Fish faux pas

As I swim through a vast ocean of rather pleasing (or displeasing) sights, I wonder to myself why the sea is devoid of a fairly forgotten necessity- Sunshine.

Is it because of the lack of light that the fish sport such blasphemous garbs?
Or maybe it’s the brine that seeped into their brains through their ears.
(notice how fish either don't have or have very little of those.)

Lost in a school of red headed trouts, I fin my way through with a false stitched tongue while I get nudged by smelly tricoloured sharks. Green stripes on orange, and brown scales clubbed with purple swim by with confidence and agility. Jostled by a pink spotted carp and a few fluorescent hakes breathing down my neck, it makes me spit the salty taste out.
Of course the bright yellow clown fish do what they’re famous for- Blind me.

On second thoughts, blinding clown fish can be forgiven for the disastrous sights they offer to hide from me, but when an eye piercing… *never mind*

Comes up for air.

Deep down under, where pretty corals and breathtaking inhabitants lie, happens to be one of natures most appreciated assets and I on the other hand, look at it as hideously ugly and a ghastly sight?

You're now invited to my mind of girls called fish while Marianna’s trench remains a Beaute.

Right Hear, Right Now

Cross posted from my blog.

Fear.

Panic. Terror. Mistrust. I find myself scrutinizing every human being around me, running away from every bag/ suit case/ parcel. I hate this cold feeling that is sliming its way through my body. I’m too scared to move, too scared to stay still.

B O M B - B L A S T - B O O M

Six, Seven, Eight. Twelve. It can’t happen here. It can’t happen to us.
“We condemn the blast”. Is that the best you can do? Protect us, damn you. Stop throwing money around and DO YOUR JOB. Condemn, condemn , condemn. Such a weak, weak, weak word. It reeks of helplessness.

And you. You. Yes, I’m drawing a line. I’m forced to. Div | ide. That’s what you want isn’t it? To be the other? Does it give you a sense of pride? To hurt. Again weak. Hurt. Pain. Suffer. Grief. This is all I can do. All I can say. You’re a monster, inhuman. You think you’re making yourself heard? You’re not. The sound is deafening. Nobody is listening. We’re far too consumed with something else. With the urge to protect, to seek warmth. To believe. You can’t shake my faith in people. I won’t let you.

Anger. Uncontrollable, immutable rage. My city, my people, my home, my country.

Our country. Do you hear me? OUR country.

who should be ashamed???

exactly two days back we were all glued our television sets waiting for the verdict on the nuclear deal and whether the UPA would survive the trust vote."the trust vote." little did we know about the sad images we were going to see..those images will probably go down to be remebered forever..three BJP members all of a sudden show these big bundles of notes alledging that they were bribed by the congress and by amar singh of the SP to vote in favour of the government and what a big favour they have done by bringing this money and "exposing" this. within seconds we had all the news channels broadcasting this "breaking news."they said stuff like what a shame and how this has affected the parliaments image and all.. as if the indian parliament was some pure and holy place which had never been dirtied in this fashion.the whole parliament is filled with people who are well criminals and people who are facing various false charges aginst them. i was more curious to know what happened to all that money after they showed it and what on earth happened to the security system where such large amount of money is generally not allowed..
then after about half an hour the prime minister had to give his speech. the opposition did not allow him to speak at all. like they knew about what the nuclear deal was exactly about and how it affects our country..
then after sometime finally the trust vote was carried out and out of the total 504 MPs only 487 managed to vote!! i mean what happened to the rest of them?? apparently they did not know how to use the voting machine!! i mean india with a population of 1 billion votes with only electronic machines and these people who are suppoesed to be the voice of the nation were not able to do such a simple task and then their votes had to be counted by using the old fashioned way of writing in slips and passing it around!! well after all this drama the manmohan singh government won the trust vote by a small but descisive margin.immediately the news channels said stuff like "singh is king!!" talk about being creative..
well we all saw this and some of did even bother to think about it for sometime.well did any of us even try to get to know what this whole deal is?? i mean we are supposed to be the "youth"..but sadly no one is interested.. for they have lost hope.. an then they sit there and blame the government.. an how the government should be ashamed of its acts blah blah..well all of us are good at this arent we?? but who is it that needs to be ashamed? think about it?? some of us may say that we dont care about the deal.. it really does not affect us directly does it?? whatever be it.. we all forget the common man.. yaeah many books and soaps are based on the lives of the aam aadmi or the common man but hold on what has it done for the commmon man??? we all know the answer.. nothing.. let us all hope that someday things will change.. and we should be a part of the change.. if we do not do anything about it now then we have right to blame other people.. let us atleast start by tryingto figure out what the deal is anyway.. i no its too late but atleast make an attempt and then probably try to figure out who to vote for in the general elections next year may 2009.. i hope by then we all will vote for a change or atleast get our voter i.ds..and for god sake lets vote whether the person standing is bad or worse.. atleast lets make start by choosing the bad over the worse..
uhh i hope u guys like it.. an yeah pleez comment whether is shud this kinda stuff or should i jus forget writing about politics.. really i want to know...

Musings

I'm a little unsure of whether anyone will even care to read another poem, specially such a long one. But I need some HARSH critique on this. Please :)Written in May, 2007


Sometimes, when sleep must be held at bay
With a gentle word and a firm rein
I find myself coerced, by the eternal moonlight
To compose a song, to mould into words
What has been rippling in my soul for a while

And this night, I’m torn more than usual
Compelled to break down and cry
At this bewildering crossroad where I find myself
But tears are naught but a last resort, for now,
I would rather contemplate

The paths I traverse now are not of my blood
They are cold with the beat of a thousand such hearts
As mine, that travel in a manner only too similar
But the stones that these bare feet seek are there only for a moment
Seeking only my touch and then lost forever, gone

Warmed by stale thoughts adrift on a silken breeze
I’ll sit here tonight, and watch kindred souls fly by
All ghostly shadows of our otherselves, and deceived
By our own doubts and drunken on pain-brewed draughts
Once and again I’ll wish for your hasty company, though in vain

We’ve all been there, and even now gaze there sidelong
Why do we ne’er traverse together in this peculiar land?
And guard so jealously the weird mutterings
Of the flower-sodden vines, that unfailingly touch each
But always in a more varied way?

In moments when I’m not there, I pine for its call
In remedy, I drug myself with heady dreams of conquest
Over this elusive place, aided with the construction of
Great railroads of common self-will, yet it amounts to nothing
For I do penance in its exacting lap once I do get recalled there

The sweet affection of my lovers now touches me with reason and logic
In indulgent humour they always await my return
Until the glamour fades and better prospects trumpet
And tonight the moonlight bestows me with a wistful smile
For such greetings and partings, for times of pre-sleep and the ending of such ramblings

random

i close my eyes as the rain pours down
i block the drug and abuse all around
i run away from the pain i so fear
as the downpour washes away each tear

one day it all comes back to me
what i am now and what i used to be
my conscience wont let me sleep
when it does, nightmares leave me to weep.

Commetaholic

Being sickeningly Amanda Byrne-ish -- thhhhaaatttsss MEEE!!

*Ahem* I'm Ajooni and I'm a commentaholic.

*Comm-E class, in a monotonous chorus: Hi, Ajooni.*

Alright alright, I'll stop being cheesy now.

Anyway, as I was saying, I'm a commentaholic (betcha you're sick of this word by now!). I LOVE getting (preferably long) comments on my online posts (blog and otherwise) and I can't help but give random, usually rambling comments on other people's posts.
And now, coming to the whole point of this post: what sort of comments does the Comm-E class want?

After being rabidly addicted to a certain online art community, I've become painfully conscious of what sort of response someone prefers to their art. I find it easier to comment on people's personal blogs because you get a better idea of what's allowed and what the blog owner would find unacceptable. But what about this blog?

Do you people want general comments, random scribbles, in-depth opinions, constructive criticism?...What??

I want you to leave a comment on this post saying what kind of comments you prefer. Maybe we could come to a general consensus or the people who are as obsessed as me can simply resort to leaving an end note about the kind of comments they'd like. Meanwhile, I'll hunt around for one of those poll widgets to make this easier.

Finally, if you were wondering why in the name of all things odd would I make such a big deal out of commenting...
I believe most of us are not familiar with blogging and therefore are not yet aware of how bloody easy it is to annoy people online. Seriously..!
Also, if we could get into the habit of constructive criticism, we might actually learn something instead of turning this into a rant-space. Not that I have anything against ranting. I'm totally pro-ranting myself :)

Go comment now. Shoo!!


WAIT!! People, reply to comments on your posts, too. Please. Or don't. Your choice. I just happen to think that it's the civil thing to do :P

The All-American Dream

I'm sure you've all heard this expression before.But what does it really mean anyway?!Is it that all Americans have one dream or is it that they dream one day of an entirely American race?I write about this expression because a fairly elderly slightly senile relative(who has lived in the US of A for most of his life) told my brother "Son,you are living the all American dream."Are they trying to say that all Americans dream of being holed up in a laboratory for 14 hours a day living on minimum wage?!


So I wonder what this expression truly means.I wouldn't be surprised if it turned out to be the second option considering the United States of America has a nasty habit of poking their obscenely large noses into everyone else's business.


Having said that,we don't exactly ignore the affairs of the yanks. We know that Barrack Obama is the democratic presidential candidate and John McCain is his republican counterpart. At the same time we also know that Obama's wife is called Michelle, Dick Cheney shot an old man instead of a deer and Mike Huckabee played the electric guitar in a gospel band. Although this information has not been heard by all, it is fairly widely known.

And so I pose a question to the comm-e class. Do we give the Americans more importance than necessary or is it in fact necessary to give them this much importance?

P.S-Front page news a couple of days ago:American actress Angelina Jolie gives birth to twins.Yes,FRONT PAGE.

Hmmm...now where do i start from...about the subject c.e. its a real good subject.. it gives a good idea bout how the corporate and bussiness world is gonna be....we learn to analyse poems....n stories..draw comic strips...do group discussions....we hav a lot of fun knowin each n everyone s personal views bout a particular topic..dats all we hav done for now.We are now comin up wid new ideas for the media corner hopefully well make itlook neat and nice somethin jazzy....our topic is MUSIC....alll types of different music...hip-hop,rap n d rest...

Worst lyrics ever

Inspired by commE class:
<<>>

"i love you like a fat kid loves cake"
- 50 Cent's <>

"there were plants and birds and rocks and things"
-America <>

"time is like a clock in my heart"
-Culture club <>

"i'm all out of faith, this is how i feel"
-Natalie Imbruglia

"I don't think that I've got the stomach to stomach calling you today"
-saves the day <>

"but if this ever-changing world in which we live in..."
-Paul McCartney <>

"I don't like cities but i like New York, other places make me feel like a dork"
-Madonna <>

"war is stupid and people are stupid"
-Culture Club <>

Pen stabs and pools of ink

Waiting for the title to make sense? Cease and desist, I say!

Swiped off of Geetanjali's post (cf Writing):
"I don't know if anybody realized, but while we each made our introductions in those first few classes, most of us neglected to talk about our love (hopefully) for writing. As if it was to be understood, just like that."

Well.. I definitely hadn't :)

I love writing. And I hate it. And I'm indifferent towards it.

It's my madness and my no-method. Most of the time, I'm blissfully convinced that writing is only a sham to be able to buy loads of pretty stationery. There are, of course, time when an invisible blue gel pen called Spik keeps poking my insides until I give in and scribble. But that's not something to be discussed in polite society.

Can you tell that I wrote all that because my silly guilty conscience was acting up again? Hopefully.

End note, I have another (couple of) blog(s) too. But you can go find them on your own if you're curious enough. Good creature. Here, eat cookie...

Writing

It's what brought us all here, right? It's what we begin our three years with - the fact that each one of us loves to write.

I don't know if anybody realized, but while we each made our introductions in those first few classes, most of us neglected to talk about our love (hopefully) for writing. As if it was to be understood, just like that.

I personally felt a bit lost. Like I left a good friend out in the cold. Deliberately. Why? Because (ok ok, so I started a sentence with a because - kill me!) until now, it's the one word I've used in every introduction I've ever made.

So let me start again: Who am I? I'm Geetanjali and I love to write.

There! I feel so much better :)

Oh and I'm a blogging addict. I've been blogging since I was 13, and like every teenager I've had my share of "angsty" and "emo" posts. Ok who am I kidding, I still do that sometimes ;) My personal blog can be found here - http://geetanjali.chitnis.com

So what are we waiting for?

Yes, what? I opened imagining the results of flurried activity on the page, and here I am having to make the first post. Dear Ones, this is one of the Must parts of the module, so please get into character and act onto the page. At the end of the semester, you must have a minimum of two posts - and "I agree with X's saying that..." or " Can somebody forward OE notes" does not count as a post. At all.

Since our classes are about language, let the first post be about writing. For me, it is, home and unmapped territories both; it is light at the end of tunnels and it is the dark in those tunnels too. Every word is a vast kingdom of possibilities: some tyrannical, some magical, some impotent, some sly and others unformed.

I hope - at the beginning of each new year - to find in class at least a few willing to make that blind leap over the cliffs of grammar and composition into the tumultuous demonic waters of the raw word; to risk being undone and to labour at re-writing self. And every year there are a few unwary adventure-seekers.

OK, let's hear Rilke in Letters to the Young Poet. Google for the whole text:

You ask me whether your verses are good. You ask me. You have asked others
before.You send them to magazines. You compare them to other poems and you are
disturbed when certain editors reject your efforts. Noe(since you have allowed
me to advise you) I beg you to give up all that. You are looking outward , and
that above all, you should not do now. Nobody can counsel and help you,
nobody. There is only one single way. Go into yourself. Search for the reason that
bids you write; find out whether it is spreading out its roots in the deepest
places of your heart, acknowledge to yourself whether you would have to die if
it were denied you to write.