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Who should paint you??

Monday, January 30, 2006
Who Should Paint You: Pablo Picasso

Your an expressive soul who shows many emotions, with many subtleties
Only a master painter could represent your glorious contradictions
What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?


Ummm... I expected dali, but this is cool! Who will paint you? ;)

The wicked spliff

Sunday, January 29, 2006
Swiftly, Mark and John climbed up the stairs to get to John's apartment.. they had met after almost two years and the excitement made them want to go catch up more on each other, there was an amazing sense of familiarity which Mark felt very wierd about because he'd never really been in touch with John all this while. As they settled themselves down around the house, Mark offered to roll a spliff for the good times back in college days. John jumped on the idea since his last spliff was almost a month back he said to John.

Mark, quickly rolled a smooth and long spliff and lit it with an eager flame. John felt the eagerness come back to him as the first whiffs of the tea hit his nostrils. Inhaling the smoke uncertainly his face became more and more relaxed as he lay back, floating as if on a boat in a slow meandering river. Coupled with a quiet ambience in the background, when suddenly Mark told him "You really must try the F2, cos then you'll be REALLY blown. John's face lit up at the prospect, little did he to know what was coming. Mark explained "take two drags and pass it on to me, exhale only when it comes back to you. That way you will be smashed!" John never smoked much of the green before and had a very utopian picture in his mind when he offered to go with the F2, Mark in his excited enthusiasm got on a really high frequency energy groove. But the F2 just hit John like the awakening chinese gong which broke his mind's utopian stoned slumber.

As John's face grew from relaxed to uncertain and he took yet another drag, when the room started revolving round him. Gathering the energy out of his chaotic state he told Mark how blowing the spliff was.. as he slumped back and closed his eyes going into a whirlwind of darkness deep below in his mind. The scorching music in the background only sent him more into a state of quiet, as he lay fighting the sinking feeling. Mark looked at him and at once new the state and offered some water which John feverishly drank and sat up in a state of aboslute chaos and uncertainity. Mark couldn't help but laugh to himself how the huge presence of John was now moving around from his sitting place with those semi-closed eyes, saying "I'm soooo blown maaan!" with an uncertain smile. Mark replied enthusiastically "Yea man!! this is sooo smashing!" as he contently smiled.

John sinked deeper and deeper and at last threw up on the floor; missing Mark by inches, as Mark realised what happened. He sort of saw it coming but not in this fashion. As John got up and made his way to the loo. Mark looked around and sick in his stomach when he looked at the mess got up and walked over towards the loo. Mark was uncertain with what he was supposed to do so called out to John "ey John, you ok man??" John let out another gulp and spoke with a disgusted accent "Yae man aa-eee-m okk". Mark sat down on the chair as he lit his ciggarette and watched John clean up and freshen up walking around in a downed criss-cross state. Mark watching him all the time asked again "You sure your ok mate??" John looked at mark and nodded as he went and crashed in his bed. Mark uncertain of his role in John's place sat away puffing on his ciggarette.

Wierd thoughts engulfed his head as he thought of John suddenly getting angry and wanting to maybe throw a chair at him or worse still try and push himself over Mark. Disgusted by the stoned imagery in his mind Mark called out to John who was now sleeping with his forearm covering his eyes "Hey John.. I guess i'll leave man, You take care". John replied "Sure man, remember to attach the paper back as you walk out through the door" as he feel back into his downwardly slumber. Mark took one look at the other room where John had thrown up, Collected his lighter and rolling paper and made his way out feeling absolutely spaced and unbelonging to John's place. Walking down the spiral steps he wondered how the whole scenario of his surroundings had completely changed in a matter of thiry-five minutes.

Walking to his bike as he rode out of John's place, Mark left John's place in a very uncertain state which made him laugh, "That was one wicked spliff" he said to himself with a stoned giggle. Riding along the wide roads with the cool breeze carresing his face Mark rode on home singing Imagine for no real reason at all, as he drove into the sunset floating on the words of his song..

Sunday, January 22, 2006
9:52: Enter the mad fantasy man
9:54: Curtains drawn apart
9:55: Music played in background

Me: (Sleepy stupor*) Dude! Have you no concept of time at all?

Mad Fantasy man: Not really but is the concept of time really that important??

Me:(*yawn*) awww! get away now im trying to catch some sleep had quite a draining time last night!

MFM: (walks over to the grafitti wall space and writes WAKE UP! in a screaming loud red) You shall know our velocity..

Me: (kick open the sheets and sit in bed) What are you on man?

MFM: I'm on to the raving colorful dance.. of the creatures of the after world. They call out, beckon as they revel in their surroundings of grandeur in-tune with the electronic music of the Piper.

Me: I see.. looks like you were in a Rave last night, yea?

MFM: (Shrugs) No man! i'm too scared.. YOU know it..!

Me: (wondering what he's upto, in my semi-sleep state not really wanting to carry on the conversation further, yet determined to get him to leave) But then what takes you on to the dancers and their Piper-ly Trance?

MFM: (In an unmistakbale acidic daze) I don't know man, Too much on me fookin head right now.

Me: (Resigning from the conversation, pulling the covers over my head) Alright then, Tell me when you've found the answer.. and while your leaving turn off the music please.

MFM: (walks over to the player, putting it off.. looks at the wall with a judging look; hand on his chin, the other in the pocket. Hyperventilates, Shrugs and heads to the door) You, know (he says just before leaving) I'll always be a Raver..

10:15: (Last look at the wall, as i drift off uncontrollably into a dreamy slumber)

Splitter splatter

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Splat on!

Monday, January 16, 2006
A poem with sylvia plath..!

I dream my fantasys and all the fantasy dreams fantasy;
I dream my fantasys and all is dream again.
(I dream I dream you up inside my fantasy.)

The fantasys go dreaming out in musical and musical,
And musical fantasy dreams in:
I dream my fantasy and all the fantasy dreams fantasy.

I dreamed that you dreamed me into fantasy
And dream me musical, dreamed me quite musical.
(I dream I dream you up inside my fantasy.)

fantasy dreams from the fantasy, fantasy's fantasys dream:
dream fantasy and fantasy's fantasy:
I dream my fantasy and all the fantasy dreams fantasy.

I dreamed you'd dream the way you dream,
But I dream musical and I dream your fantasy.
(I dream I dream you up inside my fantasy.)

I should have dreamed a fantasy instead;
At least when fantasy dreams they dream back again.
I dream my fantasy and all the fantasy dreams fantasy.

(I dream I dream you up inside my fantasy.)


- Prmod Bafna & Sylvia Plath

Click here to generate your own poem!

Saturday, January 14, 2006
Is the world not noisy enough??
That people shout and talk..,
Spare me the laughter, the anger, the sorrow,
Let me lie in bed and contemplate in bliss.

The reasonable Mr. Jack

Wednesday, January 11, 2006
The Reasonable Mr. Jack was a man of reasons. A reasonable man who had reasons for his every move. Life was reasonably good to him, as he set out on his daily journey his reasons would justify his world. Which was quite content as long as it was limited to his world.
One perfectly just and reasonable morning; You see Jack was everywhere, the few people that knew him were always intrigued by his manner of speech and actions at the same time dissapointed too.

Because while jack was busy reasoning on the reasonable idea of a reason to justify his actions, he often did unreasonable things; Though no one would dare object because they would be subject to a string of orrifying and at times brutal song of reasonable reasonabilities. Jack at some point did get an idea of the resentment of the people and wrote them off as unreasonable. However, Jack consciously chose to remain ignorant to what they said as long as they didnt disagree with him..

Jack set out on his daily journey as he referred to it but did something different today.. he actually interacted with some random person. Something he hadn't done in years, striking a conversation with a man who seemed reasonable to him at the sub-urban theatre; Where before he could note the fact, he was engaged in briskly negative argument with the man, who he thought of as reasonable.. Jack proceeded to ridicule the man and his argumentative efforts with a lyrical discourse on the importance of reason in the argument. The man now growing exceedingly impatient listening to the silly words of jack now looked at him in the eye and said.. "All you have managed to do now is exhibit a variable chart-out of the degree of your madness.."
Before he even completed his sentence, Jack was stunned as if he were woken from a deep trance by the sudden absence of the music which kept him there..

As the man tried to continue speaking intending to get his point across to this stuck-up bastard in front of him.. Jack shrugged and got up walking towards the door, promptly leaving the room, owing to no reason at all..

Thats the last the world saw of the utterly reasonable Mr.Jack.

Monday, January 09, 2006
An interesting quiz i hit upon browsing JP's blog.. check it out!!
eden
Well, actually, you're the entire video for
"Garden of Eden," but especially that
manic guy dancing around in the background.
What is your role? How did you gain
admittance? You offer no suggestions, and make
no excuses. You are the one who crawls between
the thwarts, who walks the wings, planning
perdition, rack and ruin. You keep your
promise for everyone. And when the first human
finally lands on the moon, they will find you
waiting there, a sad smile on your face, and a
1967 Colt .45 limp and ready in your hand. In
the meantime, you will enjoy yourself. It's
not a problem you can stop-- it's rock and
roll.


which clip from a Guns 'N Roses video are you?
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Coffee and the college scene!

|^~¤¿ `'`PsyKoAkTiv`'`¿¤~^| said:
so what else u been upto?!?

#..$^...Irr!tat!ng..Butterfly..$^...# said:
coll n coffee's... thats it!

striking excerpt from a chat with an old freind today. Smitha.. we were classmates till 2nd P.u... then i left college and continued with B.com by correspondence course.
She always striked us as this extremely vivacious person at first sight who was a little hard to digest when she started opening up, but fun nevertheless..

I was thrown into a brief flashback of the coll days... Smitha the spunky chick dashing her kinetic against the people in the parking lot.. Kunal..kushubu the eternal couple; akshay my "very good friend" back then.. and the drive of us all dalpath thinking now his name prolly meant the way of the mob..! Morning to college and immediatly afterwards one of the many people assembled-in-parking-lot-bunked-coll-again says "Which place for coffee today??" a knowing grin.. Coffee day, The bombay store.. since that was the "New Coffee place" at that time.. we'd go and gossip and drink coffee and get into some pointless argument and drink more coffee afterwards.. i dont really miss those days because i kinda grew out of it in a preferential way at some point.. one of the main reasons though was the onset of my first Panic attack.. just another day, sitting in just another coffee shop.. but the day was different because i had more coffees than usual (*8 cups in all!!) and by the time i got to my place i was in a wierd state.. a state in which i didn't really know what was happening nor why it happened!!.. Lessons learnt and coffee quitted for the next 8 months from then at the behest of my shrink.

almost 4 years later..
What struck me was the whole 'College scene' hadn't really changed for them.. I had a whirlwind journey these years.. out of coll pursuing Fashion and other courses side by side.. Living it large.. really very large.. Didnt expect them to actually change but the non-change did strike something unexpected.. As if there was some astronomical void which developed over the years

From the times that were to now.. Smitha is someone who i still keep meeting while we're at some traffic junction or the other.. (incidentally, the only places we happen to see each other!) Kunal/khushbu i figure they're still seeing each other with all the love of the world filled in their hearts.. Akshay forgiven him for all the shitty times, though can nevr really ever talk to him the way we used to before.. small resentment still remains for reasons obvious.. Dalpath the driving force is more a one-man contentment to himself when i last met him a few months back.. not that he was lonely.. he just enjoyed his company more maybe..
I took to multi-tasking channeling my energy into a heady mix of contradictions.. working/designing for my dad at our stores, in my Final year b.com correspondence course (in which i go to college four months in a year) which i haven't really found the time to attend to, reading, writing, and doing all my art and artistic concepts usually by nights over a nice spliff mayb.. coffee still remains an undeniable part.. and evenings in open-air coffee shops is quite relaxing too!

Glimpses..

Friday, January 06, 2006
Floating along the Palatial and exquisite farmhouse of my friend, It was New years and we were all floating along the meandering house, People everywhere.. some of my friends playing snooker; loud shouts, cheers, faint discussions, all governed by the music in the background and the misty remains of smoke overhead.
One last sip of the Cranberry breezer and i wanted more..!
Setting out floating to get yet another breezer.. Lime or cranberry maybe getting myself to truly want one out of those and i settled for the Lime flavoured, chilled breezer.. first sip and i realised that it added the ting to the zing? Visuals were getting really intense at this point and i gulped the breezer trying to feel it but couldn't...! Walking out of the brightly lit kitchen into the exquisite and pattern filled Dining room. With its huge over head beams and an enornmous stone piece unpolished, unrefined; stood on the wall. admiring the colour-filled room and its little objects; my attention shifted to the dining table where two of my friends' friends the rasta sat..
There was an unusual silence there which i found really wierd because just in the other rooms were another group of the same rasta talking, laughing, drinking and making merry.. outside i could still hear the occasional shots from the snooker table; the vibe was everywhere but here.. sitting here they were just sitting quietly, one looking exceptionally bored and the other wearing a face of mixed emotions..
Just then my friend Rajiv passed by the dining hall and said "Dude, Look at the wall.." and he drifted off back to where he came from.. actually i neither saw him leave nor enter the place. My gaze shifted from the pregnant tension which was apparent at the table to the beautiful patterns and vividly green Ancient, probably mexican people and creatures jumping out of the stone piece on the wall and dancing.. A whole wave of emotions tookover me and i was lost yet one with the room, after what seemed like a lifetime i looked back at the table and the females were still sitting there.. it seems i had commented as to how 'Beautiful' the stone monolith was and all i got was a smirk from ips and a DOH! glance from Poo. Well they obviously didn't see the people dancing and making merry!
Just when i resumed my date with the monolith. Poo kinda spoke with a "I give up" tone to Ips "This was exactly how last new years was.." I was suddenly "awakened" by that statement as it wasn't something i expected really! Just the Ips spoke finally "yes, Varsh told me about it". My mind made up a series of its own stories in just these two statements which sounded undeniably alien to me.. i couldn't help but ask them what last new years was like...?
The bored, smirky looks did really point to something but what really i couldn't really comprehend..
Sitting there giving them my utmost attention to make them feel nice and get them back to the 'groove' maybe.. All in vain because inspite of the small laughs and the tit-bits the silence loomed large..
Poo said "This so doesn't feel like a New years time to me" Connecting to her vibe i understoood how their idea of a new years was more like a "Party Scene" which was the case here at the farm house till a few hours back when most of us went around the huge place and finally settled for a round of Chi's.. Coming back to a nearly non-existent party scene because the only people dancing were the plants.. The ipod taken over and it was time for psychedelia/blues/jazz session which obviously drove away any last whisps of the Party hope!

I tried my best to get these two females in question to be happy and actually live the feeling of this magical new years but they had some totally contradicting pictures in their own heads..
The ph levels that night remained high..
Maybe it was the last we saw of the rasta.. mayb we would see them again..

Sitting by the pool, watching the stars in the cloudless sky connect to each other, dance and shine bright and colorful.. the ocassional gasps escaped as to how beautiful it all was.. The night faded into morning with some Pt. Ravishakar to welcome the morning in the most divine way possible.. The sky changing colours by the minute before sunrise.. Dew-filled purple to a layer-filled range of purples and pinks and blues and greens.. One by one the sleepy people woke up to the call of the music. Aching heads, morning afters but a general hapiness which was a direct reflection from this beautiful morning of ours. Discontentment remained in everyone yet satisfaction and joy over-shadowed any remains of that..

We set out back to our homely shelters drained of all physical energy while the mind was still cruising around opening more doors..


After the mind has travelled varied ethereal planes, grounding is but a retrospective moment of other-worldy visions and thoughts.. the doors are open now... what next?!?

Bloggadelic

Thursday, January 05, 2006
Was always fascinated with the whole concept of blogs.. though nevr really got myself to post actively.. some new found drive now.. lets see how long it lasts now :/ :O :p

Amazing how it all comes back.. lookin at my august posts and previous, ancient posts in other blogs.. feel like it was a different me back then.. but how different is this me from that really? absolutely mind-blogging..!

CHANGE.RETURN.SUCCESS

Of Stoners and conspiracies

Got this mail from a friend in delhi at 1:30 a.m quite unlikely but dint know wat to think really!
Its really amazing how ppl actually compile these things.. cant imagine actually doin it myself for another 79 years atleast! (aaah... terrible stuff frm the blore slums and f***** up heads. *sigh*)
anyways.. read on!

Is this scary or wot !

1) New York City has 11 letters

2)
Afghanistan has 11 letters.

3) Ramsin Yuseb (The terrorist who threatened to destroy the Twin Towers in 1993) has 11 letters.


4) George W Bush has 11 letters.

This could be a mere coincidence, but this gets more interesting:

1) New York is the 11th state.

2) The first plane crashing against the
Twin Towers was flight number
11.


3) Flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers. 9 + 2 = 11

4) Flight 77 which also hit Twin Towers, was carrying 65 passengers.
6+5 = 11


5) The tragedy was on September 11, or 9/11 as it is now known. 9 + 1+ 1 = 11

6) The date is equal to the US emergency services telephone number
911. 9 + 1 + 1 = 11.


Sheer coincidence..?! Read on and make up your own mind:

1) The total number of victims inside all the hi-jacked planes was
254. 2 + 5 + 4 = 11.

2) September 11 is day number 254 of the calendar year. Again 2 + 5 + 4
= 11.

3) The Madrid bombing took place on 3/11/2004. 3 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 4 = 11.

4) The tragedy of
Madrid happened 911 days after the Twin Towers
incident.


Now this is where things get totally eerie:

The most recognised symbol for the US , after the Stars & Stripes, is
the Eagle. The following verse is taken from the Quran, the Islamic

holy book:

"For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle.
The wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah and lo,

while some of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced: for
the wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah and there was
peace."

That verse is number 9.11 of the Quran.

Still uncovinced about all of this..?! Try this and see how you feel
afterwards, it made my hair stand on end:

Open Microsoft Word and do the following:

1. Type in capitals Q33 NY. This is the flight number of the first
plane to hit one of the Twin Towers.

2. Highlight the Q33 NY.


3. Change the font size to 48.

4. Change the actual font to the WINGDINGS

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