Burp!

I’ve been staring at this jus-a-few-secs-ago-blank page since 5. Am going through that familiar state where you’ve hogged so much and you’re so stuffed you don’t want to barf but squish a satisfied fart cause then all that tummy ache’s been worthwhile, but the fart plays hard to get. It’s an eno, a soda, or a lil ginger that does the trick…that too after much manual pulsation. Well, it’s the same thing. I’ve had a perfect weekday-weekend. So perfect that, every faculty and sense organ has earned the spot light. And a lil while ago the words weren’t coming out…Phew!

A Greek tragedy cum Beckettian Q marks and Kesselring’s morbidity doused with insane laughter – perfecto!

Two lives enmeshed with what communication theories state as similar fields of experience…lived a sort of finality. Meandered over the good, the pleasant and went glassy eyed (am talking about the far off look…yeah ok there were a few tears too). What’s amazing about the huge big kind heaving heart and thankfully lousy memory is that that’s all that remains. The Qs, the lolling from an ‘ok’ to an ‘I’m good’ to ‘FUCK!’ and then a ‘what the heck’, the doldrums…none of it has really made much of a dent. Proof - we sang along with Corey Taylor’s bother! A real optimist thrives even on pain and makes the best of it. Hey R where’s that book!?! ;-)

Aside: Blanched. Stumped. Clueless. Floundering. Never knew the right things to do to say to erase to change…nothing. Got stuck in the recess of Y. Got salts that can absorb the pain of transition? Guess there is…it comes as a package deal with any human.

Figured out why pigs orgasm for 90 minutes. Pigged out on a kenzos burger n caaaaaame! Digested it all with a winkless night. Narcissism is a proven bouncing back technique. R was so obsessed with her blog and I was pretty much fascinated with the screen. Glued we peeked at loads of people’s profiles…cursed them, laughed our arses off (literally cause only our halves had the chair) and basically went insane with tanglish (that’s what tamizh+English is no?)

Well, there’s always a catch. We paid attention to our lead lids. Mom kept pounding on the door…and yeah we (g)ro(u)se(d). Think cummings would be proud of me?

Marghazhi and its pani had me in thermal wear of sorts however much I refused to believe that Madras could never ever get me into musty winter bundles. Smelling like an old dusty room I lumbered out and squinted under a bulb to check the petrol in the bike. Poked my ear instead and happy with the sploshing, rolled it out. Silence is a petulant kindergarten bully who’d give you away at the slightest whine. And today silence had a nice huge smirk. My bike spliced through it like a kid with hot fresh tears trying to get away.

Once out on the main roads I snuggled into smugness. Well, you see I wasn’t the only one. But really Madras is a real kick-starter like its filter coffee! The place dozes only for a few hours it seems. The paperboys edged out almost onto the center of the road. ‘twas a whole community out there! Joggers, sloppers, walkers under the street light…tungsten and smudged over.

We droned on beautiful fresh roads breathing morning. And at 6 we were there to wish a happy pongal to surya bhagavan bang outside his doors...beasant nagar beach pavement. Anniyan would’ve thumped as proudly on our backs…we strolled up and down the pavement to find the right spot to spot the sun (duh! but hey we were looking for panorama); found it and plonked our bags down and not us cause in gravely grimy white was written ‘do not sit here’. Why didn’t anyone tell us that no one cares at 6 am when they’re busy pumping iron or burning their lungs?! Not even the cop! (DUH!) Yaaa…we like this wonly!

While the sun went about getting ready for its big day behind mauve curtains the dogs took a liking to us and so much so that some growled to get to us. But we stood on…obstinate, wanting to be the first to wish the sun. With a train to catch and mom who’s bound to holler if I don’t get back in time to help with the palagaaram we decided to leave a note…whispered to the air ‘oh well…happy pongal alright…catch you later in the day.’

Hey lawyers here’s a tip – if anyone knows how to defend a case, their case, it’s namma auto drivers. Man! That man charged 100 bucks…freaking emotional fuckwit! Pandiga naalaan…dude it’s Central freaking station! That place brims with people 24/7…ooruku pudhusa?!!!

Decided to dorn the garb of a tamizh ponnu and plucked flowers for pujai though I went about it in the most unfeminine way – scrambled under the bush on all fours sniffing at pavazha mallis and nimbly picked them flowers with my long dainty fingers (why do I try?)

She made it on time with 20 minutes to spare! Square 1- a mini session of last night…ponderings, wonderings, travellings, cursings, laughter rings, and confirming that we aren’t flounderlings but in fact strong, aware, weird and in love with us ;-) Finito!