transumptive "after" thoughts

They don’t call you crazy           When you are an accountant They don’t call you crazy           When you are a mechanic Nor do they call you crazy           If you are a doctor, an engineer, a carpenter or a cleaner But they call you crazy           When you make music for the soul When you create art from your mind… and not sell to the world           When you play the beat of the heart When you sing the song of the devil           Or when you surrender to the universe You are no different from me yet I am far away I touch you… feel you… understand you You touch me… well… can’t feel me For I am thin air… lost in the fair           Catch me if you can… touch me If you dare! In my defense... this was written in my sleep... well, i actually dreamt this! If it doesn't make much sense, now you know why :p

There are no limits No boundaries Free yourself Of all that's materialistic For tomorrow is yet to come Mind over body Peace over war Humanity over technology Obey your soul For tomorrow is yet to come This is my world today Chaotic and noisy I wish for serenity For the children of tomorrow For tomorrow is yet to come

Its a war Thrz fire all around Thy r singing The song of the dead Its victorious The people of peace & calm Let thr be celebrations For DMT & LSD Death be to the demon Leave my tribe be

So Doha has less shops as opposed to Dubai… they may even be really tiny comparatively, but hats off to their services. Very recently I was travelling to Qatar (I know its not the most exciting country, but duty calls – family duties) for “my partner in crimes” cousins engagement rituals. Yes, for those who are puzzled, Hindus have a ritual for practically everything, including engagements. We were travelling with my adorably cool maternal grand-ma… when I say cool, I really mean it, but not a smoking/drinking way cool, she is cool by nature… now, she is an old lady (which I never fail to remind her, though she wont accept the fact :p) who has innumerous problems. She is quite active, but lately her knees are giving her hell, which means she cant walk a lot (though she still danced for my cousins mehendi). Now, coming back to why I feel Doha airport was better than Dubai airport. 1               At Dubai airport when we asked for a wheel-chair it took them AGES to pro

Will I never cease to meet such people? I was having a few drinks with friends, well, not mine, but my man’s friends. I met another gentleman who just believes in Hinduism blindly. Now, just to clear the air, I’m not against ignorant people, but I do object when they try to sell their ignorance to me. Did you really expect me to buy that story? Somehow, during the final meal (the most precious meal of all, food after alcohol), we touched on the topic of a particular painting. The painting of Arjun on his rath. For those who don’t know what I’m talking about here’s a pic. Now, the story I was told by this gentleman of blind faith, is if you keep this painting at your residence it will be the cause of fights between the father and son of the house. And that is also the reason why most Hindu’s don’t keep this in their house. So am I to conclude that those who don’t have such a painting in their house have blissfully pe

I realize how controversial this subject can get, however, since comments to my column are not really allowed, you are welcome to have an open conversation with me on twitter. During a recent chat, over the weekend, with this pregnant lady, whom I usually meet but never really speak to, we touched on the topic of her really greasy hair, which she is now losing. Well, if you are from a conservative Hindu family I’m sure you must have heard of the fact that Hindu women, when pregnant, are not allowed to wash their hair for the first 7 months of their pregnancy (icky, but true). I really got interested in the subject, as I’m to marry soon and a baby will follow sooner a later, so I asked a few elders around. One of the explanations I received is mentioned below: “The birth of a child is also considered to be the re-birth of our ancestors. By washing her hair, the lady is also washing away any soul who wishes to enter the baby.” I wasn’t particularly satisfied with t

By now I'm damn sure this subject has been covered by many. However, I don’t mean to say anything good or bad about the metro service… because no matter what people say, it’s the most useful God-blessed service for me (I don’t drive). Anyway, this is about the chandelier hanging on at the Khalid Bin Al Waleed Station. Has no one ever noticed it? As I seem to recall, of all that I read about the Dubai metro, no one commented on its interior decoration… rather unbelievable! In any case, below is a snap I took from my phone. Unfortunately, it’s not as clear as required, nor is it detailed to my satisfaction, but it’ll have to do for now… My first thought, first image to my mind, as soon as I saw the chandelier was – a bunch of used hanging condoms… am I not spot on? Look closely… Well, on doing some research I learnt that they were trying to depict a jelly fish… only it looks more like a bunch of used-n-abused condoms!

Everyday cannot be Sunday… but then again, every 7 days it can be right? I’ll understand if someone thinks the above line is lame… but that’s the point! Why sulk when there is a positive side to life? Recently, my man and I were discussing about a particular set of people (elite) who give lame excuses to prove how unhappy their life is. How they worry so much about money more than anything else. How they feel that they weren’t able to achieve anything in life… blah blah blah. This got him and me thinking about our achievements. Mind you, neither he nor I are from well-off families. We belong to the vast majority of middle class families where we just manage to make ends meet. Where buying something from Jimmy Choo is a far-away thought and would require a pocket-money-saving of 4 months, instead just make do with Marks & Spencer. But then, we aren’t complaining… we are happy, contended, and yes, most definitely working towards having a better future. But not complaini

If you ever want to be talked about similar to a prostitute, I’d suggest that person to be work as a freelancer for an event management company. You’ll be referred to as a price tag and called upon based on availability and need! As much as there is a downside… which, mind you, is way stronger than the up side can ever be… there happens to be a few good ups to being a freelancer as well! Let me get into the details of it in a while. I’m writing this whilst working at an event in the Go Dolphin Ballroom of Emirates Towers. The entrance roof is made of glass… can you even begin to imagine what an idiot must the architect have been to make a glass roof in Dubai? And an even bigger idiot is the man who approved the glass finishing! As much as its pretty, did they just conveniently forget that Dubai is, in reality, a desert? Oh well, I’ll just mark that one as one of the downs of working as a freelancer! Now to really sell off the up side of working as a freelancer

Below is a story that was originally written (by me only) on 28/02/2007, only publishing it late. Hope you like it! When the last of the guests left, I went back into the hall to feel the emptiness that’s not only in the room but also inside me. It’s strange how even a house full of people can also make you feel so lonely. Sometimes I would just wake up to see if I really am as alone as I feel, only to find a warm body breathing steadily beside me, so very peaceful, so much unlike me. Does anyone else feel what I feel? Has anyone in the house noticed? I crept downstairs into the library; I fixed myself a drink from the leftovers on the bar, picked up the book that I had seen him read. He looked so much interested & lost in it. I had walked past him twice to make him notice me. But he didn’t. Not that I’m surprised, I don’t even look into the mirror anymore, in the fear that maybe I’m really invisible! I couldn’t read a word, so I just finished my drink, lit up a

Certain stories are difficult to start. Even though you intend to relay it word-by-word, some stories are difficult to express unless you are a writer of high caliber. Please be assured, I’m not one of those and shall do my levels best to put this simply, minus the confusion! Before I even as much as begin with the story, I just want to ask all the readers if they’ve ever had a repetitive dream or nightmare… I’m a person who believes that dreams have a meaning… if anyone else also believes in the same, care to interpret this one for me? Allow me to provide you with a brief synopsis of what happened sometime before I slept off as I think its related to the nightmare I had last night… As most of you know, my cousin is currently in town from Doha. We spend shit-loads of time together… however, this story is to do with my nightmare, therefore won’t get into that. We had to meet up a common friend of ours at Starbucks (SB) in Al Ghurair. He picked us up in a White Toyot