Thursday, March 12, 2009

A rambling wrinkle

I'm getting sick of the whole blog thing, i never know what to say. I'm not going to tell you about my ridiculously pointless and boring life because you don't care. I'm DYING to write one of those informative opinionated intelligent posts about current affairs, but i don't know very much about them. i also wanted to write a warped, messed up post about global warming, full of wrong information, and then hope some kid doing an environment project happens to come across it, and fails because of me. but then i though that would be mean. I'm sleepy, and i have a ton of studying to do. sigh.
i re-read the Second Coming today. i like Yeats a lot. he has some soul, and he knew how to write about what. we've all felt like that, but not in so many words. i loved the first half of the concept of the gyre. i googled it, and its deliciously complicated.
the "gyre" is this concept, this fantastical vortex, that represents a span of time. to be brutally simplistic. and it spins and spins, and spins and spins, and like a top, slowly begins to spin out of control. what i want to know is, this gyre thing, is it like a tornado? you cant really conceptualize it, because its intangible, its time really. so what if time doesn't tick, it spins? time is a gyre, and sometimes, in some moments, it spins out of control. suppose we don't take it in the context of an apocalypse. but on a smaller scale. sometimes, doesn't it seem like time is a bit off centre? moments can stretch for longer than they should, hours can pass by in lightning flashes. what is time really? the fourth dimension and all that. but time is a gyre, and its warps and twists can never really be understood by something as complicated as a human. A Wrinkle in Time was a beautiful book. not so wonderfully written, but when i read it, it was so different from all the other fantasy stories that i fell in love with it. the witches travelled by "tessering", or in their words, "wrinkling" time. its a bit odd how many different ways we humans come up with to conceptualize things. we have this insatiable thirst to have everything figured out, and will keep thinking, and then having babies who will continue our thinking when we're gone, just to make sure that the world is constantly shifting and whirling and confusing itself in order to give us some more to think about.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

I Stole the Colours from your Sky

The musty red of the swirling dust
The fresh warm brown scent of the rainy earth
The gentle whiff of moonlight.
The opalescent yellow glow of the last streetlamp
The tinny metallic harshness
Of that abandoned corrugated iron sheet
Rusting into oblivion
In a myriad of specked orange.

That forgotten shade of red
That isn’t found in apples or roses
But is twice as deep and beautiful;
The deepest aquamarine
That is found in the depth of the sea
In that perfect instant
When the sunlight lets off its tiniest glimmer.
That gorgeous silvery glow of happiness
In the dark-woman’s eyes
That no-one notices
Because the rest of her is colourless
The gentle warm yellow
Of the streetcat’s eyes
As it lurks in the murky dank blankness.
The sky at sunset-
Not where the sun dips
But behind you
The riot of blues indigos grays and purples
With the tiniest smidgens of orange and pink…
I stole all those colours from you sky
Because you've never seen them
I stole the colours from your sky
And you didn’t even know
Your world turned into shiny plastic
Into the perfect blend of primaries
Because
I stole the depth of the colours from your sky
and painted my world
into Heaven.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

The Edible Rainbow [Desna :)]

She reached out her hand.
A delicate, translucent vision of divine flesh, as it moved with infinite grace, and dulled its surroundings in its pale radiance. She reached out her pale hand, and with the tip of her finger, touched the sky, where a gentle ripple of infatuation spread over the cosmos. Her soft touch sent the stars cascading to her feet, with sparkling sighs of ecstasy. She smiled at the little stars as they ululated in adoration, and burst into the brilliance of supernovas, as they gave up every ounce of their being to her.
Her hand reached again into the sky, the stars were not what she coveted. She parted the skies gently, and they opened their heart to her with satiny smoothness. The Sun, the most majestic of all, glowed as bright as he could, but she passed him by with a condescending smile. The planets spun into a frenzy of ecstasy, and whirled and twinkled into bursts of brightness, and spun the universe into a vortex of euphoria. She stood still.
In the midst of the whirling swirling madness of the universe, as it unleashed everything it had upon her, simply craving for her touch, she stood still, and time stood still beside her. It breathed gently into her ears, as the whistling madness of her surroundings dimmed and whirled itself into oblivion, and like a curtain being whisked away, vanished to reveal a blank expanse of existence, with her in its midst.
Her heavenly hand began to grope frantically. her eyes gleamed with hunger, as it gnawed at her belly, and clawed into the vastness.
and then she saw it.
Her urgency dimmed, her complacency returned.
She moved slowly towards it. Tucked away in the corner of the yawning white blankness, she saw the last step towards her goal.
She reached out her delicate, translucent hand, and lifted it gently, as it pulsated softly, powerfully.
She lifted it to her mouth, and slowly began to savour what she had searched for.
Violet. gentle serenity, powerful, fragrant beauty. her eyes closed with delight, at the depth of the flavours..
Indigo. deep, violent, yet calm and benign..
Blue. gentle, playful, light and teasing. Her eyes lit up with delight, and gleamed with triumph.
Green, fiery, peppery delight; soothing freshness.
Yellow. soft, squishy mellowness, delicious warmth.
Orange, sour brightness, rebellious vibrancy. she couldn't swallow it in one gulp, she forced it down her throat as it did its best to bursts onto the blank vastness.
Red. her eyes gleamed, and her graceful hand clawed at the colour desperately. her eyes reflected the depth of the burnished red, as she slowly swallowed, savouring every mouthful.
Vivid, sensual, dangerous flavours mingled in her mouth, as the blankness dissolved into Nothing.
She stood alone in Nothing, with time slowly vanishing, its breath growing shorter and shorter. she had eaten the rainbow, flooded the cosmos, and destroyed the universe.
And she stood in the centre of the fast-vanishing reality, with the rainbow undulating and pulsing in her belly, as the world faded,
Forever.

don't bother.

i can't really decide what this should be about. i doubt if anyone except the bored people who know me will end up reading this, so i don't think it matters much anyway.

so this isn't going to be pseudo-intellectual, I'm not very intellectual I'm just reasonably intelligent. it isn't going to be poetry (though there might be some of that later), because, well, I'm not very good at writing it.

maybe i can write about how the magazine is driving me crazy and MUN seems like a pointless joke that no one understands. but you don't really care, do you.

i could write about how I'm going to go up to the terrace and watch the sun set behind the ridiculously massive palm trees that most definitely do not belong on a driveway of a five storey house in chanakya puri, but it really is quite beautiful and since I'm in a rude sort of mood i don't want to ruin it for you.

i could tell you how excited i am about the holi party as i will hopefully have a fun holi after fourteen years of un-fun ones (holi with bhawani, holi with unknown people, holi with bhawaniX10, holi being dumped, etc), but since you all have heard about that already, i wont.

i could tell you about the stupid little pigeons that keep trying to build nests on my windowsill and having their heart broken every time the not-so-intelligent domestic help opens the windows.

or maybe, i could just shut up, and wait until i have something real to say.