Dud Sea Scrawls The Writing, clearly, is not on the wall!

Rhodochrosite - usually rose-red in color: a minor ore of manganese

It’s only words and words are all …
Lets the words take over…
Let them.

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My brother and I were on our way to watch a movie, some movie, any movie that was playing on a lazy Friday afternoon. Rush Hour 3 was playing near by. When we landed there, my brother realised Ram Gopal Varma’s Sholay was releasing today worldwide. He asked why not go for it. So i thought sure, why not? After all its Ram Gopal Varma. Bought tickets and walked into the theatre.

The title of the movie
“RAM GOPAL VARMA ki AAG” was all it took to make me laugh. Varma ki AAG. Acidity hain kia be?

What would you do if you got an anonymous email and you wanted to know where it came from? More importantly wouldn’t you be interested in knowing who wrote it, the author’s nationality, dialect and gender? Read on …

What’s common between Theodre Roosevelt (US President), Dylan Thomas (Welsh Poet), John Cleese (monty python actor) and Ardra Vamshi (DSS blogger)?

They all share the same birthday! Ain’t that cool or what?

Is it a good thing or a bad thing?

As my usual routine for the day before work, i read up on news on the internet, read blogs, and if something catches my eye other than a fly or brow hair, i read up on interesting tid bits on science, relationships (67.89% survey reading men?), how to have vinyl flooring tips, hairstyles, hollywood breakups, conspiracy theories and all that.

I’m going to break a few rules i made for myself for writing. We all have come across that portions of our lives where our character,mindset was still in a state of flux, still forming, inconclusive, yet dynamic, taking in all and dumping out unwanted views, stances and so on. Right and wrong seemed relative. It kept changing.

Being in such a state for the last several years, besides being a libran has been hard. Confusion, my best friend, decision-making not one. So to see an argument from one point was simply difficult, but somehow over the last six months, i see that changing. For better or for worse, is for the next few months to decide. Anyways i’ve decided to write, and writing i shall be, spewing everything out and trying to find some peace in return. Muddled waters become clear too, dont they?

Read on, nothing fancy, just something i typed out during free time [lots of it]. Be at your critical best…and throw all that you can find…

Everyone knew it
But her.
Of a love
that Monday had to offer.

“Swaralkaalebhujivyumkesh” tutoyerly calling out the creature’s full name.

 And a grunt is all I hear from him amidst the endless space in the hallway that was long and wide with artwork from all over the world spawning the walls.

Has Aynodby ntoiecd taht waht has bcmoee of the srclaws .;..

For 8 months i’ve been waiting for this and now it has happened.

Once upon a time, 2:44 a.m. to be precise, there lived a minute with her children seconds….

RT nagar, Bangalore.

December 31, 2005.
12:45AM IST

“If owning a stethescope and knives made one a doctor, then i’d be the butcher of Photography”.

She’s there
Out there somewhere
You can’t see her
But you know
She’s there

Recently, i happened to simply peruse through some of the poems written by Indian poets. Known and otherwise. Of which one came striking and was powerful enough to have me sit and read it over and over again. The poet was a young man named Ketan Valand. His poems were in a class of its own, devoid of pretence and full of sound and fury glorifying everything from nothing, at times.

Shot coupla months earlier in Thrissur, Kerala. The scene: Right outside the Parmekavu temple, 15 elephants are lined up to take the Parmekavu devi to the grounds to meet the others. Here just before the devi is placed on top of the main elephant, fireworks go off. People looking behind to watch little colorful parachutes on their way down after the fireworks.