WINTER SUN

Winter has to be my favouritest season. Monsoon is close, but winters are way to beautiful. You might not agree with me if you come from a part of the world which is always cold and laugh at me when I say I dream of seeing real snow someday. Well all I have to tell say is each one to her/his own.

The best part about winter is the sun. It's almost like half of the sun's rays take leave during winter. So, its warm and soothing. For once it's welcome. Everytime I sit and soak Vitamin D, some very distant but clear memories come to back to me.

It is almost like the sun switches on some button and I see myself in my mothers house. There is a big open courtyard there and I see myself lazing on an old armchair in the sun. This has never happened before. Maybe it has. The winter sun just gets this image in my head and I dream of the big court yard and the blue swing.

Or perhaps trapped in the concrete comforts of a so called city life, some part of me still yearns to be in a quaint, dreamy countryside. Where life is paceless and beautiful and you feel every moment that passes by. Where a nap in the winter sun does not make you lose anything, it just makes the season more beautiful.

This could just be a very romantic illusion of a city bred person, maybe all that quaintness has something disturbing in it. But isn't that the beauty of anything romantic? It rides over all the maybes and creates an illusion of its own.

So I have to make a confession that Shaw's Bluntschli made, "I suffer from an incurable romantic disposition." Blame it on the loveliness of the winter sun.

A FACE IN THE CROWD

Do I know you?
Your face looks familiar.

Did we ride the bus together?
Or maybe we hailed the same cab?
Were you there at the cinema hall?
Or the queue for popcorn?

I know I know you.
I have seen you somewhere.

Am sure it was not a movie poster,
nor was it the TV.
Was it the book fair last evening?
Or at the coffee shop on the street curb?

Before I could find out,
the elevator opened its mouth,
and you stepped out.
Another face lost in the crowd.

COLD, FULL of FEELINGS and VERY VERY DARK

This is the era of the undead. The creatures of the night are back. Not that we ever left, we have been around way before the oldest human but this time our presence is extremely difficult to ignore. We are improved versions of our former selves but that has not affected our attractiveness. Instinctively we are bad, and bad is good.

Some of us have rings which help us walk in broad daylight just as you do. There are others who are not harmed by the sun at all. They avoid it only because their skin sparkles and might give you humans a complex.

I have not glamoured or compelled (whichever one you understand, if you don't then we will come and show you how it's done), the person writing this blog. She is already in love with our kind. So she just let me write this one post for her. She tells me that her blog is the least famous, but we don't like making a show of things ourselves.

We talk to you haters. You are silly mortals and you talk silly. When we will bare our fangs, you will not know where to run. Some of us are mind readers we will know where you are the moment you think about it. We hang out with foreseers so we will know where you will be even before you know.

We stand up for those who like us. Ask Bella, Sookie or Elena they belong to these times. So keep your hate to yourself and stop bothering those who don't agree with you. If you do, we will take the pleasure of ripping your heads apart. We don't want your blood. Sure it sucks.

TROUBLE IS AN END

This year seems to have slowed down. The rate at which it started it should have been Oct 2011 by now. But I guess it suddenly wants to enjoy itself. The last few days it has. What a pain!

This brings me to my new theory and like always it is so true. Whenever something is coming close to an end, it gives more trouble. The other way to put it is when something starts troubling you a lot, you know it is going to end. Take a few minutes and turn this over in your head. The good part is that now we at least have a sign which will tell us things are going to end.

Easiest example is death. We become more troublesome as we approach death. Pain, stubbornness, illness, it all heightens before everything ends forever. Am sure you will have arguments to nullify this. But I am not saying there aren't any exceptions.

Pick up a thriller or a movie. All the problems hit you one after the other and you know its time for the end. Even pain for that, when it reaches its highest point and becomes unbearable you know it has no option but to end.

Lets find more stuff:

School: Before the term ends you have exams and board exams before school is finally over.

Relationships: (not an expert but generalizing): Horrible fights and boughts of doubts and mistrust before you finally call it off

Ketchup bottle: You know it's getting over when you have to shake and shake to get whatever is in it to move.

Soap: The dying soap bar will slip out of your hand and make you chase it on the floor.

Pregnancy: It ends with labour pains which lead to the beginning of another pain.

Shit: It takes all your energy to get rid of it (ie if you are constipated). The last shot is the toughest one and then it's done for the day.

The last crunch: You breathe in, your muscles revolt, your sides hurt, but you have to do it. Phew! and it's over.

Now am going to spend all my waking hours even the non waking ones think of what else can go up on my list. If you have come with me so far, am sure you can't but help thinking of more classic cases. Or it might get you thinking about situations which led to some kind of an end.

In case you do come up with something, leave it on my page. Please! am not forcing people to comment on my post. How lame is that. I will write even if you comment asking me to stop.

Remember, things, people give you more trouble before they end. :)

THRONE THEORY

Big ideas or even small ones always strike on the throne. They hit you when you are helpless and depend on your dying ability to remember things. I believe I have a logic to explain this idea striking on throne phenomenon. Of course I will explain, even if you don't care. This is my blog and my words rule here.

Every time we sit on that grand throne we sit to give out something from within. It might be in any form but all of it goes out, it leaves us. As a result of this there is a vacuum. When something old goes, something new steps in to take it's place.

Shit or pee leaves you, ideas strike you. They are fresh and new, coming because the old has left you and there is place and scope for change.

Bereft of ideas, creativity imagination? Chuck the pot and hit the throne. Am already on the way to my queendom.

SPARKLING NEAT SHINING CLEAN

Oh no! She is back again. The world has been trying to drug me with lazy pills but I have fought them to come back and write for those who miss me. Well honestly the ones who miss me have been missing forever.

The world is one big mess. Not like it has an option.

Imagine a sparkling neat and shining clean glass bowl. Such a beauty. Then imagine someone pouring condensed milk into it. Next one pours some thick chocolate sauce. Then comes some mayonnaise, followed by some yougurt, mango milkshake, custard, thick tomato soup and mustard sauce.

Now think of the bowl again. Yuck it's greasy and dirty. It should have burst because of all these contrasting ingredients. But it stays. Bears it all. Thinks of the days when it used to be a sparkling neat and shining clean bowl.

This is not some chef's secret recipe. Please don't try this at home. Actually, try and tell me how it tastes, i.e. if you live after eating it.

Didn't get it. There is nothing wrong in being slow. I respect slow people because I am quite slow myself. This will not change anyone's life. There is no need to hurry. You will get it eventually. Take it easy. The world is a mess you might slip if you hurry here.

HIDE and SEEK

Have you heard of inspiration?
I have been looking for her station.
A face, a line, some moment in time,
something that brings out the perfect rhyme.

The search is driving me to desperation,
What is it that will bring her to me?
A prayer, a ritual or something more tangible.

The corner of a street,
the ice cream shop.
A window in my house,
she is no where to be found.

In lanes shadowed by trees,
the clear flowing stream.
In the smile of a child,
she is missing every time.

Singing birds with coloured beaks,
their songs don't seek her for me.
Every single beautiful sunrise,
leaves her somewhere behind.

She has to be there,
waiting to be found.
In another stream,a dream,
or just hiding in me.