Of Square Pieces and Round Holes

There is only one problem with square pieces and round holes. They don't fit. Their individual existences are undoubtedly justified but one superimposed on another makes for some uncomfortable friction.
               For a twenty-something not really out of his teens guy trying to find his niche, the pressure can sometimes be, subtly put, crushing. The funny thing is, it doesn't have to be this marauding. Life, I feel, is like a lego set. It consists of slotting together the pieces in a very logical way; only, you're not given the blueprints.  It is possible though, unless it is being done by spastic parents. Then all you end up with are broken spline shafts and lost fastening nuts. Then your lego is irreversibly flawed and will never be complete. But life isn't cut and dry like that . It is organic. You can still build a meaningful future in spite of all the jagged form and abandoned loops.
              Grade 4 rapids lie ahead in waiting and I might have a punctured shaft. But as long as my faculties are intact, I can make it across the finish line. After all, it's only me that has to cross, not my raft. I think we're idealistic in our childhood because we'd never grow up to be the people that we are if we were born cynics. A little blind hope never hurt anyone.

iDRAW cartoons

Since this is turning into a blog about me and my escapades, it's only fair you get to know me and what the craziness stems from. As a kid i reveled in retarded cartoons. I am weasel was right up there. i used to watch hours of Ed,Edd and Eddy in spite of the fact that i didn't understand it at all. So as i first took to drawing i thought i'd start with cartoons...these are some i drew in my spare time.

Triple whammy!!

Interesting day except for the fact that I ended up with a bruised ankle, palm and ego. The ankle and palm don't smart near as much as the ego.

I've got to admit, I didn't wake up feeling so hot about myself but I still figured my friend and I'd pull through our baddy match in the evening. We were playing her sis and bro-in-law. Me, playing club football and naturally athletic, felt it'd be a breeze. I've got inflamed tendons in my left ankle but I'm good enough with a racquet..... Or so i thought!

We won one out of seven or so matches we played! ....And i think they were taking it easy that match after winning the first two. But that's the only inch of space we got. My ankle was getting worse by the point and skinning my palm didn't help matters, but this was a court i'd never lost on before! Here i was being shown up by two people I'd clearly under-estimated. My friend was at her animated best with her gesturing and 'colourful' speech. It grows on you.

I don't know if it was the sleep-deprivation, the general lethargy that consumes my life or the debilitating ankle, but my game was way wayyy off. The points we won were a combination of my partner's shots and unforced errors on our opponent's part. They  used the two things they have over us, height and intelligence. Either he'd bury the shuttle or she'd catch us wrong-footed. Not to say either didn't the other, but this was the general trend.It was a fiasco. I need to sleep this off. I hope the doc gives me good news tomorrow. I am in desperate need of a pick-me-up.

photos of expedition-chennai :D

the orange sunrise!! 

one of chennai's many 'classy' joints

wedding :D

the life of the party..

drum n bass (tamil style)

sasha, my cousin's dog and her brother's snake-food

where i penned the first post :D

I love train journeys. They marinate your brain in the in the juices of the universes.
I remember leaving the house with a fierce confidence that i've left something behind. but that soon subsided and i was eager to get on the train. nothing crushes spirit like the rank poverty you are witness to at the train station. i felt for the man missing his appendages and sanity.
I see a woman roughly my age with an old lady hovering around her like a one man helicopter rescue team. i wondered if the girl's dropping the grandmom or the granddaughter the grandmom. either ways my attention is  diverted as my train pulls into the platform and a man is clinging to the outside of the door frame like a real-life james bond. i understand how people might be overwhelmed by india.
i fall asleep at 9 only to wake at midnight. i rummage through my bag to find a bar of chocolate i know is stashed away somewhere. we're trundling through a large dark abyss with only clusters of light far in the horizon. i remember travelling with my mom as a small child staring out into the distance lost in rambling thought. the lights would be precious stones smattered against an infinity beyond the glass. today they were just two villages on either end of the window .i garnered a sense of how large the city i was visiting was for it would join both the villages and extend still further. a humbling sensation trickle through every fibre in my body.
i wake up at dawn to find myself parked next to a freight train. it's silhouette against an orange sunrise is a sight to behold.
tall eucalyptus trees line every small station we don't stop at.
apparently the girl and the helicopter aren't related and she is exactly the same age as me, well almost. but we start talking and last 6 hours breeze by. we decide to stay in touch and i prove chivalry is not dead as i help her with her bags and wait for my liaison committee to find it's way to me.
we drive to my accommodation in the evening stickiness as we cross multitudes of slow roasted south indians.
i feel like i'm living in Bikini Bottom, it's so humid over here. i am literally breathing through water and filtering out the air.
i get ready to go out for dinner. little do i know it's going to be an eventful night.