Blue bottles

A friend and I went to a sushi bar and ordered some fish. He ate some and died while I ate the same and survived.

How?

Answer: One man’s meat is another man’s poisson

Blow by blow i demolish my opponent. A crack on his jaw sends him reeling and his energy levels zonk down to a zero. I’m triumphant. A little bruised but just an orange in the Life department….

Playing games is a vicarious tequila shot minus the woozinesss. A pure injection of adrenaline that rushes down the primeval passages of a sadistic mind… A war against the machine won with dexterity, detemination and superior eye-hand reflexes. With my fingers and my mind I can be anything- good at tennis, a slashing Wolverine, an architect of the past, a kiling machine… all in the comforts of my chair and the despair of my myopic vision that requires glasses

I’m very agressive. Make that very, very agressive. And competitive. And very good. Which makes me your worst nightmare especially when you understimate me. Which is easy to do with the baby browns and the the help me look that i sometimes like to adopt….

It’s the only place where i can swear, be utterly obnoxious and utterly Monica-like without even people knowing it’s me(P.S. can be that even otherwise but what the…) It started with the ave, the apple thrower Alladin then riding over to safer car games, motor cross and those really gross Doomesque and CS-like bllody wars. But I love those which need code breaking and espionage. And I can play tilll my wrists fall off and/or the Parents need to surgically extract me from the chair(just two minutes left…pleeeeesseee…Noooooo!).

Now that I’m about to start a new game that’s gonna last the night, i’m typing out a caveat for myself. And my darling opponent the other side of this W/LAN. Sure, I’m a little rusty and haven’t played for two years. But i’m sure the adamantium is gonna stand the strain. It better. Let the games begin…

I’ll miss ya when I’m gone. I’m not gonna cry yet. Not just yet.

It’s not just a physical address. My haven against the world. My slack off zone. My testing ground. A place to grow up on the inside.

26. The only room with the 6 missing. Drawn clumsily with a pencil coz it’s so much up higher on the door. A perpetual mess. Clothes in piles on the outside. And only the books in neat order. The cupboards inside, neat and meticulous.

A white room with only a bed, desk and cupboard to my name. Is it supposed to mean that much?

Supposed to hurt that much when I can’t see ‘em anymore?

But this move is going to help me. All for the better, they tell me. but where will I put up my whacky postcards? Or my Rahul.K paper cut out? Or my Anil.K and Rabindranath.T’s awesome ad of the Pioneer?

And the people? I’m gonna miss them so much. Even that horrible mutton faced cat. And no one can hear my phone coversationns through the night… tell me the next morning i was too loud. and me pretending that was only me talking in my sleep.

My drinking up other people’s water while giving gyan on sex! The resident Guruji. Studying on the stairs while secretly eavesdropping on talks. Then gossiping with my favorite girl K.

that KKHH thing we did. No music thing. And the papi papi jive in the corridors. Or long lunches and dinners with jokes and people. Pass this. Pass that. Onions with everything. Potatoes a ubiquitous dinner companion. The screechy dideeeeeeee!

Taking pictures of the dawn trying to avoid the bars on my window. The Holi snaps!! the Dayam. And the pyar karne wale… He he!

The jumping on people(read Dish) and telling them stories of Sir kutti.

The studio audience type reactions everytime a guy called… Even when my VP did. How embarassing.

Th ‘Mal, speak hindi’ requests. Singing along with it’s only Love That I need off tune.

Making up the kya kya kya, kya Nakool hai hum and my dil goes Gautammmmmm song. Oh, the Salaam Namaste shine!

Watching Harry Potter in E square in my night things. Going out to coffee in PURPLE capris and Gullus in shorts… Indian Culture!!!

I’m so going to miss all this.

Kanika, Mannsi.H, Gullu, DD, Bhashu and Tanu… Thank You.