Tis Tragic

It seems I am suffering from what is popularly known as writers block. Though I have to admit that the title of writer really is a bit of a delusion of grandeur. I think it’s mostly because I seem to be perpetually sleepy.....................................
Went for a wedding yesterday which I thought I would hate but one tiny vodka sprite later it seems I was the only one still doing the kajrare. The truth is finally out you can take a punjabi to water but you can’t take the punjabi out of me (or something like that anyway).
I do believe that my penchant to grind my hips in public and take almost perverse pleasure in the thumka defines me much more than all my rock and roller pretensions put together.
Nothing in the world is more fun than dancing to hindi music with all the nakhra and ankhon kea ishare thrown in.
At the cost of sounding a bit like a crazy desi eating aam ka achhar on a charpaii in a house stuffed with crystal ware in a forgotten suburb somewhere in the United States i haveto say that there really is something to theory of identifying with ones own language and idiom and such.
Infact lately i seem to have developed an unfamiliar nostalgia for dogri/punjabi (not sure if I am just through and through punjabi or part Kashmiri part Himachali punjabi or if i'm just a plain dilliwallah).
Perhaps I'm turning into a Bengali except Punjabi................................................

still ooooooffffffffiiinnnggg.......

.........but its getting better and I owe it all to a little wolf snake that made it's way to my garden the other day (i think my mothers deranged gardning fetish might have disturbed her happy home).Dont be shocked by the "her" in the brackets, we managed to save it from the manaical beatings of the mali and hand it safely over to Jose from wildlife SOS who informed me that the snake was infact a her.
Was very pleased to find that Delhi is now well organised to deal with these situations. if you come accross a snake dont kill it throw a blanket or a bori on top of it. The snake will not attempt to leave the safety of the blanket. After that call wildlife SOS (check out their website for numbers in your city) at 9810355075 or 9810114563.
i would recommend visiting their website in anycase if only for the feel good factor.

I'm just a working man in my prime.......cleaning windows

with the amount of soul searching going on nowadays I might as well bleach my hair blond, start using emami fair and handsome, purchase radha krishna attire and join ISKON. I feel stragely like Harun from Rushdie's Harun and the Sea of Stories, the boy who couldn't keep his mind on anything for more than 10 min.
so anyway I rediscovered Van Morrison driving to work this morning. I think once you get passed the have I told you latelies the music really is delicious. (incidentally the reason I had first purchased this album was because I was convinced that Van Morrison was Jim Morrison's sister.) Now this would obviously be my cue to launch into an esoteric profound thesis on the beauty of the blues and their role in the political life of black America but again in my Harunesque way i think i'll just pass.............................basically all I want to say on this count is that Dominos, Warm love and here comes the night and one song that goes something like" stone me to my soul stone me just like jelly roles and stooooooaaaaaaaned me.............................. " are definitely worth a listen.
moving on i spent Saturday evening at the executive council meeting of the Miranda House alumni association. i went with stars in my eyes about how we would change the face of the world as we know it. nothing would be the same, the name Miranda House would be mentioned only in soft worshipy tones. Basically i got a slap and was told to go stand in the corner with my head to wall and wonder why i thought the alumni association would have anything to do with the college................................ooooooofffffff. Those who know me will understand the depth of feeling in that ooooofffffff...................................
i think this could qualify for the most boring thing ever written i must stop now..........

TIS MY ASS

so i was meandering some more through the bylanes of bloggistan when i came upon a rather disturbing phenomena. there are blogs upon blogs upon blogs dedicated to the Christian Right. I am sure that blogging lends itself to all sorts of fascists pontification but i seemed to come across only madmen and women sitting in some forgotten corner of Texas training their guns on everything from abortion to coca-cola (because they sponsor sporting events in the Muslim world). The cartoon controversy has obviously added fuel to fire. What really annoys me about these writings though is that though they extol virtues like freedom of speech,expression and choice they leave very little space for freedom of intellectual or political choice. This attitude of "your either with us or against us" comes shining through in pretty much every blog. i cant for eg condemn the reactionary mindless violence by sections of Muslims across the world and still be extremely critical of the cartoon, its connotation and the reaction of the Western press. I HAVE TO CHOOSE..............
I had a teacher like that in collage according to her there were only three types of people
the good ie the leftists/socialist/academics, children of mixed marriages, malyalis,tamilians,VEGETARIANS etc etc
the bad ie the people with somewhat right of the centre economic ideologies as also businessmen and ofcourse punjabis, people who ate meat or wore leather, MEN all men are bad,
and finally the potatoes ie people who had made the mistake of have more or less non-aligned ideologies and did not fall into the aforementioned categories.
you will find that these are people who shout the loudest and protest the hardest always at any fora that doesnt require a debate on solutions.
well to you my hair brained friends i have only one thing to say
"Tis my centrist potato ass"
thats poetic license for kiss morons

Tis an intersting story really.......

This whole blogging business started one day when I was looking for the website of a Colombian company called Zorro Garcia and co and happened to chance upon "Zorro on Doughnuts". Yohan I might love you, marry me together we will take on those crazy headbanging engineers. What is this country coming to I say.......Shocking shocking.

so anyway much meandering through the virtual world of bloggers later I am very excited to find that these are wonderful fora for pontificators (i believe i am one such) to pontificate. So one epiphany later here i am having another one " it sounded so much better in my head"
In the famous words of Dave Mathews Band "i have no lid upon my head but if i did you could look inside and see whats on my mind........................." Sigh

unfortunately inspite of the miracles of modern science my head well............. tis a mystery really.
(do you think working tis into beginnings and ends might infact get a bit tiresome?)

So then the real question before us is this. why blogs? why in gods name do people read these bloody things? well I for one started for the love of Yohan but found later that some of these pontificators seem mighty talented. Some ofcourse (yours truly included) write like rubbish about their sisters best friends brother who cut his thumb and subsequently needed a band aid. Other's however have wonderful nuanced witty styles of writing that are really nothing short of inspiring. I find myself slowly morphing into an old victorian style lady so before i start saying knickers and giggling let me take your leave with one last question are there rules to blogging?
pray do tell.................

Tis the end then beautiful friend, tis is the end my only friend the end........lalalalallalalalalala

Tis the first post

at a loss for words. so easy to be pretentious so hard to be funny