it’s a great day, its sunny, bright.. not too hot, kinda warm.. kinda cold. But i feel.. a little like this
chase me biaatch! February 25, 2008
for all who don’t wanna read this, watch this it’s got nothing to do with this, but its an impressive alternative to this monotonous rambling. 
now back to my story: well, it’s odd that no matter how hard i try to get back in shape, something always tries to bite me in the back. The last time i went to work out, i went to a million dollar recreation center, and i almost died. literally. (like this) i thought i saw satan in his black suit, seated in his stretch limo with horny girls all around him and a fine bottle of some expensive champagne. anyways. that was the highlight of my attempt one.the second attempt, happened today: after a few hours of constantly reading articles on warm up stretches and jogging tips (well, i read at least four articles, from funny ones to scary ones), i packed my ass off the computer chair and hit the streets. yes, this time i chose the moon-lit misty streets for a small jog. all went extremely well.. umm.. for the first few minutes. i got into my brand new shoes that still smell of the factory they were made, and locked my apartment and set out. the first 100 yards or so were great. i felt the cool wind in my hair, and those 5$ wal-mart shorts felt super. but after a while i heard small footsteps behind me. i simply ignored them for a bit. it kept getting louder, and now i could hear a faint pant mixed with those skipy steps. it was dark and i was not prepared for encounters with aliens today.. i was about to crap my pants. but i was brave. i smartly looked at the shadow the creature behind me cast on the road, and.. holy crap! a dog was chasing me! “what the hell is thaaat!?”, yep! it was a dog. after all these years of calling myself as creative as a dog poop, i was now being chased by the real member of the “utter dogshit” clan. I knew this would happen someday, but not this soon. i had just read this article and it was now happening to me! I could see pictures in my head – myself sitting beside a sadistic doctor impatiently waiting to shoot 5 needles right down my belly in the name of rabies vaccine. crap! satan in part one was way better. but then, there was this one chinese girl to my rescue. “Choco” she yelled. “Choco, no Choco”. That’s when i realized that i had a fine story for my blog. I cut the jog short and head back to my macbook. hmm.. now here i am, lazing on the computer chair with million-calorie-chocolate-cakesters. i’m doomed. RIP.ps: for curious people — that dog looks like this.
doing something February 25, 2008
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Salt – food or not? February 2, 2008
Well? What do you think? Is salt food? Hmm.. I guess it depends on what’s your definition of food. For me, food is something that you can have a plate full in one go, with a bit of water, or some liquid, like alcohol, or maybe milk, vanilla flavored coffee? Maybe. You know. But salt? It doesn’t qualify for the prestigious category of “food”. Yes of course everything we eat has some amount of salt in it, but how many times have you heard anyone say – “well, I’m stuffed with all those plates of salt I had for lunch today” Bah! Never! I’ve never heard anyone say that, well at least till today. You can’t sit there and eat plates full of salt every morning, for breakfast, or night and call it your dinner. You’d probably die with too much salt in your brain and all that electricity it causes due to electrolysis or something. Or as Joe says – “…maybe you’ll pee solid and die with all that pain.” So that’s a clear fact then, that salt isn’t food. I’ll put it under chemicals. Yea. Let’s settle it there. Salt – not food, right?
A Colorful Melody November 22, 2007
The door’s closed, and the lights are dim, just like how I asked for. The music so fine, ringing in my ears. The chords, and the string solos all make so much sense now. The day has just begun for me, and I am already overwhelmed with the huge list of things I have planned to do today, not because I have to, but simply because I want to. It’s hard to tell if I am really here. In this place where everything feels good, and everything looks colorful and cheerful. The golden grass around my feet shine, to reflect the vividly colored sky. I can see a few glowing butterflies swarming around me. They mistake me for a beautiful flower. Things turn to gold at my wish. I feel like King Maidas. Have I been transformed into a magical soul?
There’s a cool breeze blowing in from the west. It brings along with it the heavy blue clouds and the smells, flavors of food and fine women from afar. The piece of cloth on my body flies in the wind. I am in pure bliss. My feet are well above land. And I feel the cold air even beneath my feet. It’s not love, not hate, just the way things seem now. Fine as a masterpiece He paints. It’s becoming me. And I am a part of this now…
negative hunger September 29, 2007
the black boxes have been playing the same frequency all day
a goat has been sitting here with complicated books and calculators
occasionally paying attention to what the jockey has been murmuring
the ‘others’ in the farm are busy as usual
they fly in simulated worlds and talk about numeric connectivity
brown rust deposited on the stove is hissing as it cools
water dripping from the silver tap forms a certain 9/8 rhythm
there’s music is in the air. it’s deafening
the fourth guinea pig is being mutilated in an asylum of white rats
his monotonic topics of discussions have been well explored
leaving him with his tongue twisted, and rendered useless
the surrounding is so pale, and it shall remain so for a while
he knows this, but doesn’t change it
not because he can’t, just because it’s already late
too late, like always, even this time, simply too late
his journey so looks like a rainbow to all who visit this farm
but for the creature, it has been just as tasteless as his breakfast
the techniques of heating and mixing is unknown to him
the plate is left empty, cause the others have already had remains of the previous produce
the lazy grasshopper is singing with its noisy voice as usual
the wise ant is moving sugar cubes from place to place pointlessly as usual
this is the new world? or just another faulty remake of the old black n’ white reel
with the same flaws and the same plots
a story that’s predictable, and characters made from striped socks and fingers
the show will go on, as promised. stay and watch as everything melts
one by one. please watch.
Night falls September 24, 2007
…And then again, you find yourself, walking on that same dim-lit street. You can see that same road below your feet. And yet, it amuses you in more ways than ever. Those cracks, and the stagnant rain water trapped in between form interesting patterns, and the grainy tar road makes it look like a blurred painting. You look hard, and then your eyes focus to picking up more details from the dark atmosphere. You begin to see the reflections within the stagnant water. The light from those old orange colored spherical street lamps bounce off the water surface, makes it look like its glowing. You try to look away, but nothing around you is moving and nothing grabs your attention more than the ground below. You continue to walk on that street. The patches of moist green on the sides of road, along the side walk, and the white line becomes your guide. You can hear nothing, but yourself breathing. You can feel the veins on your fore head and behind your ears pulsate as your heart continues to beat heavily…
The shadow that’s been following you for the past ten minutes appears more darker now. You look at how it distorts your body, as you walk across the street lamps. You extend your hands and see how your shadow interprets your fingers. Skinny and long, like alien hands. You move your fingers as if you were grazing them over a bed of flowers. Imagine the garden. You can almost see it in the darkness ahead. You can almost smell those flowers. Some bright colors, and a million shades of green. You keep on walking. You just can’t stop, even if you wanted you. You just can’t.
Once in a while you turn your head around to look at silent strangers and noisy cars cruising along the street. The headlights from the cars blind you for a second, and the cold winds blowing in your face makes you wanna drop down. Maybe sit down for a while. You are exhausted, and your feet are just about to give up, but you just can’t stop, because you know that your destination is close by. Very close. You plan out things to do as soon as you get there. You make an efficient list of things and chores to do and end this day as soon as you possibly can. You plan to heat up the mashed potato curry you cooked last night, and have it with warm rice. Just the way you like it. Served on precious china, which the elder sibling bought you last month. That blue rimmed dinner plate, and the matching blue cup filled with your favorite brand of orange juice. And then a glass of milk. White, creamy. You love to blow it cold and sip it. It feels nice. So nice.
It’s just a painting, and so it shall be. It never speaks, but says so many things. About itself, its owner and its creator. It’s just a painting, it will never speak. Just look at the thousands of thoughtful strokes and tune your eyes to the million hues. Interesting. Don’t you think? This is a part of the painting. Framed. Beautiful frame.
Victory to defeat August 31, 2007
I admired your mighty arms that grew out to bear the weight of a thousand leaves. Your powerful stance, and your glorious form, and your ability to withstand the forces of high speed winds and violent storms. I wanted to conquer you. I wanted to be on top of your cumbersome branches and see the world from your perspective. And so, I gathered courage, and prepared myself for the vertical trek. I kept reminding myself that I am human and thereby above all other creatures of God. “I must be able to defeat you, for I am the only one who can,” I told myself and set foot on your giant root. You read my mind and smiled at my innocence, as if you knew that I was little and that the laws of physics were not a part of my thoughts. I grabbed a tiny axe and drove it into your trunk and pulled myself up, repeatedly, until I got better and closer to my victory stop, but you stood there tall with your branches so motionless and your leaves so silent. Oh! How bad it must have felt while I jabbed that tiny axe into your skin, even then you were so patient and did nothing at all. Instead you warned me of your slippery surface with your voiceless speech, but there I was, as stubborn as one can be, I ignored all of it and continued to celebrate my victory, swinging over your branches and scratching my name on your bark. It was meant to happen, and so it happened – I lost control, and I then fell. You tried to embrace me, and catch me in your green bed, but I deserved to fall. Fall hard, and pay for my greedy conquest. It wasn’t your fault, and I shall never blame you. It was just me and my mindless thought, which you helped me refine. And now, when I look back upon the scars that I have left on you, I think – “You are everything that I am not, and you’re the divine force. Defeating you is impossible, for had it not been for you, I’d never know what true victory was.”
diamonds in my eyes! August 23, 2007
WOW! i just can’t seem to get past that word! wow! ahem. well, almost two weeks in paradise now, and still the surprises and gifts keep pouring in from all directions. let’s see. lemme jus check my list again..
job – check
get a cute chineese girl’s number – check
pay all debts – check
have great food – check
get in bed with a red head – hmmm…
well, looks like my dream’s coming true. all this while. but the worst part is, the more closer you get to fulfilling your dreams, your dreams keep getting bigger and bigger. it’s like that atomic subdivision or something, where things get done only to half of what remains.. or some crap like that. and that would mean things would never get done completely. right? god… wow! there i go again!
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.
