You should refrain from pumping iron, sketching for long hours, and using the comp for more than 2 hours at a stretch, the doc says!!..that about covers everything that i am!!... RSI, he says... Repetitive Strain Injury... Seems iv been straining myself too much and not sleeping enough lately.. Its like some sick bondage-play gone wrong!!.. She(RSI, ofcrs)has screwed up my right wrist, elbow, and shoulder..Think the bitch has gotten the better of me???...NO WAY!!.. I refuse to succumb!!.. bring it on babe!!..is that the best shot u got?
Okay..gotta fight this one the smart way...stay with me, i'l keep ya posted!
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Batman forever...
It has been a while since i started feeling like a superhero living a double life. Out there, is my alter ego, - the regular guy doing a regular, boring, secure job. But once i don my creative gear, i get transformed into this superhero who saves the day by sketching, visualizing, creating dreamworlds.. The amount of physical n emotional strength that the two parallel lives keep demanding of me has started exceeding what i can handle. My body and mind gives me warning signals.. The time has come and i'm gonna have to choose between the two.. With her ('Robin') by his side adding to his strength and courage, this batman has decided to be batman forever.. Adieu to the trodden path and Bruce Wayne again! The real battle begins
Friday, March 21, 2008
Random rambling
....its a fact that most ppl dont realize...one can get to know only a very small number of people in a life time. All these social circles and parties give us the illusion that our worlds are crowded...but how many ppl do we really really know?...frankly, i do blieve that one lifespan is too short a time-period to even get to know oneself fully. It's quite natural - even i am pretty apprehensive about letting people share close emotional proximities with me. Happens when you have been bitten a couple of times. Many of us end up living in dream worlds as it seems to be a safer option..and it goes on till perhaps when you come across someone you feel is worth taking the risk for.Look around, and we find that there really isnt much of reality left..people wanna spend their time lost in movies, music, books, ...each of which is infact a temporary suspension of reality - a kind of self hypnosis that we keep doing on a regular basis...the more creative amongst us go for stuff which demands even more involvement..like writing our own stories and creating our own worlds and characters...One has to be either suicidal, or completely boring to want to be realistic
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
These are the times when one gapes at the heights of ignorance. One wonders how a person can possibly be so not aware of the causes of the simplest of things happening around her. The ‘her’ in question being the ignoramus in the sketch above. Or could it be that she is just playing clueless? .. or is it plain modesty? .. I know not
The dodo keeps asking me “You are ‘beautiful’…how can anyone stay so ‘beautiful’?” … and me being not so modest a bloke, keeps accepting every compliment thatz coming my way. Though it was with a pinch o salt at first, eventually I took the above compliment too, to my credit, not taking into account the ‘sissy-ness’ of the word. Then it came as a sudden realization-like that 1000 watt bulb that just pops up inside the dark alleys of your mind throwing light at all those minor details you have been missing out on.
I decided to pack my backpack with all the supplies I would need for ma lil expedition, travel through one and all of those neglected alleys, and get to the bottom of the mystery – The root cause of my..ahem!..’beauty’. Every road I explored took me to the same thing. I realized all of a sudden that despite all the thousands of hours of my life that the mean clock has ruthlessly ticked away there were actually 17,520 hours which the meanie could do nothing about… I haven’t missed out on even a single second that passed during the last two years of my life. Topped with a 20 tonne inborn reluctance, I admit that the credit for this does not go to me.
When you keep something that is beautiful beyond description so close to your heart, atleast some of the beauty is bound to rub off on you. Sometimes the ‘beautiful being’ can be dumb enough not to realize that the beauty reflecting off the one so close to her is her own. ..Or, as I said earlier, she could be being blatantly modest. Either way, I gotta tell you guys that ever since she contaminated my life with her presence, every moment ……….has been worth living…every moment seemed to make me grow younger. My dreams seem to be growing every day… and I believe life is all about dreaming… and since my dreams are never gonna cease to exist, they make me immortal. Looks like I’ve found ma fountain of youth, and I got no intention of letting anyone else drink from it. But however, u can always get one of your own… Good luck ;) ..and happy second anniversary to us !!
Friday, January 25, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
One more 'today'
One more 'today'
The first ray of morning light touches his forehead through the curtain drapes. He still hasnt slept. He has been lying awake all night watching her sleep in his arms, her bare-skin touching his, underneath the blankets, and her delicate scent filling up the room. She is still fast asleep. Oh!..she looks so sweet and innocent when she sleeps. He buries his nose deep in her curls and inhales, filling his lungs with the smell thats the sweetest to him. every breath she takes is soft music to his ears. He then plants a peck on her forehead and the trace of that familiar lovely smile spreads across her soft lips. He wonders whats going on in her sub-conscious mind. She flings an arm around him, hugging him tight in deep sleep, pressing her bosom on to his chest. He feels their hearts beating ......next to each other.......for each other.
This feeling he gets everytime she is around is quite indescribable. The wholeness he feels when this feeling fills his soul is unparallelled. Its a feeling so immense, so sincere....and he feels it flowing through both of them. He knows that she too feels the same way about him. If he were to write a book, It would be about her...If he were to sing a song, it would describe her... if he were to make a portrait, it would surely be hers.....If God has sent him only one guardian angel in his life, 'she' most definitely is her. Although he is not perfect, he is the happiest because he has her. It is wonderful to have a heart beating for you. That is the kind of love that makes a man feel complete.
Something glistens on her finger casting an eerie glow on her face. She looks prettier than ever in the faint yellow light that reflects from the little golden ring that he gave her the previous night – the first official symbol of his love for her. And he whispers into her ears, partly to himself "My Aphrodite...you really are my goddess of love".....to which she responds with a semi-conscious "mmmhh...", her half open sleepy eyes fixed onto his....and she gives him a content smile. But before he is done savouring it, she is asleep again.He whispers into her ears again
"To my dear, sweet ' wife', this i must say....I'm falling in love with you more each day"
Everything seems so perfect...so flawless. And then reality strikes its death-blow. He realizes that very soon he wont be waking up next to her, feeling her skin on his, her warm breath on his neck. It took them six long months to be able to spend time together. But they did, against all odds. Those four days were the best he remembers. But very soon he wont be able to plant wake-up kisses on those lips. Very soon she is going to be just a phone number, a voice on the other end of the line, and a name on the chat-window on the computer screen .....and she is gonna stay that way for quite a long time. He knows not how long. Love drifts so swiftly by, without giving a chance to grasp its tranquility. He glooms among all of its torturous sadness, trying to cope with all the lonely days forthcoming...trying not to think of how alone he would feel. He realizes that there are many wars to be waged before they can be together again. He fears they might rip his heart apart and replace it with stone. He hopes that he survives. He fears time and distance might change the person she is and the way she feels about him. He winces in pain as his mind keeps on torturing him. He tries to shake the thoughts off his head.
He looks down at her face again. She is awake now, regarding him with love-filled eyes. Their lips lock in a deep, passionate morning kiss. She looks deep into his eyes and tells him
"When I'm with you, I feel so beautiful, so simple...so uncomplicated...so loved..so........"
".............complete?"
"yeah..complete"
Suddenly he feels strong...stronger than ever. He realizes how stupid it was of him to feel insecure. He realizes he is gonna survive...no matter how long it takes..no matter what hardships he has to face...love is gonna keep him alive for her. he realizes that this bond between them is way too strong to be broken by space and time. He can see all the beautiful days waiting for them once they are back together again. He can see his unborn children – his extensions to her, as he always puts it, giving him more of her to love – playing around....right there in her eyes. Everything seems so clear..including the only prayer he is gonna say every night with her in his arms, just the way he has her now
" O merciful Lord,... Give us one more day..one more 'today' "
(22nd Aug 2006)
The first ray of morning light touches his forehead through the curtain drapes. He still hasnt slept. He has been lying awake all night watching her sleep in his arms, her bare-skin touching his, underneath the blankets, and her delicate scent filling up the room. She is still fast asleep. Oh!..she looks so sweet and innocent when she sleeps. He buries his nose deep in her curls and inhales, filling his lungs with the smell thats the sweetest to him. every breath she takes is soft music to his ears. He then plants a peck on her forehead and the trace of that familiar lovely smile spreads across her soft lips. He wonders whats going on in her sub-conscious mind. She flings an arm around him, hugging him tight in deep sleep, pressing her bosom on to his chest. He feels their hearts beating ......next to each other.......for each other.
This feeling he gets everytime she is around is quite indescribable. The wholeness he feels when this feeling fills his soul is unparallelled. Its a feeling so immense, so sincere....and he feels it flowing through both of them. He knows that she too feels the same way about him. If he were to write a book, It would be about her...If he were to sing a song, it would describe her... if he were to make a portrait, it would surely be hers.....If God has sent him only one guardian angel in his life, 'she' most definitely is her. Although he is not perfect, he is the happiest because he has her. It is wonderful to have a heart beating for you. That is the kind of love that makes a man feel complete.
Something glistens on her finger casting an eerie glow on her face. She looks prettier than ever in the faint yellow light that reflects from the little golden ring that he gave her the previous night – the first official symbol of his love for her. And he whispers into her ears, partly to himself "My Aphrodite...you really are my goddess of love".....to which she responds with a semi-conscious "mmmhh...", her half open sleepy eyes fixed onto his....and she gives him a content smile. But before he is done savouring it, she is asleep again.He whispers into her ears again
"To my dear, sweet ' wife', this i must say....I'm falling in love with you more each day"
Everything seems so perfect...so flawless. And then reality strikes its death-blow. He realizes that very soon he wont be waking up next to her, feeling her skin on his, her warm breath on his neck. It took them six long months to be able to spend time together. But they did, against all odds. Those four days were the best he remembers. But very soon he wont be able to plant wake-up kisses on those lips. Very soon she is going to be just a phone number, a voice on the other end of the line, and a name on the chat-window on the computer screen .....and she is gonna stay that way for quite a long time. He knows not how long. Love drifts so swiftly by, without giving a chance to grasp its tranquility. He glooms among all of its torturous sadness, trying to cope with all the lonely days forthcoming...trying not to think of how alone he would feel. He realizes that there are many wars to be waged before they can be together again. He fears they might rip his heart apart and replace it with stone. He hopes that he survives. He fears time and distance might change the person she is and the way she feels about him. He winces in pain as his mind keeps on torturing him. He tries to shake the thoughts off his head.
He looks down at her face again. She is awake now, regarding him with love-filled eyes. Their lips lock in a deep, passionate morning kiss. She looks deep into his eyes and tells him
"When I'm with you, I feel so beautiful, so simple...so uncomplicated...so loved..so........"
".............complete?"
"yeah..complete"
Suddenly he feels strong...stronger than ever. He realizes how stupid it was of him to feel insecure. He realizes he is gonna survive...no matter how long it takes..no matter what hardships he has to face...love is gonna keep him alive for her. he realizes that this bond between them is way too strong to be broken by space and time. He can see all the beautiful days waiting for them once they are back together again. He can see his unborn children – his extensions to her, as he always puts it, giving him more of her to love – playing around....right there in her eyes. Everything seems so clear..including the only prayer he is gonna say every night with her in his arms, just the way he has her now
" O merciful Lord,... Give us one more day..one more 'today' "
(22nd Aug 2006)
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