Allo!
I was away writing poems. Really!
I'm now a failed poet though. See, every novelist wants to write poetry first, finds he can't and instead writes a short story. He finds that a short story is about as demanding as a poem, gives up and writes a novel. And failing at that, only then does he take up blogging back again.
I just got back from another dinner party. Another friend, feeling particularly generous and deciding the treat is on him. Its been so long since I paid for my food, its stopped being funny!
Not that I'm complaining about free food. Its just that the first few times you're treated to free food seem good. My stance back then was : right, so I graduated. I'm ignorant about my immediete future. Ignorance is bliss. Ergo, I'm living a blissful life. While I'm at it, why not eat?
But gradually, you get into a strange phase. Its one of those phases that makes you look like someone who just stepped into a theater from the afternoon sun, running late for a movie. The sense of momentary haplessness, those initial tumultous seconds of finding your seat without stumbling. A sudden awakening that not everything is blissful, not always at any rate! In time, confusion precipitates to a pessimistic sense of inadequacy.
Small digression. I was at a cafe the other day, when I was approached by a girl from the Handwriting Institute who gave me a piece of paper on which to write. From the slants and curves of my rather abysmal handwriting, she would take a jab at my general deportment. Apparently, I'm easily depressed. And also a particularly logical and pragmatic thinker. But that'd be too big a digression for now!
Lists serve as anti-depressants for me. I think its worth feeling depressed atleast to listen to some songs I listed:
5. Down in a hole - Alice in Chains
4. Trouble - Coldplay
3. Black - Pearl Jam
2. Hum bewafa - Kishore Da
1. Why does it always rain on me? - Travis
To cut a long story short, the phase being a phase passed. The light from the big screen has guided me to my seat, for how oblique and metaphorical that sounds! At long last, I'm employed! Haw haw. Climaxing in a cinematic catharisis, so to speak. All the world's a stage, innit!
Guess what song's on winamp: Wake me up when September ends.
Bombatness!
I'm now a failed poet though. See, every novelist wants to write poetry first, finds he can't and instead writes a short story. He finds that a short story is about as demanding as a poem, gives up and writes a novel. And failing at that, only then does he take up blogging back again.
I just got back from another dinner party. Another friend, feeling particularly generous and deciding the treat is on him. Its been so long since I paid for my food, its stopped being funny!
Not that I'm complaining about free food. Its just that the first few times you're treated to free food seem good. My stance back then was : right, so I graduated. I'm ignorant about my immediete future. Ignorance is bliss. Ergo, I'm living a blissful life. While I'm at it, why not eat?
But gradually, you get into a strange phase. Its one of those phases that makes you look like someone who just stepped into a theater from the afternoon sun, running late for a movie. The sense of momentary haplessness, those initial tumultous seconds of finding your seat without stumbling. A sudden awakening that not everything is blissful, not always at any rate! In time, confusion precipitates to a pessimistic sense of inadequacy.
Small digression. I was at a cafe the other day, when I was approached by a girl from the Handwriting Institute who gave me a piece of paper on which to write. From the slants and curves of my rather abysmal handwriting, she would take a jab at my general deportment. Apparently, I'm easily depressed. And also a particularly logical and pragmatic thinker. But that'd be too big a digression for now!
Lists serve as anti-depressants for me. I think its worth feeling depressed atleast to listen to some songs I listed:
5. Down in a hole - Alice in Chains
4. Trouble - Coldplay
3. Black - Pearl Jam
2. Hum bewafa - Kishore Da
1. Why does it always rain on me? - Travis
To cut a long story short, the phase being a phase passed. The light from the big screen has guided me to my seat, for how oblique and metaphorical that sounds! At long last, I'm employed! Haw haw. Climaxing in a cinematic catharisis, so to speak. All the world's a stage, innit!
Guess what song's on winamp: Wake me up when September ends.
Bombatness!
posted by Manu at
10:07 pm
11 Comments:
oh man! i know i said this even on ur last post..but i know exactly how u feel! well..maybe not exactly..each of us is different. yet..i guess circumstances and situations may be the same for a lot of us. POINT is..i felt like that too. in fact...i wrote an almost identical post a while back. actually..they arent identical...but when i read this one i felt like it had brushes of the same emotions. Mixed up. :)
hey! u have ur own jukebox! how cool is that! even i want!
heh:) i havent closed this window coz i m listenin to the songs. so...not to woryy...even if ur poetry,short stories, novels and overall writing may suck..people will be drawn here by the music...;)
dude! good to seeya back!
and.
1. when am i getting free food (and, if you're planning to be super-nice, beer) bought from thy hard earned money?
2. i absolutely loved the player thingy. i'm so totally doing the same on my blog. how cool is that!
3. you should listen to nice happy tadadadamm stuff when you're depressed. not black type sad songs. (i understand eddie wedder's amazing voice could lift MY spirits anyday, but yours?!)
4. we liveeeeee in a beautiful worldddddd..
knew we were never close, but i thought u would tell me this piece of news urself
ye aur baat hai ki I seem to be closer to ur e-self, enjoying ur spiritual orgasms more than getting to meet/know the flesh and blood
congratulations manu
i dont and neither will i attempt to understand ur feelings abt this job thing, but I am happy for u
ujju: i think i know what post your'e talkin abt, is it the socialising by clubbing thing? cool, we seem to be in similar stages of life! yup, jukebox rocks no? and thanks, it makes me feel better that ppl come here to listen to saangs. hmph! kiddin :-)
sita: 1. as soon as you grace our city by thy presence. 2. its not cool that you borrow my ultra-cool idea, but all is cool in the name of muzak. live! 3. eddie is god. period. 4. yeah we do weah we do!
murali: of course we're close enough for me to tell you murali, will surely let you know of the twists in the tale and the catch-22s. thanks nonetheless, ideally i'd like you to be closer to my real rather than virtual self.
posht is not club one..it is called Organised Chaos. its still on my first page. check out. jukebox too much wonly:) i wanted to tell u something but i zoned out..and now forgot! useless i am...heights of day dreaming!
i remembered! u have arctic monkeys! u like em? i'd re written one of their interviews when i was working with worldspace...re wrte as in..spoke to the rj from another country who had met them and got the interview and transcribed and written for their magazine. completely useless piece if info..but chumma gave it anyway:)
U didnt tell me u got a job. where?
no ya. how cool is that as in how cool is the mp3 player. bah. dooooon't give yourself so much importance. :p
Funnily, CoB does not figure on your playlist. I wonder why. :)
confirm aa?
super kano =)
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