random rainy days

one day, as you look out at the rain
those memories will return
of a time that went by
of many laughters and tears
of conversations that knew not a beginning nor end
of several promises you made to yourself, but never expressed
of hopes and wishes and desires that remained hidden
of moments that stood still, and those that whizzed by
of a belief that something was forever
of unending days and nights just smiling for nothing
of realizing that this was life
of thinking that nothing else mattered
and then, one day, it just went away
where you had once laughed together
you cry alone
you tell yourself that some things are not meant to be
you decide to move on
and you move on.
you accept and understand
life goes on...
except on random rainy days.

Vis-a-vis

The application form for a visa to a certain country asks applicants the following question:

Do you seek to enter Acirema to engage in export control violations, subversive or terrorist activities, or any other unlawful purpose? Are you a member or representative of a terrorist organization as currently designated by the Secretary of State? Have you ever participated in persecutions directed by the Nazi government of Germany; or have you ever participated in genocide?

Yes | No

I wonder what kind of person would say "Yes".

Everything-compliant

I heard an ad on the radio the other day, about some high-rise apartment complex. In the beginning, there was nothing really special about it. The same old blah about greenery, swimming pools, solitude, etc. etc. And then, it came. The house was, hold your breath, 100% "Vaastu-compliant". Oh. My. God.

I guess it's good to be "compliant", these days. But before we get Vaastu-compliant, I think there are several other areas where we show our "compliance". (I first wrote "compliancy", in a fit of dictionary non-compliance.)

Yes, here's a list of compliances we possess:

1) Corruption-compliant
2) Terrorism-compliant
3) Not-getting-what's-our-right-compliant
4) Existing-not-living-compliant
5) Doing-what-we-have-to-do-not-what-we-want-to-do-compliant
6) No-complaint-compliant
7) Everything-that's-wrong-compliant
.
.
etc.

Everything's wrong. So be it. Tathaastu. We're Tathaastu-compliant -- Vaastu comes later. I think I figured it out. We're just compliance-compliant.

And yes, you figured it out. I am joblessness-compliant.

Studies show...

...that people come up with the most ridiculous things to conduct surveys about. I remember recently reading about a survey that illustrated salient features about a matter of grave national importance. If you're a heart patient, stop here.

The survey described, with the help of colourful pie charts, how our population was using its arms while driving. 80.437847930247% percent of women surveyed drove with both their hands on the wheel. This figure could be very significant - if you figure out how or why, do let me know. If you're done digesting that staggering statistic, here's another. Only 30.623982713% percent of the male population drives with both its hands on the wheel. Again, something to ponder about as soon as you can get down to doing it. And that's not all, no sir! The survey then also listed, with the help of another pie chart, what the male population does with its other arm while driving. This is how the responses panned out:

Resting on gear: 40%
Resting on window: 30%
Not resting anywhere in particulat: 15%
Am I really answering questions about this??? : 15%

This is classified information so please do not disclose to anyone, even if they desperately need this information for a life-and-death situation. Apparently a lot of underworld gangs will pay big money for this data.

This survey has changed my life. It has opened my eyes to a whole new perspective, and I'm still trying to figure out what that is. I have become a better person. Thank you, survey-makers. I'm not sure what I would have done if you had not been there to provide answers to Life's enduring questions.

P.S.: Studies show that 100% of folks who read this post found it to be an utter waste of time. That's 100% of me.

Guess who's back!

Hello. Warm and sincere greetings to those of you who still read my blog. A number which, at last count, was hovering tantalizingly close to zero. When it comes to my blog, I'm lazy, I'm irregular, I'm disorganized, I procrastinate. Wait, that's not just when it comes to my blog. Sounds like a pretty apt description of the way I lead my life.

Anyway, here's a resolution. I'm going log at least one post a week. I know there's a lotta stuff that circulates in my head, and it's now time to put fingertip to keypad (a modern-day version of "put pen to paper").

As always, comments and thoughts welome. I will also warmly accept all brickbats, iron rods, crowbars and other such multi-utility objects, and I won't object. If by some rare chance you want to send me a bouquet, I'll be around to catch it.

Wait, I forgot that nobody reads this blog. I'm talking to myself again. Damn.

the longer way

i'm going home
taking the longer way
fresh rain has fallen
and the cold wind holds sway

my mind's a mist
of complicated things
of yesterdays gone by
and a today that clings

city lights refract
through drops which were once rain
twisted light through the windshield
shimmer on the window pane

blurred questions and answers
wreak havoc in my mind
some intangible thoughts
some feelings undefined

why do we have to explain?
why should i?
what if i don't want to follow
the "rules" we're needed to live by?

all i want is silence
there's really nothing to say
i'm going home
it's just... the longer way

What I'm not.

I'm not:

able to cook.
a biker dude.
particularly brave.
extremely strong.
fit at all.
very tall.
vegetarian.
super-cool, with long hair.
into trance.
capable of changing a car tyre by myself.
too religious.
understood instantly.
tatooed.
the experimenting type.

lying.