Tales from the pot

The Shutterbug

Camera in hand, he walked on. And on, and on and on .............. The plateau seemed endless. Though the horizon seemed a finite distance away, it never got any closer. Every time something interesting came up, man, animal, plant or rock, anything whatsoever, a sudden click and snap, photo taken. He didn't know why it happened, why he photographed everything that caught his attention. Its not like he wanted to. With the camera attached to his hand, he just couldn't get rid of it. And the clicking, was even more automated than a reflex, as if somebody , rather something else was forcing him to point and shoot.

The last few days had been the strangest of his life, no food, no water, no sleep, like a long speed trip. But he wasnt spun, no sireee, he was quite content, at least physically, especially after clicking the odd photograph.

to be continued .........

or maybe not.

Boooooorrrriiiiiiing

My endless dilemma, my problem child, back to haunt me. Its a monster of my own creation. Confused, befuddled, clueless???? Let me explain.

Around the time my identity glands first started to grow, and I started developing, what I think is my own identity (the identity question shall be dealt with extensively at a later time), I began to distance myself from some of my erstwhile friends (it could have been the other way around, as in they were repelled by my "identity"). I just found them too shallow, way too fixed in the mundane (like I'm oh so above it all)
that distances grew.

Its not that that i regret it, but every once in a while i find myself longing to do the stuff they do, to be like them, or to be them, because in their "mundane" aspects, they do kick ass. Then I begin to doubt myself, my identity. (Im not gonna put quotes around identity again, and lo and behold, to get around the quotes, i ended with these useless lines of bracket literature.) I start questioning myself, wondering, were my identity glands actually mutated, making mine an X-identity!!!!!! (sorry, sorry, sorry. Its like I need constant monitoring for corny jokes)

I think I'm going to OD, on introspective tosh. My Facebook addiction has finally started to take its toll. Hmmm, hmmmm, "finally started" isn't that an oxymoron???

Listening to : Jack Dangers - Darkly Mix

Reading : Freakonomics, Gloom Cookie, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, Arabic road signs.

End of transmission.

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Dear Reader,

This the blogger's supervising entity communicating with you. If you read this blog to get to know the author, then I have something for you. Notice he is so fucking inconsistent, he can't maintain the same format over say, even 3 or 4 posts. Baahh!!!! he is pathetic. If you don't know why you read this blog, then read it cause it wont help you find purpose, but it will make you feel way better bout yourself because you cant be more clueless than this frood.
Adieu

I.S.T.Y.
(I'm Smarter Than You)

The Aural accessories Gnomes strike again

Damn, its like its written in my destiny or something, "If there is something said person possesses that said person thinks looks quite good on him, then said person will lose said thing." Now just for the effect, imagine that was said at a very high speed like those mutual fund advertisements on TV. Sorry. I am just plain crazy you see.

Its just that the fact that I lost a part of one of my favorite studs/spear thingies (i don't know what its technically called) while sleeping , that has me really distressed. And the few kilos of mucus up my nose and cranial cavities ain't helping.

Since I don't have anything/body to blame for my loss (what do you mean???? Of course I wont blame me!!!!) this malicious act of burglary has been blamed on the Aural Acessories gnomes ( Bring on the sound effects). for those who dont who the Aural accessories gnomes are, well they are distant relatives of the underpants gnomes. Now if you dont know who they are, then shame on you!!! what are you doing reading this, go watch South Park!!

Enough nonsense for now, i need some time to make up some more crap to put up here.

Currently Listening to : NOTHING, for a change.

Currently Reading : Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, Transmetropolitan, Freakonomics.

Currently Feeling Like : Shit (Just generally, and the above events, so for all you loving readers out there, don't worry, your beloved blogger is safe and sound, if a little groggy)

P.S. : About the picture, thats me at my self centered best, go figure.

Big fish ----- little fish

Physics lecture is the best time to let the synapses between my brains and my hands warm up, without using any unnecessary mundane day to day thinking processes. This specimen was done totally by my hand and my sub conscious, I think, because i dont knowwhat the hell its about. My vocabulary seems to be slowly descending down the little inlet to the sewer which can be found in wash basins, bath tubs etc.

Reading : Sandman : Endless Nights by Neil Gaiman. And Dave McKean's Cages. And my workshop journal (eeeyech!!!! i can taste the bleeding wood shavings, filed metal, coal dust, green sand and I am blinded by the dazzling spectra of what we know fondly as arc welding.)

And my latest favorite phrase : watchooo doin?????

Now playing: Dave Mathews - Crash Into Me

Je suis tres arty farty, comprenez - vous?

Arre baas bada naa yaar!!!!!

One crazy weekend, 48 crazy hours, very little sleep, couple of beers, way too many friends. Class was a party, canteen was a party, my room was a party, the party was a party, my head was a party and I was party to all these parties. I was caretaker, conaisseur, maitre de, partaker of many and user, abuser and consumer of many more.

And now im cleaning my room, my clothes, the cafe and tryin to get it all clean out of my head. The whole batch together, unleashed on a sleepy city, an unsuspecting hotel, we wreaked havoc, unleasing a spew of smoke, burps, swears, laughs and puke all over the place.

Damn nothing philosophical or even slightly intellectual this time either.

With blood on my hands. (literally)
W. Listener

Wake up, and smell the insects, and also the tea you never drink, but is offered to you everyday, not to forget ................

Strange days are here.I think i swallowed an alarm clock. Because things have started t oget really weird. Ok, ok let me get to the point, ive been waking up at exactly 6:44 am, for a couple of days. Actually, i need to rephrase, ive been waking up, on my own (which is the real surprise here) and when i look at the time, its exactly 6:44 am. Freaky innit.The weirdest part is that this always happens when i dont have the 8 o clock lecture in the morning. Somehow i wake up early, of my own accord, when i dont need to. And when i do need to wake for my 8:00 am lecture, one of my other alarm clocks ie my classmates, wakes me up at a very convenient 7:45. why does this happen??? No one knows, definitely not me. And more importantly, where does all my sleep go, because there never goes a day without me dozing off in class, or rather every class.

More for later, when i actually feel like writing.

Reading : Fell by Warren Ellis, Dark Side of The Moon by Bill Harris.
Listening to : 1200 micrograms, Pink Floyd (Ummagumma, thanks hathi)

Tyoun Dyun Dyoun Doun Da Doun Daaiiin Dounnn

Its all a pattern. I seem to be going down an endless double helix (im vain and a downward spiral is too common and simple for me). I see myself getting shallower and shallower in my own eyes. My only means of entertainment is making fun of others and obscene homosexuality. What respite do i have, what means are there for a small vacation from my sitch, in which, by myself place i am which , is a bitch.
Please forgive me for the last line, it was a pathetic attempt at spontaneous poetry, which because of our hammered in ideals of poetry, is in rhyme. This happened beause of a dormant inferiority complex brought back to the surface by reading my younger brothers verses.

I was wondering, why do i blog?? Am i so short of friends, that i must make the whole world my confidante?. Do i just want to show off? Maybe i like to convince my self that i have some skill in some field, which to me seems to be called bitching.

I hate people, no not all , im not some kind of misanthrope. Ive hated some people ive been with for the last 4 years. people ive hugged, shaken hands with, talked to at length, collaborated with and so on. And i have now come to realise, my feelings towards them were mostly the result of the green eyed succubus that is jealousy (succubus and not monster cuz come on, both jealousy and a sucubus are attractive).

p.s. : this is not a suicide note.

Overload, Overflow and a lot of other words with similar meanings

Its been a while since I have written anything in this most unholy of places, especially after my change of adress(i.e. the blog). A lot has happene in this time.
A recent event is my haircut. It brings this blog round a full circle, considering my first post was about a haircut happening to me. This latest froectomy took place a full 5 months after my last one, so the fro had grown considerably, to my satisfaction.

This brings me to a topic i feel very passionately about, discrimination and abuse of people who have curly hair and choose to grow it. Would any sane, peaceloving, atheistic/agnostic and most importantly straight guy like to be compared , continually to a child molester, confidence trickster and false prophet rolled into one. Isnt there any other figure of repute in the world who has an afro??? What happened to einstein, hendrix, bob dylan, michael enzeiger, shorty, undercover brother, ............ yada yada kapooie. Why then sai baba????

Say hello to the rug's topography
It holds quite a lot of interest with your face down on it
Say hello to the shrinking in your head
You can't see it but you know its there so don't neglect it

I'm taking her home with me all dressed in white
She's got everything I need pharmacy keys
She's falling hard for me I can see it in her eyes
She acts just like a nurse with all the other guys

Say hello to all the apples on the ground
They were once in your eyes but you sneezed them out while sleeping
Say hello to everything you've left behind
It's even more a part of your life now that you can't touch it

I'm taking her home with me all dressed in white
She's got everything I need some pills in a little cup
She's falling hard for me I can see it in her eyes
She acts just like a nurse with all the other guys

Say hello to the rugs topography...

This is for her.
P.S. This is not by me, its a song by the band failure, covered by A Perfect Circle.

The next 4 years are gonna be an emotional void with short and occasional respites. But what i feel will never change.

Dear Diary

Dear Diary
Its been a while. I think i have to start tellin myself what ive been doin for the past few days, so that those events can actually register. Ive written exams, met a mallu from bangalore, took in large amounts of alcohol, marijuana , bhajia pav, and chinese food. I did not take part in any debauchery ( what a shame). I did amitabh bachan impersonations, axl rose falsettoes, sang the blues while piss drunk, jammed with 3 other guitarists all out of tune. By the way, those looking for philosophical bullshit, sorry, wrong turn , fuck off. Or to be nice "Thank You! Come Again"

Waaaaah!!!

This is one of my favourite funeral songs. Its the first time im putting somebody elses work up on my blog, but if monty python want money for this i ll pay them. Here it goes, its called Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life

Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle
And this'll help things turn out for the best...
And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...
If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing.
And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...
For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin
Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow.
So always look on the bright side of death
Just before you draw your terminal breath
Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.
And always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the right side of life... (Come on guys, cheer up!)
Always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the bright side of life...(Worse things happen at sea, you know.)
Always look on the bright side of life...(I mean - what have you got to lose?)
(You know, you come from nothing - you're going back to nothing.What have you lost? Nothing!)Always look on the right side of life...

I really want to see eric idle sing this before my eyes. I have my own reasons for posting this.
Wa

Bloggers block

Did i just say more than i mean to say? (Rhetorical question alert) Or did i say a lot of things not even related to what im trying to say? Why did i just put a question mark there? Does it deserve one, does it deserve to be called a question rhetorical or not. ( Should i have put a question mark there, or not ?@~#!!!!!!!!!!!) I think my freedom (or whatever it is that im 'enjoyin' now), has started to take its toll on me. I feel wasted, i have to force my self to read, to play guitar and do a few other things, which till a month ago had been absolute necessities for me, as they had been banned by the parental authorities.
I dont know what causes these abnormalities or wastedness or whatever it is thats happening to me. What i also dont know is why :

• I wear my pants low
• I got my ear pierced
• I am or i act eccentric
• I think about certain things and/or people incesssantly

Is there some sort of wise man on the mountain (literally or metaphorically) who can actually answer such questions. "Why are we here? What purpose do we serve?" doesnt really come into perspective until these more important more worldly questions are answered. Till then, signing off,

Why did the chicken cross the road???

P.S. : Sorry, for everything.

Living Rock

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Originally uploaded by wayward listener.

Weirdass rock formations,pic by me, from wadi saitan , oman.

Exhausted

My literary reserves have been exhausted.

The corny filters are now up and fully functional. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Brain wracking bass thumping junkies do not kil

It is illegal to say " " anymore. This is a law that goes against all humanity, especially the masculine side of it. We have only a certain amount of words to say and after that all we can say is " um" or "er". Once that reservoir is exhausted we resort to " ". Now thats gone , is ther any hope at all??? Men, dishonest teens, innocently villified adoloescents will be forced to speak ther heart, guts, brains ,livers and spleens out. the whole world will suffer death by dismemberment.

Abomination

Am i an abomination. Is it rational to like the Stones and Cradle of Filth at the same time. Isn't this some kind of blasphemy to the gods of rock n roll and black metal. Does black metal have gods , or does it have some perverse i hate red and love black kinda Lucifer. Did the fallen angel get friction burns while falling down??? So he was black with the scabs and then turned red with the itching. So black metal is really a way back to the roots throwback to occultish metal.

I really need to get stoned.

Been reading a lot of Iain Banks, 2 books in the past 2 weeks and totally 3 in the past year.

3 down 2 to go, and 24 loooooooooooooooong daaaaaaaaaaaays.

I wanna go to Scotland.

KerPlaaaang TerrWaaaaaaaaaaat!!!!

We at Vivek Wali Inc, are proud to report the successful completion of farewell 2007, well, almost successful . The following objectives were , i am happy to say, achieved

• Actually get down to dancing
• Get a little high (towelie style)
• Take a lot of pictures (semi succesful)
• Act generally crazy
• 1st runner up in Mr ISM and Mr Talented
  

Some unwanted things

• I actually had to see shujaudin
• Big row with parents
• I won Mr Genius
• Didn't get high enough

I know its kinda lame to crib about winning something but i really felt that the Mr Genius could have gone to so many other people i know, it just went to me cuz im an advertised smart ass as Varun says.

7 days to the boards, and counting.
I am officially in love with the song Nymphetamine Fix by Cradle Of Filth. The reasons are tooo lengthy to explain.

Superwali

Is it a bird, is it a plane, is it a flying cabbage.... no its a new super hero, one who will help all mankind transcend this futile plane , iiiiittsssssssssssss SUPERWALI with his amazing powers of selective involuntary invisibilty, the 24 hour stoned look and the extra potent " drugs are good"speech.
I have now discovered the magic of Bach and propose to listen to his music a lot. Dont know whether this is a fad.
I hate people who bite their cheeks while posing, i absolutely hate them , really fuckin hate them.
LSD is good. So drop some acid and squeegee your third fuckin eye.(shrooms should do)

Goodbye fair Gator, there be just two months twixt the morrow and my departure.

Pure unalderated power over a multitude of waves is a feeling I miss. My abilitiies have been reduced to a considerably shorter bandwidth. I'm not allowed to use my amp anymore , boohooo.
Its been 2 months.
The future is bleaker yet, i must spend many more lunar phases away from my beloved gator( a name bestowed upon my guitar unknowingly by Shujaudin) and its adjoining doodahs.
Will i lose my still not undefeatable skills or will i discover hitherto unknown regions of virtuosoness???

Favorite Quotes (continued) :

• Think for yourself and question authority - Tim Leary
• I feel the same way about Disco as I do about Herpes! - Hunter S Thompson
  

Trousers of Time

I'm tired of them. They hit me all the time. They don't let me think, sleep , study ,read ... (you get my drift).
Always pulling me away from what I'm doing, wasting my time.
They force me to go back in the past and look down the other leg, speculate and imagine.
Why don't they leave me alone, those bloody "What ifs".
P.S. : I'm not smart enough to make up that title, borrowed it from one of Terry Pratchett's books.


Favorite quotes (from books and such):

• He was highly strung as a harp on amphetamines.(Terry Pratchett)
  
• Give a man a fire and hes warm for a day, set him on fire and hes warm for the rest of his life.(Terry Pratchett)
  
• What do atheists scream when they come?(Bill Hicks)

To be continued.......

Harvest time

Harvest time again, chop chop , off goes my hair .
Board practicals from today, that is one of the reasons for the aforementioned calamity.
I hate writing like this, but i cant help it, just comes out the way it is. Growing hair is hard work.
Gotta fend off parents, teachers, gardeners et all to let it grow to an appreciable length, and then after approximately 3 months from the last haircut will come a somehow inevitable blow from below. Its either being sent home or the threat of flunking or even worse, making a bad impression. Dunno if this thing has a backdating feature, so i can post my past. hey, that sounds good.