31 Jan 2005

the metro touch..

Posted by krits in General | 2:42am


Have you ever gone into a parlour placing your entire trust in the able hands of the chinky-looking expert beautician expecting her to transform you into the swan you always imagined yourself to be, paid her a handsome fee, along with a generous tip and come out looking like a plucked chicken?

Welcome to the world of hot wax sores and beauticians from hell. (this is not to hurt the sentiments of any, it's just that I have had the misfortune of meeting the worst of the lot)

They are a deceptive lot, mind you. Housed in swany looking parlours with endless walls displaying chic haircuts and smelling of the divine-est 'imported' cosmetics, they sure as hell know how to make this look good.

Peace prevails till you are graciously seated on the oversized bean bag, 'cosmopolitan' in hand, tapping your foot in rhythm to the latest remix number.

Then you hear the calling. You will be escorted to the appropriate section, they tell you, by the ahem, nice (obese) lady in the apron. And oh, the nice (obese, smiling) lady will look into your needs.

Bzzzz!this is when the first alarm bell in your head goes off.Escorted to the appropriate room?Why cant they do this somewhere close to the cosy bean bag..where the nice looking lady at the counter can supervise, just in case?

Nopes...and you soon know why. The 'appropriate section' is like one of those torture chambers they show in the movies..suspect paraphrenalia lying around, no idea what they use it for, hot wax already steaming in the corner, smelling nothing like the imported stuff outside..a hard chair to sit on (which they can recline at will) and nice (obese, never used deo) lady who isnt so nice anymore.

Sigh!And we wonder why life's most pensive moments are spent in the parlour chair. Some gender issues come to mind as well..is this what the metro guy really desires??

Gladly mister... I would like to see the silky smooth skin on you for a change. And don't forget the arched eyebrows...they don't cost much.

So move over nice (obese,never used deo scowling) lady...I think I'll skip the hot wax sores this time.



Current Mood: Wicked
Current Music: goodness gracious me

25 Jan 2005

Morning saga

Posted by krits in General | 4:40am


The chaotic Monday morning. An event that no amount of preparation,visualization reconciliation and prayer can ever prepare you for.
The day when all that’s meant to go wrong actually does. And all you’re left with are memories of now pleasant weekend hangovers, late mornings, breakfast in bed (it’s not really as royal as it sounds) and sigh! no alarm clocks.
Doesn’t help either if your fellow-colleagues suffer perpetually from PMS (yes, hardly any men at work to speak of, sadly).
The situation at work today was much akin to a catfight. Claws protracted, fangs bared, tails in attention…the stage was set for war.
Snappy women when in a room together are not the best company. For other women, specially.

However, I am happy to inform the world at large that Monday mornings, thankfully, are very short-lived. They make up only 1/7th of all mornings in the week…which, in the larger scheme of things, isn’t so bad.
Like PMS, if you manage to get through the first few hours, life is beautiful once more…the birds are chirping again, your boyfriend doesn’t resemble the ultimate MCP anymore (this is experience speaking) and the claws are retracted.

Goodbye Monday morning. Until next week then.


Current Mood: Cheerful
Current Music: nothings gonna break my stride

21 Jan 2005

Wordsmithing

Posted by krits in General | 12:00pm


Did you ever feel like your writing lacked 'soul'. Like they were all just words randomly scattered about, but didn't really convey the depth of what you were struggling to say?

Like the keyboard was merely assisting you spin out coherent language, but failed to capture the insanty of the feeling behind the fingers?

Like beautiful lyrics with no melody, like a job that only provides you with a fat cheque at the end of the month.

Like what I'm doing right now.

Hitting in the dark to get the right flow of words, the right order of placing them, the right grammar, the right punctuation, the right soul.

Like words lack soul sometimes, perhaps we do too. Trying hard to get the right order , and yet the feeling of doing what you really want to do eludes you.

And we drift..in a sea of words, actions, gestures and thoughts. Plod on through this crazy maze of time..knowing that this isn't where you should be, where you want to be.

Never knowing, but always knowing that what you do lacks the essence, lacks the soul.

Lacks the right words, dammit.



Current Mood: Confused
Current Music: ticket to ride

20 Jan 2005

Overcoming Vertigo...

Posted by krits in General | 5:30am


Am here to outperform the performers! Aren't we all, like dear friend, Fanseller pointed out?

Sadly, seems like my motivation to actually do that is is sadly nothing much to speak of.Ahem, apologies to the guys on this site who never fail to tell me how 'forgotten' by blog actually is!

Have been wondering about this whole 'is there a point to life' question.
Starting on ground zero - supposing there actually isn't a point - is a good place to begin this particular train of thought.

So there isn't a point.

But poetry still lives, so does the heady feeling of smelling the flowers on an impromptu walk down the street..and the tears still come when you watch a sad movie.

All this,we must remember, are perks u still get, despite knowing that the end of your life holds nothing but a rotting of a body and mind that faithfully deluded you into thinking that you would never cease to be.

And if this is all there is, all there will ever be and all that ever was, i want to get my money's worth.

So be it if the world turns truant and changes on me..so be it if i wake up one morning to find the pages of my diary being used to clean doggy poo..so be it if the bungee rope snaps the very day I overcome vertigo n take the plunge..

So be it..So be it...



Current Mood: Cheerful
Current Music: let it be

17 Jan 2005

Been a while...

Posted by krits in Religion | 9:06am


Seem to be doing a guest appearance here every once in a while..but what the heck, like my dog, the blog loves me unconditionally..no questions asked.

While on the subject, a great debate took place today between two great minds of our times.(Their greatness, of course, will be apparent only posthumously...like it sadly oft happens to all people great.)

Love,they said, was nothing but.Phooey to all the mills n boon variety,phooey to soulmates even. The high is gone much too soon, and it's usually the hangover that lives to tell the tale that once was.

How true,how true. When the honeymoon's over, time to give my side of the bed back.And your smelly socks, you can launder them yourself, and oh, would you mind doing mine too?

Great battle lines are drawn..and defended with utmost care. So much for the two-peas in a pod that you once were.

And that, the great minds concluded, was the ultimate paradox of life. While man is a great island (for want of a better word,again)called individuality, he must still belong to another..many others, in fact.

In other words, you can't escape the potty training, but what you have to do, you have to do alone.

hmm..quite a profound thought..seem to be having a lot of those today funnily.

And so the great thinkers parted ways, with yet another dignified handshake  and saying 'chin up' to each other.

And then they were lost to the annals of yesterday..where thoughts merge and everything ceases to exist.

And they walked away into the twilight with only the great paradox for company...debating,yet solo.



Current Mood: Thoughtful
Current Music: Out of time
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