Fool me Twice..

 

And so by popular demand (of 2 people approximately), I have been encouraged to write again. About what, I'm hoping rambling on a laptop might bring in some sense. Calm amongst chaos. Chaos that is life. But hell if life lets you find calm.

Funnily enough I did. For a total of 8 days. Lets take it slow we said. Lets keep small milestones we said. 30 days was touted but we settled for one week at a time. Through the week, we started thinking about 148 weeks and how we should celebrate when it comes down to 125 weeks. Through the week we explored. Hours of days passed with no needs for a phone or internet to keep us entertained. 

I guess people like holding conversations, but I especially love comfortable silences. This is heaven I thought. Over analysis is a beast, we tried to tame it. Expectation is a bitch, I guess we faltered. Requests of mis-alignment and recalibration felt like death rattle. The new year's eve brain fog did not help. The kind of fog so thick that it makes instinct unreliable.

What would you do if you lost a glove? Do you keep the other one hoping to find the lost glove? I believe myself to be a rational, logical idiot. Well rational and logical at least. Creature of routine, developer of steel shell around me - armor maker. If I see a peaceful body of water, I have to weigh the pros and cons and make sure an angry crocodile is not waiting beneath the surface. But yet I jumped in without thinking. Guess what it was beautiful. Even though a whirlpool was forming, I enjoyed this. The lake kept throwing out skulls and cross bones every 5 minutes trying to scare me away. But I believed I could take it on. I still do but the Lake just needs to be left alone I guess. 

Reflections. They are absolutely inherent part  of someone's life. But reflections are just that. It shows you what you do. It does not really show what is the consequence of what you do. Mirror mirror on the wall.

New age therapists do not really listen, they read, they code, type in your feelings and they will do the over analysis for you. My therapist recommended I be dignified, like I never am, and respect a boundary while reflections take place. Who am I to question the being that seems to know everything. No, but I can express. Places like here are where I can shout into the abyss and no one would give a rat's ass. Ramble on ramble on. For here no one gives a rat's ass. 

Fool me twice? Yes I have been fooled twice, by me. 

Nepal Musings

Good god I miss Nepal... What about it I think... Dunno really... but when I think about the place, I think "Wow!! what a good time.... "



New people... (Beautiful I must add)... New food... Momos... New experiance... the casino... The dodgy people on the street... pretty funny at times... The bargaining.... have to say got some good deals on some good stuff....

I saved the best for the last... Mountain Madness... The party was as good as it gets... on the top of the mountain when the clouds rolled in... when the lightning lit up the place.. the laser makes you go crazy... the shower... and last but not the least .. THE MUSIC.... Absolutely Awesome...


Of course ..then there is Hussain. Well the guy you see in the above pic with me who is lighting up is one of the best things that happened to us over there... meet Mr. Hussain.. The crazy bahraini who has become a brother...

We also had to take a hike.. quite literally... :D... which kinda made us feel that we earned the festival.....

Will I go back to Nepal for the party again?? Take a look a the party below... Won't you go??? ABSOLUTELY!!!!!

Modern Influence???

Been a while... Given up a lot... Give up today's pleasures for tomorrows treasures...Who told me that?? But somethings are not meant to be given up now.. is it?

Regular thursday night (to you people outside MiddleEast, thats our Saturday night Fever time). I was wondering what should I do. Then I do what I have done for all the past Thursdays, meet up with my drinking buddies. Unfortunately I don't drink... No no no I am not being politically (read home front) correct. I have just given up on that habit..temporarily I hope, cuz I swear people are coming up to me on the streets telling me that I was more fun then..

It didn't feel right.. Something was way off from the onset. Things were too perfect and it has never been that way. As logical as always, my spider sense tingled.. C'mon Peter Parker what would you do?? Just the most logical thing... Enjoy!!!

I put my hand into the wardrobe and it comes out with an immaculately pressed shirt (Improbable) and on the second attempt it comes out with a clean jeans (impossible). But what the hell, Parker told me to enjoy... As I step out of the home, my folks are asking me to have a good time. Logically I would have stopped then and there but things were just too perfect and I thought maybe this is part of the package.

I go to my car and it is looks sleek, black, clean and unusually shiny. Looks as if mom was trying out the new wax polish goo.. Perfect. Turn on the engine and the fuel guage shows full and looked surprised as well....Dad musta done it... Now on you can guess each time I am gonne say Perfect.

Surprisingly no traffic jams and no flashier cars than mine on the road. The weather was fine and the temperature was beachworthy. All the right tracks on the radio and I drive towards the hangout.

Having a good time... absolutely.. All the girls in the place had eyes just for me... I ran to the rest room to make sure that there was nothing crawling on my shirt or hair or worse whether I had my fly open. Nope... Everything was just perfect. Including the new Mobile phone that mom n dad bought me as a gift even though it was not my birthday. "Just for the sake of a gift son!!" Bloody brilliant.

It was an absolute cracker of a night. And we called it a night at 3 in the AM witha grin on my face and two new phone numbers in my new phone. Had all the right stars aligned tonight? I go to my car, still sleek and shiny and get in. Turn the key again and for some reason it just does not roll over. Damn... I thought the stars were in my favour and now whats wrong. No other modes of transport in any distant view. Suddenly my phone rings and it turns out to be my folks. They wanted to know whether I wanna join them for a late night pizza. Cool!! my ride problems solved as well.

The pizza was just right and the night was just fine and all that remains is to get home and sleep. I reach home and find a link (yes a link!!! like on a webpage) on the floor. Wierd.. I click it and came up the next page...

Facebook analyses "How cool are your folks???" and the results were " Your parents are ultra-cool. No curfews and no independance issues. they like to gift you expensive stuff just for the sake of it and take you out for an illogical night out. You will never feel stranded with your folks around. ULTRA-COOL..."

Damn you facebook.... Do I even have to tell you that perfect things happen only in dreams???

Admitted.....

Well I do agree.... If anyone can be lazier than me, then they do deserve the award.... and its confirmed...What's love gotta do with it is officially discontinued... Kick up the backside wasn't hard enough..

Lemme see if I can come up with anything at all...If it were up to me..Wait a minute!!!! it IS up to me.... I am gonne send out cryptic messages of impending doom to all of mankind.... Are you hearing me!!! Impending DOOM!!!!

Bye bye Sister....To the land of the MARRIED PEOPLE!!!

As I write this I am very happy.... So happy that I have shunned my favourite hobby...Sleeping.. I been thinking only about the toast I have to make at my sister's wedding... But well the part of the world I am from, if I do that, I might be banished from attending all the marriages in the future... So I decided to put it here.... To all the family and friends...I'll keep it short

The earliest I remember Fairuz is back when she was a wee little one.... I knew her as a girl who cries at the mere mention that she is not fair(thats not true though...if anything she had to be darker to look normal).... Then I realised right there that she is the closest I will ever have as a sister(Although later on I had plenty more...all I had to do was go and ask a girl out for a date and voila instant sister)... My little sister... Ever since she's been Lulu my dear little sister...

Can't believe all that happened ages ago....And now she's all grown up....In fact grown up enough to step onto the land of the married people....The fun land of juggling work and family.... the very exciting land where she will be called a "Mrs". So Fairuz Mustafa...Savour that name...cuz soon enough you will have a different last name. I have known her long enough to know that she is absolutely wonderful at whatever she does; so she is going to be a brilliant Mrs.

So thats that.... My dear Sister I love you and all my best wishes and support for your journey to that land.... and as for Faisal....Welcome to the family, brother.. and whenever you want to make her cry....Tell her she is not fair enough... :D.... TO THE NEWEST COUPLE IN OUR FAMILY!!! Cheers!!

Whats Love gotta do with it?? Part 4

So when my voice and fingers betrayed me, I turned to something I thought was special. I cannot think of anything funnier that I might have done till now. Some might call it strange but I would still say it was the funniest. I tried my hand at poetry, or rather you can call it song writing.
I sat many days and nights with a pen in one hand, a paper in the other and my head in yet another one. I sat on the roof hoping that the night sky would inspire me but all I got was a thank you note from the MUoK (Mosquitoes Union of Kochi) . I sat out in the rain hoping the plump and heavy rain drops would give me a concussion bad enough to kick start my brain. In the end, I did what most 'talented' writers do. I listened to good old songs to 'inspire' me. Then I wrote and wrote and wrote to fill up an entire book. You can guess how that went. Thankfully my lyrics were not sung out loud or I’d be facing law suits from Bon Jovi and Bryan Adams. I would love to remember any of those lyrics but the book I engraved it into is missing in action. I had lent it to a ‘flirt victim’ of mine and never got it back. Guess she must have shredded it first and then set it alight as her contribution to the music industry.

I stand up and look behind me. Three tables behind me sits a guy whom I know. He is a regular office going bloke. Saying that he is average looking would be a grave injustice to the average Joes of the world. But he got served. In fact he gets served all the time. A different dish every day. You want to know why? Well he maybe the office going bloke every morning, but he had an alter ego. As the night falls, he is the lead singer of a famous rock band in town. This should have strengthened my theory but unfortunately that was not quite the case. I found the first hole in my theory seven years ago. He is one of my oldest acquaintances, not particularly special, slight alcoholic and did not have much ambition in his life. He got served as well. He was served with all heart by a very sweet and good-looking girl. "OOOh envy envy envy". That was just the first hole. Now the theory looks more like a sponge.

So where did I go wrong with that one? What did I do wrong in framing that assumption? Answer to which I heard from a very close friend of mine later on. She told me that she believes everyone has got their own gift. Every one is talented in one way or the other. Surprised? So, according to her, from the factory creating life, everyone passes a talent check before they are let out. Anyways that was long back for me to remember where I was when the check took place.

Whats Love gotta do with it?? Part 3

I have made an unofficial study on what a girl wants. “And?” it was the guy on my right who looked a lot like Ollie from that comedy pair. He was taking out his gold credit card to settle the cheque. How would I know? If I knew the answer to that, would I still be waiting to be served for this long? But I did have some theories. I started off with plenty of them but each time along comes a girl who loves to drive a battering ram through my assumption.

My first ever theory was that a guy should have something in his repertoire saying “Hey, I am good at this and pay attention to me cuz I am fascinating.” This resulted in me trying to sing any song possible with this base voice of mine. If anyone was around my house during that time; and heard some unexplained, scary voices, you have the explanations now. One step at a time I said, and started with just humming. Thankfully there was a lot of traffic around my place so there was no much damage. Then came the sing along sessions which, by God's grace, got drowned in the heavy thunderstorm we had that year.

When the enormous truth hit me, that I couldn’t make it as a lead singer of any band, I did not lose hope. I was positive as I could ever be. Intead of sighing up a storm, I turned my attention to playing any instrument. So I went to this instructor and paid him to make me the next Eric Clapton. I had the guts to walk into the shop to buy a guitar. My act was so impressive that the shopkeeper was convinced that I was the real deal; India's answer to Slash. Years later, when I think about it, I understand that he was just playing along. Just something out of the ordinary for him, his comic relief.

The guitar strings never liked my fingers and so the instructor ended up getting rich. As for the guitar, it ended up in the hands of one of my more talented cousins. Then took place something that I consider to be the funniest thing I have ever done.