hate confined insecure minds that delve into garbage to retaliate and compensate for their weakness..

I hate being possessive and worse - I hate being driven to be possessive.. Its an un-innate part of my nature and I loathe it.. Worse than I loathe humble and down to earth..

Yes - I have issues.. Im breathing in and out and counting sheep but right now I need to excrete a truckload with a Filmfare in hand so while bidding adios Id like to ask you what plans for the new yrs eve junta? Same ole drinkin dancin n be merry? Howd that be different.. Lets change the venue.. Lets go to the Ajanta Ellora caves!!

Friday, December 01, 2006

Cafe with moi - Declaration of Love

Coffee.. You can have it anytime, everytime, all the time or some of the time.. Just like the word "shit" it fits in anyhow anywhere..

Dude - I LOVE coffee!!

When I was working Id have about 10 cups of coffee a day and it was a sure fire way to reduce me to a la Kate Moss (I wish :-( the 'teaboy' used to make it too sugary n milky that sometimes I wondered if I was having a coffee dessert or actual coffee the beverage)

Well anyway this post is one in parts of the things I love.. Look I haven't asked you to come here and read my gibberish.. You chose to do so - so don't even let the thought cross your mind that I am self-centered.. At least I choose not to talk about you or your life and common sense prevails enough that I maintain your privacy so STOP barraging me about my outbursts!

But coming back to coffee - the pure love of it is so excruciatingly a part of untainted ecstasy.. In the emirates - a small cup of cava with the dates whilst smellin an array of perfumes could be a rescue away from mundane even if just briefly.. Back home in the land of canucks - its a medium of leveling, a morning breaker, a mood soother, a heart wrencher all in one.. In India - filter coffee is back to the roots.. Reminds you of childhood in the village vacations and everything attested to it.. Sweet tender moments and violent steamy thoughts all caused by - coffee.. An amazing drug, an amazing after meal companion.. Tom Hanks rightly prescribed the true meaning of Starbucks coffee in You have mail.. But I'll let you see the movie to discover what he said..

That reminds me about Godfather!! My dearest friend still hasnt read it or watched it.. Can you believe that? A turning point in our generation.. A bible almost and that's gonna be my next love - read it, watch it, feel it if you already haven't.. And if you have - well go through it all over again.. We all always take back so much from a cult that now unites us as humans after having been exposed to it..

Thus I have finished an entry with no rant.. YEE HAW - a normal entry.. I must be on prozac finally ;-)