Currently in search of an authentic rubics cube.

Say no to plasic.

99 Bottles..

There comes a point in time, a specific moment,
called the point of regret.

Which is only followed by the point of complete regret.

After which you tell yourself, 'I have no regrets.'
[... this happens alot when you've had one too many drinks.]

Repeat step two.

Cheers Gavin.

:p

The Goan Mother

He dripped with salty beads of wisdom or tea,
a couple of which landed squarely in my left eye.
He drove fast.

She, had not been back here, back home in over two years.
And waited for her chance to explode in the language of her youth.

And so the moment arrived.
She quickly hopped into the first
taxi available and rattled away with an
accomplished sense of being in the vernacular.

He briefly smiled at her in the rear view mirror,
and proceeded to tell her that he is from kerala
looking at the stirring wheel sensing the humour of it all.

- [Porvory, Goa]

Turtle Power!

Secret Ninja searching for work.
Does Stake-outs, makes a lot of karate noises.
Likes the colour green, and the tonight show with Jay Leno.

Currently on vacation, indefinitely.

Ps - [Does the odd assassination]
Redundantely yours,
- Me

Ah! Nostalgia, Minus the Thumb

He was small.
He loved pulling his socks up to his knees, and sucking his thumb.

He stood on the old wooden round table in his brothers t-shirt, climbing
the tallest tree in his head and pointing at people with his other hand.
He wished he had three hands, so that he wouldn't have to remove his
thumb from his mouth. Fumbling at intervals to pop another yellow gem
into his mouth and continue on his adventure. He didn't like girls,
so he hid his favourite pair of shoes from them.

Somewhere in there; behind the plain exterior and layers of
thought, caution and defense that now surround him.

Remains a child searching for a taller tree.

Casualty Of Society

She was different. New.
A year later she disappeared.

All that was left was the mould that resembled who she was.
The exception she represented, now conformed
to a prison that boasts no bonds. So unaware, so lost
in who she swore not to become.

Whats your good name?

After some serious thought, and years of hearing my
name pronounced in ways it was never meant to be pronounced,
I've decided to adopt a good name, it being Trooper John, no relation.

I would go with Sian meaning sheep impression, but Trooper John
speaks for itself. It avoids questions like, what are you?
and where are you going?

I suggest that you all find a suitable good name if your passing
through India, because the majority of the curious engaging public
choose to ask for this specific name.

[Kiran, i'm still ignoring your made-up explaination]

Next week, Superhero names..