Play the clay

I have been experimenting with plasticine.
Its a really good thing.
Of course,it would be wrong to say that I have not been influenced by Solo's love for plasticine as well.Its soft and takes up the shape of anything,thats on your mind.
So,people go abroad.Thats not a bad thing.But people,who never travel,go abroad and travel.Thats not a bad thing either.People who never travel,go abroad and travel and then put up pictures in networking sites.Thats not a bad thing too.
But then where does suddenly all the money come from???

I went to a pub sometime back.And I overheard,two guys,maybe drunks.
"They say the world is going to be destroyed by this Big Bang experiment"
"Yeah??Man,I aint a geek,but this Big Bang is freaky"
"These scientist must be really drunk to do this shit,man.It requires a drunk state of mind."
"Ever seen chitty chitty bang bang"

Its not funny.I know.Not even remotely funny.Its just funny when you are drunk,like that Afroman song.
Combat Nap is still taking time.Now I have been wondering if its actually worth it.I should be more organized and more focussed.I will start doing so,by buying myself a pencil.
Heh,buying a pencil amost reminds me of my school days.When Mrs B threw me out of the class for not having a pencil with me.I hear they still do that in schools.And the fact that they line up the little kids in a little nice way and move them through the corridors.Thats all they do in schools.Like robots,in a robot manufacturing unit.I imagined that as a school kid.Another friend of mine used to imagine that they are penguins,searching for igloos with eskimos.
Shit,its been quite a dreamy little month.Like eating breakfast with eggs,going for random Bombay trips,spending weekend afternoons in curtained rooms,drizzles and bitching.Its like being 18 and joining college.Its also like the craving for smoking up with your fuckbuds.The fuckbuds come and ramble on. But it aint that anymore.People talk about Bollywood and Atif on caller tunes.

I got myself a pair of expensive aviator shades.Finally.A friend thinks I shifted to Poland.Gtalk corrected him.

Sometimes,the dreams ,I get ,are so horrifyingly real that they question my very existence.
So,yes.I have not been sleeping well lately. I suddenly wake up with a jolt,wipe of the sweat,drink water and try to get back to sleep,unquenched.
Over almost a month,Ive dreamt not just about human shaped monsters,killer families,betrayals,deja vu, psycho-laughters..............................................
Yet,there is no depression.No stress.
Its like entering into an entirely different realm when I close my eyes.
When I wake up,the sun just seems too bright.
Its like the madman in the local to whom no one would give directions.
Or the beggar who spends his day's earnings to gift his daughter a toffee,no one would sell.
Or the mother,who sits on the footpath,silently shouting for alms,so as to feed her dying son.
Maybe,its the way of balancing out.Give lots to some,and none to many.The scales dont shift.Its a perfect balance.
And yes,everyone still smiles at you while you drift past the withering flowers.
I am not a prophet,but its just not a just world.