The Mystic India (2010) - Preparation Blues

Thursday, 4th Febraury 2010

Spend day droolin’ with Google Maps, a basic web mapping application and pin-up my routes. In fact, I been mapturbating on Google Earth and other Google Map since the morning and finally finished the first four lags of the journey route.

At first, it got all hotchpotches with my proclaimed mapscorificness till I deleted it and create a new one. (OK! I did that 7-times) but succeed. Now, I am posted on public domain…wondering how does that make any change to the world. Catch me at (http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF&msa=0&msid=108519497880101037863.00047eae7c888a16333d0) and puhleez don’t drop the poo.

Now, let’s go offline and check out for things to get done:

• I got Laundry fucked. It happens all the time. So, time to laundrying before I’m all set.
• My refrigerator is out of stock and desperately need a refill but I got Hamletian syndrome: “To be or not to be.”
• My travel bag has shrinked and can’t accommodate the best of clothing. (Hmph!) Dude, leave that sac at home, we need to be travellin' light. But what ‘bout my cosmetics
• Failed to calculate. Tried to estimate a few but Indian rickshaws, hotels, and auto-drivers don’t put their fare charts. How inconvenient.
• Where's the stash? The ATM machine smirks at me mockingly and throw an empty slip with smile. Salaries pending, invoices pending, bills pending…in fact, every both the debtors and creditors are struck with suspended animation and I’m waiting.

Hell’ya! How do I party now? (Jus’ throw a glue and be relaxed.)

The Mystic India - 2010 (Prelude)

Wednesday, 3rd February 2010

First thing first, a month-long or more holidays is much awaited. Time to get pampered and no pets, no parents, no office loads or Sunday blues…I’m goin’ on a vacation till I’m filled and ask no more. February 16! “…a good day to take a trip, especially to the shore. Jupiter can bring you a gift or a financial bonus especially if you have personal planets or the ascendant at 2 to 8 degrees of Pisces.”

Oh! I ain’t a believer to astrology unless it’s a favorable predictionment as I could see here posted in one of the gimmicked website here. Anyways, it serves my purpose so, roll-on. In fact, after much hookus for a ‘incredible holiday” I settled down with something that ‘instinctive holiday’ for my happy feet. And, thus the journal enfolds.

Hmm…let’s check it out dude, here's what we'll do:

• Couple of train journeys…bliss! In fact, the common thread that holds my month-long waywardness is ‘The Great Indian Railways’. Zimbly…loves the ever-punching mobile geckos, over-shaped mid 40s and yea! (not to forget) all tramp-stamped Paris Hilton lookalikes.
• Pilgrimage. OK, even a pilgreen need some penance for being sex-fed for 33-long years. But honestly, I find pilgrimages are the best places for photoholics like me. Interestingly, my travel plan (unknowingly) is a big mess of color from various parts.
• Sun-and-Sand. And, no beer included.
• Family reunions. Though not much excited about that but forcibly and yea! A way to compensate for my four-year elusive stay from folks back home.
• Tastamalicious Sojourns. (Read that carefully and don’t misinterpret…there’s nothing bout’ ass here.)

Now, what I need. Let me check and keep informed.

Slumber Days....

Some days are dull and some are ‘lull’ when you drag yourself out of the coffin to pull the curtains and go to sleep ‘again’. I feel like same for the entire week. Hate to report to office, dislike the idea of stepping out…I wish to be wrapped in you. AND SLEEP!

Farms and Farmville

After a much needed hiatus, I’m back to virtual world and with gusto…(huh!) O’yea, been practicing farming on my 16 x 16 farmland with 5-cows, ducklings, sheep’s, and few hen. Yards of pineapple trees, and land that bore artichokes, peppers, strawberries, wheat…the farm looks fantastic and makes me itchy. And, I keep so busy with all those sloughing and harvesting that often I end up the day with a pirate bath. Eeeks!

O.K., you don’t need seasons to change to grow crops; they are timed and you need to calculate the numbers of ploughed lands and crops; get them hackneyed within the time (else wilted) and keep movin’. Ain’t that a fun? Yea…I got no reasons to commit hara-kiri for failed crops. Everything seems to be growing here. When you visit the farm the corn was knee-high or the cows’ are so full that you need to give them an udder-fuck. (Ouch!)

Overall, it’s fun and I’m the mayor who passed a law stating ‘no whistling on the farm’…does anybody care?

I’m…Man Abbreviated

Some thirty years ago…I born (coz’ the mother was pregnate!!). ‘Twas chilly December when things might have been either frozen OR GOD was getting all cheesy puffs over the idea of humans making baby. Since then, I got to life with no football, no praises, no friends, and seriously nobody ever. A life abbreviated.

Okay! What I was talking? A…about myself. I was ugliest of them all, dumbest of them all, and the ONLY gay among them all. Thus, I was silent of them all. All through my childhood. Always! Talk in mono-syllables, walk in pitch darkness I find an escape route to remain closeted. Thirty years…for such a long time – I was nothin’ but an uglyfuck.

School days happen and passed, but forgotten. I belong to group of Forgotten Children only to be discovered by the school bards’ over the Internet as a chirpy flake. Jesus! What the Hell? Life got real messy with *jobs* (with some 7 companies and hordes of projects) and all said, ‘You did it better but NOT the best.’ Fortune (Luck!) greeted to the one who knows the least while I sulk and continue with life no football, no praises, no friends.

A life abbreviated and always the uglyface.

I’m Net-elebrity

Disclaimer: For those who follow me…I intentionally dropped the ‘c’ to sound humble-pie however, the real reason was to escape the most difficult words since I stutter mostly with difficult ‘c’ or‘s’. If you still wondering what it is…honey! I’m a Net-Celebrity.

Ah! Seriously, I never expected somebody to call me that in my weirdest of all fantasies (I got many…so don’t ask which one) but quite flattered. Now, about this gentleman who’s Punjabi-Australian-Chinese-Kannadigan-Tamil descent staying in Singapore is new to my list and seriously mugging up the words from my blog…is my current favorite.

Well…not because he called me ‘a celebrity’ but he’s 24 and young blooded and loves mature. In fact, last night I spend a considerable time to imagine every inch of his *tool*with all precision and wondering how it remain unscratched. Nyways! It’s none of my business…and I’m quite contented with AZ’s. But Net-elebrity???

You're celebrity PI now. You're the story, dude. What? You followers sneak into my private chambers and read out every detail on ‘what I eat?’, ‘how I feel?’, ‘when I last got naked?’ Is there anything called ‘a censor board’. Fine! I don’t need one. Let them all see me with my bare essential. Coming back to this young Punjabi-Australian-Chinese-Kannadigan-Tamil descent (who must be reading this) I’m still trying to figure him by inches yet ‘a big thank you!’ At least, you make me a reason to revive my blog after a hiatus. Thanks for that.

Love'ya! (Waving my hands and offering air-kisses...) Stop acting moron.

Random Thoughts

Given up! Thoughts dismantle and tumble…ideas goes discreet and unnoticed. From cluttered to politeness, to bold to meekness; I groom. Sounds crazy, no? I’ve changed and changed a lot…In last 8-months, I dreamt of him. I made long and short trips to be with HIM for a couple of hours and felt his touch to every pore. Now, even the small prayers have HIM and I wish to join him to a frozen wasteland and marry him there?

Helpless now, I stand with him, watching his dreams grow stronger. Oh, I know, isn't it wonderful? I feel like a whole new person! I've never had this much fun in my entire life! I feel so good and confident about myself and Him! Let me a small wish: ‘Be with me forever’ and I promise ‘I do.’

All for Love

Okay! Today we're having a little pop quiz. Think for a moment and then write your answer below. So sharpen your number 2 pencils and put your thinking caps on. Ready? Here's a quote: ‘Did it make any change to your life, with the archaic law losing the tag to criminalize ‘us’? Does life change after that?’

Let me take my take. It doesn't change a thing, but even so... After thirty and half years, it's nice to know. If God lived on earth, people would break his windows! And, ask for a match…later to dump and continue living with loneliness. But, it did… (though few baby steps)…bring a change. And, now we dreamt of wedding nights!

Still, the question lingers ‘Do you love me?’ I suppose he does and I suppose I love you too.

Mysore - 151 Days

It’s either coming to full circle or settling with my wandering boots, I'm personally disappointed and confused with the way my life is shaping up from nothing to nothingness. It all began with February 2006 and life thence, unsettled.

Living as a nomad, [the worst thing that I've realized that long-time back but failed to resurrect], I've gradually distanced from all and everyone. The feeling gives a numb expression similar to last hours of passengers in Flight 447; inching to its doom and now lost. Now, the entire world seeks for an answer, 'what's gone wrong?' Do you have any clue? NAHH...

What if, sometime later, a passenger stays afloat from the heart of Atlantic Ocean and narrates the untold hour. (Hmm!) My life is quite similar to. What, if some day, somebody tells me what's gone wrong with me since 2006. I think, I know it all and have lost hope long time back. I lost myself to nothingness and the feeling is numb.

Mysore morning; Time: 9.16 A.M. sitting alone in my desk I'm trying to recoil. My resignation letter is yet to be typed. The office boy wiping the un-manned chambers with an unclean duster; Ain't they all doing things because they have to? Ain't they all doing alike?

I'm a sage who lost his hymns and the tambourine rings.

Chat Version

People [which not necessarily men] shower me with compliment for having wittiful remarks, and writing them naively by nicely. Here's one of the extract[s] from one of the recent chit-a-chit and interestingly, I'm mesmerized of the fact...how truely people judged me.

31. May. 2009 - 18:18
Hi
Rahul 31. May. 2009 - 18:20
Hi
May. 2009 - 18:22
I think we have spoken b4 on phone, m I right.
Rahul 31. May. 2009 - 18:23
Forgotten...lost my memory, few days back. Can you help me to recall?
31. May. 2009 - 18:26
I'm Faraz, work with Infosys...any bells ringing?
Rahul 31. May. 2009 - 18:28
Well, you never called me after talking to me over the phone, once upon a night. Did I recall you correctly?
31. May. 2009 - 18:40
Yes! That sure is me! I lost Ur number since I nvr saved it, n then...cudnt find u here too.
Rahul 31. May. 2009 - 18:44
I am sooooooooooooooo nondescript that finally, I'm written off...and no mobile book could do the honor of storing my name for some lame reason. So, let's learn from our actions...what's not done should never be. Hence, let's NOT UNDONE things now.
31. May. 2009 - 18:47
Lol...this is what I was in need of...a sudden but wondrous jumbo of words! Love u for that! ;)
Rahul 31. May. 2009 - 18:50
I'm man with abundance of word and hence, keep dropping it here and there...Few people think its precious while other finds it hilarious. The rest of the crowd call me lunatic. I love the third one coz' they know me the best.

-Regards
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