Hertz

Man, that can't be good.

Time in a can of soda

Demons. Of a lifetime. Concentrated into a bottle of concentrated juice.

Let me begin this the way I usually begin sentences these days. I wanted to put this somewhere else, but I am constantly at conflict with myself.

Ghosts from my past came to me, looked me in the eye, and they asked me "heads, or tails?".

Sure I'm absorbed with the events that have been circling me, but that's not too much of a problem. That's the trend these days. 327 million people have been declared poor, but front page speaks of a screwed up cricket franchise that's being taken away by a Mr. Modi, and a man who shuffles marriages like, well, whatever. I've lost interest in that sentence.

In a lot more interesting world, where the clock chimes at every hour, but the hours fly away every second, a lot has changed. An entire universe of beliefs has been turned upside down, and nothing makes sense anymore. Anarchy rules this world, and order lives out in space.

Frankly, though, if you look back, order is merely what you think it is. So that means order is perhaps, what I perceive of it. Then, perhaps, everything is wrong, because it's right, but not right like I see it. Then perhaps, I am wrong.

I don't want this to be a short post. But my environment changes rampantly while I'm writing. I don't want to write.

Are things like writing this even in my control anymore?

As a side note, I'd like to mention that this institution almost feels like one. Big learning on a class called life. Also, time is of the essence, as with all human endeavor .

Demons. Are you the demons that I think you are?

Today, 2010

Every time before this, on occasion of New Year's, I wrote on the 31st of December, wishing you in advance.

I was going to do the same this time, too.

However, something came to me, and told me, "No. Think again.".

Those words were way too much to handle, profound and simple in their entirety. Uninvited, they changed my mentality to an extent that I had no other option but to write today -- the first day of the new year.

But you know what sudden change is like, don't you? It seems asinine, especially in the beginning. Like a minor viral infection that pierces through the immune system, you can only hear it like the snow that touches the ground. And if you pay close attention to that sound, it just seems crazy. But like sudden change, that sound starts blaring like songs at an Indian wedding. And that's when you realize you have no option but to listen to it.

Unless you have noise canceling headphones, that is.

Also, like that very snow, the voice that told me to "Think again" was not a voice, at all. In fact, it was an absence of it.

Okay, enough mumbo-jumbo. My internet connection died yesterday.

So, happy new year, today!

Late teen blues

Man, do I know what cloudy vision is now.

Hey, wazzup. Liek omgz, I think I want to play that game on my Wii. Ooh, and I gotta watch that show. Yeah, I'll text you right after I'm done. No way! It's 3 AM? Aw man, I got class at nine tomorrow. Crap, there's a test. Oh boy, gotta finish those files in college.

Man, this hysteria is getting to me.

Woah, so u mean I gt clss till 6. I don't wanna stdy aftr tht. Psh no wonder my prnts keep tlling me I gotta study. I dnt want to!! WTF! I cn totlly hndl it. Im nt a nerd. Nerds r gay.

And then, I remember my dreams. And then, there's nothing left to say. And then, there's plans in my mind, that bounce around in my head. And when I blame something for putting my plan to waste, those plans dissolve.
And then, there's nothing left to say.

Irresponsibility, ill-management and teenage hysteria are becoming forces to reckon with. Wonder why they're showing up so late.

Btw, happy budday 2 Sania mirza.