Friday, December 26, 2008

Merry Christmas

Lunacy, sometimes, is a blessing hard to come by. He is a doctor in a very busy hospital, the Chief Casualty Medical Officer. He has seen many grievous and macabre wounds. He thought he was immune to every one of those hurts. They were just cases, not humans to be fretted over. Until today. Today he is attending to a five year old girl who has been raped repeatedly. By her father. Her sick father, who then stabs her a few times and brings her to the hospital. He is in police custody now. Laughing at the doctors and challenging them to save the girl. The patient, not the case, our protagonist realise. He is sure he had never been immune to anything. He had just stored all his emotions in some dark corner of his wounded mind. And today they are all cascading out of him in a torrent of gruesome emotions. He wants to go home. He wants to go mad. He keeps on praying for lunacy as he attends to the patient. But his prayers go unheeded. God does not hear him.

God is busy celebrating Christmas and preparing for the coming new year.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

PROSE...POEM?

The fire burns beside
But the hands are still cold
Cold as death.
They could die
And they could kill
For love
In vain.

Killing is not easy.
But killing is not hard
When you murder yourself
For the sake of love,
For the sake of hate.
When you are pushing
Yourself to death
Knowing full well you
Can stop it any moment.

But then you you do not want
To live...

Monday, December 8, 2008

NIHILISM + NEOLOGISM + VAN GOGH SYNDROME + MIRROR GAZING = ?

"When you love someone, you'll do anything, you'll do all crazy things you can't explain": a piece of knowledge dispensed by Bryan Adams. Fucking fine. But what do you do if you hate yourself for loving someone? Forget that you exist? Nihilism. Or call yourself a misoselfist? Neologism. Or cut your heart out? Van Gogh Syndrome. Or maybe make yourself fall back in love with yourself and keep looking at yourself in the mirror? Mirror gazing. Fuck I am a goner. Gautam,me mate, here I come.
I am laughing my fucking ass off!
Time for my medication, Mr. Brown, whoever the fuck he is. I ain't even welcome in this madhouse. My choice. No lectures expected.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

SOME NAMES

It's here in shillong that I have seen some intererting first names. I just want to share the fun. So here goes...
1. Becareful
2. Firmly
3. Thankyou
4. Beautiful
5. Powerful
6. Carefully
7. Emergency
8. Unique
9. Optimum
(the best is yet to come)
10. Toilet
11. Flush
(Toilet is the mother of Flush)
I can't help it if you don't believe me.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

AMOEBA...NEPU AMOEBA!

A certain someone,lets call him Nepu for the sake of anonymity,has acquired a disease he had first described. I don't remember the name but one of the symptoms was being ambulatory in an amoemic motion while on the phone. Or was it Brownian motion? Whatever it is/was, I overheard him say over the phone a few moments back: "The name's Amoeba..Nepu Amoeba"!!

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

more blackisms

1. the shit is always the same. its just a different day.
2. blogging using a cell is shitty. but its better than not blogging at all!
3. don't blame anyone for a hardware problem. shit happens.
4. bullcrap is equivalent to bullshit.
5. i am on a plain, and i ain't got no shit to complain.
6. SHIT HAPPENS