my skin and my hair for too long

Skin and Hair. Biodegradabledead c e  l   l    s.

Skin and Hair begin vertical descent,  with the shake of the bathroom rug, destined to fall from a height of three stories, but swept off course by a wind that intercepts mid-way.

Skin and hair coat skin and hair- on the freckled beaming face of a boy with his face embracing the evening sun, sprawled starfish-like upon the green seabed below, on hair; of his shaggy lanked-haired companion, who gives a sneeze and a bark.

“That must be Mum. She’s discovered we’re not home. She’s looking for us now dude.”

Canine ears rise and flop, wet black snout sets itself upon the warm upperarm of his beloved human.

“You’re no good at this.  This running-away thing – you suck buddy. I know its dinnertime, but this is serious business! Issues to be dealt with.”

A strong gust ensues, carrying dead skin and hair off for another dance in the wind – scaly transluscent particles are dotting the space, stringy lines that slice the air, dust,soil,gravel, everything rising in a heady blend, swirling around in peaceful harmony. Skin and hair. Elated of a freedom after so long.

Filed under: written word

Working Title: Like a Human Bulletin

What’s in the name? Its a new blog project that will profile people. The human spirit. The everyday man. Sometimes, they are even less conspicuous than the common man, you hardly notice them. The premise is that we live in a world with an infinite variety of our species. Everyone is special. And I want to know how. Its a world where people make the news, the political is personal. So you’re like a Karang-guni, only you collect personalities? Not the commonly perceived ‘personality’, but yes, snippets of a sea of people. What motivates you? There are many people whom I would like a chance to speak with. Each new voice is an alternative way of thinking. There are many things that I would like to do- but would seem ridiculous. So I need an excuse. This will be the excuse. Look out for it! Better: Remind me.

Filed under: quirks, written word

The Anti-Friday-13th

And Friday the 13th, just isn’t Friday the 13th when your luck doesn’t change.

I believe that today, my luck just turned for the better. Its a start.

The world is not ideas, rich boy; the world is no place for dreamers and their dreams; the world little Snotnose; is things. Things and their makers rule the world… For things, the country is run. Not for People.

-Midnight’s Children, Salman Rushdie.

Filed under: daily grind, moronics

you thought peaches were yellow

I sit here tonight. Wondering about destiny. If I believe I have a far greater destiny- but I consider sitting here throughout life, Will destiny manifest? What do you mean it doesn’t work like that?

myth: I thought going to nepal (then) was a sabbatical, a youthful impulse I had to give in to

fact: Going to nepal is not an abrupt youthful diversion- or it maybe it was, but it is now the harbinger for my life.

myth: I wanted to change an unfair world

fact: I wanted to observe an unfair world- now I dont know what else to do.

myth: I’ve been job-hunting.

fact: I’ve been having conversations with the self, intense, circular conversations.

myth: peaches are yellow and burst forth in sweet syrup birth from cans of goodness

fact: peaches are fragrant, fuzzy and  the lightest cream with red hearts when cut open

myth: everything happens for a reason, they happen to you and specifically to you

fact: I dont know how to right that myth.

Filed under: musings