A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..
These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.
They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.
June 22, 2006
*I am writing this down because you gave me virtually no warning of your departure to Hyderabad.*
This is not a letter where I would be all nostalgic and dippy and sobby sobby, and recall all the times we got each other into deep shit. This is not a letter where I would give you old counsel like the Ladki ki ma and say ta ta to you and go off in a merry manner.
This letter is to tell you that we won't perhaps be meeting again as we did, be happy in that innocent manner that we were, or even have the same surname (what with you getting married and all).... but baby, you were the first ever friend I had, and thats why you hold a very verrry verrrrrry special place in my bloated soul, and you will have that for as long as I live and breathe (until and unless I have alzheimer's or go into a coma.... disasters not to be taken into cosequence). We have had 20 long years of friendship.... and I wish for many more... even if we do not see each other as often as school, or even college.
When I kept the phone down the other day, and realized that this is perhaps the last time before you begin a new life in another city, I felt so damn sad, not exactly because my friend was going away, but because it was you. And I was worried. 'What if's crowded my mind. I have looked out for you for so long now, I feel bereft because you are gone.
I sound like a damn funeral march. But I am actually happy for you. Very happy. Finally you are gone to a place where they wont hurt you anymore. I am so damn relieved. I love you, you know. Right down to your not-so-fat arse.....
Come on baby, you Know I will never stop making fun of you, I mean, I will commit suicide the very day I fail to respond to a jibe from you.
With muh blessings, fly away. By the time you read this, it will probably be an old post in my blog. But you know what they say, about gold, old and other rhyming words...my poetess.
Keep being the way you are,
June 18, 2006
Today, Adt called up.
"Darling I need so-and-so-cream from A*** please get it for me I need it byebye[click]"
Okay. The cream's worth a bunch, so I had to go.
In the heat of the afternoon at 4.00 p.m. kolkata time, Panu stands in the deserted bus stop waiting for a bus to arrive.
5 minutes later
5 more minutes pass by
NO FREAKING BUS.
Panu looks up to the shade of the tree over her.
Now the equivocation begins...
Oh please crow, dont shit on me. Oh Lord, get that Goddamn Bus!
Oh please crow, nice crow.
5 more minutes
Panu gets desperate. No freaking Bus still.
O No, something gleam in the distant horizon. A bus!! A BUS!! Oh LORD, thou Exist!
Route 45. O no, God is dead. Bleeding Nietzche!!!
The first commandment in Bus Bible comes to mind at this point to Panu's heat-encrusted brain.
thou shalt not get up on a route 45 bus until it is a matter of life and death
This Was a matter of life and death.
The reason why I hate this bus.
- Groping by extremely uncool people, most of them over the age 45.
- Glares from overdressed Marus who go into constant boob-comparison.
- Constant leers from the conductor who acts as if he has never seen someone over 130 pounds/60kgs in jeas and kurta.
- The Lebulojensaala... dont wanna explain this one.
- Bus moves in extremities... either extremely fast or...
- Pickpockets and con artists who has taken the level of pinching goods to the height of artistry.
No FREAKING WAY!
Panu gets up on the bus. A moment later, zooms past the Bus of her dreams. CRAP!
Panu gets down. Takes an auto to the destination. Zooms past another bus. Crap repeated. Panu gets real turdy by this point.
Off my chest...
P.S. here's the pictures promised of HUGH.
June 14, 2006
As promised to the few webpests who trawl through this blog, I have a spread of Jackman.
Sorry. Had to get that out.
Where were we?? Ah, Hugh Jackman.
Sod! Lost the Jackman Pics.
Well, lets change it to Heath Ledger... HJ to HL. Cause.... MMMMMM he is HAWT!
Ah, there's my Honey Pumpkin.
And this one... Here is a close-up on Heath.
I Just soooo love straight men who play Gay!! This one is for you Jay!!
June 07, 2006
Panu can give very simple reasons for this mishap.
a. She was under the delusion that she was Liz Taylor after her 6th divorce and therefore this whole post was a sign of the old gal finally going off her rockers.
b. She had a bout of stomach flu after the three humungous scoops of Bavarian Dark Chocolate Chip Ice cream with chocolate sauce, wafers in a chocolate and nut covered waffle cone that she shamelessly wangled out of a poor, unsuspecting creature who didn’t even guess what hit him till he was paying the bill.
c. She had finally read The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time By Mark Haddon and My Name Is Red By Orhan Pamuk on the very same day when she was supposed to study Foucault’s The History of Sexuality II and was thus suffering a massive attack of guilty conscience.
d. The aforementioned 1st book in c. was the direct reason for her to believe that she was detached from the rest of the world and a math freak (as if!! Panu suffers everlasting Mathophobia to its full extent).
e. She was swamped by old familiar faces and was swamped by nostalgia as she joined Orkut and made 84 friends in 1 week and 3 days flat, and realized she was virtually the last person to know about it, everyone else(other bloggers, that is) were talking about it since ages.
f. The particular guy mentioned in the post was featured in one community in Orkut that she too joined.
o. A visit to a Medical College Fest (Zephyr, 06) and screaming one’s head off with Bhoomi’s songs.
Lots of mishaps are going on in Panu’s otherwise nonexistent life. Simultaneously. Panu hates doing so many things together. Even Superwoman needs rest. But it seems this lazy ass is doomed to an existence of misguided activities, doing things that she should not, saying things that get her into trouble. Panu tries to control these wayward emotions, but just when she believes that she’s got them under her thumb, out pops a new one. And then the eternal, flaming racket repeats again.
Well you who has passed all these barriers of broken bits of my life, know now, what exactly have you been doing reading my post.
“Beauty is truth; truth beauty”
June 02, 2006
Ah!! the sweet smell of freedom. Though the poor nose is blocked, and head still aches like shit, this babe's back on the track to waste blogspace with absolutely nothing else to write about but herself.
So, I would like you guys to turn your attention here before you move on. Jay has written this lovely post on Art and Digicams, ( and several other unmentionable things), that take me back to my favourite artist in the small screen...
And talking of Artists, here is one more whom I like... rather, this one's a picture by him.
And before I go off track to do something else, I better tell you that I too am aspiring to be an artist. And I shall be specializing in Blog Blobs.