Man Down! Man Down!

the world's a train

2015-07-20T00:16:00.000+05:30

don't fall off your train
the train will move on
did you buy your ticket
else get off next station
don't quite like the look of you
why don't you open your bags

not enough seats and you are in the way

will you please get off

the train is all i know
the train is all i have
the world's a train
and i woke up to this

wait a minute
aren't we all going to the same place?

the art

2015-02-27T10:17:00.000+05:30

i have practiced it all my life
morning, noon and night
from a kid in a locked room
to the one hidden in the brain
solitude its fuel
addictive as it gets
hours upon hours in thousands

consuming time like a blot

i think of a satisfied grin

the hint of it on my face

understanding what has come to pass

musing at what i have done

for i have finally mastered

the art of doing none

the lord of all he saw

2014-09-14T14:15:00.002+05:30

faster and faster his hands moved
weaving the signs of his fathers
long had he toiled in the sun
till his cord had been broken
he faced a mob of hungry men
used to worse rules than dogs
they swarmed around unheeding
his life song drowned by the din
he paused as his hormones fought
he let loose a yell of hopelessness
the men around stirred and froze
the shriek resonated their own
but own is what you destory
in anger and fear that we all bear
but it serves as a forger's hammer
the tool shakes and the sword takes shape
he wheeled around with eyes bright
the lord of all he saw
the truth of his eyes hurt them
as his hands broke their jaws
their lust turned to fear
as their blood gave way to sweat
the first to run was brought down
the rest ran till home
and he walked into the sunset
the lord of all he saw

let us all be drones

2014-08-08T11:46:00.000+05:30

i am important
so are you
we are all important
we are pretty sure

want to live long
want to be happy
want to be desired
want to have it all?

lets smoke some CO2
lets eat some GM mulch
lets keep clicking
nodding and believing

your balls are in the way
so is your tongue
let us all be awesome
let us all be drones

Sinners all

2014-07-16T01:50:00.001+05:30

1 - They are watching

2014-07-07T22:04:00.003+05:30

It yawned, looking at us with an air of disregard. Like it knew we disagreed but that i was no active threat what so ever. It would not mess with me. It knew how to identity kinds of people. Haughty upper class young men were not a good idea to mess with, unless they were dissing the State of course. Small mercy, these dogs were not the judge of that. That was the jurisdiction of the menbots. A necessary horror to ensure the normalcy of our lives. That was putting it mildly. Just like delegating last mile upkeep of order to upgraded dogs. Of course some went rogue and there were incidents. But humans are prone to the deficiency of normalcy too. The dogs had lesser rights and no one wanted to be about these days. The menbots were an exception, like they were an exception to everything else. The balance of bark and bite.

Twitter knows they have a connection!

2014-07-07T21:04:00.000+05:30

routine living

2014-06-26T06:40:00.001+05:30

elanor mendosa lay awake on his bed. it would be hours before the world caught up. it was calm, still and quiet. an untimed interval passed before the first moorings of the day began to creak. his eyes were on the clock ticking off the seconds. as the time approached, he grew restless. he began pacing his room to and fro. the news paper kid was late. he was annoyed. he knew he was just an item on a list for the boy unaware of his needs. he cleared his desk and placed his notepad and pen at their desired place. he clutched the scissors and stared into nothingness. he leaped out of his chair and rushed to the balcony the moment he heard the thud. he picked up the paper, opened it in the middle and cut the choicest part out. he dumped the rest in the bin on the way inside. he sat at his desk. scribbling away to glory. and then it was done. the crossword of the day. he sighed. 3 meals and 20 odd hours remained in the way. before he could do it again. till then. elanor mendosa lay awake on his bed.

feedback to justeat.in

2014-05-07T23:24:00.001+05:30

Recieved a feedback form from justeat after i ordered lunch, got stale food, complained and no action was taken.

"I have made my last order with just eat.

The greed with which you book orders disappears as soon as there is a problem.

There is no concern for the customer or quality of service.

Ordered lunch. Recieved stale food today. Called Just Eat to inform.

The first person i spoke to said system is down he can't take complaint, then i asked him to connect to the manager, another person spoke saying he will check with restaurant and get back. No answer yet.

Similar things have happenned with just eat in bangalore too.

But this is the last straw. Wish I could sue you guys.

Shitty service when you have the balls to give out ads like "Don't cook. Just eat."

I hope you guys go bankrupt and shut down.

Cheers!"

all we can be

2014-05-01T00:58:00.000+05:30

the dissonance is deafening
its out on the street
and in every mind you see

why should i do as he
lets all do as we please
all i need is a box for me

i am waiting for change
a fun version of the matrix
and a smaller box for me

i don't know why i do
all the things i do
is this all we can be?

living in our times

2014-04-11T03:20:00.001+05:30

i can see the fuse
i can see the fuse lit
i stand and stare
its a small fire
inching along
but its burning
its burning out of reach
as it turns round the corner
so i sprawl on the lawn
waiting for the boom?

what is secularism?

2014-04-11T02:05:00.000+05:30

We live in the age of nation states. Our social contracts with our respective nation states gives them the right to control our way of life. Secularism is the stance that a nation state not associate itself with a particular religion. Such nation states have appropriated or attempted to appropriate the right to define our way of life from religions. A secular nation states would have the same laws for all citizens. The citizenship of a person would determine his rights and privileges not his membership of a religion. Hence such nation states would need to establish a nationalistic creed that guides policies and laws. However many such nation states also allow their citizens the right to practice a religion of their choice. Hence such nation states would aim to arrive at a nationalistic creed that can be compatible with the religions of their citizens. However the impact of religious thought on the nationalistic creed would also demand the impact of the nationalistic creed on religious thought creating a limit on the right to practice a religion of their choice.

great great crime

2014-03-29T16:15:00.001+05:30

Just a small nubble would have saved a trillion man hours, the bastards!

in the way

2014-03-29T15:27:00.000+05:30

walking through the city streets
old men stumble out of parks
the young walk with cigarettes lit
watching and waiting to get there

the road is not even or fair
there are crossings everywhere
some walk with a purposeful stride
others meander as those lost

its not as grim as the time of day
speckled by lights tiny and small
there is cheerful banter going around
maybe i am just in the way

countdown to another level

2013-12-19T23:58:00.001+05:30

welcome to the world
you are disposable
you we can use
now we need more
now we need less
why don't you shut up
take what we dole
finders keepers
inheritance givers
we are equal
that's a nice joke
how about I laugh
why don't you pray instead
i will take your dole and laugh
but i will wait for it to burn

the equal menu

2013-12-19T23:53:00.001+05:30

i arose in silk and satin
the butler brought me breakfast
an array to nibble and sip

i rode all night and morn
the innkeeper served me lunch
enough to sustain and more

it was a cold winter day
the volunteer threw me dinner
so i may see the next day

its hungry midnight now
the trash-can calls me grub
funny it all tasted the same

flower in a postcard

2013-12-18T23:59:00.000+05:30

i see a flower
by the wayside
its lips look enchanting
its form ripe
i want to take into my hands
smell it and feel it
if only for a while
make it mine

i know not
what the flower wants
to grab seems barbaric
to ask is lame
will what i do
shatter the postcard
do i want the postcard or the flower
but as i think
the way beckons
will she never be mine

exploring the perimeter

2013-12-15T14:19:00.000+05:30

elanor mendosa was awake and doing the only thing he did. he paced around the room. corner to corner. a right turn. repeat. his tracing the square thwarted only by the bed and the chamber pot. when the mood had him, he walked over the former. the latter was spared by an ancient conditioning too hard to break. from the days he was three feet high and had realized to his horror that the things he could see through a microscope loved to live around the place he had to visit everyday. sometimes more than once. though he tried hard not to. now he had to live in the same room. a fact that troubled him more than his lack of freedom. increased lack of freedom was how he thought about it.

the flap opened, his daily morsel had arrived. elanor mendosa tried to restrain himself from rushing towards the bowl. he wanted to maintain the illusion of dignity. though there was no one watching other than the yellow microbes. not that they were really yellow. that's how he imagined a mass of them. so many that they were visible and yellow. the food in the bowl was yellow too. he lifted the bowl and poured it into the pot. his mind barely maintaining control over his stomach. he knew that hunger was a trouble that would go away in a couple of hours as he lapsed into a daze that weathered the passage of the day better than his frayed sense of reality.

he replaced the bowl in its customary position and did the only thing he did. as though he would find a way out that he had missed before. it was not as if he did not remember. it was as if he wanted to believe. not that he knew what he was looking for. once he hypothetically got out, he would trace the perimeter of the encircling square. if he ever found a way out of that too, then the next one. till he could walk no more. he paced around the room. corner to corner. a right turn. repeat.

a dream come true

2013-11-14T23:12:00.000+05:30

i see a painting
i like it so much
i sell my house
and give everything
to make it mine
i sleep contented
and wake within the frame
i am living in the painting
and it sucks for sure

right now

2013-11-02T16:30:00.001+05:30

stimulation every minute
can you give me an orgasm right now
again and again
so i don't have to pay attention
to the shit hitting the fan around me
i am willing to debase myself
lose my religion and beliefs
i only want to have fun
as much as the other guy
more than him to be true
i want it all
a lightning strike of pleasure
that will end it all
what is the point of living
like a faded photograph
its the age of polaroid
one moment you are on top
the other you cry in secret
the joy is shared
but the pain is felt alone

maybe its a good thing i don't believe in santa

2013-11-02T13:55:00.001+05:30

nirvana close miss

2013-11-02T13:50:00.000+05:30

is that book healthy?

2013-11-02T13:47:00.002+05:30

the dream

2013-09-26T23:03:00.000+05:30

elanor mendosa worked like a man with purpose. his actions were efficient and quick. he served alone at the bar, doing the work of three run of the mill bar hands. he was absorbed as he served an array of liquids to slurring and grinning customers unable to mask their delight at a being in artful motion. the bottles were famished and the cash bag pot bellied as he waved off the last stragglers. he took his daily quota of a bottle of rum, his cut of the bag and his fur overcoat. he hauled the massive wooden door shut and he turned the key and left it beneath the loose tile.

he set off briskly taking swigs of rum as the warm summer night breezed by. it was a long walk in the quiet streets. the way he liked them. he had surprised everybody silly. he had worked as minimum as was expected for decade. then the dursley brothers leaving and moving back had left him alone at the bar. he had offered to work the bar alone if his cut was doubled. the owner was surprised but agreed. for three months he had been the best barman this back country had ever seen. and now he was done. he now had enough money to live his dream. he emptied the bottle into his mouth as he entered his house. he slept with his shoes on.

he woke to a bright day squinting at the light and reaching for the bottle of water. he walked to the mirror and looked at himself the way he did everyday. still with eyes roving. absorbing every detail. he cleaned up and packed his bag. he left the remaining eggs and milk on the side walk. he left the week's rent in the landlady's mail box. he set off reading the news paper, fishing out and munching on a nut from his coat pocket with every article he read.

he reached the train station in time to buy a sandwich and a book before he got to his seat. he read the book as the farms flew by and the passengers mumbled to each other. the day grew into night and the night to day. cups of coffee, snacks and most of the book had been devoured before he had nodded off only to awaken to find the train still and at his station.

he disembarked missing his mirror. he made his way through the rabble, walking on the path he had once taken before. a few years ago. a day he clearly remembered. not the early bits. they had been a haze of a drunken journey with friends till he had truly woken up as he fell from the sky. it had been a wonderful feeling and had haunted his dreams and thoughts ever since. the moment when the tandem jump professional pulled on the chute was his jerk back to reality with a disappointing feeling of almost being there.

he reached the drome. spoke and signed up for the basic sky jump certificate. ensured the safety of his fur coat. three times that day he jumped out of a plane, always in tandem. joy till the chute unfurled. he went to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror before he set off on his first jump alone wearing his fur coat. he readily jumped out of the plane as soon as he was given the thumbs up. joy almighty spreading in his veins. a pity he did not finish the book. no chute would stop his dream this time.

the waking world

2013-09-16T20:33:00.002+05:30

elanor mendosa woke to a bright sunny day. he instinctively turned to the window as he opened his eye. it was blinding but that was how he preferred his day to begin. indulging in the disappearing threads of his dream before the waking world stole it from his eyes. an interval passed before he turned aside. he found the minion patiently waiting to inform him his bath was ready. the minion left, leaving the door ajar by an inch. elanor had a drink of water and began his daily routine. he warmed up before he did a hundred each of sit-ups, lunges, push-ups and abs. he then lay down with his eyes closed, still as dead. he came to life dry and refreshed. he walked out into the corridor. the minion was waiting and began to walk away. he followed till he was led to a large comfortable bathroom with fresh towels and new clothes. he went through the motions lost in thought till he realized he had had a bath without brushing his teeth. he brushed with the cold water from the basin in contrast to the warm water of the bath now disappearing without a trace. he then dressed enjoying the fresh feel of new clothes. he combed his hair with his fingers as was his habit. he stared into the mirror and contemplated if he needed a shave. the stubble looks fine he decided and headed out to find the minion ready to lead him to a fine table in the dining wing. the day's papers awaited him as the meal of his choice was prepared piping hot and served. he asked the minion for a pen and was supplied one with a quick scurry. he ate as he solved the crossword. he could not figure out the last two clues. four down and two across. they lay blank at the helm of the crossword. he stared at it, willing them to appear. he finally put the pen down and rose. the minion asked if he wanted anything else. he shook his head. the minion gave a nod and led him outside the massive building. all in their way, stood aside silent as they passed. a bunch of people were awaiting him in the clearing. he walked past the minion to the small platform waiting for him. he gave a smile and a slow nod to the gentlemen. he patiently waited as they went about the formalities. then, the lever was pulled and elanor mendosa saw the blinding light one last time before the waking world stole it from his eyes.