Armistice Journal - II

This was written in a calculus class and I was distracted by this girl with a clanging chain on her hand. Yes she was quite pretty too..

Morose encantations from another relm

Leaves the mind in a cloudy swirl.

Hypnotic, surreal, misty haze,

droning mumble from a distant stage.

Amongst the lot, around? yonder?.. behind?

muted tinkles arouse the mind,

Real amongst the myrad of symbols,

wake from comatic slumber

cutting like a beacon horn,

Benevolent lass sitting beyond.

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RETRIBUTION

One great slip in love's delight

darkened her world, once so bright.

She sighs and picks the pieces,

Of shattered life and darkened faces.

gone further by the day

Burned the bridges along the way.

Her precious bundle to her breast she clutches

Miserable though, proudly she trudges.

Her eyes, they, don't betray a thing

Of things she feels deep within.

People, they stare at this ragged child

Woman by age, a child inside.

Once, once is all she strayed

Broke the rule, Oh! how she paid.

Of the past she needs no more a thought

But for shelter for morrow she sought.

Her life she knew she couldn't end it yet

But fight the challenges that fate now set.

A tiny room in a big city

Not wanting anyone's pity

Looking outside the window she spies

the dark city under the gray black skies.

Now the east turns orange & pink

A motion on the bed brings her back in.

Her baby son, on the covers he lay

Sucking his toe busy at play.

He looked at her with his eyes so blue

infant blue, as the very heaven's hue.

Beside him on the bed she lay

As the city began a brand new day.

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This one is one my personal favs. written in under 2 hours before a mid-term or final exam.

GREENSPRUN

I know of this place called Greensprun

The people there, they, eat their young!

I've seen this with my very own eyes,

I swear to you these aren't tall tales or lies.

The Coopers first time had twins,

One a son, the other a daughter.

The son they turned him to mince,

While the daughter, they took to the slaughter.

Got it cleaned all skin and bone,

While the eyes and tongue to the butcher they loaned!

Tommy Bower loved his brother,

That's why he didn't share him with others.

He kept the fingers, pickled them in oil,

For by now, they were getting the spoil.

Ol' man Turner boiled his grandson

The night when the Lakers had won.

He boiled him long, he boiled him good,

For, once where his teeth were,

Only gums, now stood!

The Hurbeths ran a store,

What sold best there, were his cans of gore!

He got his supply from the local clinic,

Cans of puree, they seem to mimic!

All this meat had begun to rot their brain,

And from it, they just couldn't refrain!

Their young now dwindled in number,

For the meat greater grew their hunger!

Alan Stalked his pregnant neighbor,

Cut her up, when she was in labor!

Drenched in blood, they saw him eat,

Holding the babe by the feet!

Soon after, a panic ran out,

The strong remained the weak died out!

No bird in that town would sing,

Nor would the sweet smell that flowers usually bring.

Man-eating men, men no longer,

Worse than animals nothing to name them after.

People say they see them still,

On that town, beyond that hill.

I know better, I was there after,

Five were left Doyce,Green,Solly and Dhamer.

The first two ate the third,

Atleast that was the word.

Doyce moved to Alabama and Green to Kentucky,

about Dhamer, I heard that he was caught in Milwaukee.

Armistice Journals - I

While my wife and I are slowly getting into the rhythms of living together and most of the bigger decision wars have slowly come to shaky armistice I've begun to purge a lot of older 'stuff'. Sometime last week, I came across a notebook of mine from college days. The first few pages looked like lecture notes, the rest were stupid silly poems I had written up on people and random things.

While reading through some of them, I realized that I was one mean SOB! I've said some really mean things about people. But you can't let all this go waste now can you ? There was a series I began in college called... 'Pretty Maids All in a Row...' and once published it'll reside for a very long time on the web..and google cache ;-).

Alright folks, this was a long time ago, we were very young and I seemed to have a lot of spare time on my mind. Laugh at it, still mad ? Give me a shout, I promise to show up and you have one free shot (just dont hit the left side of my face!)

PRETTY MAIDS ALL IN A ROW:

(i)

shes got a Special-spot that i'll tell u about

touch her there and she'll scream and shout!

this is where it came about

that time when she fell off the pot!

this is the were and how of it...

it happened when she went for a shit,

she finished the job that much i know

now all that wuz left was to clean up the show.

she reached for the soap way up high

she might as well have reached for the sky.

then her stubby legs did give way

all because of an untimely sway..

Into the pot one of them stuck tight

and wouldnt come free without a fight.

out went the call for a trusted aide

in rushed 'Aunty' with a spade

i want u to get my leg out dont u see

pull out my leg..set me free

i have exam that i must take

how can i now my leg break?

'Aunty' now rushed back, now with an axe

but the toilet still would not call a ROMANA PAX.

push and pull came to shove

carrying the olive branch out came the dove

the end of the conflict was plain to see

a white plaster cast had she below her knee.

Oh! My! Oh! Me!...look all yee

tween the pot and the ground many a Slip there can be!!!

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(ii)

Have u ever seen the likes of Bhoon

Who talks funny and walks like a toon!

Her hair tied to a pony tail small

With her six inch heels she stands so tall!

Look at her ambling to class

Walk of a penguin going for mass.

She walks past us and gives the look

For in her books, we are but crooks!

Though she is a sweet girl as such

To us she doesnt talk that much

Maybe the fault is all but ours

By pulling her leg at every hour.

You may think we are but mean

Dont take to heart

For we are all noise and not what we seem!

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(iii)

They say a pictures worth a thousand words,

And about you I'd say, could turn fresh milk to curds!

Drunk are you in that empty vanity,

You think you can drive men out of their sanity!

Oh! how dissolutioned are you my poor girl,

better get out of the dream in which you twirl!

On your face pimples roam free,

Count them One,Two,three!

There was this tale about some frog

who when kissed turned a prince,

I bet you are waiting your turn still!!

Though you think yourself a bomb,

you look old enough to be my MOM!

The intension was not to hurt ma mere,

the object was to compare!

Now I know when they say 'Loves Blind',

When the age diffrence between you two your boyfriend don't seem to mind

Sad am I to break this party,

For your bofriend behind you too calls you 'Aunty'!

I wonder if you can understand all this,

For I know how limited your vocabulary is.

But don't worry and dont despair.

For I have a dictionary for you to spare.

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(iv)

Shes one weird chick

The thought of her just makes me sick.

Her face in the morning riuns the day,

And you can be sure ill luck will come your way.

I fail to see what some see in her

Or maybe they just fancy her rear!

She thinks she's of a higher institution

To us she seems like a step back in evolution!

Can't write more,lost my appitite,

Till tonight I won't be able to take another bite.

For food she can destroy all cravings,

Just think about the money you'd be saving!

As I think of the extra cash in awe

She struts by, dear 'Parimal-'awww''!!!

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(v)

Theres this female whos way over her head,

Who basked in glory of what people about her said.

You can see her prancing about,

Trying to rope any guy no matter thin or stout.

She thinks the guys fall under her spell,

While in mosts mind,she's nothing but a bitch from hell!

No matter what i say or write

For her its a compliment all right.

The fault is of some guys,

Who lift her ego up to the skys.

On them,she can put blinkers,

While on some,nothing happens

How much ever she tinkers.

One thing is clear and thats her stamp

To us she ain't nothing but a slutty ol' vamp!

On this slander,we shant take more time,

Oh! what a waste of so much a rhyme!

For those of you who came in late,

And still a face to this dame they can't relate,

Too bad!!...tough luck mate!

This is my post in a very long time

Just showing Jonathan how a blog works. I will probably use this as a catalyst to jump-start my postings.

Where's G ?

That would be the question of the year if you ask most of my colleagues, friends and family. Well folks, I finally tied the knot!

After months and weeks of planning, screaming and yelling, my lovely bride and I got married July 9th, 2010. i don't expect the posts to be similar to Mil's postings (a tleast not any time soon!!) but will try to still keep it independent with a smattering of what the Mrs. thinks or said. I suppose its time to tie both blogs together now...

http://chandnigautam.blogspot.com -> the missing months can be found here :-). The pictures should be posted in the coming days. I'm currently without a pc (yes it is true) and all post-photo editing is currently stalled. Hope to buy a new rig asap and start cranking out some of the long overdue videos and pictures.

Btw. my other best friend got married in May and I had the opportunity to attend the wedding and reception in india. Oh there is a story behind this as well, must write that up in the next posting. I'm going to call it the Journey to gallows. The last man standing goes to the galley in the next few weeks. Times a tickin' and boy have we all grown old fast

wistfully humming... 'im outta time - Oasis'....

California Dreamin'

Highlight of the month.. California! Finally I made it to the West Coast. As my fortune be, it was one of those family trips where you end up meeting scores of old family friends and family. The ones you like and others you'd try to avoid. All in all it was a good trip. I managed to persuade the folks to take a trip to Alcatraz and San Francisco. Surprise isn't the word I'd use to describe when it took over 8 hours to drive from LA to SF.
San Francisco is a dream. I'd go there in a heartbeat. Probably one of the prettiest cities I've seen so far. Then again, I saw very little of it. Was able to squeeze a few pictures off while on this trip. Here is a link to my picasaweb album http://picasaweb.google.ca/gautam7/CaliforniaTrip#

Now, looking out of the window, seeing the snow bellowing from the cold North, I close my eyes, California Dreamin'...... on such a winters day...

Archives

It seems that I have quite a few posts over the last few years that
are still in drafts and in private view form. There might have been a
reason why I didn't publish them at the time, but whatever be the
reason, I can't seem to remember why. I've decided that I should
release one or two every week or so till there are none left.

In advance, if I do end up embarrassing some of my buddies, I do
apologize ahead of time.

till next time.

GJ

Letters

Letter writing is an art form. Many years ago back in middle school a teacher once introduced this art to his pupil. He began with the general structure and the usual salutations. The one thing he emphasized was on how you address the person the letter was intended to. He said the first and biggest mistake was using the phrase 'Dearest'. He said reserve that for just one person. Everone gets either 'Dear','Sir/Madam' etc. It is not to be used for parents and friends either. Another aspect he points out is the sign-off. Classic ones include Sincerly, Respectfully, 'I Remain'... reserve 'Much Love' for someone who you might be friends with but it is an indication of interest or affection and lastly 'Love' only to the one who was addressed 'Dearest'.

Over the years I remember that first class on classic letter writing. The ripples of giggles and winks through the crowd of tweeners. I remember making a mental note regarding the Reserved words.Over the course of the next decade or two, several sweethearts and several heartbreaks, the one thing I always held back were 2 songs and the reserved words. Finally at the turn of the century, I met someone who was to make a huge impact in my life. From the moment I first saw her, there was a sense of familiarity. I knew her from somewhere. It was something elemental. I just know that I knew her from somewhere. We drifted in and out of our respective lives for the next few years, being there when we need someone to listen or talk to. Circumstances and a series coincidences brought us back to a place where we had a choice to make. This time around, we saw each other. We found each other. I knew

Our journey has only just begun and the road ahead lies in shadows. But least we have each other to travel with and with every step we take together, the shadows seem to retreat.

'Love will find a way, Darling Pretty
Find a Heaven for you and I.'
-Darling Pretty - Mark Knophler (Golden Heart)

Centaurs

But fix thine eyes beneath: the river of blood
Approaches, in the which all those are steeped,
Who have by violence injured. ' O blind lust!
O foolish wrath! who so dost goad us on
In the brief life, and in the eternal then
Thus miserably o'erwhelm us. I beheld
An ample foss, that in a bow was bent,
As circling all the plain; for so my guide
Had told. Between it and the rampart's base,
On trail ran Centaurs, with keen arrows armed,
As to the chase they on the earth were wont.
- Inferno Canto 12, Dante


As Virgil and Dante descended into the 7th circle of hell, they see a circular river of blood Phlegethon. Murderers, tyrants and others who violently shed the blood of others in life are immersed in it.Centaurs, led by Chiron patrol the river's shores, armed with bows and arrows. they shoot any who attempt to raise his head out of the river.

Centaurs are creatures, half-man, half-horse. In traditional mythology they were skilled warriors,poets,astronomers and physicians. Centaurs nursed and taught heroes of old like Achilles and Hercules. Even though they are romantic symbols in modern storytelling and often portrayed in positive light by classic authors like Ovid and Statius,they are in fact symbols of insane wrath.

Amazing Grace

Something heard .. and noted down... Pardon my lack of posts, other priorities have since taken precedence.

She was Grace,
in name and in essence.
To those she loves,
she exudes strength, life, laughter and light.
To me, also sorrow.
for circumstance had bound her to my best friend,
through whom we met
in the warmth and serenity of her home.
Nothing from the first day I saw her
and no one who has happened to me since
has ever been as frightening
and as confusing.
For no person I have ever known
has ever done more to make me feel
more sure,
more insecure,
more important,
and less significant.

Wonderwall

Can a man ask anymore ? Random lyrics.. random thoughts.. will add more to this post later ..


...said maybe... you gonna be the one that savess me.... and afterall.. you're my wonderwallll..... ..I don't believe that anybody...Feels the way I do, About you now.... ..said maybe... said maybe... maybe. I said maybe....You're gonna be the one who saves me ?...And after all....You're my wonderwall


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till later

GJ

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"per astera ad astram"

Best Days, Summer Haze

I know I have been absent ever since the knopfler concert back in July and I am truly sorry. Let me fill in the details ( or at least try to ), but first a confession:

This summer has been one of the most amazing four months in my adult life, its possible I might have experienced this state of mind at some point in the past, but it seems so long ago and so far away, the resonants are very faint. It almost seemed as the darkness had finally passed and the demons finally laid to rest. After my trip to Singapore and meeting up with Mahesh, spending time seeing places and things ...art, photography.. I began to remember..
There was a me before all this, there was a time when things were different. There was a world outside Dark City. I remember again. I live once more.

Melodrama aside, Made some significant changes, the major one being moving to my condo permanently. The commute was getting to be a killer and the distance a buzz kill when it comes to party invitations and staying sober all night long so that you can drive back home.

Prominent lunar forces have brought about a sense of calm and purpose in my life. The question is, are these forces temporal or of a permanent nature ?
I suppose their purpose and reasons could be worked out in the following weeks or months. But they demand patience.. should ? could ? may ? shall ?


Summer is coming to an end, and i wasn't able to go rafting this summer, perhaps next year ? I will however do a roadtrip down to the US to Falling Waters. There is a house built by Frank Llyod Wright that I'd like to see. So September is here, the summer is almost over, fall creeps in... and I think of that Killers song 'Change your mind'........

Racey days
Help me through the hopeless haze
But my oh my
Tragic eyes
I can't even recognise myself behind
So if the answer is no
Can I change your mind

PS: Heading for the Oasis concert this weekend. It will be good.

Telegraph road, Telecaster, Knopfler Concert (July 17)

I was 8 and at a Christmas party when I first heard a Dire Straits song. Walk of Life, hit from their album Money of Nothing that was released earlier the same year. One of my dad's friends performed and from what I can recollect, he did a fantastic job at the guitar and the vocals.

20 years later, in another life, another city I finally saw Mark Knopfler live at a concert on Thursday. Can't believe I've waited 20 years to see the man play live. It was amazing. He still got the voice, and the signature guitar strokes. This concert was to promote his new album Kill to get Crimson. He started off with a few new ones, followed by the classic Dire Straits tracks like Romeo and Juliet, Sultans of Swing etc. I was really hoping he would play Tunnel of Love or something from his Shangri-La album.

As the notes played out, each song, an ode cried for a lost memory..Remember listening to that album in our empty apartment in Scarborough? Lady Writer, Romeo and Juliet, Tunnel of Love, Brothers in Arms... Darling Pretty (Golden Heart) .. a song for each... minus one. When he started playing Telegraph Road, something flashed through a series of fail-safes put in place carefully over the years.. and the floodgates burst open... the diffused swam into focus, everything was just obvious... nothings that complex. Nothing is ever completly futile. Nothing...


You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights
When life was just a bet on a race between the lights
You had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair
Now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care
But believe in me baby and Ill take you away
From out of this darkness and into the day
From these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain
From the anger that lives on the streets with these names
cos Ive run every red light on memory lane
Ive seen desperation explode into flames
And I dont want to see it again. . .
from all of these signs saying sorry but were closed
All the way down the telegraph road...........


EDIT: The pictures of Knopfler were originally taken by a gentleman who was at another one of his shows. These are some amazing pictures, and he has very generously allowed me to use one or two. For more
pictures here is a link to his site

YouTube video of the above song :

Quacks, Hacks and 60's Tracks

For the last couple of days, as a form of therapy I was compiling this document and was to be posted on the blog, however due to circumstances beyond my current realm of influence, it wont be available for a while.

In other news, the other buddy seems to have begun a blog as well. He is currently using a service, what seemed to be very similar to MySpace. Whats annoying about it is the fact that we can't post anonymous comments ( or comments by users without an accounts ), a typical rookie oversight. I also recently reactivated my deviantart account and posted a few pictures from my summer trip. One or two of them got about 54 hits in one single day. A definite improvement from the 32 hits ( in 3 years for previous submissions ) lol.

Health-wise, its on the severe patch right now. Before the nodding and tsk-tsking begins, I've been actually pretty good the last month or so, alcohol comsumption has droppped a whopping 75% and smoking by about 98%.. not too bad I'd say. But its been rather uncomfortable the last couple of days and I think I might have to finally bite the bullet and see the doc. I hate having going to doctors. Specially the ones i dont trust, and no I don't trust the ones out here, well anywhere for that matter. What really shattered my belief in them is when guys / girls I knew from school started getting into Med school after highschool. Now before most of you start to take offense to this, I must state that I am talking about the select few, yes yes you buddy. I know what sort of a hack job you did through school, and how you passed your science courses both in highschool and college, and i would trust your judgement because......... ?

While on the subject of hackjobs, Microsoft has given a release date on windows 7, vista's successor. This one will be a whole post by itself...Now I'm getting irritated ( but that could also be due to the lack of nicotine...). Time to get some green tea and step out to muse and smok... frak.. yeah step out and muse...

PS: As most of my friends know my Beatle-mania here are three quotes of Lennon that kickstarted my day. Each for particular individual I wish I could say upfront:


     -  Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.

     - You're just left with yourself all the time, whatever you do anyway. You've got to get down to your own God in your own   temple. It's all down to  you, mate.

     - You don't need anybody to tell you who you are or what you are. You are what you are!

John Winston Lennon (1940 - 1980)

Addendum : I was reading through this post later in the day and I really felt bad about the quacks some of my peers turned out to be. This edit is just to emphasize that even though a majority turned into quacks, there are the genuine cases, who I'm sure adhere to the sacred oath and are skilled at the job... I can rattle off a few names off the top of my head.
The Quacks are obvious.

Resonant Echos

I've always enjoyed Edward Norton movies over the years. He is one intense actor, extremely talented and picky on his roles. Right from Fight Club to the new Hulk, Norton always delivers.

One of my favourite movie of all time is one he did called 25th hour. He plays a small-time drug dealer who is busted eventually by the cops. He knows that he has been betrayed by someone and suspects his live-in girlfriend to be the one. He is then asked by the cops to testify against a russian mob he is working for, which he refuses. The result.. him being sent to the worst penetentiary in the state, where he knows he'll be lucky to get out alive.The movie shows how he goes about wrapping up his affairs before serving his seven year sentence and a brief glimse into his childhood and friends, their lives then and where things changed for him and events that led to the present day. Being a Spike Lee movie, it centred around post-911 New York city and the main elements thats unique of NYC.

There is one specific monologue in the movie that struck a cord somewhere when I first saw the movie. It came back to me last night, while driving back home on dark Highway 5 and here it is :

Reboot - back to reality

I finally got back home (how good that word feels) after my amazing two week journey to the Far East. For a person who never belonged anywhere, Toronto is the one place I can finally call home. There probably only one other city that accepted me and I embraced, Bangalore. But that was a long time ago and I doubt I can live there anymore.

The first day back, I decided to go through my notebook for comments or notes to self. Being OCD that I am, I did make extensive notes to follow up on projects and ideas I was trying out at the time. Turning the pages, I was faced with a myriad of symbols, numbers, diagrams and acronyms that was anything short of gibberish. By the time I reached to the end of the list I was completely puzzled and utterly lost. To my horror, I couldn't recall ANY of it !

In a different time it would have set me on a state of panic and would have huffed and puffed till the place blew over. But to my surprise, I found myself folding the sheet of paper twice over and neatly tossing it into the recycle bin and proceeded to go get myself a cup of coffee and meet the natives.

In most computers we've noticed a considerable degrade in performance when left on for an extended period of time. A lot people who work with me know how much I loath re booting my machine. Normally I have it ON for weeks at end till something freezes over and I am forced to re boot. Often accompanied with a string of colourful language and threats of painful death to the pc and os manufacturers. This was pretty the scenario in my case, it was as though the brain underwent a re boot, cleared the cache and started afresh with new vigor. Not sure how my minions feel about that, but
they don't have an opinion anyway.

Overall it was great to spend time with my best friend and do something else other than just 'work'. You might have also noticed how much I love my camera. I have managed to upload almost all the good pictures to my online picassa account. Here is a link to it : Singapore May 2008

I will try to talk about a few places in the coming weeks.

It was a good day.

And to my friend I hope you find what you are looking for. One of the few people I do respect.
(Now since you don't read the blog/know of its existence, I can state it here ! Damn mac users ;-) )

And here's to Wolf, I would have loved to show you these pictures and listen to your remarks. I miss you my friend.

Finally to the minions at oz IT. Exceptional work I am truly proud.

GJ

Salamat Datang !

Greetings from sunny and humid Singapore.

Probably my first and only post when I'm traveling. I think I might have a few posts queued up, I'll check and fire them off when I get back home. This has been an amazing time-off. Sitting on the PC tapping away, the sounds of ghazzals in the background and mahesh dozing in the afternoon, classic flashback to college days.

I did end up picking up a decent tripod from Sing. Trudging through the dusty and crowded streets of Kuala Lumpur I understood why the pros stress on picking up a good light tripod. If this thing was any heavier I'd be half-dead from lugging it around.

There are a ton of pictures I took on this trip you can find a limited albums here

Indonesia
Malaysia
Singapore

I will try to sort out the pictures I have and pick out the good ones and post it. There way more pictures and over the course of the next few days these albums will be updated.

Apparently someone's hackles were raised by my previous post. So just to confirm some of us don't require to carry dictionaries or thesauruses (the little book that tells you similar words, thought I'd spare you from checking the dictionary again) around. Strict curriculum and amazing teachers back in school made sure we had a generally large vocabulary and develop a knack to pick up popular vernacular. But I'm sorry wannabes hardly have any credibility.

DSLRs & Imbeciles

So I finally bit the bullet and picked up a D-40 ( Nikon ) with a kit lens ofcourse. I think I'll wait a few months before I pick out a quality lens. I must say its pretty easy to use, once you've understood the whole shutter speeds, isos, light metering etc. I'll pick up a few accessories out later this week. They say that tripods matter a lot and investing in a good tripod is probably a wise thing.

So that was the first half, the second half, the imbeciles. Had a twat visiting this weekend. Supercilious cock. I don't particularly mind arrogant people, but they better be able to back that arrogance. Throwing ignorance into the mix just changes the way the game is played. When the camera box was opened, the twat jumped on the manual and began to read it cover to cover much to my annoyance as I prefer not to read the manual and turn to it as a last resort. I've always found it to be more fun discovering things on a new toy than completely knowing about its workings before you touch it. After browsing through the manual he exclaims 'Oh this camera has a lot of features and options to expand'. I raised an eyebrow. 'Its almost like my cybershot.' A circuit or breaker went off somewhere in my brain. I almost tore him limb to limb. How dare you compare a bleeding Point-and-Shoot with a bleeding SLR camera!

Twat.

I was warned about a blog on a certain historical-mythical topic and I happened to read the first paragraph or so of it. Poorly researched with no clear defining line between sci-fi and myth and most of it seemed to be the opinion of the individual rather than any core fact. If there were any facts, it was poorly cited. Then again its just a blog.

Twat (2)

Thats my $.02 for the day.

Adieu

Jay's Game and Large People

I got to go to the Jays game last night with ST. One of those last minute things. Wicked seats, 6 rows from the field right behind the home plate.

This is probably the first Toronto game I've gone to and the home team ( TO, be it the raptors or jays ) actually won! and they won good ! final score 5-2 Jays.

So we get there a bit early, find out seats, order the ale and start to settle into our seats... two innings down, and people who had tickets to seats next to us show up. A rather big chick, hey I'm not a broomstick myself. She passes  me and then her boyfriend, I had to step out of the aisle to let the big boy through. No I mean BIG BIG. He was so big that when he sat down, half of him was in my seat!

Not to be talking down about big people, being averagely big myself ( but i did fit comfortably into one of those seats ), but seriously should you even bother coming to a crowded stadium ? I mean I'd have felt bad to oust someone from their seat. I understand you (the big person ) too paid for it ( not the case here ) but would the stadium actually get them to buy maybe 2 seats ? Maybe thats how it should be. These two actually occupied 4 seats at the Rogers Centre.

After about 2 minutes of sitting squished, ST and I moved over to the next aisle. But I argument is that I shouldn't have had to move ! What if the real owners for those seats showed ?  Apparently a few years ago there was a huge stink about having a separate seating area for large people, and how they felt it was discriminatory and was against the Charter of Rights (Canadian). 

Reset the Ticker

If there is anything I'm used to and adapt well to is turning the ticker back to zero and starting again! So I'm going to give it another shot. Currently Day 2.

However this time round, I've been noticeably  less  irritable or edgy. Deep breaths help. :-). The weekend will help  since I generally smoke less on the weekends.

Well Simona, you know how the song goes... 'here we go again.'

Cheers

GJ

Another Year

Over the course of close 3 decades of this current existence, I've come to see many different places, cultures and people. People have always fascinated me. The way they interact, react and reflect on situations.
Again if you pull the sociological aspects and the science of human interactions togerther, they aren't very appealing to me from an academic standpoint.

Then again very few topics are (to me anyway )the minute you affix marks, thesis or academic to it.

Couple of years ago when things were simpler, I was posed a very simple question.. 'so what would you like this year? Although i don't remember what my reply was, I'm sure, in accordance with the time and frame of mind and in the company of the individual who asked the question, it might have been something linear, one-dimensional and most probably fluff.

And I'm rambling.. this song has been in my head for the last couple of years..



And you ask me what i want this year
and i try to make this good and clear
just a chance that maybe we'll find better days

cause i don't need boxes wrapped in strings
and designer love and empty things,
just a chance that maybe we'll find better days

Chorus:
so take these words
and sing out loud
cause everyone is forgiven now
cause tonight's the night the world begins again

and its someplace simple where we could live
and something only you can give
and let's faith and trust and peace while we're alive

and the one poor child who saved this world
and there's 10 million more who probably could
if we all just stopped and said a prayer for them

so take these words
and sing out loud
cause everyone is forgiven now
cause tonight's the night the world begins again

i wish everyone was loved tonight
and somehow stop this endless fight
just a chance that maybe we'll find better days

so take these words
and sing out loud
cause everyone is forgiven now
cause tonight's the night the world begins again

cause tonight's the night the world begins again


Happy Birthday GJ.