Friday, March 28, 2008


The Taste of Death

A Short story

This happens in the year that euthanasia or mercy killing was finally allowed in India ,thanks to some socialist fanatics who wanted so, for obviously freeing the occupied hospital beds by vegetables, who were unable to think and act (That’s what says their Charter framed some seven ago from today) . Suicide became common. Not only vegetables but normal humans were even resorting to its loopholes.

But that’s not what this story is about. Ranjeet had a habit, to pursue which he would go to great extents). That day he went to Akhi’s place, akhi showed him his stash, which he wanted to dispose off. There were some bottles of juice (six pack), labeled Nagpur Police in official format and to next of it were some small shiny balls , no less than I millimeter in diameter. Ranjeet and akhi dealed the stash for some 280 bucks. Akhi hid the pellets in Ranjeet’s foot’s sole and the Nagpur Police bottles in his trunk (which were inconspicuous) .He easily got by the police and his landlords aka as “his parents”. Got to his room and had IT!!! And for next two nights and two days he was dead, only to realize later, it would have been better. He woke up the third night only to vaguely remembering himself doing it. Seeing his sole cut he realized the pellets were gone, so he searched for the Nagpur police bottles, finding five empty ones, he searched for the sixth. After a futile search of three hours, he decided to go to Akhi’s place. In his groggy state, he got on his car and speeded on the highway to Akhi’s. But, fate did’nt wants so, rather he got hit by a truck and was paralyzed head to toe.

After two months of death, he woke up again, only to find himself worse. He could see but not move his eyelids or eyelashes. He could hear but couldn’t move his ears (which accidentally he had never accomplished). He could think, his brain was alive. His brain somehow keeping body’s nervous system alive. The doctors on seeing this took some plans for his survival. A nurse was employed to pour eye drops on his eyes , so that the may not sore up. A nurse to feed him, another for cleaning him and a full time doctor to his care. Some four months later his landlords came. A surge of excitement flew through his body, his ECG and EEG showed some activity, but could not interpret it. His parents decide to give his one eye to a little girl, then his tympanic membrane , to an old man, then his liver to some rich guy, his lungs to some relative , kidneys to some lady minister, etcetera. No that his other ear was going away, he realized he had only one eye left!!! The medical board decided to leave the eye and give the body to medical companies. His body was leased to twelve companies for five years each. Some mutated his legs, some his nose, some his hands, some his brain, some even wanted to touch his eyes, but they were forbade and thrown of the agreement and re-leased. In this painful episode. Ranjeet every waking hour wished for the death, which he had already tasted twice.

But only after his eighty-sixth birthday, they were able to comprehend his brain signals and realized what he wanted to ask for the past sixty-two years, DEATH. The State, after careful deliberation on the euthanasia act, which was still in effect agreed to his wishes and decide to cremate him on an electric pyre. When the fire burned, His body twitched, first time after sixty-two years.

And this, my dears is the story of us in evolving to what we are today, through selective mutation done to us, making us to survive anything and everything the only thing we were unable to generate through Ranjeet’s body was sound eyes and that my dears is the reason for our poor eyesight.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Lost
Sometimes for what you yearn for
Can not be captured


---------Another Haiku

Monday, March 24, 2008


There.Will.Be.Blood.DvDrip[Eng]-aXXo

Thank you axxo ,once again for a great movie. Today eventually got to watch the movie. I had been dying for days to watch it ( now i'm dying for 10,000 BC ,gotta download quick !!!)
Anyways, the movie is excellent, Daniel Day Lewis performs the role of a greedy,psycho,wild west businessman of the early 90's superbly . Day Lewis' Oscar was well deserved. The movie unlike it's name portrays bloodshed only a few times, in a miner's death, in the end and little bit here and there. It displays the various aspects of human nature (blood) in various forms greed,love,hatred,belief,disbelief,anger,lust,shrewdness,trickery,revenge.

There are two aspects two Day Lewis' character that i could comprehend one was of a greedy psychopath (that's some 85% of his personality) and a father (the rest 15%) .I wouldn't say he was a loving father but "a father" who cared for his son after his wife's death , who didn't abandon his son rather sent him away for his treatment and in the end (maybe because of being so alcohol afflicted) he disowned his son.
I think maybe he could no longer bear disputes with his son and could no longer stand him being his competitor.

Daniel does have his revenge with Eli and Daniel is "Finished"
---do see the movie, if you haven't

Sunday, March 23, 2008




Kolkata

The city of Joy , be-joy, joy-dep,shon-joy,on-joy.....let me not go into the excruciating detail of bangu (a slang term for a Bengali) joy, So on Thursday , we thought of going to Calcutta for a two day visit on the eve of Good Friday and Holi, on a shoe string budget of 1500 rupees each, mostly borrowed from here and there). And the plan was to spend time during good Friday and leave on Holi by the 2 pm train and be here by night, when holi is over. But as it's well known bangus are a different breed, those assholes celebrated Holi on Friday itself, hence the market was closed. We got some accommodation in a reasonable state house for 30 bucks each. Then the two of us bathed, ate and got ready to hit the empty town. Bangu girls are hot and i believe the most open minded (maybe it's not their fault, God did half of his work in Bengal, created sexy, horny girls; but overall nitwit guys) .

Calcutta is real weird, From Rourkela to upto 50-100 kilometers of entering into Calcutta the weather was pleasant another 50 kms earlier it was raining. But as soon as we got into the Hell called Kolkata, it started raining fire. Even at night it rained fire, but the fire was a little less. So back to the topic, as soon as my accomplice, a very famous person of my college, completed his purchase, it was 1.30 pm
in the afternoon. Then we headed to INOX , poor contrary as per my expectations, the Forum is no mall at all, it's just a big departmental store sort of, with a cinema hall in it. Till 3 , we waited for the tickets and then at the ticket counter, after waiting for one and a half hours we came to know 10,000 B.C. was not on show , it's show was scheduled to be at 7.40 p.m. i get so pissed, my accomplice was sad as he lost another opportunity to sleep in an ac cinema hall.

We went to have a siesta, and by seven some life cme to calcutta, we drank well and in nice places (was a relief!!!), shopped some essential goods, smoked cigars, not to forget grass, met god (?????) , some kelas ( a slang term for assamesse people, god where are you from don't you know anything ???.

On the platform , i reminisced and thought Kolkata might not be a bad city, it's got sexy girls, not bad places to shop, nice places to drink,to hangout,to be in a. nice metro. But it's too bangu-ish, it quite Cosmo mainly i think because of the Bihari influx. But i wouldn't want to live there, it's a respite from Rourkela, that's it. That's where i think our relation ends. Delhi is better, it's at least cold for the rest half of the year (we won't talk about Delhi in this Blog , leave that for another blog, Godspeed that blog,; but please for now !!!)

Got on the next train to rourkela , as soon as we left the hell called Kolkata, afer some 100 kilometeres it rained again !!!!!

Gods

Gods talk in a separate tongue
but sometimes they talk to you


A haiku