!!....Infleson...!!


There are some things in life you never forget. Moments you savor, that remain fresh in memory even years later, and bring on those nostalgic train of thoughts. In case you're wondering why I'm getting so 'peeter' and 'feelingse' its because I can't think of how to start this new damn post. Writer's block, they call it. Mine is the size of a darned mountain. Okay, back to the topic.

I still remember the first time I entered the world of Bakya... pretty late, just after my Class 12, considering the fact that most of my pals spent their entire lives there. It was this kind of magical place where you could eat, and eat, and eat, and there was still no way on Earth that you would go bankrupt.

Anish and I took a stroll down Arya Gowda Road once after watching a movie at his place, and I was so ravenously hungry that he suggested that we grab a bite at some place he called "Baghya". I was like, "What?", having spent all my money on Hot Chips the previous four years.

"Its a good place, dude. Very cheap, they give you loads to eat... ", he said.

Now, if you want advice on where to eat and what to eat, ring up good old Anees, as we call him. At a Hundred and Four kilos, he's spent all his life gulping down junk food from around the city. There's never a better connoisseur of food, and he's got all the good places indexed. The guy used to walk around high school, bragging about the way he dug into six different delicacies and four drinks on a single evening at West Mambalam. You might call him an extreme dhanda-soru or vekkam-keta-janmam, but nothing penetrates that bulky exterior. Okay, back to the topic.

So I entered Baghya, (or Bakya, as the name goes), and one bite of the luscious Aloo Chat was enough to convince me that this was heaven on Earth. Being a lecherous bastard, I had always imagined heaven to be a bright sunny world filled with partially dressed beautiful women who sat on my lap and popped strawberries and grapes into my mouth at regular intervals. Now I could see heaven as a dimly lit place filled with the sound of hissing oil, clanging metal, and delicious aroma of softly simmering Panneer Butter Masala. Bakya was all this and more.

It had the reputation of being phenomenally overcrowded, but we guys always caught a spot to sit and enjoy our food. It was the domain of the 'Gangs', the vetti school pasanga, the tharudhala college group, the high school self proclaimed rowdy groups, the englipis-speaking cooling glass-wearing NRI buggers, and the occasional Mama or Maami.

It was the first place to address the problem of giving 'treats'. If a guy caught you off-guard on your birthday or on some occasion and demanded: "Machan...! Treat!"

You could give him that yo-yo confident smile and say, "Sure da. Saindharam Bakya vaa.."

Aah, those were the days.

Anyways the other day I caught Anish wandering mindlessly in 7th avenue, bumping into passing vehicles, walking right into puddles of mud without even bothering to see where he was headed. For a moment there, I thought he was drunk. And then, the cogs started working in my brain. Anish? Drunk? Sheesh. No way. So I crossed the road quickly and caught up with him, saying "Dude, what happened??"

I hadn't seen the guy this serious since they shut down my school canteen due to lack of funds. He looked at me vaguely for a moment. For a second he didn't recognize me, then he starting muttering incomprehensibly: " Bakya... Paneer Fried Rice.. 38..."

The world crashed around me. All of a sudden, the world went silent, and nothing mattered anymore. My marks, the bike, the incomplete assignments, they all seemed so trivial. Turned out, Inflation was the culprit. Bleddy Manmohan Singh, the bun-vaayan in the turban, was the black mark. When the news channels were screaming about the rise in inflation and price rise, I was like, "So what, man?". Now I knew exactly what it was.

May the UPA government rest in peace. Amen.

Damn, all this typing has made me hungry again. Gotta hit Bak- no wait, I cant. *Sigh* Free...
Posted on 5:30 AM by CkisgoD and filed under | 11 Comments »

`Deep Shit`


They say life is just a cycle.

The wheel of life keeps rotating, and when it goes up, its bound to come down. Which makes me seriously doubt it, cuz my life seems to be pretty much stuck at the bottom half of the deadly cycle shit. Life was not by any means gr8 during the hols, spent some vetti times with pals... that was the highlight, everything else was pretty much okay.

And then my hols ended and college started... same old shit, new flavor, more like.

Fate, or rather, the karma of my Semesters struck around the wee hours of the 4th of June. And Jesus, was it a bolt from the blue.

Then started the steady decline of events. It was beautiful, in a violently brutal sort of way. Things falling apart, breaking down, happen with such precise detail, that for a moment you are totally mesmerized by them.

Lost the bike that had been promised for me, long ago, by my family. In something that I didn't foresee, I lost my watch due to sheer negligence, turns out getting a new one isn't exactly a piece of cake. Add to that, a lost Ericsson headset, that my dad swore he'll never buy again.

I had been promised a monthly allowance of 1k.. and that scheme went down the drain next. So I was stranded at the beginning of the new month, without two bucks to rub together. And more so, when one of the most special days in my life arrived, and left me feeling rather helpless and torn, the burden of an unkept promise weighing on my back.

But its gotta turn, this tide. I hope it does.

Maybe materialistic pleasure isn't everything, as some say. But for some reason, I can't see the story behind that. Its not a wonderful thing, being pissed off at the world all the time. Not that I'm whining about an unfair world, I think I truly deserve what I'm going through. But then, its been too long since something I always wanted happened the way I wanted it to.

This facade, this mask that I wear, is cracking. The smile spray-painted on its outer half is fading into oblivion, there lies nothing but a blank cold surface, drained of hope. Tired of Life.

It withers away, its falling now.
Posted on 7:26 AM by CkisgoD and filed under | 5 Comments »