You know what?
Let's fall in love!
Let's do a cantaloupe dance,
let go a bit
and feel what's going on.
Let's fall in love
unabashedly!



You know what...
Let's stay away from all this.
Let's not thnk of anything else.
Platonic is best.
You can chalk out your options
and I will continue to remind you
that we are not hypothetical case studies
but
real humans
and that
we cannot
wipe out or memory banks
if we wish to...
I'll continue to remind you
that of all the options you chalk out,
we have only one to 'choose' from, really!
Let's keep things diagonal.
Not straight
longitudinal or latitudinal
but aslant.
That works best for both of us...

But enough from me...
You know what?
Now you tell me what you think
and then,
tell me the options you've chalked out...

Curious little fella

Butterfly boy kept coming back to see where the three of us were looking, to hear what we were listening to and also what we were talking about, and what we were doing.
Long train journeys make a whole coach full of strangers, behave like distant relatives of a fairly large family. We exchange pleasantries and later, begin to behave as though we know what the other person wants/ likes/ thinks.
Strange and wonderful.

Sometimes when I'm working on my computer and any given task is taking my machine a long time to prosess, for instance, a render of a film clip, and it makes this roaring sound, and i think, it's going to burst into a million pieces any moment now. That's exactly what I think my mind's going to do any moment now.
Burst into a million pieces.
If I could draw any better, I'd draw it.

PMS is awful.

I can't grow my nails, they're too brittle. Also, it's too girlie a thing for me to do, I don't have the patience to do it.

I must read something. I must write something, too.

The wedding

Some pictures from the wedding at
Ichalkaranji.

The orange lady on the berth in front of mine gave me ample opportunity for filling up my sketchbook...

I'm getting too lazy.
Should've written things down during my vacation itself.
Now I have four sacks full of memories and enough ink to write them down with. But
I'm too lazy.

Also, on the way to Miraj, when we were crossing endless golden landscape, B said, we were riding on the back of a big lazy lion sleeping in the afternoon sun.
On the way back to Delhi, when V and I were arguing about where we'd reached, B said, calmly, matter of factly; we'd reached the inskirts of Delhi.

B is full of life and enthuses me when I need the extra shot of adrenalin.

So, I'm absolutely single and not at all ready to mingle. Called up the only man on my mind, after many months. I was nervous. Really nervous. He was normal. Normal in the way he used to talk to others, not me. I hung up soon, didn't know what else to say. It pains me, this distance. Emotional distance. Pains me very much.

I will first write down memoirs of this trip in my green notebook and then perhaps write it down here. I gather, that will be the right course of things.

It's awful to be back in this city. Drives me nuts.

Can I not stay put in Ganapati Pule instead? I want to drive through the mango tree landscape every single day and when I see all the trees laden with fruit, it will be a happy day...

Last year, the best new year resolution I heard came from a junior at college. He said his new year resolution was 300 dpi.





(har har har haar har har)

Some more

What is it about this city that extinguishes all the exuberance that I carry back with me preciously guarded from distant places?

For starters

Happy new year!

I've been away for my friend's wedding and then a superb little holiday.
Details shall follow.
It was a great time and very rejuvenating. I feel brand new.
Sketched a lot in the trains and buses while travelling.