nine

9 years of the decade.

9 lives of the cat.

9 lives of the sue, 4 lost.

9 years of blood and bond

9 friends.

9 joints.

9 minutes of the day.

9 hours of the day of laughter.

9 minutes walk to the hostel, from college

9 kms to Pecos, from home.

9 to 9 in and around the jungle.

9 to 9 in and around with the jingle in Bangalore.

9 is (1+2) * 3.

9 is (1*3) * 3.

9 is (3*1) * 3.

9 is (4-1) * 3.

9 is (2+1) * 3.

9 is (3) * 3.

9 is the 9 years of the decade.

* idum: crack the last para! :)

Black Coffee and Red Wine...

Fear not, my lil bee..
if the flowers are late to bloom this year.
Fear not, my spring blossom..
if spring is a little delayed this time 'round.

It might be that much bit colder,
but the thoughts are warm as ember;
the future is still ours to make,
nothing else will matter as we have our cake.

We've searched high, We've searched low;
I searched in between, you searched around;
You looked for an inspiration, I looked for a muse.
Yes, We looked below and We looked above.

A word, a saying, a phrase, I pondered.
something that will stand the test of time,
one that we could reflect back and smile in wonder.
The 'piece de resistance' of my life.

A while it has been for the snow to thaw,
morning suns have come and evening suns have gone
to realize the 'piece de resistance' is but us
it took it's time but the mist is clear and autumn has set.

Clouds in the coffee and loopy butterfly swirls
Smoky wine filled with sneaky pecks
paper balls at unsuspecting head bangers
starry skies and a distinct voice over

Ah! we will have the valleys and we will have the hills
I dont mind either as long as I have you.
This is not mush nor is it sappy.
This is THAT very blue berry cheese cake.

So twirl that twirl and flounce with a skip
Smile that flashing smile with a hint of mystery.
The path is slippery but our balance is good
I will see you beyond the lake with tiny rose buds

forever and ever...

"I'll do my dreaming with my eyes wide open, and I'll do my looking back with my eyes closed"
- Arata, Tony.

Addictions from the Loony Bin...

Addiction:
Wikipedia says the aforementioned term is used in many contexts to describe an obsession, compulsion or excessive physical or psychological dependence.

The papers are all over this 'disease' (if i may term it so) on the latest addictions, their cures and the highs with the lows not to mention the inherent damage to our already damaged society.

This got me wondering on what my various addictions are and here due to immense boredom I list them out...

I am addicted to music
(No, I don't have any talent; a ear for music is all i can boast of)

I am addicted to food
(Good Food I might add, can be quite finicky about this)

I am addicted to pornography
(Yes, not afraid to admit this; I love good innovative erotica - keeps the mind fresh and young; also nothing beats a boring lazy afternoon than good porn)

I am addicted to the Telly
(Man's greatest invention. period. I can watch just about anything. Ask Sue, much to his great annoyance)

I am addicted to reading
(I'll read anything from scribbles on the back-ends of bus seats to doodles to books of almost any kind, restaurant menus, tv guides, obscurely old and decaying newspapers everything bar stuff that came in school text books - ironic).

I am addicted to checking my emails every 5 minutes.
(For the sheer excitement of getting a long mail. However, technology just plain scares me. I hope my life partner is more technologically competent and brave. I'm going to need her to be). :)

I am addicted to sappy soap operas - *Cripes, I'm a woman!*
(This however does not include the ridiculous kind that come on zee, sony or star plus in any way i might add).

Addiction is Football.
(even if it's watching a bunch of kids play in a narrow alley).

I am addicted to doodling, dawdling and rambling.
(a fascination of the holy trinity, I hope to carry all the way to my grave).

I am addicted to nonsense.
(More often than not this makes more sense to me than everything else).

I am addicted to sloth.
(FAVOURITE activity..!!)

I am addicted to being paranoid.
(does this qualify as an addiction or am i just plain 'mental'). *hmmm*

I am also addicted to this certain rainbow that fills up the sky with oh so pretty colors. This is one addiction i shall fight hard to keep not that i think it'll require much.

All in all, I love my addictions and a junkie is what I am. Thank the mighty Lord for that.

Crazy Genetics.

I found a sibling through a brother;
this brother shared my blood more now than before..
We tipped our mugs, my rainbow and I.
The crazy two not far behind..

Whose parents are to blame, we know not.
luckily we didn't have to wait for the Kumbh Mela;
Just a lazy tub o' lard and a home away from home,
What started with nervous titter, took off to boisterous fantasies

G-Strings, pink butterfly wings;
A tall stainless pole and a sparkling corset
Tiny teeth, more creepy than friendly pats
Some got naked, some built a reputation.

We wondered, we pondered;
We spoke without speaking;
Love was noticed, bonds were made
mugs were passed all around..

Now we all set forth on our trail,
a lumpy heart and a heavy throat;
I know we'll meet again, sooner than later
for crazy people tend to revolve always and ever.

This comes from an evening spent a while back but the memory of that day remains as fresh and wonderous as hot oven-baked scones..