Fraanships.The good, the bad and the eXXtremely ugly!!

I’ve always felt that school days were the best ever. That statement might dump me amongst the minority but something about uniforms and drills and punishments and all that disciplined jazz brings about a sense of yearning for those times. In retrospect you’ll realize that friendships formed in school more or less wither the test of time simply because we were innocent and the filth of adulthood had not seeped into our being yet. Comparatively, later friendships somehow seem a lot more transient; certainly more faux and it comes with a million strings attached which will in all probability leave you miserably tangled later on. If you ask me why I’d say its probably because at some point in time during that rat race simple things like trust and understanding took one hell of a nasty beating.So I guess that’s going to be what im going to talk about the next 2 or so posts; People whove been there for me and and the people stabbed me when i least expected it.
Last week Yash called me up;he was coming down from Canada and we absolutely had to jam(rocker’s code for ‘having a blast’). Yash’s coming over was like an annual Woodstock-of -sorts for me—time to let whatever little hair I have left loose and just freak the hell out. We share a special and at times crazy bond. Some dude stated one of the fundas of science a few centuries (???)back—Opposites Attract. He couldn’t get that more right. So different that we were just meant to be. That’s not to say we didn’t have our bad times as well. In fact we did but then like all great friendships we rallied back and were more thick than ever. That being said human relationships don’t exactly mirror science and there has to be some degree of character overlap however minuscule. Yash and me are Metalheads!down to the last fragment of our DNA-and we will remain that way..amen. We wanted to live the rock n roll lifestyle -Sex, Drugs and Rock n Roll. Even though the first 2 items were merely fantastic illusions of a pimply teenage metalhead (and drugs suck bigtime)and we happened to be stuck in this hole called Kerala.(Damn you foreign media) .
Yash is an extraordinary writer; a genius if you will. He had this abstract and in some ways magical way with words that our 12th grade English teacher just couldn’t comprehend. He had a hard time trying to explain his work to the teachers’ whos cumulative understanding of the language never strayed too far away from the textbooks. He has a lot of stuff happening for him;he has a scholarship(can you believe this??he’s gonna teach Americans English..i don’t want any racist undertones but How NEAT is that?????), extremely hot girl and a ridiculously wild life. Yeaaah hes having fun. I envy u dude..bigtime with all that green coloring etc .
Yash has a room in one of the premier hotels in the city that he can use whenever he pleases. Major..do we need to go anywhere else?certainly not!!we called a few people from school..guys who were part of the general circle(Buttheads all of em hahaha..these guys are killer )Yash brought along a bottle of tequila. Its amazing what a little booze can do to your senses.(Im not sure tequila qualifies as booze but what the hell we were pretty high). It has this amazing truth serum like effect. But it’s different that you not only speak the truth but temporarily live it as well .You put down that mask you’ve had all along and be You for a change minus any inhibition whatsoever. 2 shots later Abu decided he just had to swim .So we were off to the swimming pool where a few impromptu lessons from Abu had us started. I don’t quite match up to Ian thorpe just yet but Damn! swimming is one hell of a hard deed...and to think some people do it just for kicks. It sure as hell took every kick out of me. However I found much needed consolation in the fact that Yash sucks straight to hell. He has 2 left flippers(..duh). Meanwhile in a desperate effort to redeem myself I ended up almost taking out the pool border and was left with a bruised arm and even more bruised ego. Few buckets of chlorine water heavier we decided finally decided swimming was not our thing and headed back to some more tequila. After the 4th shot, tongues began to wag merrily. Stories about our conquests up to this point combined with some choice expletives began to do the rounds. I felt like singing and luckily had the sense to bring along my Yamaha c 60 classic guitar and by this time, Mudi was already in his element. Personally I think none of us sung better than we did that day. The guys and me sang some old songs from our school days. it was a friggin study in atonal singing with overdone expressions.Im sure the people in the adjacent rooms had a great time. i didn’t ask them though. Maybe they would have gotten carried away in their appreciation that I might have lost a limb or two. Afterwards calls from our prides, wondering where their puttars are, started becoming more frequent. This is one of the umpteen varieties of shit you have to deal with when you’re staying with your family.IN KERALA!!!!! Sadly, the guys had to call it a day and that left me and Yash. We went over to the Thai restaurant and had our dinner(my first Thai cuisine experience btw and it was exquisite. All programs sponsored by Yash because I’m eternally broke) and caught up on lost time. He had recently opted out of a long term relationship and was partially free man. He had a novel on the line and some sundry other happenings as well. He was pretty excited about this scholarship thing. I was happy for him because on the flipside I’ve almost had it with my life here. There is pretty much nothing to look forward to here. I think kerala had this effect of ironing out everything that is unconventional and probably is best in you, cutting and fitting until you’re just about the right size, no extra flaps. nothing and you’re left with no other option other than to fit in and join the massive sea of humanity and basically live a humongous lie. Plus I’ve been on the receiving end of some pretty bad relationships etc etc. To sum it up I was not sitting very pretty these days. The next day was a lot better because just when we were about to leave I came upon this baby grand piano in the hotel lobby. Some impromptus later( you wish) which I think had the sweet chick at the reception impressed, we were off. All good things must invariably come to an end and some hugs and tc’s alter Yash was off; leaving me to bide my time here till something better happens. In the near future I hope….

Lets getchya upto speeeed!!!!!!!!

We need somebody to listen to us because we happen to be wired this way.There will always be this eternal craving for an audience that came with the eyes, nose and all other accessories. However good listeners are non existential these days..maybe they’re extinct much like the dodo and dinosaurs. This brings me to the whole point of why I started this blog. At first thought id go cliché by stating scrap like ‘I got up one morning and had nothing to do.hence I started a blog’…or it was raining outside.i couldn’t go out so started a blog...I started this blog because i wanted to chronicle the stuff that goes on in my mind thereby leave something around that might be fun to read a few years down the line because I believe memories are pretty underrated..and priceless!! So there.Plus some major inspiration from the Compulsive Confessor and her body of work.That babe knows her craft.With that kinda genepool to back you up, you better continue writing baby….

Lets get down to business shall we?Im going to make some official statements as to WHAT is the purpose of this Blog. This blog is going to be about my life and times as yours truly and his loyal group of friends crawl around trying to get somewhere in life. Sometimes we have reasons to laugh. Sometimes we end up on our collective asses. Most of the time we’re broke.But we love our life man(zero cash and all)..we don’t see it as much of a loss. But you cannot call it a loss because there was nothing to lose in the first place..This is gonna be the place where mE, Ad, JK , whole lot of other players are going hog some pseudo limelight.(ok I didn’t get what that meant but what the hell????)
I think ill begin by introducing the main players. I did some brain storming the other day at work and came up with a ‘brilliant idea’. The people you’re going to meet in this blog are going to be categorized like a hierarchy. Im right at the top of the chain because its my blog (evil grin flashing teeth buhahahaha) and then theres going to be another 2 – 3 levels. The second rung will house the secondary protagonists and the 3rd rung the filler cast. I’ll kinda start things off by introducing you to the top 2 levels and then call it a day (that’s because this intro thing didn’t go as well as I thought it would. Im losing my way around here.But since I wasted some serious time over this, im not going to leave it off like that.THIS POST WILL BE POSTED MACHUU……)

First of all theres good ol mE who’s a part time musician(instrument of choice=guitar)and aspiriring writer who just had to have his feet in too many boats and ended up nice and wet. I thought I was a science person and it took about 4 years of futile toiling and agonizing levels of mental strain to realize that i was not. Right now I play in a band. We call ourselves W.S (some idea the drummer came up with. Even now I don’t understand whats the logic behind the name. Maybe it came to him in one dazzling blaze of drunken glory). I also am a member of a ministry but that’s a touchy subject which will need some real compelling from within to make public.

Then theres Ad,the science guy with the crazy hairdo.This guy believes he’s a crazy scientist.At times I really think hes jus plain crazy.He has these ridiculous ideas from time to time people in their right mind would’nt try. But we go thru with it anyway .Sometimes we hit paydirt.sometimes just dirt..a LOT of it.Right now he's living his dream.Hes working as a scientist. Maybe he’ll come up with something that in time will save this world from the black hole it is in these days.

JK can be an entire novel all by himself. This is one hell of a guy. He was destined for great things. However he’s going thru this shitty phase at present.When JK was a lil' kid he realized that he had been born with an inborn gift;he understood music.When God sent you down, he remembered to pack in some stuff to make your stay down here worthwhile.You are born with these things.You cannot learn them however hard you try. For JK, music was like that. He was born with it. His gift for music is only matched by his organizing skills.Decent human being...

So that just about sums it up.Im not going to waste anymore time on this one.Its already too long-winded and mostly out of track...And im gonna crash for the day..