Redux, please.

Past 10:00 PM.

As is typical in most Indian towns and cities in the 80s/90s, a mandatory power outage, unjustly called 'load-shedding' is in effect. The only candle in the room flickers to the occasional gust of wind blowing in through the door left ajar. The fenced veranda outside the door is cold; not discomforting, just chilly enough to warrant the glass of rum in dad's hand. And here, at the foot of his chair where I've comfortably buried myself between his legs, wrapped in one of mom's old sarees, shielding myself from the cold and from mom's calls from within the kitchen; in this veranda, amidst the gentle rustling sounds from the coconut trees and the tinkling of the vessels from inside the house, watching the clothesline sway to the tune of the melodious Hindi songs of yore as if magically in concert with the dancing shadows cast by the timid flame, I dream of the years to come.

And no, I do not see myself sitting alone, counting each moment as it passes by, awaiting this selfsame moment to come by, now.

Wish

Despair is when the only happiness lies in your wishing for some.

Starbucksagas

Dear pretty ladies,

I think it's only proper to assure you that neither have I a history nor do I intend - to ask you to make sweet love to me, or ask you out on a date, why, even start a conversation - the very first time our eyes meet and we happen to smile at each other. So, really, have no qualms and rest assured that the table beside mine is a perfectly safe bet and would do you no harm to sit and have your cup of coffee only if/when there's no empty chairs to be found next to those you feel comfortable around.

Sincerely,
abumpkin

Mumble-Jumble

If someone had, a decade ago, looked me in the eye and said "listen here child, you should know, by the way, that you shall be very unhappy in the course of your life", I would surely have, in all probability and as was my wont, reproached him for having said so for I always thought I knew its meaning and hence understood life the best,  or at least better than many who were older to me. And that's kids for you. Children always think they have the best ideas, ideas to change society, why, mankind, even. And it takes a lifetime to realize how wrong those ideas were. I wish someone had; I wish to have known the truth. 

For the love of curves

<3 MATLAB

I need to start learning to write better, simpler and lesser code. 

Some day...

Resuscitation

09/11/2011

I cannot recollect the last time I sat with a set of drawing pencils for company. What do I title it?

Weak

Something ticked me off last night - woke and shook me up, and soon after I rubbed my eyes and stretched my limbs to the farthest extents they could whilst staying attached, I switched 'on' the computer and my mind 'off'. And it was gone, just like 'that'. Much as I resolved not to move from my bed to try to get some sleep trying hard to forget this, I couldn't; acceptance comes hard in matters such as these, for it questions one of the very basic of human capacities, the ability to make and evoke memories, and this, more importantly, mine.

Did I have a lot to say?!

Part Five ends.

But what is this all to show? Of a capacity for compassion, nay, of feeling at all? What keeps you attached to this nonentity, a mere book; and what for, these moist eyes? How long will it last at all?

Part Six to go.

07/11/2011

Flhighing...

Days go by

5:00 PM: I'm woken by the phone ringing by my side.
8:00 PM: Nothing's changed since I awoke.