666!

A sigh to begin with…. A real deep sigh.
Hey dude its not just about being hopeless or frustrated it’s a bit more than that …. Just a little bit more. I don’t know what I’m trying to prove by all these scribbling but that doesn’t matter there are enough people on earth who supposedly make sense … my staying out of that league wont make much of a difference. Perhaps this is why I love blogging, I don’t have to meet any standard or please anyone I can just give vent to my thoughts (I won’t make the mistake of christening these emotion). Actually some incidents in the past few days awakened a dormant identity in me…. This was long buried under the sheathe of hopeless strivings, callous jargons and an eternal flaw.
I heard that in yonder past there was a big shot called God, this chap laid down some guidelines as to what decorum was to be maintained in his premises which supposedly was the earth. Yet his folks tasted the forbidden fruit and things got worse. God, on an emotional note, left them and became a recluse. Thus, began the age of awareness, murder and night fall. Night fall must have been common amongst men in those days…who were flocked by scantily clad or unclad women, were aware of some itching between their legs but didn’t know how to have sex! Gosh…he must have gone real wild the day he had his first intercourse. However this wildness gave birth to wonder! Kids were sprinkled on earth and these kids grew up and developed to become the first murderer and the first slain!!! Legend says that the big boss god never forgave his folks for disobeying him…and so his folks and their successors were all cursed for their eternal sin…mind you this sin was inherited. Today I call this sin, flaw. That was the brief history of my eternal flaw.
Bunk all that…what was I talking about? Frankly speaking I was talking about nothing. Voidness persists within me and this voidness sets up a chain of chemical reactions which thankfully give birth to new compounds…after all we are all chemical compounds (barring our psyche). Including our psyche we could be classified as psychochemical compounds! Ah, that was a long word. I am not good in using long words. Don’t mind, henceforth this article shall be simpler.
Few days back I asked myself …from whom are you running Anirban? What chases thou? Another deep sigh… I really don’t know. I think it looks like a liquid shadow. It has been following me for quite sometime and scanning all my twitches. It has made life hell for me at times and at other times it has lovingly called me the devil and made me feel at home in hell. I must admit there is a sort of relationship developing between me and this liquid shadow…I cannot elaborate any further. Dude! I am not hiding facts…its just that I don’t know any further. So, I spoke about a dormant identity in me…what’s that? Since you have cooperated with my article for this long you deserve to get an idea…
Actually and factually, I was secretly ambitious….I wanted a lot from life…enough to strangle my fantasies. However who’s not ambitious? Even Brutus was. This was not a unique trait in me… hold on! My ambition was a bit different…I wanted a lot from life at the cost of others. I don’t know but do any of you people feel the same? Please let me know. This trait of mine I treasured…it gave me energy (the negative version). And I enjoyed sipping this energy booster…
Then some things happened which began to bring others into the niche of my fantasies. no longer was I a loner in the world I imagined. This at first I didn’t bother but then it slowly began to eat me within…and I realized that there was no escape from this serpentine strangling. I felt choked but couldn’t get access to water. On the verge of dying came the lady who knows all that glitters is gold and she showed me the stairway to heaven. Which I fondly climbed, bypassed the chamber of the ancient big boss and entered cabin number 666. The lady was fondly waiting for me there….
Without delay we feverishly kissed each other…sucked at each others agony…and heard some black and white folks play strings in the background.

an idea can change your life
Am I in a mood to write? Not exactly…I am in a mood for mischief…
Actually I was commenting on someone’s work (which of course I shouldn’t have been doing) and this idea evolved…an idea to bite the world. Advertisements say: an idea can change your life! Gosh; the word advertisement makes me…hey c’mon don’t expect me to provide all the words. Well let me be frank: there are few hard hitting people whom I truly admire: the first in the list is Lalloo Prasad Yadav ( not yet Padmasree)…some self proclaimed management guru’s tell people to count chicken before they hatch and this dude actually made cattle chew coal …was that a tongue twister or food for thought?
After Lalloo I would keep Vijay Mallya (he happens to be an alumni from my school). This brewer has this high flying sexy confidence amalgamated with awareness of position…above all he has this I don’t care a damn type of body language…ah quite a package…better then aging wine.
Anurag Basu, a bong doing well away from home, is in his peak form nowadays. Those extra unwanted white blood corpuscles which he drained out by transfusion, seems to have made him a better understander of the world…I’d rather say our urban world. that was of course transcribed in the film Metro: I always felt that this chap had more in him than directing losers like mallika sherawat and emraan hashmi (one, spends a lifetime pondering over how much her boobs have inspired the Chinese youngsters and the other has nothing better to do than counting kisses!), he has kept up to my expectations. I would love to see him direct Tagore`s “Shesher Kobita” (the last poem…or what you will) instead of Murdering his talent.
Hey man…I wrote more about Anurag than the other two notes combined!
“Mother should I be the president”…Floyd rocks and I quote them pretty often. I think I could be a good president of India. My hair style is nowadays pretty decent, I am more or less apolitical and…. I don’t talk to ghosts. But since it `s not possible I’d prefer Pratibha Patel from amongst the present contenders. Just imagine…the president screaming out form the rashtrapati bhawan, shouting: “bhooooooooot…” in the middle of the night. I’d try to get hold of the video and post it in you tube. Imagine further: kids in schools mugging compulsory subjects like “tantra and mantra” or “how to keep away phantoms”, night clubs closing at eleven, FM chanting hymns to counter the effects of evil spirit and may be Gandhi(talking about the mahatma fellow) being called upon to solve a national crisis. It’s going to be fun! I can’t prevent myself from adding Pratibha Patel to the list of people I admire.
How could I have forgotten Rahul Bose for so long? Perhaps the only steady Indian actor to have represented the country in a sport (even if that is rugby!!). Perhaps the only Indian actor to have refused over thirty films in a year because the story didn’t suite him. Perhaps the only actor on a long run, who hasn’t changed clothes in the middle of a song!
Gosh, did you know all these Rahul?
Hey, now I am getting a bit bored with this article…sitting and typing junk: ah I need a break…and definitely a fag. Bye-bye cruel world. Bye-bye yawning reader…may be we’ll have a longer chat some other day.

let me get started

it takes a hell lot of time to gather thoughts even when you have the mood to think. lets consider this a bit...freeflow of thought is often stammered by the regulations of expression. if you dress up your thoughts with ornamented know-how you are a notable philosopher, and if your thoughts dont care the damn about the screwing regulations they call you the hopeless poet.....i`d rather plunder like a poet than die a philosophers death.