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.