Farewell

Today I am leaving home after my two and a half day presence at the festival city(IFFK). It rained..I don't know whether it was the tears of nature, but i believed it to be a farewell to me.

I am quoting something which may or may not have connection with IFFK, but certainly with me and my life.

Mom: " Its your interest in these matters which keeps you jobless. What is it that is so important about the film festival ?"

Zero: " Hey man, are you leaving home? You should have availed yourself for another two days. "


Maddy: "Why are you planning to go abroad? Everyone needs the fucking money. "


Jinu~raindrop: "Everything will get better. 2010 will prove to be a better year for everyone. "


Mikimbizi: "Why are you behind a technical job? Try some creative possibilities. You are good at    photography"


Aunt: "You are always included in my prayers. Why don't you get a good job? "


Madsie: " Lighten up yourself. Its request. You are too serious for your age. "


Gilda: "Oh !! I forgot that you are an engineer. You are mad. Why don't you try something creative, you king of depression."


Well I am returning home with no comments. But I wish you give more comments..(smile)






  

" Caution: The person you see may be cynical than he/she appear"

" There goes the meanest person God ever blew birth to."

" Nah !!, he is compassionate and subtle "

" People don't relate you as talkative "

" She say she is quite chilled out "

" They say she is a bitch,i too think so"

Its all verdicts, the verdicts we make on people. Sometimes right, sometimes wrong and otherwise to counter the accusations on us.

What is sarcasm? Who is a cynic? Who is a meek? Who is an extrovert?
All answers are custom made and comparative.

To be judgmental hurts at times. Its utter foolishness. Because, people change.

[when i tap on the keys, i see a few school going kids peeping from under the half door of this cafe. The girl who sits in the cash is busy voice chatting to some  friend of hers] 

conversations

I had been scribbling out a lot last week. But the system at my home refused to boot. I took it to the service centre. They say, it will take two weeks to get the RAM replaced. Huh !! I still scrible out. Got into a cafe just to realize that i forgot my diary at home.So decided to write on the sms chat i'd yesterday.

recipient : madsie
me : Did you check Jisha's cd. Do gimme a buzz if its a cinema inside.
me : Des days, i'm writing a lot. But feels like i've to improve my style of writing.
(There was no reply. She later called)

recipient : Gilda
me : Heylooz, wassup? Missing ur ad talks. Spent a whole nyt at tripunithura temple, Panchari melam, kadhakali n all.
Gilda : Cool !! me with maddy having hot chocolate from cafe @cochin.
me : Yeah !! I heard.
me : Loving the word interesting.
Gilda : Interesting !!

Prime Time Blues

Today is my last day with my current job (Though I have ended up my job officially by last thursday, I wanted to meet my ex-colleagues together)

 

The snap i took on my first day here.
It was a hartal day, I remember, when everybody at office was busy making sandwich for breakfast. Laughter, howling and pranks.  That scene was enough to take this corporate mechanical boy to cloud 9.

I was served with a cup of tea and a sandwich. I sat in a corner of that room of computers, took a snap of the mug and some gew-gaws around. Drew my semi-buddha on a notepad there.

I literally had no work to do. Later I wrote three pages of my diary about the diverse characters i met.(yet to be published)

" But how ? On La Poderosa, man "

Finally, i'm about to quit my current job. After i treated a few among my friend circle, my mind is being tempted for another hangout

"Suddenly, slipping in as if part of our fantasy,

the question arose:

'Why don't we go to North America?'

'North America, but how?'

'On La Poderosa, man',"

                                                            

                                         - motorcycle diaries                                

Ecstatic frames

Bottle collection of my fellow being adorning a corner of my room

This is what i'm supposed to see when i lye down in my room. But the deep melancholic moods makes me numb and blind to see this

a chromatic night & the dragon flies

It was quite late after my weekend classes. My eyes went on hunt for the delicacies on that corner of the corner, where there was a fast-food counter last day. My taste-buds tempted to relish. Ha !! The coffee shop is open there. Had a good munch of club sandwich. It was rich with layers of cheese and lot other fillings.

Walked out with a sigh !! There was another spring bloomed in the sky with the kaleidoscopic flowers of festivity. Haven't been in the city for any Diwali before. Kids and grown-ups spent lavishly on the fire crackers.

The phone rang. My footloose friend is one his way. Rest of the time to be spent on that roof top restaurant where a few of us chose to vent out our woes. It was pretty interesting to talk about life, when we had no idea of how to go about it. We always talked bizarre topics for hours when into depression. The flowers kept blooming from the skyscrapers around.

Damn !! The place never had mosquitoes before. I sat with my legs on the chair. I was thinking on whether the mosquitoes could fly to the fifth floor of a building. Or do they stick on to the hungry beings who get into the elevator ??

Missiles were fleeing over our head, when finally the waiters gave signal of closing. It was almost midnight.
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After my colleague termed me a 'cynical smirk', i thought of avoiding all kinds of frustrations from my posts. So all what i scribbled last week remains confined within my notepad.

I rolled my pen on when the calling bell at my flat woke me up from an overwhelming dream;I had clicked a snap of brilliant hues with my mobile. Three dragon flies in a green background.

I stayed with ardent spirit even when opened the door for my colleagues who were on duty last night.

I was thinking hard on those dragon flies. Did they fly into my dreams from Pan's Labyrinth ?? (the movie i missed at IFFK 2008, later i managed to get a DVD of it, but with no subscripts). Though I never knew that the dragon flies stayed only inside the frames of my dream, I didn't want to browse through the image folder of my mobile.

Its the mere wish of this spectator to go back to the exhilarating world of dreams, where I once rambled.