home work

First journalism class after the holidays is tomorrow. The teacher had given us a small assignment.
and we had more than ample time to finish it, me on the other hand being the great person that i am wrote something in the very last min. The topic she gave us was weird!
write about an incident or a scene in not more than 250 words.
wat am i suppose to write!!!!!
anyways i did write something and i have decided to post it here, it sucks but i am tired and sleepy so this is the best i can come up with (not that i could done better in any other state). -

Four of us decided to go for a movie and later I wondered why I said yes. These old theaters are so poorly ventilated. I regretted having gone there, but I was determined to spend time with other human beings instead of being alone in my 10 by 9 den with my half dead computer.

The older two were religiously glued to the screen as their favorite actor (I can't remember her name) was delivering a bunch of clichéd dialogs that most Telugu movies just wouldn't seem complete without. There was no way my other friend and I could watch this junk!

We helped ourselves to their popcorn. I knew they wouldn’t mind, heck I don't even think they realized!

We were bored with the movie and to pass time my friend began telling me this ridiculous story of how the stain on his shirt acted like a lucky charm! My response to his story was the usual ritualistic nodding that one picks up in school (especially phy or maths classes), occasional doses of, 'oh OK' and strategic smiles.

There was this curly haired gentleman sitting in front of me. His hair was peculiar. I think he streaked it with white or gold but I couldn’t be sure because the lighting was poor (it was a theater after all). It troubled me. Why had he or who had done this to his hair? Surly he wouldn’t do this to his own hair - would he? I was furious! He had rock star like hair; thick wild and uncontrollable. Nobody would appreciate its beauty now. It was ruined. I reached up and felt my own miserably thin hair and tightened my teeth.

My friend was saying something about how the popular notion of rabbits being cute and cuddly was misleading. They are actually 'highly dangerous' he said, ‘I still remember the day when . . . .’

I just wanted to stand up and give the curly haired lad a piece of my mind. Finally the movie got over. We all stood up to leave. I clenched my fist tighter and tighter as I saw him and if only my friend wasn't in between I would have beaten him to a pulp!

We said good bye to the other two and shared an auto home. He stared off an immediate comparison of the autos in his home town and the ones in Bangalore. He was saying something about how the latter was more colorful. I was thinking of the curly haired guy and was hoping he would realize.

GOOD NIGHT!
I NEED SLEEP!

A mindless scribble

just some crap i wrote, i just felt like and i am post it . . .

mirthful laughter and mischief of beautiful ones,
souls with promise dance to bold music,
in this summer carnival,
and i am the man in gray
i walk to the far and fade.
but,
only after noticing you.
i swear i called,
but my voice died.

please free to leave comments.
BUT NO QUESTIONS!!!!!!
Happy Diwali people.

Holidays – I hate this, I love this!

Holidays started on the 18, after my last exam, English. I screwed up. It doesn’t come as a surprise really; I am Siddharth the fat loser after all. My holidays are already half over and I have done nothing productive. I did nothing but ‘rot’ (using my friend’s terminology) at home.

Yesterday I went to a wedding with my uncles. It was a Brahmin wedding. Very colorful and chaotic, this is the norm in most Hindu weddings. My uncle was the only officially invited guest at the wedding, he knew almost everybody there. The moment we entered he was lost in conversations with his many friends and acquaintances. My other uncle and I were lost; we sat quietly and observed the madness as both of us were aliens in this strange place.

I spend a lot of time quietly observing the people there. It was quiet funny looking at grown men greeting everybody. They were all very loud and excited.

I saw this one lady standing in the corner. She was probably in her late 30s or so but it’s hard to be accurate on things like this. She had streaks of gray and wore a very beautiful purple sari. I think it was the sari that caught my attention. I am a sucker for most things purple. She was different from the other women folk present on that occasion. She had large pretty eyes that sparkled with a child like mischief, a stark contrast to her face which was quiet and reserved. She reminded me of someone; my best friend. I was over come by a variety of emotions. I felt depressed, lonely and wanted to run away and withdraw into my shell. I wanted to cry but I never cry. It was me who slowly pushed her out of my life. I don’t deserve a beautiful person like her or anybody else for that matter. I know this sounds absurd but I believe she was there to remind me of how pathetic I am. I turned away and looked at the window, children were playing outside. They seemed happy.

Few mins later the thali was tied. We were sitting right at the back and didn’t see anything happening but heard the distinct Nadeswaram. Mechanically all of us stood up and threw the ceremonial rice at the couple, mine landed on a lady’s head as I was 100ft or so from the newly weds. It was lunch time after a few mims and we went away downstairs to the basement to eat. The food was delicious. It tasted like the food in my best friends house.