Fliey and Spidey

Dangles the spider in the air,

The flies buzz around without a care.

Lands the spider on the ground,

Now with excitement, the flies jump around.

Evil thoughts in Mr. Spidey's head,

Flies equals food, it's appettite's whet.

The flies unaware show-off their jazz,

Oh flies have a care! But they just say, “Shut up, you ass!”

Bold little Fliey gets very close

to bad tempered Mr. Spidey's nose.

Spidey's gone without food for more than a day,

And here is this juicy fly popping right into his way!

Pleased Mr. Spidey doesn't move a hair,

No sign of a twitch, this gives Fliey some more dare.

It itches to touch Mr. Spidey's back,

It lunges forward, it's head must have a crack.

Mr. Spidey bids his chance.

Readies himself without a second glance.

Fly and Spider in mid air meet,

And that's how they for the first time greet.

Little Fliey gets an inking of fear.

“Please!”, it cries out, “Spidey be a dear”.

But evil Spidey opens wide his mouth,

And the other flies stand as still as dead trouts.

Fliey in Spidey's grip!

The other flies scarper helter-skelter,

Now scared, they tumble over each other.

Spidey looks at them with glee,

He's so happy that he wants to pee!

A song the flies sing, an ode to their friend of bold.

Little Fliey's bravery will never go untold.

Though he was brave, it's a lesson for the rest,

Never mess with Spidey, that's what would be best.

Fliey being digested by Spidey! YYUM YUM!

Spidey with his cunning running strong,

He turns and thinks that he can do no wrong.

Just then a human foot alights,

And that's the end of Mr. Spidey's life

New Orkut Vs Old Orkut and Facebook.

Well well well..Orkut finally has gone for a huge makeover. It had to do  no option with even the Orkut loyalists moving to Facebook. The spice out of Orkut had fizzled out so what did Orkut do? It has re-invented itself. And it is cleverly trying to maintain an exclusivity about the new version-meaning allowing only people with invitations to access the new version. Nice aura. I personally was going loony, bleating about desperately for an invitation until a helpful friend took pity on me and sent it :)

The good points first. It's never been easy to look for your friends in the friend's list. One just needs to scroll to find the friend and the same for the communities too. One can now comment on the updates, à la Facebook. Loading hardly takes up any time now and yes it is faster and more jazzed up. And the best thing is that Orkut has left the option to revert back to the old version if need be.

The bad points- It's too too cluttered now.

The hype about the new Orkut will probably stem the flow from Orkut to Facebook but steadfast devotees of  Facebook are most likely to give the new Orkut a pass. One tends to think about the old Orkut with nostalgia. It was new then, there was excitement about using it, one never knew which old friend one would meet, there was the delight of reading the scraps, the sleepless nights thinking who will scrap you next et al.

 Let's see now whether revamping creates the same buzz for Orkut again.

Why Tunkie Sleeps So Much

No I haven't yet woken up since I went to sleep what seems like aeons ago or was it just yesterday or was it an hour ago. I am not too sure about that. I tried all that I knew, but it's tough to tread the fine line between emotions and cold practicability. But gloom nostalgia seeps in like the grey swirling mist through every pore of my skin and the weight which I'm lugging around becomes much more entrenched than ever. No I don't hurt no more. I'm just numb because the iron grip becomes stronger than ever. There is a sadistic pleasure in this numbness. And I have lost all desire to wake up.

Wrote this a long time ago. And it doesn't hold true anymore!!! :) But I still sleep a lotttt!!!!!

Things that I do and Catch 22

Finally my bike is home after being through hell. It looks all shiny-shoo, it also feels good to touch. But the best part is that it actually moves now.

After refusing to budge an inch, I deposited my bike with the mechanic during these holidays. The holidays came as a curse as well as a blessing meaning I was stuck at home for a week while my bike got a makeover.

I was a model of laziness this week. I lolled around the bed all the days, watched movies all the nights and fell in love with Catch-22.

Curiously, on previous occasions when I had attempted to read the book, I couldn't get past the first 4 chapters. And all the time not a word would penetrate my thick skull. Those occasions would amount to nearly 10-12 times. This time I was determined. I had to read it after being subjected to such rave reviews by an assorted number of friends and one going so far ahead as to even offering to narrate the story. (The friend did manage to tell me the plot and what exactly is Catch-22). The book didn't appeal to me previously and I found it to be sitting on the pinnacle of ennui.

Now I find myself eating my words. The book is singularly the most brilliant book I've come across in a long time and I happily hooked. And I also wish I knew a real Yosserian. He's cute.

The real Yosserian would detest the word cute.

RAMBLINGS

11.15 a.m.
Despite having a holiday today, I had to get up early in the morning for my French class. I was absolutely in no mood to go for the class preferring to snooze under the blankets in the cold chill.
But get up I had to. An awful bug called sincerity does bite me at times. I shed the quilt and got dressed.

Class was okay as usual. No spark of brilliance comes to me in French. My French though not high-quality does not at least hover on appalling. I try hard in and out of class. But invariably I become tongue-tied in class.

I'd promised mom that I'd be home by 11 in time to greet the BSNL officials when they come home to fix our internet connection. Our connection has fast acquired the reputation of being en fant terrible. Not a days goes without which I have to listen to curses and abuses hurled at the net connection. Just when I'm arguing with a friend as to the reasons as to why Lance Armstrong is one of the greatest sportsmen the connection goes kaput. All my words are lost and I lose the argument. My friend doesn't like Lance because he is
a) cocky and
b) he's got an attitude
I like Lance because he is
a) cocky and
b) he has awesome grit.

The word grit became very important while I was reading his book. Now whenever I'm down under I can think of him and stand up to tasks that I think are difficult for me to accomplish. He could win over and over and again because he had grit. Sometimes I like to think that even I have grit though not in a measure that he possesses.

So anyways now I'm home and waiting for the officials to come home and now the net had suddenly decided to behave itself. It connected fine and easily without any sign of struggle. Maybe it wants to embarass me when the officials come home.

2.56 p.m.
Whipeee!!!! The net promptly shut down when the officials entered home. The man cracked his head for couple of hours and yet the net did not connect. He fiddled here and there, drank some tea, changed some wires and still the net refused to budge from its stubborn stance. I was glad. Then finally at half-past 1, the connection made a feeble attempt to survive. And it did. It's working fine now. I just hope that it lasts while it's good. So a whipeeeee!!! once again. My net connection is now working fine....Twoot twoot!!

Yellow Flowers

From where I’m standing and looking down, I’m taller than the tree. I can see the top of the tree. It’s covered with yellow flowers and they look so beautiful. I just want to scoop up all the flowers in my hand and hold it against my cheek. I can see all the branches sway when the wind blows. It sways in all the directions. The flowers seem to jingle then from pure pleasure and thrill and that’s when I feel like swaying too.

That tree seems so wise. It seems to tell me a story each time I look at it. About the thousands of flowers it has borne, the numerous birds it has sheltered among it’s boughs, the pieces of vagrant fabrics stuck too it but never too often, the leaves that have been shiny green on it and then fallen down, turned yellow and withered away into dust, the countless raindrops that have seeped and filtered through it drop by drop..

But what I’m more interested in are the flowers because they seldom fail to send me to the heights of ecstasy. They just make me so happy. My heart feels warm then. I hear the sound of cheerful bells each time they sway. They sway with so much joy. It’s as if they are yearning to kiss the wind each time it passes above it. They seem content to be their right there, on the top. The highest flower can see so much from up there.

I wonder now and then whether the tree thinks about me. Many a time I feel that the tree now welcomes me by making all the flowers on it dance with wild abandonment. It’s as if the tree derives pleasure from making me happy too.

Very soon summer will pass and the tree will turn bare with dusty brown leaves leaving only an illusion and a whispering silence that will haunt me and remind of the beautiful yellow flowers of a golden and brazen summer. The rustling will never stop echoing in my ears the promise of a more splendid yellow summer next year.

A Letter

One of my best buddies is currently studying engineering in one of the most wretched places (that is what she thinks). Yellow and brown are two colours that she hates with a lot of gusto. It’s no use reasoning with her because she is mental. Period. When she was a little girl she used to abhor the sun because of the above mentioned reason.

A letter I wrote to her in hopes of cheering her up-
“Hi Ducky,
Let’s pretend for some time that everything around you changes to yellow and you are the only brown person with huge chunky Gold ear-rings alive in the universe. The people and animals around you have yellow hair, yellow teeth, yellow saliva, yellow snort, yellow pimples… you get the idea don’t you?
(I hope I have grossed you out, ha)
Ah so, then because you are the only brown person alive, all the people decide to wage a war against you to terminate you, so that no yellow man falls for your brownie charm and then both of you produce yellow brown hybrids(kids). That would be a catastrophe for the yellow people the yellow people don’t want that happening, coz you are somebody who would make their race impure.
But… you are the most slickest brownie alive. (this is because you have survived up till now). You don’t want to die coz it is your duty to populate the yellow earth with yellow brown hybrids coz it is the only way that you can achieve ‘Brown Nirvana’ and the Brown Gods would elevate you to the position of ‘SUPREME BROWNIE OF YELLOW BROWN HYBRID RACE’.
Now power means everything to you and you won’t stop at anything to meet your goals.
So now you have survived so many upheavals, what do you do?
Simple, you do yellow meditation! And by the powers granted to you, you temporarily turn yourself into a yellow being. You embrace the yellow people and tell them that you are actually one of them.( But only I can see through your plans, you slimy brownie).
Anyways, the yellows welcome you top their fold and you become one of them.
AND THEN----------
You start producing yellow brown hybrids.
The yellows now realize that you are actually an imposter, so they all come running behind you with yellow swords. But the Brown Gods realize that you are in danger and at that moment the yellow heavens open up and you rise upwards in a swirl of yellow dust.
And thus, you meet your goals and become
‘SUPREME BROWNIE OF YELLOW BROWN HYBRIDS’
You now achieve ‘Brown Nirvana’ and thus live in a bliss of yellow and brown, governing your yellow brown hybrids.
Thus your ultimate yellow brown fantasy got fulfilled.
OK now you can stop pretending that you are brown and the rest of the world is yellow. Instead you can pretend that sunflowers are growing out of your hair. He, he.”

I think my friend is going to hate me for the rest of my life.

It's All About Hmmm's

Most of my friends are in their first year of engineering. Everything is totally new to them and surprisingly even for me! It is so difficult to stop them when they start talking about their puffed up miseries and blown up tragedies! They bore my butt off. Nevertheless, I’m expected to sympathise with them because I’m their friend. It’s excruciatingly painful man, really tough.
A sample conversation goes on something like this: -

Me-How u doing man?
Them-Don’t ask yaar, life sucks big time man. Sorry man I couldn’t call you but I’ve been so damn occupied with my work.
Me- yeah?
Them –ya, you won’t believe it yaar. They (the teachers) have all lost it yaar, they are squeezing the hell out of us man. They’re driving us up the wall with their sick test and stupid submissions and the good old bloody assignments.
Me-Hmmm….
Them-And you know I’ve got 5 tests in the upcoming week and so many submissions. When do I complete them all? I’ll have to bunk some lecture to finish them. And then if I bunk some lecture, there is the never-ending problem of attendance.
Me-Hmmm…..
Them- It’s just all crap man. And the exams yaar, I don’t know a single thing. Each chapter is nearly 70 to 80 pages long. How do I do it all? There are 5 papers man. This Graphics is so tough man. The only bright spot is that it’s not there for the first- semester exams. That’s really a relief.
Me- Hmmm…
Them- Ya. And arrey I forgot to tell you only yaar. This teacher is there na and I don’t know what he’s got against me yaar. I couldn’t complete one submission on time so I went later to give it to him and then he just blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah…. I was nearly in tears and then you know blah blah blah blah blah blah blah………..
(I’ve gone to sleep by this time)
The blahs continue all the same. I chance to get up suddenly to still find them blahing their way to glory or maybe to blah-blah land. I get back to my stupor, praying for some respite. And then suddenly there is silence at the other end
Them-Hello. Are you listening?
I rescue myself just it time
Me- Ya ya. You go ahead man. That really must have upset you yaar. It’s okay man.
Them-Ya man it was utterly the most miserable time of my life and so as I was saying blah blah blah blah (pant) blah blah blah blah blah blah blah (pant pant) blah blah blah.
The panting and the wheezing and the gasping for air are the funniest part. However, sadly for me none of them believe me when I tell them that they do it. (The wretches)
So anyways, I’ve got myself a mind- numbing job to do for 4 years. It’s easy now talking in monosyllables. Come to think of it, it’s just saying the hmmm’s in the right place at the right time. I’m a good listener you know.

I'm new

Uh oh, i'm not quite sure about where i've landed. After breaking down the hurdles and going through the obstacles(the days it took to create this) whew! Man, i hope the effort is worth it!