Sunday, August 08, 2004
I love this city when it rains; it does get messy after a while
Dark Clouds in the distance, plain bluish-whitish-greying sky.
Yellow light from the top-west, light breeze in the tree;
Rustling green, shaking off ochre and soot.
Screeching birds, hooting birds, singing birds, cawing birds, sudden honks from far away.
Lazy roads, blazing yellow;
Lonely auto scavenging.
Dimming sky, brightening neons,
Saturated colours, stuffy air.
Yellow, grey, blue-grey.
Light trickle, dirty drops.
Loud chatter, heavy music, corner table.
�Two latt�s with cinnamon�
�Sorry sir no cinnamon�
�OK just the coffee�
��And a sandwich�
�Two pieces in it right?�
Metaphysics, chaos theory, rock music, and my lousy boss.
Silent window, heavier drops;
Dusty road cleansed.
Arabian nights, bawdy jokes.
People scurrying for cover.
Hot coffee, misty window, Eminem cursing everyone.
�Hey man, what�re you doing here?�
�Long time dude�
�Nice meeting you like this�
�See you man, I�ll call you�
�The sandwich stuffing makes me fart�
�Anything else sir�
Blue smudge in the north.
�Love to walk�
�First got to piss�
Book rack, leaky tap, microchip pisspot.
�Boy that�s a relief�
Swing door, stepping out,
Slosh! Splash! �Fuck!.. My shoes!�
Dripping leaves, earthy scent;
Further ahead, burnt petrol.
Two busses blocking the way, loading and offloading. Stuck umbrella, irritated driver,
Honking cars, cawing birds, barking dogs, traffic jam.
Dart across, slippery road,
Avoid the puddle,
A van rattling towards a bigger puddle.
Avoid that too, turn right into the bookstore.
Asimov, Douglas Adams, �Tolkein in the same shelf?�
�That�s my boss�
�Bastard didn�t even recognize me�
Road maps, C++, costly book on �Web colours? Give me a break�
Art deco, animation, �Nude photography?�
Hindi film DVD, joke of the evening on BOMBINO.
PhotoShop�ed wrappers, colourized old-time Tamil hero wearing lipstick.
Iron maiden, �Eddy isn�t it?�
Floyd, LedZep, �Justin Timberlake?�, Satrianni.
Wayne�s World, Aladdin, Bad Boys, Chicago.
�It�s always the same stuff�
Chopin, Beethoven, Wagner,
�Make out to the music of Mozart?�
�Shag to the sound of Schubert?�
�500 bucks? Thank you!�
Where�s the bag token?
�Here you go�
�Gone darker hasn�t it?�
Beep Beep, �Hello man! Where are you?�
�OK 20 mins� I�ll wait here. It�s begun to drizzle�
�Where are you meeting?�
�Place right round the corner� Join us?�
�Not tonight. I got to go; work at home�
�See you dude!�
25B never so early, �Bye man�
Comments to I love this city when it rains; it does get messy after a while
hahaha! :D exactly
posted by5:14 pm, August 09, 2004
Planning to write an epic??
posted by10:51 pm, August 09, 2004
Cat: Almost exactly! Some jazzing up here and there ;)
Chakra: Pretty much� ;) ;)
Otherwise: Today saw a CD �Shack-up to Chopin�.
Music as accompaniment to lovemaking seems to be a fairly interesting topic. Two examples from film I can think of right now are (1) Dudlee Moore and Bo Derek doing it to the rhythm of Ravel�s Bolero in Blake Edwards� 10; and (2) Urmila and Ajay Devgan making out in front of the TV, accompanied by the BBC incidental music in Ram Gopal Verma�s Bhoot. (BTW is the same thing there in Shock as well?)
There must be some more interesting examples from film and from life.
Me personally? I can�t even write properly when there is soft music playing in the background. Maybe I should try heavier stuff�Iron Maiden or Black Sabbath, or even the Jiddou Bhaii (feat. D.U.M.B.) techno-rap remix of popular Punjabi lullabies (Haven�t you seen the music video starring Dolly �Hooters� Sen on MTV India yet?)
posted by Anand11:27 pm, August 09, 2004
whoa !! neat stuff. did take me two readings to get the gist. probably the first time i was skipping lines ;-)
posted by lazy geek1:35 pm, August 10, 2004
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