Picking up everything, from where I had planned to be for the next 5 years.
But situation demands that I move from Chennai to Coimbatore.

It feels like its possibly living in 2006 of Chennai, was it Madras then? Oh, Madras. How they massacred a beautiful name that ringed bells in the ears of the charmers and Victorians.
How Madras was a beautiful word to mention anything south in India. Like, “Oh, you’re from Madras aa…” would always make you feel safe, because they knew exactly where you came from.

Coimbatore is not bad, its early in its element, more like a toddler learning to toddle – if that were a right term to use.

Its often what make of these things, not of what we assume of them. My boss’ favorite words are from this Nic Cage movie, what’s that? “Con-something”, oh yes! “Con-Air”. Don’t ask me if I’ve watched it, I have NOT, and am willing to do it without any popcorn or meat. Yes, he says, “Waseem, Assumption is the mother of all fuckups”, haha!
I most certainly don’t refuse to accept it, because it is the truth. Well, coming from a Cardiac surgeon who everyday holds peoples life like a flickering candle, we cannot not choose to believe him.

So, my journey in Coimbatore starts.

In slow motion

June 19, 2008

Everything around, pacing at the speed of metropolitan. Just like people’s lives were running out of time. Deadlines, Last dates, countdowns – Its like, of all the thing we’re short of. Time isn’t your companion anymore. Time teaches you, will tell, ga-ga is for grandpa and his associates.

As we’re speeding by, there’s this sudden deceleration, sudden gush of emotion, sudden urge to hold something, sudden want – the minute you listen the track ‘Life in Technicolor’.

That’s something about Coldplay. They have a tendency to play with your mind. From ecstatic to content calm; from drowsy to thumping.

Someone once liked me, because I invoked all emotions in ’em. Probably, that’s exactly how things work. The more you give, the more you’re wanted. But, then you decide to absent yourself, and deal with solitude, and you almost always have a substitute.

This phenomenon of being at that place, space, time, person and enjoying it to the most. Till it lasts. Ah, intoxication. Yes, the giggle isn’t there in your life. But, then how often do you know that he/she even thinks about it.

and in the end, we lie awake and dream of our escape.

I don’t know, if all of you never did feel this before. Its not good in the beginning, interesting soon, a way of life; later.

There could be Sitars and Harmoniums playing in the background, and cotton candy in the air. But, only if you’re absorbed in the moment, only will you decipher. Caught up in slow motion, that is.

Between the skies of the day, and the light of the night
Behind every deceptive smile, and behind every unfeigned plight,
Between the confusion and crystal clear,
Behind every wrong, Behind every sincere right,
Between the martyr’s courage and the traitor’s fear,
Beyond every fight, and every sight,
In the times of a dreary night,
In the times of the whispering wind’s delight,
In the times of cold, and fright,
In the night, and my plight,

I wished to see light.

Life goes slow

March 16, 2007

I go nowhere,

Slowing down, watching everyone pasting by,

Is this a curse, or a divine sigh?

Is this he, or is that just me?

Am I making sense or is it that insatiable plee.

Thoughts, I refrain to fathom,

Events, I neglect to confer,

Notions, I ignore to infer,

This plight of pain, seeking a touch of delight,

Losing the sense of time,

Waiting for the wind to mime,

Thinking about things when I walk around,

With all that memories and talks surround,

With tears of joy and fears so coy:

If I had the slightest intuition;

A gut feeling. A foresight. The faintest idea.

As the world as it could be.

All around me, wishing it would snow,

Singing a song, with a heavy heart, pleading for Life to go slow.

Painting a moment…

December 28, 2006

I’m not a nice person, to begin with. Like my Blog title says Irrational Chauvinist, which I am. But some people do make a mark in me, and it is not so easy to see a long face, spread wide across.

So, why the ‘I don’t care a thing?!‘ even takes a wild guess to do something here? I’m not bloating my ego, or matching up to a ‘Compassionate Soul’ part. If only somebody stood there in silence and noticed me, and not said – ‘Lad, you’re complicated’. No, I’m not even close to the Avril Lavigne’s definition of ‘Complicated’.

I took a wild guess, and then settled to crack jokes. If only the person has an extraordinary sense of humour to appreciate my jokes, that is. It pretty much is mostly screwed.

I took another wild guess, and talking-to-someone I thought. If only, words just expressed everything, it’d help – I exclaimed.

Lets not depend on other people, lets settle for some ‘melody’, I thought. Played some Music, some romantic lullabies, irking rock and unpalatable hip-hop as well. It still remained the same. What here occurred to me is that, it is just not Music that affects the way one feels, it depends on the listener and it adds to the ambiance, most of the time. Unless he/she is a worshipper of Jimi Hendrix, and exclaims Music a religion. Well, that did not resort to my need.

Crosswords, I winked. The first word across, landed me in shit load of unpalatable emotions. So wild, that I tore the newspaper, and stabbed it again and again with the weapon mightier than the sword, The Pen.

Sleep, Chocolates, Biscuits, Wrigley’s Spearmint, Michael Flately’s Riverdance, Jessica Alba’s dances, Beyonce’s bikini, Jogging, and evening Sleeping had no positive effect, but seemed to escalate it.

I then declared, I was inefficient to be happy. Happiness isn’t my thing, it just isn’t. “Nothing is going to help you,dude!”, is exactly what I told myself.

…I was just loafing around the Internet(The Lord, bless it!), and I landed in YouTube. Watched this . God bless this man, who came up with this. He deserves something, an honour something like the Nobel Peace Prize, maybe?

This video, didn’t put a smile on my face. It did something to me, I jumped off my chair, like a drunk stallion on a hurdle. Tears broke down like an overflowing dam, and a cry that coughed my lungs out!

Then, I analyzed my easiest target, my domestic reptilian monster – my sister(She’s someone who can throw a tantrum, wreck a potential havoc, and still wear a mask of innocence) Hours earlier, I had yelled at her for scribbling on my door and the cycle of blaming myself occurred.

The moment, I felt those little arms wrapped around me in encomium, I knew this is one of that moments – I’d remember before a last few breaths I’d take before, I depart home.