Boo it is

Do I have a right to sit with myself. Help myself out a little. I am troubled, tainted, tortured, tired and tormented by it all. It is like attending to an accident where several people have died, and you can't attend to your own dead family because you can't afford yourself that luxury right now. Shit. Pardon the expletive.

Someone show me out of the theatre. The protagonist that I am, has played a controversial role already. The audience is gawking. People have been pained by my act. I know not why. Is it too bad to want something?

Fed lost to Rafa @ hardcourt, and said this, "The problem is you can’t go in the locker room and just take it easy and take a cold shower. You’re stuck out there. It’s the worst feeling. ... It’s rough."

I can somehow see what he meant. I need to go back to the shower now. Ever spent that much of time under a shower in a single day?

G'nite folks.

"Extreme Ways"

[Theme song, the Bourne Supremacy]

Extreme ways are back again

Extreme places I didn't know

I broke everything new again

Everything that I'd owned

I threw it out the windows, came along

Extreme ways I know move apart

The colors of my sea

Perfect color me

Extreme ways that help me

That help me out late at night

Extreme places I had gone

But never seen any light

Dirty basements, dirty noise

Dirty places coming through

Extreme worlds alone

Did you ever like it then

I would stand in line for this

There's always room in life for this

Oh baby, oh baby

Then it fell apart, it fell apart

Oh baby, oh baby

Then it fell apart, it fell apart

Oh baby, oh baby

Then it fell apart, it fell apart

Oh baby, oh baby

Like it always does, always does

Extreme songs that told me

They helped me down every night

I didn't have much to say

I didn't get above the light

I closed my eyes and closed myself

And closed my world and never opened

Up to anything

That could get me along

I had to close down everything

I had to close down my mind

Too many things to cover me

Too much can make me blind

I've seen so much in so many places

So many heartaches, so many faces

So many dirty things

You couldn't even believe

I would stand in line for this

It's always good in life for this

Oh baby, oh baby

Then it fell apart, it fell apart

Oh baby, oh baby

Then it fell apart, it fell apart

Oh baby, oh baby

Then it fell apart, it fell apart

Oh baby, oh baby

Like it always does, always does

Jack and his alter-ego

A very drunk and very frustrated Jack happened to meet up with his alter-ego the other day. They shared another drink, and the Alter-ego asked Jack, "You don't look too good. What's wrong?"

To which Jack said, "I love her. I do not intend to live a life of nymph-less misogyny. And I am not a philanderer. I love them. I do not intend to lose their vicarious omni-presence because of a break of faith. I want it to be painless. I know not how it shall come about. Someone drug me to sleep. And wake me up when it is all over. Like in Click. Like in the song 'wake me up when September ends.'"

"Do I really fit into the scheme of things. Am I really one who can handle this. I am not wont to giving up easily. And of all the causes I have pursued as an erst-while zealot, this one cause warrants more effort than all others put together. Or is it so. You think so too? You defer? Maybe. I might be wrong. Maybe this isn't something I should be putting my head into."

"Should I rather not be concentrating on studies? Have I not begun to 'go astray', in their terminology? But again, dear alter-ego, I ask myself: Till when, jackass. Kab tak karte rahoge mugai. And how far do you think its going to take you, eh?"

"I have become a failure-prone device that has run out of warranty. Wear and tear seem to be the only plausible reasons. And the Lord Almighty doesn't cover that sort of thing in the terms of the sale agreement. I might take this up. But will I be able to drive it to a conclusion. Will this be the end of the road? Okay, what if this does materialize actually. What if it all goes hunky dory, and then things begin to fall apart. Will I be able to face upto them?"

"Or should I really worry about it? I mean, I have been doing what they always wanted me to. Do I not owe this much to myself? A pursuit such as this doesn't look good if you're a good-for-nothing jackass. I am not a good-for-nothing jackass. Maybe a little fautly and failure-prone and slightly low on self confidence offlate, but I am not good-for-nothing. It won't be considered another jewel in a crown of going-astray. It is something that I owe to myself. And to her."

"But of all things, dear alter-ego, tell me this: At 23, am I thinking too much. Why should I rather not feel happy in her company, and leave things for the future. Let them fall around and sort themselves out for themselves."

"Give me a solution. I am an analyst with a keen eye for numbers. Talk to me. Speak with me in numbers. Give me answers. And if that which I seek isn't what I am destined for, then make it apparent as soon as you can. I do not want to tarnish that which isn't mine." Having said this, Jack, who was already over-drunk, rolled over to the edge of the table and dozed off.

"I am touched, Jack," said the Alter-ego, "you seem to have learned a lot of things that you weren't inherently programmed for. It is good for you. But this isn't you. Think dude. Are you really in for this."

But Jack wasn't listening. He had been over-dosed, and he was dead for a good forty seconds now.

That was Jack's predicament. What about mine. Sala mai toh daru bhi nahi maarta. :|

...But Mallu can't ride ssala!...

So Mallu recently got committed. [Mallu's a jackass who happens to be a great buddy and a fellow wingie from Kgp. This is a second entry on my blog which involves the idiot. The first one is here]. And even more recently, he and his bandi were out boozing on a lazy afternoon. While returning, stupid Mallu rode rash on the bike and managed to meet with an accident. Though the thick-skinned fatass survived the fall with minor abrasions, his babe got hurt big time. She broke her wrist (yea, you know with bandi's na... feathery, fragile and shit).

I just happened to come by a nice song whose lyrics can be hacked to fit mallu:

Hai mota, hai popular, hai mota, hai popular, spectacular, he is a bachelor

Mallu ki Buddhi tez hai, Mallu kudiyon mein craze hai

Mallu ki skin hai jet black, Mallu dikhta african hai

Fenny ki Bottle haath mein Sutta Kings wala

But Mallu can’t ride-a-bike saala, Mallu can’t ride saala

Mallu chala nahi sakta

Tirkit tana tirkit tana teeri tana let’s dance

Tirkit tana tirkit tana teeri tana let’s dance

I know I have invited the ire of Mallu and his babe upon having written this entry :P, Though I do firmly believe that neither will really care :D