Summer Salvation

Let your tongue feel the smooth coolness… your throat savour the taste of the liquid, as it makes its way down… flowing like a lazy river... touching different parts and bringing them alive with its rejuvenating freshness, the slight pungent taste, bringing a welcome change in your mouth… Feel the sheer pleasure when it begins its journey down to its destination… flowing, halting, touching parts of your mouth, you never knew existed… It begins from the slight opening of your lips, from where it pours itself into the welcoming warmth of your mouth, cooling every place it touches, bringing relief like the first nor’westers to the parched, waiting earth… creating havoc with your senses, as they struggle to cope with the unexpected yet pleasantly surprising taste of the fluid…

As it continues on its chosen path like a carefree little girl, gurgling her way through the banks of a river long dried, hopping on boulders, chasing the grasshoppers, laughing to herself… the liquid finally reaches the youth of its journey… it takes on a pace- fierce and passionate, and without a second look at the dreams of its childhood, it takes the plunge of its life. Flowing down the throat it numbs your mind, body and soul for a moment, when nothing else feels true but the union of the inexperienced orange drink with the very wise and experienced gullet… and when pro meets novice, the effect is dynamic. Each has something to learn and something to teach. The tyro has the world to learn and in turn teach the experienced renewed innocence; the innocence that is left behind in the rollercoaster of life. And it is this union that sings the swan song of the orange drink… it carries on in its way to the final destination, where it meets its final destiny… oblivion.

And then it is time for another gulp of your Glucon D!

Our days at TARA

Path and Sin are sitting beside each other and working from the same comp. Reason? Recession.
Path: Open my Twitter account
Sin: yeah then you can write me a msg,
(Account opened. Both accounts operating.)
Sin (Twittering): Finished watching Before Sunrise.
Path(Replying to sin’s Twitter): Told you it was a wonderful movie!
Sin: Aaare have you noticed one thing? We manage to be the Biggest losers on earth! Sitting on the same comp, Twittering to each other…
Path: Lol!! Chal lets go have lunch! Or shall I Twitter that too??

POST LUNCH
Both sitting bored on the same comp again. Full and satiated, Path belches. Sin disgusted. Both sigh like the emissions of a steam engine.
Suddenly Path: Oye!! Akshay Kumar unbuttoning his jeans!!!
Sin: Lets see lets see!! (eyes popping, she starts a mad search on the internet, while Path looks on dreamily).
Sin: OYE!! THE FUCKING PAGE NOT OPENING!!
Path: F5… FUCKING F5!!!
F5 pressed, both stare at the blank screen blankly, as it takes its own sweet time to reload.
5 secs…. Still staring… 10…. 15…
Path: FUCKING F5!!!!!
Bored yet anxious, they turn their attention to the TV screens across the floor. A particularly non-descript channel catches their attention. A woman with nothing womanly clad in a hideous stool-coloured saree is jiggling and bouncing her silicones all over the screen. It appears to be a Pak Filmfare Award…
Path: Dear God! I refuse to watch that. It is a deliberate assault on my sense of aesthetics and knowledge of the arts.

Sin: Fuck! They’ve introduced terrorism in movies as well. Mr.PM was right! Pak IS the epicenter of global terrorism.
Path: Yeah! They’ve commercialized it too. Next you know, those gun-totting barely-out-of-teen guys will wear sponsored T-shirts!!
Sin: Lets’s drink to that… RINKYYYYYYYYY………… let’s go for tea!!
They pull Rinky out of her reverie and file down for tea. Card punching is a big issue here.

Till death do us apart

Waiting with my arms outstretched

To embrace life as it comes

For it is life that I’ve been wedded to

Till death do us apart

Till death do us apart

It’s a marriage that was signed by God

And His angels high above

I held life’s hand

And walked into this world

Till death do us apart

Till death do us apart

In sickness and in health

The pledge was made

To live with life and let the smile not fade

So I’ll let the tears dry and the sun shine in my eyes

Till death do us apart

Till death do us apart

I write, I prove and I don't lag behind

The other day I read a blog where the blogger mentioned that the hardest thing for a human being is to keep thinking and writing coherently on a regular basis. Well that proves that I am a normal human being... it IS hard for me to keep writing regularly... which is why the last time I made a post on my blog was one and a half years back!!

But I am going to change that now.... I felt jealous of other bloggers when I read their frequent posts... that made me realise how much I was lagging behind in the blogosphere.... and as a human being, lagging behind is not what i was taught from my very toddler days.... we are all destined to compete in the rat race, where the dog eats another of its species.

so, while i am just tagging along and not lagging behind in all other spheres of life, why should the blogosphere be treated as a step child by the cruel mother?

so here's to the virtual sphere.... i will virtually do anything to keep writing.... even if i write incoherently... even at the cost of losing my smart image to my smarter writer friends... come to think of it, they might have had a point to prove when they wrote all their blogs; and they continue to keep writing even now!!

But I will write for the love of it, coz it helps me think... and last but not the least...

it gives me the satisfaction of knowing i am one of the rats, really and virtually :)