Friday, May 11, 2007

I'm tagged

Every now and then, polite and well-meaning friends tag me. This time its none other than Snake Anthony, a very very dear friend of mine. And so it goes, I will now reveal to you my 5 terrible truths.

1) I mentioned this a very long time ago, I wonder if it was exactly here, or another blog when I had first started, that one crashed, a real horror show. It really doesn't matter now, does it? Well to spare you the David Copperfield or the Holden Caulfield-trash, I have actually seen ghosts. I used to rather, not the Sixth Sense fashion honestly. While I slept in those sultry nights in a distant desert called Ajmer, in an old fashioned school, below a slow-fan, where water would turn warmer than piss, we had to walk in the middle of night to the water cooler. So it was a one windy electrictyless night in April, when I woke from a torrid chain of dreams. I rushed to drink water, but on my way back to the room I spotted a junior walking in the corridors that were reserved for only the seniors (a tradition if not followed meant hockey sticks). A fresh senior, I thought I'd rather stop and wait for him, cursing his stupid nerve. Dear readers, only a foot away the boy disappeared. I really wasn't scared, but it was quite freaky. The same night I dreamt of a batch mate of mine who had died in holidays, I still remember the way he walked looking at all of us.

2) We all go through a time in our life when we question the existence of God. Of course we're really no Nietzsche, but there's certainly a point when we defy the good lord. If not defy, sometimes we almost kill them. To be honest, I have a very confused perception. It's quite an irony, I mean, isn't religion man's first seduction before television. So I believe in it, some of it, very little of it, enough of it to keep me content. It's a belief, I guess, call it what you want.

3) My country depresses me, actually the entire humanity does. No Swiftian song and dance here, the trouble with the world is that it can't make up its mind. Happiness doesn't exist and it's overrated, and people never progress, the whole Sisyphean drill. What's the point of it all? And the basic principle of humanity is selfishness, whoever you are Gandhi or Mother T, if you suit your purposes (be it it for others even), is a terrible work of misunderstanding. I don't fantasise death, but life is as terrible as our office loos.

4) Most people find Jim Morrison overrated, but I have to admit that most Morrison fans overrate themselves. At one tedious and treacherous point in my life, I read every written word about and by him, his music was like Sir Ludwig Van for Alex. I have to admit, however you hate or love the matter of fact (depending on your politics), that the man was a genius. People confuse him largely with a brilliantly acted but wrongly portrayed film, The Doors by Stone. Morrison's music, poetry and intelligence stretched beyond time, it got cocky in a time commercialisation was still a whorehouse born child.

5) I used to be a poet. Now I bullshit. It's all a sham, really.

I tag:
Exile, Diamonds & Rust, The Dude, Dead Flowers and Devilled.

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13 Comments:

Blogger Sassy Satan said...

Really? Can anything be as terrible as those loos?
From being a poet to someone who bullshits? That's quite a transformation.

11:59 PM, May 11, 2007  
Blogger catmiester said...

u make me contemplate.

I went for a meeting with colleagues n came across all smart... n i knew... inside... it was a sham.
n there was a time I used to actually question everything, n now I just know when to cook up a question.

I wonder how many fakes there are out there. It's as if the personality is fading instead of becoming sharper with time

12:21 AM, May 12, 2007  
Blogger Vatsala said...

"Most people find Jim Morrison overrated, but I have to admit that most Morrison fans overrate themselves."

Truth in there.And yes, I do feel Stone took it a bit too far.Rather black and whitish.

3:09 PM, May 12, 2007  
Blogger xanjukta said...

peotry to bullshit... confessions??? Am gonna try and see you in delhi next week and sort you out...
i know it sounds ominous coming from me.. but i mean no harm...

6:14 PM, May 12, 2007  
Blogger LostLittleGirl said...

Jai ree.. I have heard this water cooler story so many times, but I trust you not to bullshit, so self finally believes it.
And I love you for upholding Jim..muahhh

10:53 AM, May 14, 2007  
Blogger whitelight said...

Dude, you really saw a ghost?! Yeah, there were too many ghost stories floating around. But I never managed to spot one. Went for late night trips to art school and museum area a few times.

Which house are you talking about?

3:27 PM, May 14, 2007  
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3:48 PM, May 14, 2007  
Blogger whitelight said...

Colvin house was freaky man. Especially going to the bogs in the middle of the night. That house felt like a true house of horror.

3:49 PM, May 14, 2007  
Blogger oliver said...

that last point could've been true of me too, just that i pretend that it's not. which makes it truer.

5:52 PM, May 14, 2007  
Blogger Hanedin said...

The bit about Morrison, true. I could not agree more. But a poet to a person who bullshits, sometimes I wonder, isn't it essentially the same thing?

6:45 PM, May 14, 2007  
Blogger The Dude said...

Nice one man... good read..loved the observation on the morrison fans, spot on!
Youre right that youre not a poet (at least not in the conventional sense) but Im sure all youre compatriots here would agree with me that you have a lyrical and poetic way of threading together your words.

thanks loads for the tag, but just got tagged recently and not sure i want to do another.. ill think it over and get back to ya..

Cheers...

1:43 PM, May 15, 2007  
Blogger jerry said...

sassy: it really isn't. poetry are a string of words, the deeper they cut you the beatuiful they are considered. the variation depends, different people react differently.

cat: like i was saying, it's all a sham. you believe what you want, and you disregard everything else. in the end truth turns suicidal. it's how you look at it, and compare.

vatsala: ditto :)

xanjukta: it's good to know you're back. :)

lostlittlegirl: muah

whitelight: i was in jaipur dude. dude colvin was freaky never really like the darn place, no offence. dude, the first time i saw one in between colvin and oman. freaky.

oliver: cheers!

hanedin: it's how you see it.

the dude: cheers!

2:05 PM, May 15, 2007  
Blogger Snake Anthony said...

Heyyy. I didn't know you had obliged me. :) How true, I will never grow out of The Doors either. Nothing can be quite as haunting as 'there is the known and the unknown and in between are The Doors.' Really.

10:32 PM, May 23, 2007  

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