Thursday, 19 June 2008

19 Hits Yeild a Tag

I got a total of 19 hits yesterday, so I figured I'd post something regardless of it being the quintessence of crap .

What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?:
If Camus is right and life has no meaning to it and the pursuit of happiness is an endeavour in vain I might as well go back to bed.

Favourite fast food place:
The stash under my bed.

Future child’s name:
Vae Spurius (Latin anyone?)

Finish this statement, “If I had a lot of money I’d…” :
Buy every last copy of both books One Night At The Call Center and Five Point Someone and then have one helluva bonfire.

Do you drive fast?
I don't drive. If I did, I would currently be sitting on a sand dune somewhere deep in the Gobi desert for I would have gotten lost on the way to my neighour's place.

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?
Yes, I enjoy the practice of taxidermy.

Last movie seen in a theatre:
Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. On the insistence of brother and mater, I yielded and ended up watching a movie which had one thing going for it: a drove mindless loyal fans.

What book are you reading?
Most recent translation of War And Peace and Three Men On The Bummel

Favourite board game:
Go and chess.

Worst feeling in the world:
Stubbing the same toe twice in a matter of thirty seconds.

Do you eat the stems on broccoli?
Yes. I like the idea of the head and stem being re-united in my esophagus, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Storms - Cool or Scary?
Bloody cool. I love to sit out in the rain and listen to the sound of hopefully distant thunder.

If you could dye your hair any colour, what would be your choice?
Dirty green: for all those who abhor the colour.

Name all the different cities/towns you have lived in:

Favourite sports to watch:
Football and Twenty-twenty cricket matches.

Favourite magazine:
Economist, The New Yorker, National Geographic.

Favourite smells:
Fresh earth, paint, yellowing pages of an old book.

Favourite sound:
The crunching of autumn leaves, thunder.

One nice thing about the person who sent this to you:
No one tagged me.
So, to nothingness: it never fails to keep me company. :P

What’s under your bed?
In addition to what I mentioned earlier I have a game of Monopoly which has a decades worth of dust and dirt fastidiously layered atop it.

Would you like to be born as yourself again?
Oh hell yes!

Morning person or night owl?
Both/either i.e. I am often an insomniac.

Over easy or sunny side up?
A well done Sunny Side Up.

Favourite place to relax:
On the rocks in the park close to home, anyplace under the night sky.

Favourite ice cream flavour:
Chocolate chip, Cookie Dough, Vanilla with chocolate sauce and nuts.

You pass this tag to:
All those plagued by writer's block.


Wednesday, 11 June 2008

The Step Game

I follow in my father's great wake, skip for giant step. I've made it into a bit of a game, I imagine his six foot frame leaving a temporary indentation in the macadamized road and then plant my bare nine year old foot in the center of the impression. It keeps me amused as I accompany my father traveling from one palatial door to the next, gathering garbage so that we can relish the joy of frisking the waste in search of the seemingly worthless. Since it's an hour or so before lunch, I delight in the subtle savor of sizzling spices and herbs besiege my senses. The aromas that trigger desire intermingle with the stench of putrid festering foods of yesterday, which then delivered me the same momentous elation.
We arrive at the home of an aged spinster. She opens the door, hands my father the bleak bag that speaks of things dead and gives me a piece of candy with a wide gleeful smile etched into her wrinkled face. I take it with a grin and a slight joy brushes past me and dissolves her. As the transient dances with the permanent, my father reminds me of the inveterate liars we all are. The ones with argent and gold have been self-deluded into thinking the destitute are fortunate for they possess happiness. And the ones entrenched in penury are convinced that they are paying due penance for crimes committed in lives they remember not and may never have lived. Having received such declamations on several occasions, I lose track of father's words as I trace his path onto the next mahogany door.
We reach the threshold of a curious family that has an array of rumours incessantly pestering it- there always is a family that is preyed upon in a neighbourhood such as this where incongruity is looked at with askance and time is plenteous. Being a Sunday, the father, the crux of all rumours, opens the door. The man is undoubtedly formidable- towering over my father with shoulder built to support leaden worlds and thick eyebrows converging at the center, his dour look is an awesome sight. He eyes us and then hollers to his wife to get the garbage, a moment later his son comes up to him and tugs his shirt. But the boy spots me gazing at his red toy car and all thoughts of pater fade into abyss. He shows me the mesmerizing piece of plastic. It is unquestionably brand new- the wheels aren't frayed. It has several logos stamped on it and a faceless man seated in it. The scarlet paint gleams in the sun, taunting me. I grab the car and before the bliss seeps in and the boy leaks a tear, my father steals it from my fragile grasp and hands it over the austere man with a mumbled apology. His flinty features are slightly softened by a smile but his visage is still one that could make a man flinch. But for now, both men are cringing on the inside as they are stuck in one of those moments for which awkward is an euphemistic adjective. Ah! finally the wife arrives and hands over the bag of future prospects to my father. Both men breathe a silent sigh and we once again set off on our way.
All the way back home I am reprimanded for my ludicrous act and yet again my grip on father's words is loosened sometime after the first period for now I have added a new element to my game. Hereafter it is against the rules for me to step on leaves making it much harder considering the ample supply of withered once greens.


Saturday, 7 June 2008

I'm IT

I was tagged by Bharat and since it seems I haven't posted for nearly a month, I decided to give my blog a bit of a stir.

Ze 5 Zings About Me Tag

5 things found in my bag
  • At least two books (currently The Dubliners and The Odyssey)
  • My iPod which has only some 3 gig left :(
  • Something to write with.
  • Something to write on.
  • Empty space intended for money that I never possessed.
5 favourite things in my room
  • The vinyl records adorning my wall
  • Piano.
  • Laptop- me mac!!
  • The books littering every inch of my room (I don't have a book shelf, no room for it. So if any unfortunate soul decides to enter my room he/she/it will have to wade through a knee high pile of junk because every platform is loaded with books.)
  • Assortment of articles on topics ranging from music to astrophysics.
5 things I have always wanted to do
  • Travel back in time to the Renaissance period.
  • Sky dive, deep sea dive and get to base camp of Mt. Everest.
  • Visit and preferably live in almost every country on the bloody globe.
  • Learn Italian, German, Mandarin and how to play the guitar, drums and saxophone.
  • Attend a Pink Floyd concert.
5 things I am currently into
  • Go - riveting game!
  • Random and generally useless torrents.
  • Playing Halo for reasons beyond the tangible.
  • Trying to flesh out a story that has been roaming my mind for a while.
  • Avoiding the copious supply of house guests.
5 people I choose to further torment
Found this fascinating video, check it out here.