One late summer night

This is not a story per se. It is written from experience, from emotions captured while racing through time and people. It is a collaboration of ideas from people who now live far and away. Call it an abstract collage, if you will, because although it looks like it makes little sense, it is full of actualities that we all confront.


2 AM
We came to a rather shallow halt. The highway has just been cleaned wet. Some idiot of a truck driver managed to dump a load of sand right in the middle of the road. Clogged up a bit of it and forced the Esteem to sway a bit while travelling at 120. Ah.. shit happens... Where's the product man??? Here we go mate.. Let me light it for you. The flame from the Zippo flickers against a rather cold midnight breeze, but we manage to light up a couple of products nonetheless. Dogged persuasion mate. We cant let go of this union. Union?? What union?? Dude.. Like the stars man.. They're shining so brightly like.. you know man.. and then the freakin' breeze like.. WTF?? Dude.. Like I just took 2 drags man.. And you already want me to pass huh?? Like gimme some time man.. Yeah man.. Is cool dude, take your time. We're hammered anyway, so might as well take it peacefully. Yeah man, like back at home I hardly got any man.. Even with the pipe I didnt get enough. I think my capacity has increased. Dude, what was your capacity in college like?? Why do you wanna know that? Just toke man! Peace!! He's like trippin' an aw mate.. Like them Hibs man.. Those guys trip like crazy those buggers ah'd say mate. Hibs an Harts, Glory be tae them Jam Tarts!!!! By the way mate,had ye ever imagined that sumthin' aw dis sort wud be happenin here an aw? I'm like 'yeah.. these guys got it goin' an aw', and boom!! Dude, this stuff is strong.. this is potent shit. Here, I'm done man.. I cant take no more. I'm already seeing things.. He he he he.. Stop laughing man. Feels great, disnae?? Oye, check this. I just wrote this stuff.. Came to my mind so.. Ha ha ..

2:30 AM
Oye, wanna go to Chamundi?? Like we gotta put petrol man.. Frick, I didnt get my debit card man. Koi nahi bey, I got it covered. We'll fill at that place that's open 24*7?? Yeah, aur nahi to kya?? We're goin' to Chamundi?? Dude, this is trippin an aw mate.. Absolutely, ah'd say. But we need some supplies... Dude, like I rolled 5 man. You were rolling while we watched the match?? Ya man.. like I wanted to stock up on that stuff like.. so... cool. Thanks man, you saved us this night.. Ya man, like you just gotta ask me man. Ask and you shall receive.. And check them , they're in the Classics pack on the dash. I rolled them straight man like... Yeah, they're straight alright. You've outdone yourself .. Oye, how much?? 500 ka petrol daal dete hain.. we'll need it later anyway. Ok. Boss?? 500. Speed ya regular?? Speed yaar.. Boss, 500 Speed, ok?

2:45 AM
"Its just no good anymore since you went away ....now I spend my time just making up rhymes of yesterday... One is the loneliest number ..One is the loneliest number..One is the loneliest number since you went away....since you went away".... Whooooh!!! These turns at 90??? Yeah!!!!

2:55 AM
This is just way too beautiful to behold. Yeah, like it's a cosmic connection, right??? It's like you don't really know where you're goin', and end up there by chance. But do you really end up there by chance?? I mean, you gotta want to be to there to be there, right?? But this is just IT. This transgresses everything man. It's way too pure, unadulterated, pristine and dark. It's ours man.. Totally bro, cheers to that mate!! Oye, peace kar. It'll ease out bhai.. You know we've never had things easy. Just take in this moment with friends.. Rest shall sort itself out in time. ACMNW... Ha ha ha ha ha ha.. Dont make me laugh so hard bhai! I'll choke on the smoke... Oye, kuch bhi eh?? Choke ?? Ha ha..
Anyone has plans for tomorrow?? Dude!! ManU's playing Everton tomorow.. Kick off kab hai?? 5:30 I guess... Peaceful.. We gotta go to Mandi man.. Like we're running low like.. No more stuff at home?? I had kept some in the bottom shelf of my cupboard.. That's over man.. I used that to roll these.. Theek hai, we'll go to Mandi tomorrow. Chalega na mere saath?? Of course bhai.. You don't have to ask..

3:15 AM
Open the trunk na.. We'll have better acoustics.. dude, take the smoke man..

An hour of silence

It's labour day today. Or rather a day to commemorate by not going to work and opening up those pints of beer that have been languishing in your refrigerator for the past fortnight because you were busy chaffing your ass for that American conglomerate which outsourced its work to that Indian IT company you work for. Hard earned break. Enjoy.

Started looking for some music that complements my life, or rather the abject lack of one. Searched true and hard and lo behold!! - there was mathcore and math rock to the rescue. To the 'average' person (sorry) its just noise. To me, its chaos in a Rubik's Cube. Slit and turn the pieces, decipher the complex break beats in your head, dissect the cryptic lyrics.. It's all about thinking, something I have not indulged in in the last few months. Just staple stalemate it has been. So Dillinger Escape Plan and Battles gave me someting to think about. And 65daysofstatic as well. But thenthey have no lyrics.

Was speaking to a photographer friend today. He claims to be dyslexic. Strangely the swear words never come out wrong from his mouth, nor the names of the chicks he digs. He wanted a little help with an introduction for an online exhibition of his photographs, and the write up that he had written was pretty obese and morbid, summarising the lack of depth in modern India and her denizens. I understood what he meant and noticing a few grammatical errors, corrected them. I helped another person.

Yellow lights on Southern Avenue.
Yellow flowers carpet the footpath
Where she diligently sits with an assortment
Of nicotine based products.
A lamp burns steady against a fleeting
April wind that hardly flutters a feeling.

Fingers entwined she speaks sweet nothings
Into his heavy ear while he gazes at the
Boats cutting through the tepid water of the Lake
Or so he wants her to believe.
The old man in Nike overalls casts a concerned look
Before waltzing away to his own tune.

Taxi on the sidewalk all burnished and pretty
Driver in tow sips his evening tea while
Recounting his dealings from the day's work.
Smart, suave, sassy, black.
A Japanese make, isn't it?
I would look ravishing in it, he ponders.

Walk with an empty mind as I
Buy my filter tipped from the old lady.
It's always the 3.50 rupees madam,
A Gold Flake and a packs of mints.
Then on the 223 from Panchanantala
Drop down at Lord's.

It's always a blur to me.