The shuttle crackling sound of the leaf was a reverberation.
As the joint was passed around,the stories of the world were being discussed.
Bill Gates steps down,West has it all,Madonna and Guy splits,Ambani loses money to be richer,millions joining the B-schools,the China talks.
Malnutrition in Somalia,debt of an Indian suicidal farmer,mental torment in Afghanistan,a weeping abused kid turns to prostitution,injustice in the middle east.
Raped and over abused.
In between all this delirium and the smoke,Our Mother Earth just turns a page.
The joint is passed.

Its 2.30.
Im a bit zonked.
And I feel happy.
Dejected but happy.
This is a no-nothing post.

I would not say that I dont really care.

Today's Track:Most Precarious by Blues Travellers

There lives this person,called the Oyster boy.
Smokes.Drinks.But doesnt kill.He just tries,strives and earns a living.
He lives somewhere in the down-south of a great impartial nation with an aspiring doctor brother,a bereaved mother and a paralytic suicidal father trying his luck with one of those 'cry for help' things.
Scrimpy salary,not enough to make both ends meet.
Consider a timeframe,and the survival rate for him would have dropped to zero,maybe.
That is his life.
But the story is not about him.
The story is about some thousands of middle class families,we choose to ignore with a belief of "that great nation" Rising.
What rise are we exactly talking about?what?.
The story is about the emotionless anarchic conformity of human existence.
There are good men,like the Oyster boy.
There are bad men,whom we may or may not respect.
And then there are socialites.Highly respected by the society,white-collared,masquerades with congeniality and love yet is evil to the very core.
Unhearted fucks,I spit on them.
I thought losing all hope was freedom.But not when,hope really does not exist anymore.
I was almost moved to tears.
But hey,my excuse is that I can never change the world,can I now?



I have not been blogging lately.I was actually busy being the corporate whore,that I always have been.Earning paychecks and slaving for white people from white rich land.
The Calcutta holiday has been,lessay, a blast.
It was as usual great to drink and smoke up with Roy,yet again.Finally got to know Cee and Onn and Dreamy.Hanged out with Pooja,got acquainted,which never really happened the last time we met in Pune.Got beerdrunk with Rahul.Watched a German-legend goalie pose for photographs and not play,while Dada entertained Eden Gardens.There were quite a few more surprises that spewed along the way,but are un-mentionable here.
I have been feeling rather green.Envious.

Of Rishi's Tattoo. (see picture of Roy and me in my infamous Road Rage tee)
Chumma ran away again,I think.
Of others' ability to play the guitar.
And of successes of some people around me.

But even after all the green and the cribbing,Im happy.I happy for reasons unknown.Happy for things not going my way and resigning to it.I have also been hallucinating and suffering from temporary memory loss.I have been drinking,quite a bit and happily.Sometimes smoking up.I even blacked out recently,happily,again.I hallucinated while I was in office.And I promised never to drink again,and broke my promise the very next day.Happiness is such a drug that it makes you happy,all over again.I love the idea of creating delusionary ideas and escaping all away.
My un-photo blog is coming up soon,Combat Nap,Watch this space or that.
A certain person is definitely not fat,even though she is convinced she is.
Orkut revealed an ex-foe.He has bitch-tits now.
And something's up. I can't tell for sure.
Ever seen a Hippo dance??They need lots of love.
So do I.more and more.