he’s right above me, all day long. with all the power vested in him, he tries to burn my skin and set my hair on flames. he loathes me for some reason i guess. he loves to torture me with that supreme divine power of his. ugh! i pray. i pray hard, for this fire fury to die. i dream of water plunges and dim lit corners. shady trees and flowery bushes. and then it happens. the fire is washed away. the water goddess shows herself, with her sticky wetness, and muddy puddles, the chilly nights and some juicy fungus. did she kill the fire? hell no, she hasn’t. he’s right behind those black cotton mountains, waiting for that opportune moment to let go that stored up mass of energy and dessicate one and all.
after a while you get sick of these gods and goddesses and their petty stories of conquest. and you tend not to care about what effects they have on your physical existence. i guess am reaching that state now. in a week or two perhaps. and then they’ll all seem the same. on either halves of the globe. they will look alike and stink just as bad. i await. my body tolerates. and tolerates. the mess is unsettling. but.. whatever!
and then you have those micro-prints. with the most important things mentioned in micro-prints, life just keeps getting better AAAAND better! ooh yeah! kick me right up my ass. and enjoy watching me falling face down on a poison ivy bush. fuck ya! ok. back to microprints. in short – it’s probably a tricky way to keep you in vain, until you figure out things on your own and no longer depend on those squares, rectangles and other odd-shaped geometric figures drawn in the most complicated way on an A4 sized paper. to make things a bit easier, they add numbers and alphabet sequences…and ironically, end up complicating things by ten folds. and then, everything goes up in the air, and sweet randomness takes its ugly birth. now it begins to look like a shredded dictionary with all of its pieces stuck up to the wall, and as if someone took a picture of this artwork with a 5$ poloroid camera and photo-copied that with the cheapest printer in some part of southern tribal kolapur, and then gave them away as charity to poor people so that they can help themselves around.
well, that’s easy…right?
hmmmm. now that ive written a good amount of good shit here, i'm gonna get rid of the anonymity of this blog. so all you curious freaks, it's me here - Ganesh Rao - Nesh for short.
