Booing Monkey!

So There are 2 new links that you can detour to when my blog gets slightly boring. Unlike my psuedo serious/absolutely mindless blog - these 2 are pieces of art and in the least entertaining :)

These belong to All Time Best Friend Manasi and her Long Time Boyfriend KC :)
Both of who are animating at NiD!

Now ofcourse for creatively challenged people - especially with the visual arts - such as myself ... It is only awe-worthy !
This is an example of what one of them can make after a satisfying meal, in between conversations and in absolutely no time.
Please find more where this came from Here and Here
Signing out...

With A Little Help From My Friends

The past few days have been those happy days - where you realize that those that are our of sight are not out of mind... and vice versa...
So the highlights of my past few days were

1) The super long conversation with aziza-with the kind of aiesec bitching and coming back to life conversations that only she and I are capable of having and understanding each other... It was amazing how we were speaking on such abstract levels and getting each other every detail.. and how we were able to talk of one detail and get the abstract idea :) A signature Zazu Appy conversations... I miss them very very much... but its a relief to know I can still have them.

2) D, Bil and Shrey waking up at 5:30 in the morning to make sure I'm awake and going back to sleep. I mean, I had almost forgotten I had friends who would do that for me - and to my mind its the ultimate nice thing to do for me! It was such an awesome reminder, that fading in and out with friends doesnt really change how much they care for you (and you for them) and what you are willing to do to help them and be a part of their day to day life - in whatever little way :)

3) Saloni Gifted me a book I'd been looking for for over a year... with a little thank you card :)

And of course long drives and conversations and the likes ....and the random popping out of absolutely no where to say "Hey, Whats Up?" like a reminder of sorts that "hey, I am still a part of your life"

Exam season is not so bad... after all... I get by with a little help from my friends :)

Zen and The Art of Smooth Clutch Work...

I Love Driving. Its one of those things I obsessively think about... I also obsessively think while driving, and write the best blogposts about mostly nothing and everything in my head, which I forget as soon as I park my car.

Anyways, driving has been an all new experience since the UVA came into my life. For anyone who is wondering about the Red Zen, She's still a part of the family (and no - that is not the zen i'm refering to in the title... I'm talking more about the deep insight into life and nirvana attaining type things) But the Red Zen is more my Best Friend... and she likes to take things slow and steady... while the UVA - HE is my lover! He's Fast, Smooth, and Tall - Dark- Handsome :D ... If he wore shirts, I'd probably marry him! (He still needs a name though... friendly suggestions will be appreciated :) )

Back from the little deviation... My most recent driving and life related spark of enlightenment has to do with how shifting gears smoothly without feeling the jerks is quite an art... as is moving from one phase of life to another without hiccups or any change of pace or anything that will create any discomfort to yourself or those travelling with (living around /part of your life) people.

You know like you push it to a 40 on second gear and smoothly move to 3rd gear in a way no one has any idea that a gear was changed - you just smoothly go on faster ahead together... and then in rough patches... you increase your guard, go back to second, maybe even 1st gear... stick to the basics of clutch and break and avoid causing discomfort people you would otherwise bang into or kill if you didnt reduce your pace during traffic jams

Its quite a deep theory really - although i haven't quite been able to decide what the gear-clutch combo's equivalent in real life would be. It could be the pace at which you let people enter your life , it could be the pace of your relationships, it could be the effect of things you do and then the other things you do once you cease doing the former... It could be a lot of things...

But just as it takes a while to get the judgement right now how much clutch to leave and how much accy to press at what gear, it takes a while (in age) to sharpen judgement tools on relationships and such things...

But now that this association has been made, I will invariably think of life in terms of what gear im living it in, whether theres scope to go faster or what...

So heres to a fun drive?

She got to his house by 7 something in the evening. His house was empty and she managed to figure a way of staying out without objection or awkward questions.

He was in his dimly lit room with the bedside lamp, a book in his hand and a beer on the side table (the fact that she noticed a coaster under it gave her goosebumps... the good kind). He looked at her and put his book aside and sat up straight to...lets just say, acknowledge her presence. She went over to the little pouffee on the other side of the bed to leave her stuff and then plonked herself on the bed as well.

For a while they made small talk, his day, her day, his book, her books (texts) and people in general. Then they decided on a movie which he put on, on the cool wall mount plasma TV across his bed. They made arrangements for the requisite muchies, alcohol (in this case, a bottle of white wine) and made the ac super cold so they needed a blanket. There was strategically just one big blanket used.

The movie started, and while he seemed to watch it rather intently, she thought about them in that moment and how almost perfect it was. Except it was not, because they were not together. It was a decision they had made so to speak for a gammot of reasons that in this moment made no sense to her whatsoever.

He noticed how she had suddenly become so dreamy eyed and knew she hadn't the smallest idea of what the movie was about. He knew what she was thinking. He moved closer to her and leaned over and kissed her shoulder while his hands moved up her hands and to her waist. He kissed further up, on her neck, and then got into a more comfortable position to do what they were about to do next, not before he switched the TV off and put on music instead (god bless remote control).

He had this way around her, that no one else had. It varied directly to the quantity of alcohol he had. He was unpredictable and could make her go weak in the knees with simple things like a kiss on the forehead, or smelling her shoulder asking her what fragrance she was wearing or pulling her close to him with just the right quantity of strength, or just the most non chalant witty reference to a movie they had watched together.

On this particular day, he was doing the equivalent of all of this combined and maybe adding some other new things he had decided to try while he was away. She had moves too now as opposed to passively letting him do his thing. This took him by surprise... very pleasantly so.

After a decently long session of mouth to mouth or mouth to skin, they broke apart for a wine break. He sat on the bed with his legs straight and she rested on his bare chest. He held her by the arm that he wasnt using to hold the wine. She used her free and to hold his. And there was silence

"Are you okay with all of this" ,He unexpectedly asked her, breaking their divine silence.

"No" , She replied, being blatantly honest. " And you?"

"Well, I thought I would be...."

"But"

"I'm not either."

This to her was strangely reassuring although she didn't know what to say post this point and greatly dreaded the outcome of whatever conversation was to follow next. She loved their silence.

" So, what then", she was obliged to ask, since he brought up the conversation.

"You know as much as I do, which is collectively the size of a really really small peanut." They Giggled.

He kissed the back of her neck and rested his head on her shoulder for a while. His grip of her tightend, almost like he was scared she might go away. She welcomed it and pressed her hand, that held his, harder. The sacred silence was back.

Soon it was time for her to leave. She unscrambled from the bed and did her hair and other such things as gather her belongings etc. He put on his shirt, but left it half unbuttoned. At the door, she leaned over to give him a non chalant hug. Trying to be pricey and hoping he'd notice. He did. Just as she was about to leave he grabed her and pressed her closer to him.

" I don't think I'll like life much without you in it...", He said, extremely casually.

" I don't think I will either " She hoped she sounded an atom sized degree of his casual tone.

With this he kissed her nose and let her go. She kissed his cheek and left... pulling the door behind her.

Brain Damage

This was one of those tags : Pick a Band and Answer all the questions with song titles of that band. I think its worth having on my blog...

Pick a band/artist: Pink Floyd

1. Are you a male or female: Atom Heart Mother

2. Describe yourself: On The Run

3. How do you feel about yourself: Let There B More Light

4. Describe your ex: Poles Apart

5. Describe your current guy situation: High Hopes\ Wish You Were Here

6. Describe your current location: On An Island

7. Describe where you want to be: Set The Controls For The Heart of The Sun

9. Your favorite color is: Any Colour You Like

10. You know that: The Gold, Its in the ...

11. What’s the weather like: A Great Day For Freedom

12. If your life was a television show what would it be called: Shine On You Crazy Diamond

13. What is life to you: Learning to Fly

14. What is the best advice you have to give: Comfortably Numb\ The Show Must Go On

15. If you could change your name what would you change it to: San Tropez

Anyone Else... But You...

She had so much to say, to him. About him and her and them and everything else. She had so much to say, but nowhere to start from and definately no point to make.
She had things she wanted undone...mistakes, decisions, distance... so they could go back to being the people they used to be. In love and corny about it.

But wishful thinking has its flaws. She knows that, but much. And so logic prevails on most occasions. But then, knees go weak and the stomach becomes home to butterflies playing football and logic tends to get blurry from time to time. Memories roll back and forth like a ball on a see saw.

She wants movement, in any direction would be good, so long as there was movement... but they're there, still, stagnant, rock solid and ice cold... And theres nowhere to that they have to be, so there is where they will be for a while.On one of the glaciers in antartica *sigh* moving, only really really slow. (Damnit Global warming, where are you when someone actually needs you!)

But the calender takes its own pace to turn. 1 excruciating day at a time.