warhol and i don't have similar train of thoughts....currently..
lets see... it s 10:15 PM CST ,richardson ,texas ..excellent weather...sunday night....full moon night.. the quintessential romantic movie/green signal for werewolf metamorphosis moon lookalike ... u know the partly obscured by clouds,now u cover me ,now u dont thing...def worthy of a look ,a click and a poem.. alas.. i haven't been able to convince myself to get a camera yet (things like these fail to make sense when one does'nt have a functional orkut or facebook account) and i could'nt write a poem to save my ass ....so there ..that leaves just the look part ...full justice done .. its pretty much the only thing i can see everytime i look up...
i like terraces...i like just sittin there all by myself.. friends/family sometimes.. I have'nt come across houses with terraces here....they have sloping roofs...snow factor... it looks real nice ..yes, i admit.. all the nice houses with slanting mallu environ kind of roofs with non mallu environ kind of snow collecting and glistening in the sunlight and moon light..in winter...real nice....but....its got to snow first... good snow... heavy snow .. not the now i fall ,now i melt kind of snow...but the i fall ,u shovel kind ...i dont see the need to have sloping roofs in a place where the snow package for the whole year is one inch one fine night in the middle of March for three hours and the sun beats down hard enough to contribute to mosquito family planning after rains and for people like me ( read as people with no cars) to appreciate how fish would feel like if alive on the road to karuvaadufication...and that's five sentences without no punctuation marks .. currently wondering if one would be out of breath if they were to be read as such..
current seating ..: apartment.. third floor...patio (note :no terrace)..borderline melancholic about having lost a chance to make nila chor out of maggi ,texas toast and cherries ( yup.. dinner)....face bathed in the unearthly glow of the radiation from the laptop....metallica/lynyrd skynyrd ...
a year since i came here... almost a year since i last blogged...life feels kind of empty sometimes... as though a sense of purpose has been lost... and sitting here ... with the surreal ( unearthly ,surreal..same thing)look on my face.. i think i know why....
i like terraces...i like just sittin there all by myself.. friends/family sometimes.. I have'nt come across houses with terraces here....they have sloping roofs...snow factor... it looks real nice ..yes, i admit.. all the nice houses with slanting mallu environ kind of roofs with non mallu environ kind of snow collecting and glistening in the sunlight and moon light..in winter...real nice....but....its got to snow first... good snow... heavy snow .. not the now i fall ,now i melt kind of snow...but the i fall ,u shovel kind ...i dont see the need to have sloping roofs in a place where the snow package for the whole year is one inch one fine night in the middle of March for three hours and the sun beats down hard enough to contribute to mosquito family planning after rains and for people like me ( read as people with no cars) to appreciate how fish would feel like if alive on the road to karuvaadufication...and that's five sentences without no punctuation marks .. currently wondering if one would be out of breath if they were to be read as such..
current seating ..: apartment.. third floor...patio (note :no terrace)..borderline melancholic about having lost a chance to make nila chor out of maggi ,texas toast and cherries ( yup.. dinner)....face bathed in the unearthly glow of the radiation from the laptop....metallica/lynyrd skynyrd ...
a year since i came here... almost a year since i last blogged...life feels kind of empty sometimes... as though a sense of purpose has been lost... and sitting here ... with the surreal ( unearthly ,surreal..same thing)look on my face.. i think i know why....
traffic signals...
.. never noticed them back home...most of my scooter rounds have been on highways or through galis....bless them...
and pedestrian crossings ??....ha..
and pedestrian crossings ??....ha..
used to/still have this sudden spirit of adventure rising up in me at times.... a sudden urge....to take risks...for the heck of it...a feeling of restlessness....for all my laziness i really don't know how that happens...
anyway... easiest way out to curb it ... crossing roads... peak hours.. lots of traffic ( not in a jam)... green signal...stepping down from the curbside .. all the time wondering what is the probability of getting hit ..what happens if u get hit.... how much can that car slow down in a distance of fifty feet ...how would it feel to exchange places with the driver at exactly that moment....what happens if the vehicle approaching u doesn't slow down....and to top it all.. its not boring.. the situation is different each and every time u do it.....
lazy person's way of pumping unwanted adrenaline... analogous to gettin the same high on sniffing industrial glue as on snorting cocaine..??.. i dont know yet... maybe...
exhilarating...its almost like crossing roads had a higher meaning... appreciating life in my own simple way...
can't do that here... green... amber... red... flashing amber...flashing red... sea of galilee...walk.. blink walk.. stop.. why.. cmon now.. caged animal... specimen on display... things going through my mind and in front of my eyes when waiting patiently to cross the road...
probability of being hit .. one... probability of being hit and being fined for jay crossing..one.... probability of transmogrifyin into the deer at night which almost looks as though its waiting to be hit.. one....
monotonous.. cause u know what to expect...the only unpredictable(not exciting ..no) thing during the painful process of waitin is the reaction of people driving past ...something along the lines of "look...!.a biped....she is using her legs to transport herself and actually waiting at the crossing... how rare is that..?????"
ennui.....makes me talk......
can't do that here... green... amber... red... flashing amber...flashing red... sea of galilee...walk.. blink walk.. stop.. why.. cmon now.. caged animal... specimen on display... things going through my mind and in front of my eyes when waiting patiently to cross the road...
probability of being hit .. one... probability of being hit and being fined for jay crossing..one.... probability of transmogrifyin into the deer at night which almost looks as though its waiting to be hit.. one....
monotonous.. cause u know what to expect...the only unpredictable(not exciting ..no) thing during the painful process of waitin is the reaction of people driving past ...something along the lines of "look...!.a biped....she is using her legs to transport herself and actually waiting at the crossing... how rare is that..?????"
ennui.....makes me talk......
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