I posted this comment on nupur's blog a few days back in response to one of her posts and forgot about it.
She came to me today and told me it was good. well, thought i'd post it ..albeit context less without reading her initial post...
So here goes.

see the churning gears of ugly grease.
walk with the living ghosts of a past which cannot be erased.
Try feeling for something that has never hit you.
never seen u reeling .
never made u feel like the glass window would melt into nothing and u would never get a chance .

To escape.
TO draw out your trembling fists and fight .
To douse that riotous inflamed urge that overtook everyone around you .
To start a fire out of the ashes among burning embers soaked in that gritty rain that has your bones numb and your skin dead.
Try feeling for something that has never smashed your mind down into that shuddering ground while your body lies untouched in a hazy mist.
try feeling for something that never hit u .
FOR MORE THAN A DAY.
Thats why we dont feel enough.
For someone else's life.
For it is not ours to feel.
What shall smear across the mundane sepulchre of our own life,
only can we really taste ..and it may remain like grainy wounds that never heal.

The art of making a fool of oneself..

The art of making a fool of oneself. hmmm.. Not too hard to learn , one might presume . And one is often right.The most difficult part is however, to get to a M.F. Notsoverysain stage. And then art becomes life. And life becomes art.
Well, I warn you all, beware the wannabes in this specialised field . They lurk around every corner and in every organisation, and have the disgusting habit of disguising this brilliant art as the art of getting out of one's skin. Way out.Even that doesnt redeem their intentions. Lack of inhibitions really does not directly mean being a fool often confused in certain regions with a token of extreme affection presented by a young man harrassed by his own follies ,driven to utter derangement , to a woman , young or old can be quite questionable , followed by a aeon of pure disillusionment. This my friends is a disguise to avoid oneself the cheesy displeasure of mentioning to the world that fool sounds horrendously like" phool" meaning flower in hindi.
Considering this is an art let me advise you budding artists out there that taking a few bottles of paint and splashing it on a textured canvas ,extolling it as a metaphor for the philosophy of life where the battle between the inner forces of exterior body and the outer attacks of inner conscience delve into each others viscuous souls seems somewhat of an exercise to this end. However thankfully art really isnt such a drag.
Well, now lets rush to the awards section.
I'm hoping that I've been nominated in the elite list.. with me echoing JUB JUb jub....TUM TUm tum... in front of a disconcerting audience, that too with a pout and torn jeans, i might be right there at the top of the list .But no one can really deny that apart from the fear of making a fool of oneself comes the joy of letting go, of almost tasting the freedom that torn jeans and a pout can bring. Poor old Lewis Caroll of Jabberwocky fame might be whirning in his griffy trave, at my peculiar interpretation.
Apart from all this i have some serious comments to make.
There's someone who's perfected the art of making a fool of himself, a great proponent of this art form which was once described by M.T. Head as the" practice of opening one's thick skull to the detest of an unsuspecting audience" has pipped our very own exasperating Srishtian contender Ananya to the top for the "Best artist in the field of self-destruction".This public figure is, thankfully not our very own, Mister Monkey man, who apart from making multi-billion dollar dealings with bearded arab terrorist icons of the century ,works part time as the President of the US of A.
Personally, however this time one of our very own noted philanthropist, humanist and extoller of true Hindu virtues, someone who has worked extensively and productively in the field of communal harmony , Mr Narendra Modi should grab the gold with a slight change in the name of the award , the "self" being cancelled out.Well, since Ive been too frank and straightforward , I'll get back to my sarcastic self and say i have much to learn in this form of art. Let's hope my skill progresses..might have to do a self assessment on it later too , the srishti way.
Well,then see ya next year where the sparkling live performances will be Vajpayee dancing to the Naga beats ,Michael Jackson singing Father Figure and finally Bob Dylan doing a Norah Jones cover in his dulcet tones.All for now. keep tuned.