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Whacked Out Foresight

Till sometime back, I was feeling inclined towards the entire political line as a career. I don’t know why, but I felt as if I was the one who had been bestowed with the ability to handle this country. I had every intention to leave things behind, join the Indian National Congress, and try and do something. I might as well have made the best and shortest politician that the country would have had. And then, an epiphany.

I realized, that getting into the field would have required me to give up on all material wants of life – Starting with high end fashion. But then politicians abroad wear Gucci and Prada, don’t they? I would have to fit into my own country, and I’m only about having a hard time speaking the language properly. That shouldn’t be a problem though, should it? Because politicians today are anyway human forms of blood sucking leeches who harp on the state coffers and drink up wealth like fish drink water.

Instead of having a mansion and twenty cars, I could still have my designer clothing and hot shoes, perhaps?

I would have to give up on my future family and fight for the damn country. I can do that at a model UN conference, but I have a feeling that in my lifetime, I’ve instigated a number of people belonging to all walks of life, and would not really be able to win as many votes either. If I want to handle the drama and the press, I might as well be a celebrity by taking my musical career forward. There’ll be enough fans then, and I can preach whatever the hell I want, without having to worry about anyone listening (or not listening) to me, but at least I’d know they’ll be humming my lyrics, however pop stricken they might be.

And I’d still get to wear all my shoes. Because you kind of have to compromise on your pair of Charles & Keith’s with simple flats under a plain saree if you’re a politician; something I’d have to adorn because otherwise my country would brand me as an alien from sdlkfhwektwgbs.

x EdgyShark x


Mesmerize Me

Happiness comes from others.

Am I my own other? đŸ™‚

x EdgyShark x

Super Tramp

Wayne: Outdoorsman. What’s your fascination with all that stuff?
Alex SuperT: I’m going to Alaska.
Wayne: Alaska, Alaska? Or city Alaska? Because they do have markets in Alaska. The city of Alaska. Not in Alaska. In the city of Alaska, they have markets.
Alex SuperT: No, man. Alaska, Alaska. I’m gonna be all the way out there, all the way fucking out there. Just on my own. You know, no fucking watch, no map, no axe, no nothing. No nothing. Just be out there. Just be out there in it. You know, big mountains, rivers, sky, game. Just be out there in it, you know? In the wild.
Wayne: In the wild.
Alex SuperT: Just wild!
Wayne: Yeah. What are you doing when we’re there? Now you’re in the wild, what are we doing?
Alex SuperT: You’re just living, man. You’re just there, in that moment, in that special place and time. Maybe when I get back, I can write a book about my travels.

Wayne: Yeah. Why not?
Alex SuperT: You know, about getting out of this sick society. Society!
Wayne: [coughs] Society! Society!
Alex SuperT: Society, man! You know, society! Cause, you know what I don’t understand? I don’t understand why people, why every fucking person is so bad to each other so fucking often. It doesn’t make sense to me. Judgment. Control. All that, the whole spectrum. Well, it just…
Wayne: What “people” we talking about?
Alex SuperT: You know, parents, hypocrites, politicians, pricks.
Wayne: [taps Chris’ head] This is a mistake. It’s a mistake to get too deep into all that kind of stuff. Alex, you’re a hell of a young guy, a hell of a young guy. But I promise you this. You’re a young guy! Can’t be juggling blood and fire all the time!

x EdgyShark x

You’re So Ludicrous

It’s funny how people just can’t seem to be real these days. I know, it can be hard, but sometimes, being what you are and nothing more, can be all you’ve got.

We’re made up of multiple layers; of egoism, different personalities, ridiculousness, yada yada. We have a number of images that we reflect out, sometimes something, some other time, something else. Why can’t people just be what they are? Wouldn’t everything just be so much easier then? Why bother even trying to prove a point and be someone that you’re not?

You’re going to take all that trouble to create this uber cool new character for yourself, and finally end up getting dumped by others anyway. It’s so funny, you’ve got the biggest possession you ever could – yourself, and even then you go and try and create something out of it that doesn’t suit you at all.

You can try and pretend that you’re ethereal, surreal, irreal, irrelevant, insignificant, aural, atrial, whatever. In the end, after everything dies, you are what you are underneath. And it’s better that that comes out now.

x EdgyShark x

The Ugly, Inconvenient Truth

I was just wondering, it’s a Herculean task.

There are times when one white lie turns into another and you’re caught in the midst of a web well spun. But it set me thinking, the truth may be the hardest thing to say, ever. But that’s what makes it the easiest.

x EdgyShark x

Shopping Can Be A Pain

If you’re a regular shopper, you’d know that. Heck, even if you aren’t, it’s a pain in the butt anyway.

So I wanted to buy jeans. Black, to be more specific, but I was ready to put my guard down and accept something a little less black and more denim blue because those salesmen weren’t being able to satiate my tastes. And even then, which is really saying something, I think I tried on more jeans than a unit can manufacture in a day, and found nothing.

If I like the colour on something, I don’t like the way it sits on my butt. If I like the fit, I don’t like the colour. If I like both, something or someone somewhere always has to ruin my entire mood. And thus goes the vicious cycle.

And obviously, after you’ve tried on so many pairs, the fatigue begins to kick into your skin. Specifically your legs, and you can’t walk anymore. But you still have to go on, because somewhere that one pair of jeans is sitting, waiting with bated breath.

What I need is someone cool enough to help me out in times like these. So that there’s a lunch or a dinner after/before shopping, some sarcastic comments about other clothes here and there, and a lot of money to splurge on all the things that I’m going to end up buying instead of those jeans. Someone who’s going to ask that nosy salesman to stop saying, “This would look amazing on you.”

Because if you don’t go with someone fun, shopping becomes a pain.

x EdgyShark x

I Heart Chips

Apart from a lot of other things too, but I love chips. Like I don’t think I can live without eating chips. It’s weird, and I’ve tried it too. Just couldn’t carry the not so long lasting legacy forward.

So chips, chips and more chips. If you ever find that I’m mad at you, or you need to saunter my temper down to a more human level or just want to make me happy, chips is the way to my heart.

And I will never forget you if you ever give me a packet of chips just like that, for no reason.

x EdgyShark x

The Bicycle Thief

My idea remained in my mind, while my director’s actually implemented it to an extent. So I think it’s awesome anyway.

We’re going to travel places on our bicycles because buses and autos and cabs emit too much pollution, and they just don’t cut living life. There’s no clean air anywhere to breathe, and all that just might reverse if people began adopting this cooler way of travelling.

In Avisek’s words, “We’ll have meetings like the Famous Five did, with cookies and choco shakes!” I’m so excited!

x EdgyShark x

Little Napoleon Bonaparte

It’s that time of the year again. Winter means sports at school.

I am probably known as the little Bonaparte because of the height, and the power and responsibilities. I remember someone calling me that, and I love it. I loved Napoleon in history too, what a stand he took.

Especially now that I’m comprehensively into watching only French movies as well, it’s all hitting back in some kind of a trance.

I feel like I was part of the French regime back then as well, all disciplined and what not. Even now, if given a chance, I would love to enroll into military school because I know I can handle it and I have the will and determination to be there. *Royal.*

But I guess, it’s too late for that.

At least I can be someone like that from within then, screaming “Left Right Left” not only on the outside along with all the commands that the contingent needs to follow, but teaching my own self something in the process.

It’s not about being rude. I bet there are many people who will not are not able to take it. No, I’m not being harsh, you just don’t have basic discipline within you.

Then again, not everyone is cut out for such sophistication because there’ll always be that girl whining away about her newly manicured (then chipped) fingernail.


x EdgyShark x

Short Winter Naps

I bet you’re thinking that the title of this post is like some kind of a contradiction. Obviously, I don’t feel that way.

Autumn leaves it’s spell behind as winter falls in suddenly. And then, it’s all about the hot chai, shawls, nice French music, good conversation, and a nice fuzzy feeling inside.

I’m doing all the above, along with being on a natural high courtesy Porcupine Tree. Ephemeral naps are how I want them to be. I don’t want to miss out on even a moment of the coldly warm weather all around me.

I don’t have dreams now-a-nights because the season’s bringing out my innermost thoughts in a way that they’re being showcased in front of me, like a familiar vivid image of a myriad of colours and contours. Of  emotional wants and needs.

It’s a wonderful feeling. I feel like I’m alive and kicking after a long time.

x EdgyShark x