Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Of Lament and Explanations ...

 00:36  

 

Back from a movie: a Karan Johar flick called 'Dostana'. A drag on the producer's own orientation, if public opinion may be considered reliable. A slapstick take on the world of sodomy, which Mr. Johar assumes he knows all too well. 

 

Anyways, it's not the movie I intend to write about today, even though it was the movie which caused the turbulence. I know not how, but my mind meandered through the mushy scenes of the bioscope and came to rest on her. I have still not been able to figure out why I have not been able to erase her from my already-perturbed memory. It's not that I cannot appreciate the sight of voluptuous females I encounter at malls, multiplexes and pubs, but my thoughts somehow always channelize to the half-Mongoloid damsel I used to go bananas over at one point of time. When wil I realize that it is time to move on? The females around me are all f**k-ups - most of them are unaware of the fact there's a human organ called brain, those that are at least aware of its existence are far from a visual delight, and the bombshells I come across on the streets of Bangalore are filthy rich. And I am horribly cash-strapped and fame-strapped to even approach them. 

 

Anyways, forget the fairer sex. It's one thing I fear I'll have to do without. At least until I am obliged to marry someone my parents choose for me. Let me, instead, introduce you to my new aspiration in life: Replacing Bruce Dickinson as the frontman of Iron Maiden. Of late, I have even been able to match the range of his vocal chords as well. m/

 

An update on other matters of significance: We , the GSC Warriors, won the i2 Cricket Tournament, even though I screwed up in the finals. Wasted four balls on a duck, and then let slip a dandy that came at my legs while I was fielding at point. They instantly moved me to 2nd slip/backward short leg, where no batsman had the intention of sending any delivery.

 

And I forgot to mention that I am utterly fed up with the antics of Dhirender and Momi, a couple of my office colleagues.

 

I also took the CAT for admission into IIMs this Sunday. Second attempt. I did put a wee bit effort this time around, though. Anticipating a decent score, though I have not had the heart to tally my results with the answer key, after witnessing all my friends disappear from the admission scene once they had done so.

 

 

 

 

16:08  

Replied thus to Philip Oyok's remark that no author should ever make an attempt at framing his own biography:

 

"Hey Philip, 

 

I quite agree with you, even though there's one memoir that stands out as an exception to your theory - The Motorcycle Diaries. 

 

The main objective behind publishing my diary pages over the Internet is to expose the true me to the world. I have been living nine lives simultaneously, you know.. Not even my Ma (my mom) knows the real me. At times, it hurts when you have to keep all your feelings to yourself. You can't share your thoughts, your emotions with anyone who has known you for a sufficient time, for fear of the repercussions such an action might have on ties that I have been clinging onto for dear life. Here, I am an open book to all. People have no preconceived notion of me, no expectation from me. Hence, I have taken this path to try and 'come out of the closet'. Only this closet has nothing to do with sodomy, but certainly has everything to do with all other social fetters that have bound me thus. 

 

Be happy! 

Roy."

 

My remark on the reply: A few drops of truth in a lie called life ...