Kaminey baingan...
After a baingan (eggplant) pizza looks like life got a wee bit complicated. Abhi baby you always thought you either grossly overdid things else massively under-did them, but a baingan-pizza well seems you have been reduced to an insignificant blip and your thoughts rendered non-existent. Okay, I am over-reacting but a baingan-pizza!!! It is like fluorescent polka dots on a black canvas, like a chicken laying eggs on a satellite launch-pad... Urrrgh, what really is bringing about this nervous break-down is that it actually tastes good :-(
No, no, I am actually quite ecstatic, I found a long lost friend after years of search...looking forward to that trip back more than ever now. Stuck with a project and term paper and also suffering from a reading-block, nothing is going into my head any more. Hah.
Involuntarily gulping down orange juice right from a 4 liter 'juice-tank' has made one of my oldest dreams (inspired by America) come true. Yes, I had watched it in hollywood movies and home made videos of relatives from America and gushed waiting to do it myself - involuntarily of course. Sadly it had more to do with being lazy about washing a mug. Bidding farewell to movie-piracy, am now a proud paid member of netflix and watched Persepolis today - in its simplicity lies its genius. Sometime having a bunch of human beings play out a story is just not enough...cartoons and animations will continue to be one of my first loves and if I ever marry a rich Dubai Sheikh (I don't know why) with 5 or 6 wives - implying I would be expected to spend very little time with him and vice versa, I would love pursuing a career in animation then. I have no clue why I should particularly be married to a rich Dubai sheikh for it, but have always connected my animated ambitions with sheikhs from Dubai.
Anyway, talking of marrying, I wonder how people marry... I mean I know you either fall in love and marry else take other conventional routes through parents, papers or the internet in present times. But, when you don't fall in love and you loathe the paper/internet way and you know you are not interested in any of you parents friends sons or your own friends or your friends friends, how would you marry? Socialize? But, if you don't socialize either? Hmmm...
Received a mail just now, he says "your letters still continue to entertain ". I have this irregular attacks of writing silly poems, but then I dont really enjoy poems or poetry... I used to often joke with vidyashankara while in college that I'd write him a love letter someday, so one day when he was sick in bed this was what he received
Sun, Jun 26, 2005 at 11:38 AM,
Dear Shankar Li,
I believe I promised you my words for free,
What I thought I joked about was a letter of love,
But, sad you couldn't see through my bluff.
Three years is all you need,
to know how gals could mislead.
You ought to learn from past follies
and forbid them from becoming your present worries.
Take my advice and flee to the bed,
its the place you'd have least at stake :P
Do not get me wrong and horny,
these are my honest words for someone as porn-ie.
Good night and get well soon. but not too soon.
Guh, I was so silly, can't deny I continue to be one but getting better (or should it be worse?) :-/
In remembrance of the cherry-blossoms, especially now that it is this depressing:
No, no, I am actually quite ecstatic, I found a long lost friend after years of search...looking forward to that trip back more than ever now. Stuck with a project and term paper and also suffering from a reading-block, nothing is going into my head any more. Hah.
Involuntarily gulping down orange juice right from a 4 liter 'juice-tank' has made one of my oldest dreams (inspired by America) come true. Yes, I had watched it in hollywood movies and home made videos of relatives from America and gushed waiting to do it myself - involuntarily of course. Sadly it had more to do with being lazy about washing a mug. Bidding farewell to movie-piracy, am now a proud paid member of netflix and watched Persepolis today - in its simplicity lies its genius. Sometime having a bunch of human beings play out a story is just not enough...cartoons and animations will continue to be one of my first loves and if I ever marry a rich Dubai Sheikh (I don't know why) with 5 or 6 wives - implying I would be expected to spend very little time with him and vice versa, I would love pursuing a career in animation then. I have no clue why I should particularly be married to a rich Dubai sheikh for it, but have always connected my animated ambitions with sheikhs from Dubai.
Anyway, talking of marrying, I wonder how people marry... I mean I know you either fall in love and marry else take other conventional routes through parents, papers or the internet in present times. But, when you don't fall in love and you loathe the paper/internet way and you know you are not interested in any of you parents friends sons or your own friends or your friends friends, how would you marry? Socialize? But, if you don't socialize either? Hmmm...
Received a mail just now, he says "your letters still continue to entertain ". I have this irregular attacks of writing silly poems, but then I dont really enjoy poems or poetry... I used to often joke with vidyashankara while in college that I'd write him a love letter someday, so one day when he was sick in bed this was what he received
Sun, Jun 26, 2005 at 11:38 AM,
Dear Shankar Li,
I believe I promised you my words for free,
What I thought I joked about was a letter of love,
But, sad you couldn't see through my bluff.
Three years is all you need,
to know how gals could mislead.
You ought to learn from past follies
and forbid them from becoming your present worries.
Take my advice and flee to the bed,
its the place you'd have least at stake :P
Do not get me wrong and horny,
these are my honest words for someone as porn-ie.
Good night and get well soon. but not too soon.
Guh, I was so silly, can't deny I continue to be one but getting better (or should it be worse?) :-/
In remembrance of the cherry-blossoms, especially now that it is this depressing: