Plastic Watches

Nothing much to say....

Had nice icecreams, absolutely delicious mangoes, cleared the french exam. Nice day, nice evening.

Talked to someone i really cared for. Not a great talk, but then we atleast talked.

Mood : Lately, I've been walking, walking in circles
Watching, waiting for something
Feel me, touch me, heal me
Come take me higher

Sometimes you get the vague feeling that you are in a time warp

Been to a movie. Secret Window. Johnny Depp. Was supposed to be a thriller or something like that, it wasnt, except for a few scenes. Depp was devastating. 5 years before, the movie would have been a runaway jumpaway leapaway hit.

Depp is the only cast, uh oh.. there was a dog i guess and a pack of cigarettes somewhere tooo

5 years too late.

I'm sure that in time, every bit of the movie will be gone and the death will be a mystery... to none.

Normality is disconcerting...

Been an unusually normal day. Woke up early. Hit the road, almost landed myself a new job. Almost landed myself a few punches.

Hoping the job thing works out. Hoping that the punches dont. Met up a couple of old friends. Discussed the world. Cribbed. Felt good. Returned home. Slept. Woke up after 40 mins of bliss.

Met up with a friend. Planned for a movie. Called another friend, then called another. Another Called me, another and another. Signed up for GMail

Call Log:

Outgoing: 3 Calls (One going unanswered)
Incoming: 2 Calls (All calls answered)

Planned to eat healthy and sleep early. Going to a late night show and feasting on fast food. Sleep early and eat healthy... huh?

Feeling Laconic. Writing so.

Mood: Disconcertingly Normal

......stark reality hit me and did exactly the opposite.

...... heart which was vile beyond the farthest reaches of Satan


There is nothing like a blast of wind to clear a sore head and numbed senses... so goes a sentence that i have either read some where or have previously penned it myself.

The sentence floated to my mind on Sunday when a stark reality hit me and did exaclty the opposite.

That day, I cried. Though not as wholeheartedly as i would have wished to, but i was from the deepest recesses of whatever one would call it. Soul?

I cried, not for myself, but because of myself. I was sauntering in the streets looking for a bargain on books, finding none that caught my eye i walked along a litte further and strolled absentmindedly into my fathers office block. Deserted it was, as it usually in on Sunday.

Walking down (or was it up?) a flight of stairs, i encountered a man, he walked towards me with a pack of what seemed like incense, looked at me beseechingly begging me to buy them.

I told him that i didn't need them, the look on the man's face would have melted the hardest of hearts, and mine was definitely not one among them.

As i stood there trying to comprehend the depth of his feelings, he started his tale... "Sir, I promise to you in the name of Gayatri (a powerful goddess) that everywhere i go, I am being kicked out of offices and homes, people literally manhandle me, yet i continue to to lie and sell these, because i cannot die and i cannot beg. For every ten rupees i sell, i make a rupee, and in the past three days, i made a sale of exactly thirty rupees..."

It was all he could do to hold his tears back, it would have taken a heart which was vile beyond the farthest reaches of Satan to call them crocodile.

Three rupees in three days.

I rode back home. The whole perspective changed. What i thought were the most basic of human necessities seemed like lavish, extravagant and sinful luxuries.

The cold statistic refused to leave my mind... Three rupees in three days.

Even before i could gather my feelings, another was on its way...