pickles

of COURSE i'm connected to the server.

how can chrome for a cause say i'm not?

all the websites are working!

aren't they?

do i just THINK i'm connected?

when in reality

i'm not -

but the websites

are

they illusions?

3 AM

Three in the morning is a unique time. It’s supposed to be the devil’s hour. You know how Ted, in this one episode, says go to bed after 2 AM because nothing good ever happens that late at night? Well, he’s wrong.

I’ve had epiphanies at 3 AM. And some pretty great laughs with my friends. (No, I couldn’t find another time to be bored and in need of company.) And some significant silences with a few others.

So about that epiphany. This post was going to be about it, but 3 AM seemed suddenly more important. I’ll relate it anyway. Having one of those conversations that go round and round with someone extra eccentric, none of us were making any sense. It was 3 AM. In India, not where I am. Told you I was Indian at heart.

Anyway. We reached this conclusion, that everyone is messed up. Really. So… what does being normal mean? So, then, if everyone is messed up, then being messed up must be the norm. Then people who are “messed up” are actually normal, and those elusive “normal” ones are actually messed up.

Doesn’t that make you feel better? The Joker was sane after all.

The Joker is then symbolic of the purging of the author’s “messed up” mind. The Joker is us. He represents the deep shadows of our minds. Ok, so maybe to each of us, the Joker is a different menacing age. Like for say Charlie Chaplin, the Joker’s age would be an innocent eleven. (Then again, who knows what went on under his inconspicuous hat.) For Osama, maybe the Joker is in his late forties. Completely serious.

Ok that’s enough now. Time to hide.

Heels on Cobblestone

So imagine a person. This person wants another person. This person waits. Wishes that that person would come by. Wishes that person would love without inhibition. This person cannot stop the music. Thoughts would choke her. She's actually stone. Of course. Things like this are trivial.

Then that person comes. He says something, nothing really - and the walls come tumbling down. Such wretched emotions. Why do they plague us so? Why does he leave so soon?

Enough of the melodrama. Let's all get a grip shall we? It's not like, in the big scheme of things happening in the universe, little things make a difference. Do they? Let's just live in the past till the present starts to pick up. It's the best we can do. Don't let the walls go down.

Because the ones you want to stay usually don't. It's the bitter irony that has inspired many poems, novels, movies. Tragic romance.

A distant dance, moving slowly, holding quietly.

Maybe nothing makes sense now, but it will. The truth will out. But truth is precarious. Unbalanced.

Like heels on cobblestone roads.

Maple Syrup

Again. It just had to happen again and again and again. Fate is a cruel dealer. Actually I have not much to complain about... Putting things in perspective, I'm pretty lucky, truth be told. Parents who are well off...education...clothes, food, money, friends. Yes, in that order. I need to straighten out my priorities.

I wanna run away. Abscond. I learned a new word today.

Becoming Insane is playing in the background. Apt. Very very apt. The total frivolity of life is not lost upon me, just like the ridiculousness of drowning a fish or making sense of ee cummings is not lost upon anyone (except my last English teacher). (He was all in a fit about the fish.)

Kidding.

I feel like a pancake. Being flipped over again and again, repeatedly until I'm just too darn fried. Or maybe like a frog jumping around trying to catch a fly but all of them are just too high up. Frustration mounts. The frog jumps off the wall of the well. The pancake resigns itself to its fate. Only maple syrup can save it now. Where is my maple syrup!

This is the most ridiculous rant of my life. There are some things in life I don't want to lose, and they happen to be at contradicting ends of a spectrum. Tomorrow will decide a lot of things. But you know, someone should publish a book, and call it What You Actually Want in Life. And it should be customized for every individual. And be written by God. But it was God who said go, go to Bombay. Fate is a bitch. A skank of the highest order, and then some. Someone make it all go away.

Make it be a dream.

Make it better.

Make it end.

Is your "you're awesome" your "I love you"?

What I Want for My Birthday

1) Casablanca. Heard too much about it without ever watching it. This has got to stop.

2) Indian Economics by Datt. Yeah you heard right. Don't try reading that again. Might as well ask for something useful.

3) Posters. Because my room looks like a refugee camp sometimes.

4) Scented candles. See above. And cuz, you know, I'm a chick :P

5) To attain enlightenment.

6) World peace. Why not?

7) Guess who? :)

8) Blueberry cheesecake. Wait a second, this should be first! There are few things in the world more mind bogglingly delicious than blueberry cheesecake.

9) To know if reincarnation really exists, and if so, what kind of a life I had, who from my present featured before, etc etc. Kinda weird but I've been readjusting my belief system recently.

10) To do something nice for someone. Not that I'm saying that birthdays are the only time of the year people should be giving in nature...there's Christmas too.

11) Pens. I don't KNOW where they all disappear! I really don't!

12) I want to laugh. Like a lot. Things haven't been such sunshine for some unexplainable reason.

13) For people to not be shallow and obsessed with outer appearances. Because really, there's more important things to worry about. Like global warming. And world hunger. Which reminds me...

14) An end to world hunger. If anybody out there is listening. And because global warming is too much of a headache.

15) My family, my home. After spending three weeks of "quality time" last summer, I never thought I'd be saying that but hey, if pigs can fly (read: swine flu) then other miracles can happen too.

16) A great time. Whatever (or whoever) that entails.

17) Pens. Yeah, that's how desperately I need them.

18) I don't know really. Because usually people don't really know what they want. Maybe I don't want all these things. Except for world peace (so please vote for me when I run for president! Oh, wait, you can't, thanks to the weird secret way of deciding who President is in this country. Pseudo democratism)

19) Peace of mind.

Nineteen things. For the nineteenth year.

Genius, no?

There are moments in life when a sudden realization, a brilliant epiphany hits you... but this time it's not the kind where a white light shines down on you and angels sing in the background. No. This is the one where you do something, and later there is this moment... the "Oh Fuck" moment. We've all had it, there's nothing to be ashamed of.

For example, the "Oh Fuck" moment when you realize you impulsively blew an obscene amount of money on something that doesn't fit. When you realize you have inadvertently stuck yourself in the corner with some greasy bastard whose breath smells like tuna fish. When you realize you're outside and not wearing any clothes.

Ok so the last one usually only happens in dreams. Usually.

So basically, the feeling is one of "whatthefuckhaveIgottenmyselfintoohgodpleaseletthisbeadream." Its a common phenomenon. Documented by people in shiny white lab coats and everything. But the thing is, everything happens for a reason. That's what I believe anyway. Everything we go through, there's some higher purpose for that. For our "suffering," excuse me for sounding so Biblical. Not that there's anything wrong in that. These "Oh Fuck" moments have a purpose. They teach us lessons. They help us make better judgements in the future. And if not that, they make a great story to tell whilst drinking. Drinking milk.

Obviously, dad.

So let's raise our glasses to the OF moments in life, because as someone not so smart once said, shit happens. Cheers.