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I’ve been waiting for the usual quirk that would prompt me to pen something worth my readers’ time, but the block seems perpetual. I am still under its spell. The deadly sin, sloth, is also to blame for it. I shall go all out to try and vanquish this deadly foe, but then it’s a catch-22 situation on which I am not going to dwell, right now. By now, as many of you may have established beyond doubt, I am reasonably beyond redemption in being indolent. I’m as lazy as a 200 year old giant tortoise! I don’t know when I’ll be writing a sensible post again (not that all my posts make perfect sense anyway, but nevertheless). While I wait for that quirk of sensibility, I shall shoot the breeze with some pure nonsense.

A sinfully boring desi gathering at an auditorium, with the usual ear-shattering gab about all kinds of nonsense. Amidst the din, I felt the need to relieve myself. A sprint to the public restroom was what i needed. I made it to the restroom and got to work. I was almost done when a guy walked into the restroom and his 2-3 yr old daughter came toddling behind him. She playfully jumped into her dad’s arms and he took her into one of the closeted lavs. I heard the little girl hum her own tunes and rattle away to glory as she relieved herself. I was washing my hands when all of a sudden, I heard the girl scream from inside, “Appa, wash your ass! Appa, wash your ass!“. It was clear, she wasn’t quite conversant with the usage of the proper possessive adjective. She was three, for God’s sakes! The dad, embarrassed, growled at her in Tamil which I think meant ‘Shut up’. I snorted in sheer amusement at the girl’s screams and left.

What amazed me the most was that the little girl didn’t know how to use ‘my’ and ‘yours’ in their right places, but expanded her vocabulary to the word ‘ass’! Kids these days!

I shall ponder over kids’ adeptness at learning indecent words while I wait for my damn quirk, which seems ever-elusive! Aaarrrrgggghhhh!

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After the grim post on the degenerate picture of Indian democracy, here I am wracking my head for something cheerful to write about. I don’t want to sound morose but honestly, I’m lost for words in describing beauty and anything beautiful the world has to offer. A brief foray into poetry and it wasn’t long before I realised I had failed MISERABLY!! And this forced me to give up poetry for good, a decision which, by the way, I’m sure is a blessing in disguise ‘coz you DO NOT want to read my poetry, if you have any shred of sanity left in you. I would describe my poetry as more of a slimy jumble of words – sometimes rhyming, sometimes not – tacitly hinting at something remotely sensible. Traditional poets typically have thoughts on a subject in mind and then they gently weave those thoughts into a beautiful garland of words, which we call poetry. As for me, I have the words clubbed with random, fleeting thoughts. I put these words together first, lest I should forget them, and then try to make sense out of them.  Great way to write poetry huh? It is like an untrained chef mixing random ingredients first and then trying to figure out what dish he is trying to prepare. You can imagine what that spells to a gourmet!! I know, some might argue saying, ‘that is how new recipes are born’, trying to draw an analogy, but I’m telling you, this is not (emphasized) how poetry is written. That would only be a brutalization of a beautiful language. So much for blithe moments!

WARNING – No requests for samples of my poetry will be entertained under any circumstances. Trust me!! I’m no Kalidas or Keats in the making!! It ain’t happenin’!!!