higher and higher in the widening gyre

Inches of rain in New Orleans due to Hurricane Katrina - 18>>
Inches of rain in Mumbai - 37.1>>>>
Population of New Orleans - 484,674>>
Population of Mumbai - 12,622,500>>>>
Deaths in New Orleans within 48 hours of Katrina - 100>>
Deaths in Mumbai within 48 hours of rain - 37>>>>
Number of people to be evacuated in New Orleans - ENTIRE CITY>>
Number of people evacuated in Mumbai - 10,000>>>>
Cases of shooting and violence in New Orleans - Countless>>
Cases of shooting and violence in Mumbai - NONE>>>>
Time taken for US army to reach New Orleans - 48 hours>>
Time taken for Indian army and navy to reach Mumbai - 12 hours>>>>
Status 48 hours later - New Orleans is still waiting for relief,army and electricity>>
Status 48 hours later - Mumbai is back on its feet and business is as usual>>>>
USA - World's most developed nation?>>
India - Third World Country? >>>
> India is making a $5 million donation to the American Red>
Cross. America's donation to India - NIL>>
In addition, India is still willing to donate essential medicines to the relief effort.

getting my breath back again, can promise a real post real soon.

Inaction, no falsifying dream

off for a week, or maybe more. keep your eyes peeled for bomb blasts in sri nagar... it might be the last time you hear of me..
au revoir and au reverie

... or something equally inoffensive to a suffering eye

Oh those awfull foggy monday mornings. Oh those relentless, pervasive monday morning blues. Where the mellow warmth of saturday night whiskey still hugs your head like a petrified monkey sitting on your shoulder, blurring your vision with warm, tense palms-softly lined and semi familiar from a long forgotten past that, looked at from the disdainful, sober distance of now, couldn't possibly be yours anyway. Walking through main corr and masticating memories, one fumbles/stumbles with concrete locators like a jam packed TEB and the grinning faces of manic monday morning Dayscis who JUST WON'T ROLL OVER and ... well.
Thats my aggression Quota for a day that started off too late anyways, what with lazy professors who cancel on you before you can decide to bunk on them, and other such apocalyptic symptoms of total and utter chaos.
P.S. radio jockeys now top my list of absolute and utter vermin that it is my responsibility as super hero to exterminate for the greater good of cows. This morning's gem - Smoking causes blindness, so all you smokers had better stop smoking because a recent study has shown that smoking causes blindness. I have it on the highest authority that it has now been proved that smoking causes blindness - so if lung cancer didn't get you to give up, this oughta because smoking causes blindness. and unlike her, i'm going to stop right about now, and trust in your ability to impute from this that smoking causes blindness. !!!
...

On a brighter note, its now four days and counting to Man in the Moon, a.k.a Watchout Sri Nagar - whoopeee!

or not

so much for optimism and snap solutions. damn and double damn. i have realized it's not just a post problem, even the sidebar on my blog is center aligned. The creation has run away from the creator, or in the words of a certain famous Dr. Frankenstein: "oops!".
oh well,
The best laid plans
Of Mice and men
Gang aft agley.
- Robert Burns.

signing off,
more a mouse than a man.

hallel-u-rekaa!!!

ok, somewhat shamefacedly, that was rather dumb. but moving on and not pressing the point, the axis of my world has tilted to a rather more comfortable allignment. So yay!

huh!

ok, much against my will and the inclinations of my gigantic and somewhat intrusive ego i must now admit to certain well concealed weaknesses and failings. or not entirely. however, exposure to a certain extent becomes unavoidable when one calls for help, so here goes. my blog, for some strange inexplicable reason has decided to become centre aligned and this particular aesthetic choice does not quite appeal to me. though i am the most relaxed and understanding of parents, especially now that its going through the particularly sensitive juvenile age, and though i do somewhat recall the confused jabs at an identity and the existential angst of those pimply, pubertian days of yore, and can take incipiently rebellious stances lying down, this is like the body piercing where i absolutely must draw the line. help is solicited from all concerned fellow parents and guardians, we must stand together in our days of need: the only thing we can afford to lose at this stage is our hair. Outside, the battle waged on regardless.

really, doesn't
this
look strange, disembodied eery and unappealing
also threatening, but maybe thats just me.

for lack of something gimicky

i could of course quote neruda at you endlessly, he is just about the most divine thing i have ever encountered... and where are the poets anymore... i think he took up all the poetic quota for an entire century or more.

POETRY
- Pablo Neruda

And it was at that age...Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating planations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesmal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke free on the open sky.
-----

part of one of his last volumes, published a few years before his death