Friday, August 25, 2006

One mans bane is a snails paradise


It seemed to the snails that the humans were there to entertain them and did everything from that point of view.

The wizened old snails would tell stories of how the humans rearranged the plants and the flowers in an organized manner for the snails to enjoy; How they made the bright, orange, hot thing that would sparkle and crackle and leave the surrounding earth pleasantly hot but of all the things that humans did the grandest thing ever was grunge drone music.

The elders considered it to be a little violent but the youngsters were quite crazy about it. The music was made by these towering musical instruments which were operated by humans, they made a constant rumbling noise and as the music played, giant arms would violently hit the ground and remove a chunk of earth. This sort of music was referred to as earth banging. At times the musical instruments would bang against the rock and break chunks of them, it of course was the famous Rock music.

Lepto, the young restless snail paced around in the bushes, listening to grunge drone all day long. He wanted to make a name for himself amongst the snails. And he was particularly impressed with the developmental work that Magius had undertaken at the bottom end of the hill, next to the sewer.

The sewer was of great interest to Lepto and his friend Redding. Both would be awake at the crack of dawn and used to hop away to the lower parts of the hill to the Triplex. This area was the equivalent of going to a circus carnival. Magius had called this area the Triplex and had prospered to such a great extent that he stayed in the top most penthouse of the hill, just below the human colony, complete with its own swimming pool puddle.

Once Lepto and Redding had clambered on top of Magius penthouse wall to witness what must have been the grandest party ever with beautiful female snails frolicking around in the swimming puddle with Magius and his chosen guests. Little Lepto thought to himself that when he grew up he would make the biggest Triplex ever and be even richer than Magius.

The Triplex as the name suggests offered three types of entertainment options, which one could indulge in at all points of time. The Triplex boasted of a racing track, where human vehicles zoomed past. In reality the vehicles were literally moving at snails pace but the snails registered it as quite the contrary since their eyes can see just about as fast as their feet can take them. Quite a magnificent spectacle, the cars did make for the snails. The track was the largest track in the snail world, all of 50 meters long.

Another human activity that the snails really enjoyed took place at the bottom of the hill just next to the racing track. Here humans would come and squat and stay for a little while and when they stood up they left behind strange shapes of a gooey mixture. At times the dropping of the mixture was preceded by strange trumpeting sounds. The snails quite enjoyed watching this ritual, they just could not get enough of it. The round part of the human anatomy, the dropping of the mixture and the sounds, Lepto could watch it all day long.

Combined with these two human activities, Magius the magnificent had started a huge multi-cuisine restaurant. In the upper tier (in the lower reaches of the hill but just above the sewer), one could feast on a variety of fungus and insects, in the upper sewer section a snail could get flies of a myriad variety and in the sewer section, which was open in the morning and then in the evening only, one could get fresh human gooey droppings, this Magius had branded as Sushi and this was extremely popular with the fashionable snails.

What a grand experience this was for the snails. Delicacies to savor, fast paced entertainment, human clowns performing, along with the strains of grunge drone. Magnificent, thought Lepto and said to himself, “Magius, you truly are a genius”.

So the next time, you are stuck in traffic just after Thakur Complex and are trying not to look at all those defecating by the side of the road, leaving behind turds of all shapes and sizes, think of Lepto and his wide eyed amazement and Magius, the doyen of snail enterprise and rest assured that you moving at snails pace is all for a good cause.

Right Side Up


This picture adorned the walls of many of the houses that I lived in. Never quite understood which way it was to be put up. Now why would anyone play the guitar the way this gentleman is . I even hung it horizontally for a very long time because that seemed more right than its actual orientation.
I once asked Anna why she bought this painting which seemingly made no sense. Disappointed she said, "So that you could try and make sense of it". That made sense to me immediately.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Gandalf and the Balrog
















The Gandalf impersonator woke up unusually early. The mystic princess was still asleep.

He was seized by the pangs of an empty void in the middle zone and a pulsating tsunami in the higher lands, caused by the golden concoction brewed specially for the celebration the previous night by the famed wizards, Justrini and Brooks (popularly known as J&B).

He knew that the crystal waters would soothe the violent sensations that engulfed him. It was time for the wizened 33 year old Gandalf impersonator to make his way to the Kitchen Cave.

As he trudged from the cool comfort of the corner cabins to the still airs of the cave, he failed to notice the seemingly innocuous stirring caused by the Balrog.

It was only when he reached the edge of the kitchen cave that he became aware of its presence. It as then that he recalled the words of the Mystic Princess, "Beware of the Balrog. If it manages to reach the Kitchen Cave, it is capable of creating havoc of such magnitude that will take eons (in mosquito years) to correct. Be extremely careful wise one, under no circumstances let this happen."

The flashback in his mind over, Gandalf turned around and the still airs resounded with his hoarse voice as he uttered the words, "You shaaalll not Pass."

The Balrog looked up at him and uttered the words "ku ku" and pitter pottered ahead of him into the kitchen cave.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Mind you

The mind is the enemy.
No mind, perfect harmony and peace.

Red Bull

Played tennis for 2 hours today. Was dripping in sweat after 5 minutes. There is some virtue in getting your clothes drenched in sweat. Gives one a sense of white collar accomplishment. Foolishly accepted a Red Bull from a colleague. And here I am at 2:30 in the morning wide awake like a bat.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Grey Skies, Cold Showers and Stereotypical Metaphors

The sky is a melancholy Grey. Not because of clouds laden with moisture (that's straight out of my 7th class geography text book) but instead due to a dust storm that's covering the upper echelons of Troposphere. The sun irrespective of how potent and powerful it maybe has not been able to penetrate this layer.

Down below it's a sauna. Those who are in Bombay might be able to relate to this to some extent. Imagine that its been raining over night and then a merciless sun comes out. Only the sun is not out here.

The one thing that I miss the most these days is a cold shower. That morning alarm that send jolts down your spine the moment it touches your hair and face and shakes up your mind and body from a state of weary lethargy and makes you alert and energetic like a tiger who has just sensed the presence of prey. The one moment in a persons day when he is perhaps in the present and the cacophonous rumble in your mind comes to a halt.

The above feeling is restricted to a fraction of a second for me as the water in the shower is always just a little hotter than lukewarm. The kind does not scald and feels pleasant. It might be nice but not quite what I am looking for.