This is a long pending post

Wrong People
WHAT was I thinking?
Strikes now.
Two years?
“I will Survive – Cake”
Mp3 Players are a loner’s best friend
Fake smiles
and pledges
Internal scorns
Fake plastic Moments
Headphones

Beer
Lots of it
People again
Shut them out.
I wish!
Beer
More
Golden
Ditto. Sand
Green
Deeper Green
Strangers
Hash
Free
Highs
Induced or not.
Strumming
Far away
Acquaintances?
I am sure.
Now
Finally
Yorke helps
Shutters come down
Finally
Fake plastic….
Maybe!


Overnight
Buses
Window Views
Night shawl
Trucks
Star spangled shit* (Night)
Morning
Sunk in?
Not yet.
Bounce into reality

I will be back
Alone.


* - Nods.. directed at Polson and Jinks, Fellow band members.

Like That Only!

So, New graffiti is here. This one was for Brian.Retrad!I had a really 'Arty-Cool' plan for this one but unfortunately OTH finished downloading at that precise moment. Sometimes basketball playing, highschool teenaged, guitar strumming fathers are more appealing than Facebook Graffiti or Polson. It's life.
(Eh, I will do something better than that for you)



So, Look, comment (or don't comment) and buzz of!

Singspirations

I am on warm milk and laxatives...



Latesht Graffiti from world famous Rajkumar cut out painter - Naik.
I like Nirvana, This one is for Jinks because she dreams of Kurt being bad in bed.

I hate the fact that my right hand refuses to be steady when i do this Graffiti thingie. A pain it is I tell you!, I feel like i have taken my first steps to becoming "The shrivelled old lady with the cats living in Whitefield whe yells at street urchins". Quivering hands! Bah!

Somethings are just not meant to be.. I would'nt know.

Untitled # 1

I guess it’s a little more than evident, from the three posts below that I am very capable of award winning, critically acclaimed writing. “Why, Thank you! This award goes out to ALL my fans… my mother; love you mum, my mentor Medha Goyal…. The Nepali watchman on Airport Road… The waiters in Pecos…” Point put across I guess. Anyways, point of post is that in the recent past due to severe lack of Chavara and some disturbing commonality in a trivial aspect of Jinks’s and my life I got addicted to Facebook Graffiti. So, during a real good session of Rage Against The Machine I drew this on Graffiti with a very unsteady hand. I don’t know if I like it. For the few people who land up on this blog and think my writing is illegible it reads – Peace is a bitch, then you die. Yes, I lack creativity. I also like to call it Untitled # 1 because it’s cool to have you work named ‘Untitled # 34,678,4300,7’ and the likes. So, any name suggestions and thoughts are welcome.

Of course Naik can write profound poetry..

(Strums guitar… puts on Ginsberg voice)

I got Choped
Its not what I had hoped
So I sit here
With no beer

It was supposed to be
The maid, the dog and me
I had it planned
Everything is banned

Chicken Pox came
It is the one to Blame
By now I would be alone
And the dog would have his bone

Five more months it is
Then I’ll have much needed bliss
Jinks will give kai I know,
for writing Limited Edition scripts for Saville Row.

In five months I need an apartment
I don’t think I can afford the rent

Now Polson will stop blackmail I hope
This one’s for you bitch
Once more you decide to make me literary.. I’ll throw you in a Malleshwaram ditch



p.s. Jinks is Nehal ‘Gujju’ Shah.. No, I don’t use code words… I think it is stupid. As if the darned nincompoop is not aware of you talking about her/him. It’s a Blog. Not a FBI top-secret file. For better rant on Codewords/names refer to Jinks’s Blog.

Now Fuck off already..

Bohemian Dreams - part one.

Have you ever dreamt of that perfect place? With the pristine sands and no sense of pretence attached to it. I did, and finally found it in Gokarna. I fell in love with that darn place through photographs and memory strings of others. (Eh, This could actually become a bollywood story) Anyways, I am going finally! with some other people. People who i feel will never understand Gokarna. But this is'nt about people, its about a love story - Mine and my obsession with a place. I feel good to just have people linger on the borderlines and forget rudimentary life for three days and immerse myself in hash and sand.

I haven't packed. We still dont have a place to rest our drunken selves. Sometimes i wish i was going alone. Sometimes i wish i could meet Bob Dylan outside college. Sometimes i wish i never had to wish.

This trip better kick ass.

Blank

Pretty inappropiate for a first post i guess. but what can i say? I still fail to comprehend why are my fingers are running over keys on my keyboard. I could by no means maintain the old blog - (documenteddoodles). Yes! i have murdered it. ( Su, stop giving disapproving looks). What on earth am i doing at 12:33 AM creating a new one? I am going to murder it anyways like its predecessors. So lets just see how long will this one survive.

oh, and Thom Yorke is God!