A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..

In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..

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.


March 19, 2008

Armist.

So where was I? Oh yes.

I was on a public bus. Its one of those nicer ones where you get to sit by the large window that keep on streaming all the polluted air in and you breathe in and out, listening to soft rock and basically feel like going to sleep. Around eight in the evening, this is quite a common scenario when you live the life of Panu. That is, when you are not trying to kill your baby sister with a blunt knife or when you are trying to make head or tail or any other part of anatomy (Insert name here) of course.


Umm, okay, so there I was sitting peacefully... there were very few people who were sitting in the bus and lots of empty window seats (Incredible windows, I daresay. Huge, with only one rod to stop me from falling out.... and it has to be pretty huge for me to fall off!)... yes, yes, You are in love with this bus already. If you are not, thats fine too.

All of a sudden, this man just sits beside me. In his end twenties, this guy is handsome, in a florid, rice-eater sort of way. Me not really like.

So why me? I ask myself. Why not the entire bus which has window seats?

Whatever, I go back looking outside.

About three minutes later, I hear a stilted... "Hehekkhiyuj Meeeheee" and I looked at him.

"What?" I ask, with raised eyebrow.

"Do you believe in astrology?"

Dammit. Weakness one. Shit.
I curse. "Yes. I mean. A bit."

Dude gets all smiles. Oh Ef. Wrong Answer.

"I want to do something, please. If you don't mind. Will you please let me do something? "

OhefohEfohefOHEFFFFFFffffffff........ nononono no Panu no rey no nononono.....

"What?"
I ask.

"I am a palmist. Actually. I am someone who does this by touching the arm. Would you let me see your nature?? Please??" puppy dog eyes that says...Pretty Please with sugar on top?

No no no. Don't fall for that one. Don't FALL FOR THAT ONE....

"How do you do that?"

Curiosity is a bad thing. It killed the cat. And I am a pussy at that.

In reply, florid armist grabs hold of my upper arm through my top. He gives my arm muscles a squeeze and (pant pant) says "You are pursuing science."

"Nope."

"No wait... Commerce"

"No.

"Arts."

Oh WOW. HOW DID YOU KNOW? I could be so many more things apart from that!! Like a sucker. With the words "SUCK ME" written on my forehead!!!

"You have passed your Grads?"

"Um. Yes. I have."

"Oh good." Man brightens visibly. "You are very creative. You paint, right?"

"Um no. Actually, I can't. Eki Eki can I have my arm back please?"

"You should pursue media. That's your line. You should be a set designer."

Sure. I can so totally imagine you in a microwave, being gently revolved with a touch of rosemary. And maybe some white wine while we are at it.

"Oh. Can I have my arm back?" This time I extract arm. Too disgusting touchwise. Man grabs arm. I shake it off. Ignore The Guy.

"Please let me tell you some more about you... please? You are very stubborn, you know."

He He. Stoppit awlready.

Ignore Mode On. I look at him. "Please go. I don't want this."

Man tries to say something else. Looks at my eyes. Leaves. Go Go, and DON'T return.

Yes I have sucker written all over me right now. I have been arm-handled.

22 comments:

WHAT'S IN A NAME ? said...

Poor guy.
Din even get a 'thanks' in return.
;)

panu said...

Go ahead. Pin the tail on the Donkey.

Rajtilak Bhattacharjee said...

read you blog, its nice. that all i can say. am a fellow blogger and a budding poet. mind going through my blog and see whether my articles are worth its salt. would be waiting to hear from you soon. till then take care and keep smiling :)

panu said...

Thank you. keep visiting.

SeArChing-MySelF said...

panu so wht happnd at d end...did d guy get to know more abt u..??

or he left wid RED FACE..

SeArChing-MySelF said...

how u manage time to be so regular on blogs..

panu said...

I have NO CLUE what happened to him. I just saw him go away. Pronto.

SeArChing-MySelF said...

u medi aguys hve got such a amazing vocal dat its tuf 2 understand smtimes...

panu said...

i nomedia guy. I no.

SeArChing-MySelF said...

mistake may be...u got gud blog..
how did u put the pic on main page...

do visit ma blog smtimes...

panu said...

i did. pic on main page can be obtained by putting an image on the blogfront.

Doubletake, Doublethink. said...

this is very weird. you can squeeze arms and tell personalities? if i weren't really afraid of strangers it would be a wonderful prank to play. but then i hate florid looking men. creeps, all. why am i babbling here? i liked the microwave part best :)

SeArChing-MySelF said...

u got amazing writing skills...
since whn ur writing...

panu said...

DTDT - So did I.

Searching Myself - From a very very Early age. When I was 3.

weevil girl said...

VOTTAYFORK hahahahahahgsga

i also liked microwave bit much
xD

panu said...

ki zyaatah!

Phoenix speaks.... said...
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Phoenix speaks.... said...

Arm handling!!! God! what next? :O
I agree with @weevil.. I liked the microwave bit too.. :P

Thanks for visiting my blog :)

panu said...

thank you for coming to mine!!

Rohan said...

I wish I'd read this in my bus-travelling days. I had NO idea arm astrology worked with girls...

Heathcliff Ranting... said...

ki bokachoda lok mairi....

panu said...

@ rohan - oh dear lord!!

@ heath - Ishh..