She makes a snack
he is in the childrens' room
teaching them math.
he is in the childrens' room
teaching them math.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
When he appeared into my ignorantly fine world he wasn’t a part of my plan
He stood at the foot of a staircase with a tipped hat, a flower in his jacket and much élan
His hand didn’t stretch out; he didn’t quite say “My lady”
And the rest of the term I kept chasing him around, his naked legs were quite the delicacy
He hopped about as soon as I’d bend to touch his shining skin
but when I’d pretend to be with another he’d turn visibly green and carry a nasty grin
“What do you want from me?!” I asked, as I tried to hide my face under my blazer
“Croak croak” he goes, “croak croak”
I said “I don’t quite understand, what language is this?
But tell me, how many more frogs must a girl kiss?”
He was the knight in shining armor, when my heart was at war
Reeling from the man who had broken my soul, is that what men are for?
Determined for him to prove me wrong I laid out my all for him
I’d be the clarity to his protruding eyes; I’d be his seductress, his best friend at whim
But I should’ve known he thrived only in dirty little ponds
He did not love with the heart, he traded them like stock market bonds
“What do you want from me?!” I asked, as tears ran down my face
“Croak croak” he goes, “croak croak”
I said “I think I remember what language this is,
At the behest of another, you refuse me your bliss
Pray tell me, O’filthy one, how many more frogs must a girl kiss?”
There’s a reason why they breathe through their skin
They want to observe but not absorb all that is happening
And then there was the rain and they came out in abundance
Croaked and croaked and croaked, so I wore my ear plugs, to prevent myself the repugnance
Look at your curious lips, and your eagerness to run away!
Everytime I meet one of you I experience déjà vu/action replay
If I could live with myself, next time I would like to be the damned frog
While you follow me around, feel insecure, cry, ask me the same questions and slog
Monday, May 9, 2011
I've never been overly ambitious. There are things that come naturally to me and I'm grateful for them. Then there are things that don't come naturally to me and I leave them be. Or push myself a little and see where it goes. But never driven enough to be a cut-throat person in personal life or in career (except when someone says "That girl sings as well as you do" IT'S WAR, SISTAH!) I have to admit that my ex-cum-best-friend-from-an-alternate-universe knows best when he says "You're just lazy" I can't contest that. But there is nothing wrong in not wanting to be wedded to your job. If I wish to be mediocre in my career to have a bit of life beyond the corporate four walls, hey that's my call. Don't look down upon me (unless you're too tall in comparison)
Since we got talking, I narrated to him my recent fiasco with trying to date. He laughed his loud laugh like I'm the most amusing person in the world and told me that it took such little to completely shattered my image in his eyes; he just recently gave *my* example to this woman who has him on a 6 month probationary dating period and that "I can't believe you've become like all the other girls. What's with the inane "Where is this going? Where do you see us 3 months from now?" questions! Do all women become like this at our age?" After his "I quite identify with that guy" monologue, he finally agreed to agree with me on a tiny speck of something and I could breathe easy.
Lesson for the next time around - Don't Be A Girl.
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I've maintained that if I were born near the sea, I would've been a complete water baby. A person just needs to say "Rafting in Rishikesh" and my bag packs itself automatically. Although it didn't quite, I found myself in the snake-road scales as soon as the weekend began.
If I were to describe the Saturday that passed, I would be quite accurate in saying the rafting was an out of body experience. If you thought the rapids were exciting, then imagine rough winds, heavy rainfall and hailstorm. Water droplets taking the shape of tiny spears, or like a thousand visits to the doctor to get an injection, all in the same day. The hail shot like darts on our skin, the wounds to be visible till much later. Screaming, shouting, synchronized rowing to save our lives. Right out of the movies! Did I mention I almost drowned? Though I was disappointed my life didn't flash in front of my eyes. All I knew was, in that moment, I didn't want it to be the last.
Ah, the memories!
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So the Incubus album got leaked 2 1/2 months before its release date, just when I was about to order my pre-release copy online. Surely not good news for the band, kinda like premature ejaculation if you ask me. I had just started to ride the wave. The brand evangelist in me had much more to rave about and get people around me excited about a band they had never heard or considered listening to.(That's the marketer in me talking)
This album is a complete departure from their previous attempts, and when I say departure I mean they took the first Greyhound out of Los Angeles to the New York airport to catch a flight to Zambia. Can't say I liked it too much. However, you know that time when you're ready to get married and you meet this guy and you think "Hey, I'd have to live with his excessive smoking and drinking but atleast he's a nice guy and earns a lot"? And you meet meet meet till you convince yourself that you've fallen in love with him? Similarly I have If Not Now, When? on repeat on my pod for the past 2 weeks. And I've warmed upto it to quite an extent!
Incase you haven't seen the first single Adolescents, please do. The shadows multiply the Incubus. Such joy.
And my evening song, Isadore.
Listen ok? The post title is taken from "Deep Inside" by Incubus from the album S.C.I.E.N.C.E., inarguably their best album to date.
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