Monday, October 24, 2005

Mysterious

A Man walks into a bar looking suspicious. He didnt turn his head and observed people from the corner of his eye. He was wearing a Hat a trench coat and was carrying one of those walkig sticks with a built in sword.

"I have a Package for Mr Smith", Said the guy in the trench coat.
"Who's it from ?", Asked Smith
"Its for me to Know and you to find out", Said the guy in a Trench coat on a hot summer day.

You see the ridiculousness of the above conversation. If you know, why make the guy guess. I don't see it. I just hate it when people tell me that there is some thing important to say, but not right now. Why tell me in the first place. We are not working for CIA. Nothing you tell me will lead to either one of us living in Bangladesh as shipbreakers. Don't sound important. I have other things to worry about.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Careless

I pictured a man painting. The man was bored. He's here every day and today he is bored. People love to see him paint. He didn't feel like putting on a show for the crowd today. He just sat there looking through the canvas. He didn't know what to do. He just sat, looking intelligent. Pondering over what to paint.

He didn't take very long. He threw some paint across the canvas. And he stood up and did the same. And he waited for the paint to dry and break. He topped it up by blowing some paint across the canvas.

He did it again. It looked godly. I loved it instantaneously. He wasn't very satisfied. But he liked it. He gave me the painting and said "Its been a lazy day, keep it".

He packed his bag and pushed on to another place. I looked on as he walked away.

I loved the night sky today.....

Friday, October 14, 2005

Dinner

I hate waiting. Waiting makes me feel unimportant. Time seems to crawl. I wonder why I am doing what I am doing. The universe and its creation is pondered upon needlessly.

It is very dark. Staying in the dark I adapted to this. This is my cover. The Dark is my cover. This does not mean I like the dark. Its the only cover I can afford. So I just wait. I have to kill to live. I hate killing. There is no escaping the hunger. I haven't eaten in days now. My last hit was unsuccesfull. I need this to work.

They aren't many hits these days. That's why its difficult to wait I don't know for how long. There has to be an easier way. I cant do this forever. I am getting too old for this game. I don't have patience I am so hungry. Life was ment to be different. I didn't want to be waiting here.

Ohh !! My wait could be over. Is he coming here? Looks well off. Looks well fed also.

I sprang him as he was passing by. With one swift blow I had him. This was too easy.

And so the Lizard Had his dinner

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Spin


Imagine an illuminated helicopter blade in a dark room. Now imagine it about 15 cms. Now imagine it spinning vertically. Now imagine that you are a camera at a very low shutter speed taking a picture of this. Now imagine the helicopter blade slowly turning clock wise in front of you. Now imagine it changing colour into any colour you like. Now imagine the disc splitting into two while spinning. Imagine them standing next to each other like twins. Now imagine them in a mutual spin around each other slowly. Now imagine them speeding up. Now imagine because of the mutual spinning they merge to form a ring. Now imagine this glowing ring is the rim of a long cylinder. Now imagine that the cylinder has a lot of parallel lines inside it. Now imagine traveling through the cylinder at a very high speed. Now imagine you punch through a gooey elastic translucent wall.

Now imagine Where you came out.

Monday, October 10, 2005

A traveling Village

I sat in a car listening to music on a hill top with my friends. We really loved what we were doing . Nobody talking,just listening to music with the windows rolled up coz it was too cold out side. We could see the entire city out in front of us.

At 3 Am the city looks really nice.

It took us about 2 hours to get to this place. And it was worth it. The city was laid out in front of us like Bart and Lisa's home town from Mt Springfeild. A city well lit up. A strangely symmetrical city. Not common here. And I looked up there were more lights. Its was like being sandwiched between two cities. It was beautiful.

To the right of us was a an old Mandir with a lit bulb on top of it. The mandir just seemed to grow around a tree. A gigantic eerie tree. A tree for the horror movies. And behind us was a vast empty nothing. Empty nothing because we couldnt see any thing. God just didn't build any thing there. We sitting on the edge of the world. We loved what we saw. We felt special.

that's why I love the night it leaves a lot to your imagination. I can say what I want about that place coz that's how I remember it. Hence that's how it is. We sat there in the cold of the night in our car wrapped in blankets listening to music. I love what music does. It set the mood right for this memory. The music made the night perfect.

The stars were bright and seemed to pulse with the music and so did the city. I felt like the part of a team sitting out side the play ground. Ready to be sent in any time. It was a perfect setting for an extraodinary night.

Just then... 2 truck full of people stopped right behind us. These trucks were carrying an entire village. I wish I had my camera. It was one hell of a sight. Until that time we had forgotten the entire existence of any other person. We had an entire village with us. They were lost. Wanted directions. It seemed to us that they were sent out to start a new village. They had every thing they needed in the truck with them. Hanging inside the truck was an old lamp running on kerosene.

It was a sight

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