EN ROUTE TO DEPARTURE DAY!

Back in the 18th century when the Spanish and the British were still Kings of the Atlantic Ocean, they didn't know one thing. No it isn't technological advancements taking place in the current age of living, nor is it the first black American President, and it isn't even the independence of so many countries after the French Revolution. It is that 'I' of all the people would go to Rajasthan.

Ever since the announcement was made by the History lecturer; (For the uninformed, oh yes, I am in college) a sudden keenness aroused within me. I felt the need to explore and experience something that I haven't before. So I asked the higher authorities (It's my parents, not the college authorities) permission to move towards this pleasant idea. My parents not being very profligate hummed and thought about it.

I gave them time as there wasn't any urgency required in settling the matter and I continued with my normal life. I wouldn't lie and say that my mind was constantly diverting towards this matter, as that would be exaggeration, but yes, I did think about it quite a few times, especially about the entertaining aspects of the trip (Hell, was there anything not entertaining). Another thing that excited me then was that it was during holidays and the holidays were meant to be after the exams, hence there would be enjoyment to the fullest.

As usual though there is a catch, nothing is ever smooth with me. Apparently the exams were postponed to after the holidays! It was infuriating, but I didn't let that come in my way. It was still not a bad idea. I kept my hopes up even though there was a tad bit of trepidation relevant in my mind.

Days went by and the permission came, my mother and the lecturer conversed and things were settled. At least until it was time to hand over the cheque. Before I knew it, there came the common and most usual Indian complications. "Where is the cheque going?" "Is it to the college or the travel agency?" "Who are you giving the cheque to?" All I could answer was that I wasn't the one to be asked. Why the hell would I be? As a matter of fact these questions should have been asked on the very first day.

Fortunately everything became clearer and the cheque was offered. Now that thin piece of paper sealed the deal. There was nothing left really as the only reasonable, rational and relevant course of action would be to wait. The waiting period was long but worth it. The revised itinerary was provided, instructions were given and apart from the tickets everything was done and dusted.

The damn holidays arrived and what not to do other than start the countdown. However, I wasn't a lame ass concentrating on a trip which would anyways take a lot of time to come if I kept thinking about it. In fact the trip only meant the holidays were ending and the exams were closing in on me.

So my utmost concentration was on trying to complete my work before the trip (I got to be kidding myself). Actually it was on multiple things which are rather vast, hence mentioning it would be a pain. Whenever I thought about the trip, I would think of the amount of time left to complete my work, and that just sucked.

On route to the day of departure, which happens to be the day after tomorrow, a lot of uninteresting events occurred, hence it is not worth a place in this post. Right now, I just stopped being a douche'-bag and blogged. I can't be blamed as inspiration struck when boredom and apprehension took over. Now that I have to pack; and packing can be an irritating son of a gun, I guess I will take my leave and leave blogging for another day (or month).

Hasta la Vista,
K  

THE BEAUTIFUL DARKNESS!

Part 1

It dawned on me that darkness engulfed my world,

And that the plants around me were getting ready to be swirled.

There came light, but it went away without a fight,

There came sound, but it was muted instantly by the darkness’s sight.

It became noisy and the animals knew it was time to hide,

The darkness was bona fide.

I saw nothing, yet I witnessed its power,

There was no bather, yet there was shower.

It was total blackout, but nobody would reprimand what they saw,

And due to its icy glare no ice would dare thaw.

It changed my world, but it wasn’t apocalypse,

It even blurred the grand mountain tips.

It was bias, but it had no sex.

To my large world it decided to annex.

It could seal precisely everyone’s fate,

And yet it was unanimously legitimate.

The darkness looked random and berserk,

But it was responsible and kept in mind a very crucial work.

It looked fearsome and it diminished your area of sight,

But over me it had no right.

It showed its entire wrath,

But it would take much more to stop me from seeking what I sought.

Part 2

Come dawn its work was done,

Then there was no need to run.

I was awestruck at the mountains it embellished,

It was one of the few sights meant to be relished.

The animals were only blissful to abandon their shelter,

As now the nourished land to their needs will cater.

The immaculacy was inarguable by even the most pugnacious.

Nonplussing it was that it was brought about by something ferocious.

Brightness took over the darkness as if they were fighting all night,

But then I realised it was darkness which worked with all its might.

The night is always darkest before the dawn,

That was my last thought before to reality I carried on.

Hasta la Vista,

K

RANDOM THOUGHTS ABOUT RANDOM THINGS!

Most of my readers may be wondering; despite it being my freaking holiday, why am I not sharing my darn ecstasy through my usual virtual interaction. I could have been eating something new, I could have been having fun in an amusement park, I could have been watching movies every week! Yet it seems as though I have run out of ideas, with the only possible explanation being that I either forgot how to write or I forgot English altogether. Well I know there could be multitudinous other reasons as a human's mind wanders places, but I just named a few.

I won't say that my vacation did not please me, but it is safe to express that I did expect more! Unfortunately when you are planning to write something, there is this annoying tendency of the readers to expect an adventure, like I am Indiana Jones or something. It is quite honest to point out that I had no adventurous vacation. I did not jump off a cliff or a plane, I did not meet Barack Obama, and hell no, I did not get a girlfriend.

So what did I do this vacation? Apart from reading books, engaging myself in virtual games, screaming at the television for being an ass, get worked up wondering what my tenth grade results would be and getting shouted at by my parents for being lazy, I guess nothing!

What could I possibly write about when it comes to all this? If I write about the books I read, the TV shows and movies I watched, you all would probably break your devices with a sledgehammer, and I would feel miserable at the losses of such innocent and helpful souls. So what is the alternative?

Some would say write about the Indian elections. The truth is that I am speechless (you get the point) on the topic. All I have to say is that Indian politicians are like wet glue in a water bottle. You think it is water and it is going to quench your thirst but it just sticks to your throat and makes you suffer, at the end of it you'll have to try and puke it out.

Most of my relatives have told me to blog everyday like a daily diary entry. I ask them a very relevant question, "WHAT IS THE POINT?" I can write my one month's history in a paragraph! By the time you finish singing 'Ring around the rosie' I would have finished writing my one month's diary entry by simply using the 'copy' and 'paste' options of the computer.

Automobiles is another topic which people want me to write about, but what is the use of writing about cars when you can look everything up on the internet and very nice TV shows such as Top Gear exist for this particular reason. Moreover, I know how a driver drives a car and I also know how to distinguish a damn sexy automobile from an ugly one. What more is required? I am not planning on constructing a Bat-mobile that I have to go into the technical aspects more than I need as a common user of a car as a means of transport.

If I continue writing about the things I am not supposed to be writing about, you all would be reading a novel. Hence it is better to hold my horses. So what is the alternative I came up with? You are reading it! Random thoughts about random things, just like how the human mind jumps from one thought to another.

Most people may think that this post is pointless, but you forget that it serves as an excuse for not blogging and a reason to blog!

Hasta la Vista,
K

EDU-TAINMENT!

Analogous organs.....no wait! Conventional energy.......what? No! Arithmetic progressions.........oh God, I give up. For the past few days I have been trying to get rid of certain educational things, and trust me I have been trying hard. But I find it rather tedious to do so as when I try to forget, I am actually recollecting what I studied. It is probably a good thing, but unfortunately my hard drive seems to be full of data and I cannot get anything more in there. I can't even remember how and why I turned on the computer! Why am I even blogging?

It is been quite some time since I have blogged something humorous, I think, as my memory is being suppressed by education at the moment. It was quite tedious (tedious again! Can't I think of any other word?) to not write something non-constructive and not worthwhile, but I did it! Now after a refreshing break, I am back, which is ironic as I was having my exams. 

When I was first asked what I'd be doing during this break, I promised a lot of things and it seemed like a piece of cake then, but right now the last piece of cake is going down my oesophagus and being acidified by the hydrochloric acid in my stomach (sorry education taking over again). I could do whatever I promised but my parents would think I hit my head and I myself would support their argument. So now whenever I look at the mirror in the morning and observe that, yes indeed, the image formed by the plane mirror is on the same distance behind the mirror as the object in front of it, I take a 180 degree turn and walk straight out my room to the computer.

Yes, this would not be resourceful as the electricity consumed by the computer would reduce the chance of sustainable development, but I can't help it. As I sit I realise that if my cells do not consume energy they would not be able to perform their bio-chemical reactions to divide and provide variation and growth, so I enter the kitchen. 

After interacting with my energy source provided by the producers, I drink a bit of H₂O. Then, I get back at the work at hand, or not! When I took my place in front of the computer, like reflex action the computer turned off! "Et tu, comp!" I screamed, but then I realised the computer does not have receptors or motor neurons or even a spinal cord! The damn electricity is the one who broke my trust! 

I sat staring at the computer hoping that its polychromatic light goes through my eye lens. If you are wondering why I started off in the present tense and moved into the past tense it is because the starting was a daily routine and the computer turning off is not so frequent! 

I thought going out would be a good idea, but it wouldn't be economically viable as globalisation would force me to buy everything in an electronic store, hence I refrained from going out. So I fought for my freedom and resisted the oppressor by non-violently waiting for the electricity to turn on my electrical appliances.

But since the structure of the carbon dioxide gas in the room deteriorated my own structure the resistance could not last very long had to be called off, fortunately the oppressor saw the power of non-violence and truth, hence the electricity was back!

Pleased, I opened the window for fresh air and saw a Corvette parked under another building adjacent to my building. However, not knowing the angle of depression of the car from my eyes I could not determine the distance from the car to the foot of my building.

After a long time, the journey for the day was over, but even though time is directly proportional to distance and inversely proportional to speed I couldn't analyse the speed at which I was not working and the amount non-constructive things I had done as my measurements were vague. 

I hope from now on my holidays will be much more proportional to fun so that my good image will not be diminished by the educative lens that engulfs my brain!

Hasta la Vista,

K

THE KILLING JOKE!

Clowns weren't his humour type,
and he insulted a circus clown from face to blood type.
He left the circus in fast pace,
and drove his car as if in a race.

In his car's proximity there were only hills,
nothing else was conspicuous not even a window sill.
He thought the clown was a nonentity,
and he must've insulted the clown's identity.
But he didn't regret the incident,
until an unfortunate accident.

He crashed into a wide board,
which was uncanny as it was amid the road.
The board said, "You were a fool,
because tonight is Clown Rule!"

He thought it was a dream,
but that was not what it seemed,
as he was not drunk, and he had no reason to hallucinate,
as he had neither taken any pills nor had any strange thoughts of late.

Yet he saw in bone and flesh,
a clown standing in front of the mess!
The clown's mouth was bloody and the clown's eyes were red,
and he knew that the clown wanted him dead!

The next day, there was no him, no board, no clown,
just a hill from which you couldn't look down,
as all four sides were covered with greens,
and he could not be found by any means!

Hasta la Vista,
K

TICK TOCK!

There is always this one day when you close your mind to the world. Your mind is away from the world of fast-paced development, politics, economics etc. Your mind is away from the world of douche' bags and nerds and smart-arses. Your mind is away from the world of discrimination, racism and sexism. Your mind just visualises four white walls around you which says nothing and which does nothing. You can observe nothing but the brightness of the walls. You get a glimpse of peace!

Nevertheless, there is always a distraction! There is a clock on one of the walls and its pendulum is busy oscillating, to which your mind hears a sound 'Tick Tock.........Tick Tock'. You want it to discontinue but it doesn't cease to exist. It continues and the only thing your mind listens to is the infuriating noise of the clock! You realise you have to make it stop and hence you try to engulf the clock into your mind. But to your dissatisfaction and utter astonishment it resists you! 

You try harder and harder, you try to gobble up the whole thing into your mind, but the fricking clock just won't stop resisting! It puts pressure against your head and you feel like your brains are going to burst. But you don't give up! The noise is just too irritating for you to continue hearing it. You just can't take it anymore. 

The clock and you fighting; fighting a more fierce battle than the World War. But you understand that you are failing and the clock is dominating you, dominating your mind, dominating your soul and dominating your actions and emotions. 'Tick Tock' it just doesn't stop. Your nose is bleeding, you are even puking a bit of blood, but you know you want to win, because once you win you face eternal darkness and that is true peace!

You finally give up the struggle; let the clock take its position in the wall. The wall maybe the clock's safe house, but you know you can drag it out of its confinement. But you also know that the clock has dominated everything you have and hence it controls you more than you control it! Now there is only one way to deal with the situation, you may be able to win this time (pun unintended) and even if you lose you get to live on. 

But you'll have to live on in your world. So you form a hammer in your hand and try to destroy the clock. You hit hard, as hard as you can, but you just cannot break it. It stays there unbroken like it is made of diamond. The pendulum oscillates and you are losing your mind. You throw all your mental fury at the clock but it just doesn't budge or break. It is deceiving Newton's third law by not reacting, but then you realise that the only reaction, the only action and the only emotions that it has is the oscillating pendulum.

The clock is invincible, yet you feel like tasting victory, you know you cannot defeat the clock but you continue to try. 'Tick Tock' it doesn't stop. After a bloody nose, bleeding fingers and an even worse mental condition you finally decide that it is high time you give up. You let go off the hammer and let unconsciousness take you away. You have lost!

You wake up in your world now. You realise that you have over-slept, you are late for work! And after all the mental battle the clock still dominates you. You have failed!

So, to all those who hate time. You cannot defeat it, you cannot break it, it will bring work every day and every hour, you cannot escape it! Every dream has a sense of time, every cell in your body works according to time. We will never face true peace. We will never win!

Hasta la Vista,
K