Knock Knock

"Knock Knock"

    "Who's there"?

"Your authentic self"

   " Your authentic self who"?

"Yeah, that's what I thought".

Resurrection?

I will make a conscious effort to start blogging again if anyone comments on this post. ANYONE.

(PS: Alex selling Viagra and Candy selling yourself - you don't count. Sorry)

When I grow up, I want to be a little boy

When I was a kid, I would imagine that I had a gun with which I could shoot people I didn’t want alive. I’d take careful aim (one eye closed et al), point my forefinger at the culpable party, cock my thumb and pull the imaginary trigger. There were never any sound effects associated with any of the preceding or following actions so I reckon I had a silencer screwed on somehow. The victim would lie in a pool of imaginary blood and I would gloat in imaginary satisfaction for the rest of the day.

The following day, the victim would be resurrected, but my life would go on, unfettered. Their crime seemed immaterial now since I had purged their soul from pestilence through my little ritual.

With time, I seem to have lost my little imaginary gun. Or perhaps, I’ve lost my imagination. There are those that I want to shoot today. There are those I want to resurrect.

But most of all, I want that gun to shoot myself. To purge my soul. To be oblivious again. To be seven again…

Not so "fast car"..

The Bangalore Corporation has faced severe disparagement in the last few months over the abysmal infrastructure and the lack of holistic planning. A myriad writers have sprayed their views on the number of potholes, narrow roads, road-works etc. on personal as well as public domains.

The one thing that is usually absent from this colourful graffiti is the role that the drivers and pedestrians, people like you and me play in making hell, hell.

With my limited driving experience in Indian and South-East Asian cities, I can safely say that Bangaloreans or Bengalurians have the least amount of common road sense – in the world.

Bangalore boasts of the highest dispensable consumer income per capita owing largely to the thriving IT and BPO sectors. This compounded with aggressive personal finance options has resulted in 800 new vehicles being registered each day in the city.

The following are some observations which clearly distinguish a Bangalorean from others. They can also be used as survival tips in case you are planning on commencing your driving odyssey:-
· Honking: If you don’t honk, you are not part of the cool-club. The moment the signal changes from red to green, it is mandatory to honk since the person in front of you might be colourblind and or mentally challenged. If the vehicle in front of you has broken down, honk continuously to show your disapproval. The generated noise might just spur the crippled machinery back into life.

· Shifting Lanes: Shifting lanes impulsively is perfectly acceptable and highly recommended to save precious time. Turning on the indicator is merely ceremonious since a large majority of vehicles don’t have working tail lights. If you are in a two-wheeler or an auto-rickshaw, stick out your paw at the absolute last second and make your turn in one swift, graceful maneuver.

· Road Rage: If someone has committed a traffic violation, it is mandatory to express your indignation. Stop your vehicle exactly where the violation has occurred, step out of your vehicle and approach the culpable party with clenched fists and red-eyes. (If possible, carry a bottle of glycerin at all times in your coat pocket – brings out the veins in your eyes beautifully). Once face to face with your adversary, do not give him a chance to confess or negotiate. Point your hand squarely at his nose, contort your face and hurl a barrage of profanities, preferably in Kannada (always the populist choice). After culminating the swearing match, spit groundwards as a symbol of sheer disgust and triumph. If the whole episode has to happen on the move, the raised hand and spitting maneuvers can be completed with some practice while one hand is on the wheel and the upper torso and other hand are inside the offender’s vehicle. Observing auto drivers is a good way of perfecting this graceful art.

· Traffic Signals: Most major junctions now have an LED display counting down to the green signal. Please take this as a challenge and not as a helpful indicator. When the countdown has reached 4, rev your engine, throw the vehicle into gear and speed off. It will be the intention of the traffic on the adjacent road to throw you off track but accelerate unfettered. The thrill factor is enough to pump much needed adrenalin back into the body after a long day’s work.

· Size does matter: The only traffic rule that one must remember is “survival”. Given the choice, buy a second hand vehicle, the largest vehicle and or a tank.

· Pedestrians and Cyclists: It is my honest opinion that all pedestrians and cyclists of Bangalore should be given awards for bravery. They just don’t seem to be afraid of anyone or anything. Pavements or footpaths are a rare luxury but they choose to use the middle of the road even where they exist. Swami Ramdevji seems to have inspired this new technique of walking with hands wildly flaying about as a life-saving exercise. Maybe he should recommend this strictly to be followed whilst at home or in parks else it might turn to be a life-threatening exercise.

· Side Mirrors: The mirrors on either side of the car are strictly for cosmetic design; hence keep them folded/closed at all points of time. If you don’t, there is a good chance that an overfriendly driver will venture close enough to extend congenialities taking with him your Rs. 6400 mirror. Since bumper to bumper parking literally means touching bumpers and changing lanes does not involve looking around, why use the mirrors for their intended purpose?

· One Ways: Don’t be fooled by semantics. A “one way” only means one thing – the way you want to go. This holds good especially after 10pm when all traffic rules cease to exist. So if you think you can safely test drive your spanking new Elantra on a deserted “one-way”, watch out for oncoming traffic – no two ways about it!

I have written this entire post whilst in a traffic jam on Hosur Road. Up ahead a vehicle had broken down, everyone is honking frantically, kannada profanity has drowned Dylan’s crooning from my stereo, the traffic cops have taken a timely coffee break…

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way

An Elegy for the Living

Life’s terrain concedes one obtrusive difference –
A cemetery chasing shadows of an erstwhile pasture.
I had begun to dig a grave to bury the King.
Today, it lies amidst the vestiges of a hundred carcasses,
Empty.
He walks the earth with an unsullied spirit,
They walk the road to perdition – oblivious.

Murdered sans consequence,
Sans remorse, without a whimper.
Victims of their own apathy,
Victims of my wrath.
Renegades die many times before their death;
A partisan never tastes of death but once.

The end of another year;
The ends of another yearn.
I canonize their life through my lament;
I make them martyrs through my elegy.

Today, I pray that my Elysium shall not be theirs’.

Fare well.

al otro lado

The tumultous river flows unabated;
My rudderless boat seeks a guide
Rowing on, through sands of time
I see a light on the other side.

I am lost, I have lost all but hope
A myriad tears water the tide,
An empty glass on the mantlepiece?
I see a light on the other side.

Through the deafening keening
I hear a voice - "sigh, confide"!
My hope rekindles, I row on
I see a light on the other side.

Sombre lines harden the face;
The calling - we must abide,
I smile a smile for now I know
It is my light on the other side.

Seen One...

* fancy polyphonic ringtone *

Him: “Hallo”
Her: “Hi”
Him (instant recognition, voice stiffens): “Hey, how’ve you been?”
Her (distant, icy tone): “Good, and you?”
Him: “Good too! It’s been a while hasn’t it?”
Her: “You know what your problem is?”
Him: “Umm… I don’t think I want…”
Her: “You’re so brilliant that you find yourself inadequate. You then transpose these inadequacies onto the people around you and then find them inadequate. You will never be happy until you accept people for what they are and not what you think they are capable of being”
Him: “You think of that yourself?”

* click *

She, to herself: “Bastard! Hope he rots in hell!”
He, to himself: “She thinks I’m brilliant…”

* fade out *