it all started with a donut

perhaps i was in the twilight zone. yeah, thats got to be it.

she must have been one of the most beautiful creatures i have ever seen, if not the most. what made it better was that she had two boxes of donuts and a bag full of french bread. manna from heaven. i dont think it can get better than that. fresh bread and donuts. God, if only she had some chocolate cake, then id reckon she was an angel. so she gets to the door before me and holds it till i get there. both hands full. she holds it open with her elbow. and she smiles. and i go "uh, er, uh, thank you". smoooooooth, real smooth!!

sheeeeshh.....

got an extra day off today. making it a three day weekend. dont have much to do. actually i do, but dont feel like doing much of anything. just wanna laze. plan to the same tomorrow as well.

the week has seen the temperature drop. and you know its cold when in the morning you finally crawl out of bed and your testicles decide not to join you. only because its warmer under the blanket. it dropped to a degree on sunday and monday saw the temperature at 2 degrees. still i prefer the winter to a hot summer day any time. the only uncomfortable bit is when one steps out of the shower. i suppose a shower at 5.30 in the morning isnt exactly the way some people would like to start their day, especially so on a cold cold winter morning.

with news of the assassination of benazir bhutto, i would like to formally state that if i dont die of natural causes, i would like my death to be termed an assassination. the assassination of RA by Phillip Morris. hmmmm. yup thats how it should read. if this be the season of peace and love then why does violence push and shove its way through the traffic? the season has been highly over rated. i dont know that the Big J would like the way things are. and just because the church, the clergy, the political mafioso of all things religious deem that the 25th of december is the birth of The Saviour, it means that that is the day. two words - prove it.

commercial establishments have ensured that the Big J's commonly celebrated birth date, is to bring about economic prosperity to a certain few. well then merry corporate christmas to one n all. how many actually gain from it? do we have to wait for this day or this season to be all warm and friendly and full of cheer? one does not have to be the grinch to know fact from corporate fiction. that we need special days to celebrate or emote is dismal. ours is a dystopian world. plagued by unintentional dreams and relative fatigue.


Eye on the TV
'cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavour
It happens to be like;
Killed by the husband
Drowned by the ocean
Shot by his own son
She used the poison in his tea
And kissed him goodbye
That's my kinda story
It's no fun 'til someone dies

Don't look at me like
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a junkie
Into the TV
Stare like a zombie
While the mother
Holds her child
Watches him die
Hands to the sky crying
Why, oh why?
'cause I need to watch things die
From a distance

Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
You all need it too, don't lie

Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?

We won't give pause until the blood is flowing
Neither the brave nor bold
The writers of stories sold
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing

I need to watch things die
From a good safe distance

Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same so
Why can't we just admit it?

Blood like rain come down
Drawn on grave and ground

Part vampire
Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
Stare at the transmittal
Sing to the death rattle

La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie

Credulous at best your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men
Pull your head on out
Your head believes it give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all again
The universe is hostile
So impersonal
Devour to survive, so it is
So it's always been

We all feed on tragedy
It's like blood to a vampire

Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I


25th december is the birth of Robert Ripley, Atal Vajpayee, Nawaz Sharif, Marcus Trescothick...we can celebrate their birthdays. at least that is confirmed and fact. hmmm....merry vajpayeemas or sharifmas or trescothickmas. interesting that.

the Big J was here to save and we maligned.