On routine

A month into summer, it dawns on me that things have not been the same since it started.

There has been a somewhat astonishing shift in mindset and in focus over the last few weeks, reputedly funded by ominous thoughts of the future. Not completely unexpected; astonishing nevertheless. A memento of how organised I can be if I need to. A reassuring revelation.

My activities over the summer have regressed into what one might call a 'routine'. A stark contrast from my usually desultory thought processes. That is, of course, excluding the rigorous effort invested in planning and executing hours ( years maybe?) of DotA, ritually performed on a day to day basis. That being said, it seems that a routine is not necessarily a bad thing, particularly if there is an underlying impetus. Very enjoyable in fact.

All in all, I seem to be more content with myself and my quotidian activities. Disappointingly enough though, I cannot help but feel that I will return to my usual self, squandering away my time on frivolous pursuits. (Which I will enjoy, nonetheless.) In any case, there's a little over a month of summer left, and I intend to exploit it thoroughly.

Summer Visitors

Knock knock.

"Banni banni! Will you take some coffee?"
"Illa illa, we just had at home and came."
"No no you must! Only one cup."
"Okay okay. Bari half cup please."

At this point the lady of guest troupe deems it appropriate to rise and present the bagful of mangoes in her hand to the lady of the house.

"Here we have brought some mangoes.(Which are available right outside your doorstep and which you are bound to have a quarter of a million of in your house already....But still, we have brought them.)"

Smiles politely.


"Oh! Thanks!"

Smiles politely, grabbing the bag and rushing inside to stash it along with the other mangoes, thinking,
"Oh! Our guests are so thoughful, giving us mangoes. We have so many at home already, which we will never get through before they rot...But still, our guests are such thoughtful people."

Living just to Die
Dying just to Live
Twisted.

Shell

The words are not flowing, and neither is the music. I find myself looking for inspiration, hoping maybe that the air would deliver it to me, sadly without success. Puffs of dust float around my brain, rendering it invisible to the light. Exorcism is on call, but I fear it must be done from within.

Smile

Managed to sneak in some decent shots, despite overcast skies for most of the evening.



That's Venus, the Moon and Jupiter, left to right. This is the closest Venus has gotten to Jupiter in a while, I believe.

Field trip

10 00pm
It's cold. Im soggy and trolleying back home. The oh-so-pleasant sound of the auto-rickshaw's backside complements the high pitch ringing in my ears.

5 00 pm
' It'll rain again man! Come ra, we'll take umbrella.'
'Mad eh?! It wont rain come.'
'Anyway you like to get wet no, gay.'

6 00 pm
'Come, we'll walk ra. Only 2 minutes.'

6 30 pm
'Only ten minutes more.'

AAAAHH!!!

A "2-minute walk" afterward, having braved the weather and terrain through godonlyknowswhere-land, the air told us we were finally there. ( Kind of like the Pandavas and dog story, the elements having depleted our numbers to 4, from the original 11.)

The extremely 'tight' security insisted I kept my soldering iron outside. (Unbelievable, I say!)
Anyway, when I was finally inside, iron and all, I was greeted by a voice that sounded like its owner had caught gangrene and lost hope. The poilcemen (stationed at "strategic" locations) would have probably done him (and the rest of us) a favour putting him down.

The stage was inhabted mostly by a bunch of ape-like creatures, clearly at the tribal stage of their evolution. Their leader,presumably, seemed particularly adept at making jungle noises and movements, sometimes provoking a section of the crowd to mimic.
Bushmen Frenzy!

SHOOT THEM ALL!!

More rain and more tribes prompty led us to the exit.

' It sucked! But tell everyone it was damn good, okay!
Hihikhihikhihikhihi!!! '

' Yea man...Hehehehe... otherwise rape only ra...'

'Hihikhihikhihikhihi!!! But it was fun man.'

10 00 pm
It's cold. Im soggy and trolleying back home. The oh-so-pleasant sound of the auto-rickshaw's backside complements the high pitch ringing in my ears.

'I wonder how long it will be before my extremities start falling off.'

O, Human Karma!

Qweeeeeeee!
Like the call of a nightingale
Only worse
Bleed in the nose
(And the eardrum).

Enters belly
Follows human
Fat-fingered
Abominable snowman
(Sans snow).

Drone
Unfinishing
(Un)like a bee's
A wounded beast
(Pooh at best).

Stubby arms wave
Unfinishing
Powerful
Tension in the air
(And elsewhere).

Enters boredom
Lots of
Drives most to vice
Amidst a sea of slouched backs
(Unfinishing).