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Monday, May 31, 2010

3 Indians, a Frenchman, an Eastern European and a Crazy Japanese guy


Walking into their first squat after somehow working through a bad
british accent giving directions,they find the place.
It just fills they're mind with what people can do with an abandoned
space and that too put all this up in less than 5hrs.

Blows their mind

Now its like the laws don't exist under this roof. A peddler every 3
steps to sell you everything under ths sun.

The air thick with smoke....ganja,charas,skunk, fucking marlboros...they
don't know.they just take it all in...slowly losing themselves with
every step to this monster in front of us sitting and smiling with
open arms.

Everybody smiling,everybody polite,everybody just happy and it
resonates across the room. They pause and take this all in..someones
already rolling the first joint..

Puff puff and pass...suddenly the room seems smaller and this guy sees
a peddler friend..1 visual,1 power visual and a gram of mdma he tells
him.monies exchanged and the start of a long night filled with
drugs,alcohol and some heavy music.

He's never done chemicals he tells him. So he's not sure weather this
is the right time or place to do it. Thoughts of home,work and
beautfiul zee flood his mind. Do it now,he tells himself, there's not
going to be another time and you've got people to take care of you so
don't worry.

They move to the corner and open the pouch with mdma in it. Lick
finger,stick it in and gently place it on your tounge. The bitter
taste floods his mouth.tastes vaguely familiar to karelas he
thinks..hmm. He goes back to ask him how much time it would take for
it to kick in. Half an hour at most. The greedy eastern european
finishes the rest befor his friend who payed for part of it could have
seconds.

The music slowly floods the room and its like two big arms pulling you
closer. An hour passes,his left leg starts feeling warmer and thoughts
of the night and the woman he's so in love with flood his mind.

Get out of this, he tells himself. Enjoy the night but get out of this.

An hour and a half and he's still waiting for it to kick in.he walks
around to the other rooms to see what's happening.

A small smile on his face as he walks in..am I high, he asks himself.
Hmmmmm no..back he goes upstairs to the main room.

They're all rolling the third joint of the night and its another puff
puff pass and he turns to me and says..you want half a visual? Do half
if its you're first time..he shrugs his shoulders and says why not
man.offers it to his friend who's sitting next to him who passes and
so places it gently on his tounge.

Stare at the image in front of you he tells him but he just wants to
document this night tell he is physically capable of doing so.

Story so far - 5 pints of carlsbergs(500ml)+ 6 joints+ a lick of mdma+ half a
visual acid + a can of cider.

Will he get through the night? Well if the story gets out then he
probably has else the person who stole his phone has the sense to get
this up online somewhere...

Part 2 next...

Friday, April 30, 2010

Conversations with the mysterious superhero "Boxwoman"


Secret conversations with a closet superhero.


B.W - Is that what u thot of me as well.

B.B - When?

B.W - We first interacted.

B.B - No,first was arrey who's this college kid frying my head bout a laptop the time

B.W - When later we started chatting about 'work' and stuff.

B.B - Never weird,always wired and super enthu loud...why 20 questions?

B.W - Cause I'm a lot like her.

B.B - Not at all..please!!!!!! Ur anything but her..she talks more than required.

B.W - Ok so I'm gonna scoot.

B.B - Because my answers weren't satisfactory???? Wtf.

B.W - Yup and hence I steal ure boxes and run away.

B.B - That's actually a funny picture,you with 3 big cartons on your head!!!

C.S - Yeah? Well guess what ure carrying 2.

B.B - Aaahhhhhhh ok!

B.W - Up up up.

B.B - Now you're superman.

B.W - I'm not a man in a silly red sheet.

B.B - So what superhero are you?

B.W - Boxwoman u wanna be my sidekick..:)

B.B - I was wondering when you'd ask..I was like,shit shit..can I be her sidekick,can I be her sidekick. And now in this excitement,I've forgotten my name and superpower.

B.W - U are mallu friday. Come let's fly mf.

My next conversation with this superhero will see me re-christened as M.F (mallu friday or MoFo?)

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

You

You...

It was a little difficult to understand this comfort..this space..this us.I was fighting it a bit to be honest but gave in happily. To understand that although early,its been something that I've yearned for through all my trials and errors. Comfort. Probably the most difficult state or place to be in. But I find that zen like state in your arms, with you, within you.

I can be..and I haven't ever just been.

I can go blank and I've always been preoccupied.

I can sleep and I've always been deprived of it.

I can start walking on that road to love where I've always been running,panting and gasping for air with that emotion forced down my throat.

I can focus on the now and I can focus on we and I focus on me.

I can bare my soul and not for the least bit worry about hammer that's smashed against the table so hard always passing judgement and convicting me of a crime Id never commit

I've shared the worst of me,the lowest I've been and the madness in my head and to see you smile,pinch,tickle and laugh has taken me underwater..calm,quiet,peaceful..with you and the sound of my heart beating faster steadily everyday.

As I tell myself everynight..tommorrow is another beautiful day with you.

Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what's going on

Was going through a list of his songs and I had an "oh cannonball" moment and reading it takes me to you singing it....:)

zuzu

Friday, April 2, 2010

Sorrow





How do i come to terms with the loss of a loved one.

Do i feel any less pain because of my lack of a sad expression or inability to shed a tear.

My cousin died yesterday.

His sister gave birth to a beautiful girl the day before.

Appu, Ive loved ever sunday when we'd come to get the better of you and thommen, with tara always there to break up a fight or make sure the toys were equally distributed.

You lived free and with no fear.

Laila and Tommy Uncle..you raised a wonderful son who grew up to be a wonderful and brilliant man.

Thommen and Tara, your brother will always be remembered and all the memories we've shared are permenantly etched into my heart.

I was looking for something that i could use to explain and i came across this

“You can shed tears that he is gone,
or you can smile because he has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that he'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all he's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see him,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember only that he is gone,
or you can cherish his memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what he'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.”

Love you.miss you.will never forget you.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Play

Our hands play.

Its almost like they're both talking to each other.

Its like they both know fully well what the other one wants, tracing their steps backwards, forwards, left and right.Circling around in geometric patters that our minds unconsciously know and follow.

Strange comfort in that moment, so much exchanged in that moment, so much longing in that moment

We stop

We part

We move away.

Peel this


To sit talk and explain what my last 7 months were is for some reason difficult to do. I find myself at most times confused about the range of emotions i felt in such a short time. What started as fondness then moved at a pace that i find difficult explaining to love and then to my mind being pulled by angst, sorry and lowered self esteem to even faster..absolut hate and ultimatley forgivness. What used to burn post this experience and my ressurection after the dust settled is my process. I slowly peel away one layer at a time yet im happy that ive never fully peeled myself to the bones.Im happy that this saucer full of secrets is yet to see its true keeper.

This process is how I choose to let people in...absolut trust, never waivering, rocksteady.

Ive been told that im guarded, but thats untrue. I wear my heart on my sleeve, proud, for all to see. I feel thats its actually very easy to see emotion on this expressionless face if you look close enough. My lack of expression hides so much expression if you only but choose to see.

I choose to trust blindly and unconditionally because i beleive that is the only way you filter in the ones that truly matter and i do that with everyone around me.

I have been burnt, toasted, fired but always gotten up to a new set of experiences and always a welcome addition into my mind. Like someone wise said, you are always surrounded by people that feel they are all close to you, but you cherish the fact that you are close to only a few.

Why give anybody and everybody that pleasure.