Return to innocence

Why can the world not go back to the good old days where humanoids were not civilised? Why the fuck do women have to get embarrassed about their menstrual cycles? G sincerely believes that things were simpler during the caveman days and most of the conflicts rose after the foundation had been set for the so called civilisation. Civilisation brought about rules of conduct that made man a 'social' animal. 'Social animals my ass!' says G. When the first human walked this planet he was expected to behave like all the other creatures. His sole purpose in his life was survival. Reproduction was his duty. But man has forgotten all that. The whole process of formation of society has made man; that what was supposed to be one of God's most beautiful creations; a slave to rules of social conduct set up by society.

G believes that the problem actually began when Prometheus stole fire from the heavens and gifted it to mankind. Knowledge is a weapon, one that the humanoids have been shamelessly using for their own destruction since forever. Prometheus meant good of course but it was a hasty step, terribly miscalculated. No wonder he faced the wrath of the Gods.

Talkin about God, the book Shantaram has a very thought provoking discussion about God between the protagonist 'Lin'(Author Gregory David Roberts) and another character, Khaderbhai. If Khaderbai is indeed a depiction of a real life entity, like Gregory David Roberts writes in his book, G is willing to give anything to meet him. Balls! G doesn't give a damn. Intellectuals bore G. All they do is talk and talk some more, as they yap away to glory in an attempt to discover the meaning of life. G has but one suggestion for them, try discovering the joy of living first. Before you pack your bags and hit the road on your great quest for meaning of life, try and discover what it means to live. And stop making those rules of social conduct for heaven's sake. You are murdering your race.

For his part, G is happy being a caveman, where not many things embarrass him. Yeah, G aint immune to the social bug. There are some things that embarrass him too. But deep in his heart, G knows that one day he would rid himself of this infest. And G is sure that somewhere, there lives a man, many men all over the world, who do not get embarrased at all. And somewhen, G would be one of their kind.

That woman...

September 10, 2006

"I love it here." she said. Still rolling the coffee bean in her mouth.
"Did I not tell you? You cannot not love Mumbai after spending so much time in the city." G replied.
"No silly, I meant I love it here, the sea-side." she said teasingly, tilting her head, "How can I like the pollution, traffic jams, the overcrowded buses and trains and the pavements are 'unwalkable', what with all the illegal vendors and squatters.. it's terrible."
"Embrace the beauty and refuse to accept the thorns that come with the rose... you small-town types I tell you" G retorted, shaking his head in an exaggerated manner.
She slapped him on his arm. "Aye!!! You better watch it."
"You do not have to get all violent about that.. I know it is not easy to accept, but yeah you have to live with it."
"I know baba, I was just kidding. It is the people that make Bombay that what it is."
"Err... I was talking about the bitter fact about the 'selective acceptance mentality' of you small-town types. You have to live with it." G said busting on her once again.
"G, I am going to murder you!!" she said.
"It's gonna be not so difficult, I am kinda suffocating because of your terrible perfume, it will kill me for sure the next time. Just apply a bit more of it when you see me next."
"You want to apologise, that is Carolina Herrera you are talking about Mister." she said pretending to be pissed.
"What an irony! You were complaining about pollution a while back." G retorted, disregarding what she said.
"Ugh I hate you!! Aye I want seeng chanaa." saying that she went to the seeng chanaa wala and got a coneful of roasted peanuts and chickpeas.
"So when are you goin to Jamshedpur next?" G asked her as he helped himself to some nuts.
"You seem to be in a hurry of sending me back, tough luck though turnip, I aint goin for the next 2 or three months."
"I have to go to Bangalore, I was just hoping that my trip coincides with your Jamshedpur trip."
"Ehh... why so? It's not like we are going to the same place anyway."
"Ugh.. whatever."
"No tell me! Why were you hoping that happens?"
"Nah forget it!" G said as he helped himself to some more nuts.
"Why are you not takin any chanaaa?" she asked G.
"Because I like peanuts!" G said
"Ohh... so that's why you get selected wherever you go for an interview!"
They both burst out laughing at that. And they walked away, hand in hand into the sunset.

She was a good woman. An active member of a prominent organisation striving for the betterment of stray animals. That is what had brought her to the city of Mumbai from the charming town of Jamshedpur. She had weaved dreams with G of going to Jamshedpur together, before heading to Shillong, the first stop of their plan to hitchhike their way through the northeast. G totally adored her smile and she was absolutely charmed by G's ways. G called her 'Moonkin', she called him 'Turnip'. They were happy together, but some things are never meant to last. They had to part their ways. This was about a year ago. The last that G spoke to her was in December of 2005, on his birthday. It's her birthday today, 10th of september. G tried to call on her cell, but seems the number has been disabled. G called her room-mates cell, praying that this number is still functional. The room-mate answered. They talked for a few minutes before G hung up, devastated.

The room-mate informed G that Moonkin was one one of the victims of the 11th July train blasts in Mumbai.
Some people are just too nice, they have perfected the art of enjoying the small things in life. These are the kinds that follow their heart and do that what they desire. There is an aura about them that you just cannot miss. And tragedy has its way of finding them.

I love you Moonkin.
May your smile, shine on.

Characters

An update long overdue ehh? Well G's been terribly busy lately. That goddamn time of the year. G was doing his taxes and stuff. "So G has not been writing?" you ask. Well G is. As much as life snickers at him the love affair between him and the tapping sound of the keys is so not gonna end. And G has been writing, editing, rewriting, re-editing and giving away that arrogant smile of triumph when the painting looks complete.

"But what have you been writing?" some people close to G ask.

Well... G has been creating some character sketches. Fictional characters. G is gonna try his hand at creative writing. G has three characters ready. None of em very impressive, but then satire would not require heavy characterization. Now that G is talking about heavy characterization, he would talk about what he thinks are very impressive figures characterized in ink (or fonts).

Tracy Whitney: The central character from Sidney Sheldon's 'If tomorrow comes'. A wronged woman who swears revenge upon people who framed her and made her mother kill herself. Tracy's misadventures start in the prison where the fellow-convicts rape her. She then plans to escape from the joint and exact her revenge upon her tormentors. Once appeased, she tries to live a respectable life, but her 'record' leads her to embarrassing situations. That's when a new Tracy is born. Tracy the Constar. Constar damn it not porn star. And this is where the fun begins. The heists have been brilliantly plotted and Tracy keeps getting more impressive with every turn of the page. Good presentation. This is the only Sidney Sheldon book that G ever liked.

Brutus: The man who betrayed Caesar. The character is too damn strong and overshadows anybody else. G doesn’t have any words to describe Brutus, because whatever he says about Brutus would be an understatement. Remember, it's not that he loved Caesar less; but he loved Rome more.

Sauron, the dark lord: Do not ask 'Who?'! Sauron is the villain from The Lord of the Rings. Although no physical form of Sauron has been sketched in the book but you always feel his presence. More so whenever Frodo and Samwise goof up or land in trouble. He exists in the Orcish hordes, in Shelob's lair. He is present in Saruman's eyes and Wormtongue's evil thoughts. He hangs onto the ring as Frodo gets closer to the fires of Mount Doom, making it heavier and making Frodo's progress difficult. Very brilliantly presented.
Tolkien, G bows before thee.

Atticus Finch: The protagonist from the classic, 'To Kill a Mocking Bird'. A righteous man driven by his convictions. He takes and maintains his stand no matter what situation he is in. In the book, Atticus stands up for righteousness and justice rather than giving in to the unjustified convictions of the majority. The impact that he makes on the community is reflected when even though he loses the case, the defendant's sympathizers stand up in respect for him. A character so great that it gives G gooseflesh every time he thinks of it.

Gail Wynand: The tyrant from 'The Fountainhead' who endorses the Wynand papers. The ruthless business tycoon behind 'The Banner' a hard hitting tabloid. Arrogant and observant, he raised from the madness called Hell's Kitchen and made his way to the top. On his way up he used to do menial jobs and when he did me his way, he'd get hell from his employers. "You don't run the things around here", all his life he heard this one sentence a million times. And then when he got to the top, he decided that it is payback time and named his yacht 'I do'. Gail had an idea; he always visualized a man, a living being who would be incorruptible. All his life he destroyed many strong men trying to find that one incorruptible spirit. And then when he found him, in the form of Roark, he devotes his life to his friendship with him. Most of his life, Gail had sacrificed his integrity for power. Thus, when gratified by his position, he began his hunt for a man stronger, more powerful than him. A man who would not give up his ideals for anything. The characters of Ellsworth Toohey and Howard Roark from the same book are equally impressive. But there is something about Gail Wynand that makes him tick Gail Wynand is G's most favorite character ever. He inspires a quality in G, arrogance.

G: The man behind a certain web log who refuses to take any shit from anybody. Very aggressive yet calm and composed. As proud as a fuckin peacock and as rude as one can get. You don't like him?? Well then kindly fuck off!



March 09 Shaken, not stirred.

And G would not write.

He would hold the windows key on the keyboard down and hit the letter R. In less than 2 seconds he would type notepad before he hits enter. And then that huge white screen would come up. And then G would think. He would think of one amazing story after another. And then he would type a few words before he deletes the entire thing.

"Ain't good enough." he would tell himself and then think some more.

A few more thoughts, another story, some more typing, and then the same old ctrl+a and delete.

"I cannot be bothered." he tells himself. And he exits out of the notepad and goes back to playing GTA: San Andreas.

"You are lonely G," he can hear a familiar voice say; "your blogging helps you communicate with the world. It's your release. You do not write because you want to write, you write because you have to write."

G writes not because he wants to write but because he has to write?? G does not do anything because he has to do it. He does whatever he does because he wants to. So keep your psycho-analysis to yourself.

UGH! Fuck you bitch, see what you've done to G. He would not write anymore. It's unbelievable how G has stopped doing something that he enjoys doing just because of something that somebody said.

Reverse-psychology is a mean weapon.So G is gonna rest, sharpen his daggers in the meanwhile.There is this one thing that G does that nobody can stop him from doing. Fight back.

"Strike one G. You ain’t invincible after all", the bitch called life snickers "I am waiting."

And G lets out an inaudible grunt.