Friday, May 22, 2009

in times like these....bleak and blighted times, the Modernist conception of 'circularity as a paradox' weighs down the wrong way, in the wrong direction, inflicting in the soul a galling effect- you desire for the inconsequential existence of a crustacean, or the insensate flapping of a gauze curtain perhaps...anything, but this all-important life compulsively clearing its throat to attract attention!
yes, they say we complete the circle, but the agent of completion is a strikingly (and in my case, revoltingly!) different man....Experience they call it too, but for me, its a fine heady concoction of a pint each of sarcasm, cynicism, pseudo-benevolence and stoicism...and, bottoms up! down flows in gushes, cascading life....
so i choose to see it, a futile and ridiculous exercise...for, what is it? huh??!
the feeling of deja vu is all that's left to strike....but will strike you nonetheless, as you rest your head on the chopping-board and in all your intellectual finery, pursue the all-too-silly act of imitating the chicken...yes! then it would strike!

Tuesday, May 5, 2009


A thousand bows of gratitude to the Benevolent Administrator above, who, by the grace of his divine blessings, brought back my accursed blog from the diabolical fangs of Death....
Oh! What terrible seizures of dismay i survived when upon the opening of my blog page, lo and behold! there was no blog! And there my screen grinned back in malevolent black- This blog has been deleted! I could glimpse snathes of the Fortune's Wheel, tipping me over, ever so gently, while it continued in its rythymic revolutions, in tune with my palpitating heart!
But now, a thousand coconuts will i break open at your altar, The Holy One; the oil distilled from it, will i wash my tainted blog in, resurrect it from the clutches of the deadly Shadow, embellish it with a thousand moonstones and sandstones, (rings ofcourse!) and last but not the least, never venture to gaze upon its bewitching, captivating, beauteous countenance, without having lighted a thousand vanilla-scented incense-sticks and muttered under my breath, a thousand prayers of deliverance....
So there!....Now come and harm me, you Wretch of the Underworld!
I fear not You, or a powercut, or a cheeky virus....for the Lord is with me, and i shall not want.
A-men.....(and for all you heathens, thats not a racial slang.)