Confusion: From the Emotional to the Chronological, and Beyond...

Take the time to make some sense
Of what you want to say
And cast your words away upon the waves

Oh… to try and start at the very beginning…

Chronology collapses.

So…which one came first? Laidback Waters? Kakoris? Which week was Shalom? And the second time? Serpico? Has it been fourteen days? Nineteen? How long ago was Hookah? Three-four-five months?

How long has this been coming? A couple of days? Months? A year? Or maybe many years…?

Who can begin to comprehend the connections that bind us and the tiniest acts that change the course of our lives…?
Because (let’s face it), it all began with Calvin and Hobbes (at least it was A beginning if not THE beginning). Lucky that I’m a fan…!

And the Butterfly Effect kicks in for all its worth.

Calvin and Hobbes… an inquiry… a tentative plan… Mocha and a millionmillion questions…

Quick addictions… endless conversations… ridiculous sleep cycles… Aladdin and rain…

A phone call. Is that a local code? Yes.

Run.

When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

Silence.

Except for snatches of Coldplay, Incubus, Floyd…

My own, truly bizarre situation… I was surprised he didn’t walk away. For good.

“Coming back to Delhi? That’s great!”

Hookah.
And yes, Atlas shrugged. In some ways, more that night than any other.
Tumbling through easy conversation and too-many-drinks… Parents and movies and Islam and alcohol and stories… Collapsing onto the Laidback Waters sofa… “You’re a psycho”… Laughing so hard that we had to hold each other to not fall off…

Two statements. Intrinsically bound to each other, and intrinsically false.

I don’t do infidelity.
And marriages aren’t two week vacations.

Can’t help but wonder… who was the “weakness”? Or was it just me?

Hmmm… Anyway, shirt duly pulled down, moment effectively killed. Thank god we’ll always have that!

Bygones, as someone likes to say…

But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

My pace…?
Fear.
I haven’t felt that in a long time…
Complex webs of nomenclature and explanations to curious friends. And each other!

“Will you go out with me?”
Oh well, what chance does ‘my pace’ stand against the inevitable?
Finally done with controversial terms used to describe our equation…

A love of the transience of everything. Reveling in it.
Really? Always??
Or is that transient too?

The answer's in the looking glass
There's four and twenty million doors
Down life's endless corridor

To echo the “possibility of eventuality”, yes, trying to second guess certain things is futile.

Full Circle.
The irony of it is almost Justin Timberlake-ish.
A heady acceleration and-waitaminute, where are the brakes??
Ohhh…. There aren’t any.
That explains all the freewheeling and spinning out of control…
Cheers to that, then.

As I chase the sun

5 Random Revelations

After TS tagged me last week (the week before?), here goes…

5 Random revelations:

I am a shoe-addict. At last count-ok, actually, I don’t think I’m going to write this down because if K. reads the figure he will never let me live it down!!

I despise champagne. It makes me want to throw up. Ugh.

I honestly think Sidney Sheldon’s books make for great reading.

I believe emotional stability is a habit. I’m sadly out of practice…

I live for Pink-ness.


Hmmmm..... Now that I've got that off my soul, I think I'm going to go get some tiramisu.

Everybody belongs somewhere.

“Everybody belongs somewhere.”
“Maybe everybody doesn’t. Maybe some people just get lost…”

“Last order guys! What will you have?”

The table is unbelievably crowded. Shot-glasses, beer bottles, mojitos, other assorted drinks, ashtrays, cigarette packs and the occasional purse.

Where were we?
I don’t even remember.
One long, alcoholic swirl.
With someone, getting with someone, getting over someone, being without someone.

Trying to be someone…??? God-knows-I’ve-read-too-many-identity-crisis-type-novels…

Bring on the tequila, then.

Do you get wasted? Unbelievably, ridiculously, unfathomably drunk??

What are you running from?
Or…maybe that’s the wrong question…
What are you running towards?

There is not much left to say.

You’ve held me together so many times. Without even knowing it.

You: my partner in crime, and in walking the dark side of the moon.
You: my strong, pure pillar of strength.
You: more my sister than my friend.
You: the Dragon.
You: with the jokes that only I will ever laugh at.
You: with love that made me truly feel ‘effortless’.
You: with the laughter and the beauty and the literature.

If there's anything to say
If there's anything to do
If there's any other way
I'll do anything for you

I don’t know what exactly it is I set out to write today. This post is going to be a terrible read… Heh.

Playing at charades…

“Hey! It’s been a while!”

“Yeah… Where did I see you last…? Agni, right?” (Actually, I saw you at Climax two weeks ago. But I want you to remember, and I want you to say it.)

“Yes, that must have been it.” (Tsk. I’ve been playing this game longer than you, sweetheart. I know you know that we met at Climax two weeks ago, and I’m not going to correct you. I’m a nonchalance-expert! You lose.)

“Ah. Right. Well. I’ll see you around then? Maybe we’ll catch up later at Elevate..?” (Bitch. Lose that guy on your arm though, and then bumping into you might actually be fruitful)

“Hopefully! Ta!” (In your dreams. You lose. Again.)


Hmmm… It gets a just a leeeetle bit tiring after a while.

Thankfully, I’ve partied a lot with many different categories of crowds these past few years. And many of them are: more fun, fewer games… Less Delhi, if you know what I mean.

I’m still exhausted though…
Even in bits and pieces…it is going to take its toll…

The plan was supposed to be sheesha and restraint, wasn’t it darling? But then…things have a way of happening with us, don’t they?

Oh, well. We shall see…

Is there some idea
To replace my life?