My Second post

Dumb Title? Yea, I know. My monologue today, will deal with absurdities and only that. So, all you neat sissies can stop right here.Period.

Women enjoy violence. Ah yes, they enjoy screaming in agony as much as men enjoy listening to them. Weird? But true. They may get all fussy and prissy about it...but hey, they manage to sit/stand/watch/endure the entire thing and later crib about.(Something similar to binging...never been able to figure that one completely tho) OH they fantasize all about it and think of getting laid the next instant.

I listen to Raghu Dixit crooning in his latest single about a second opportunity to live life again.("Hey bhagwan mujkho tu...zindagi dobara.." awesome track tho) I mean, like shit. Who doesn't want to? We all want to right our wrongs...or do we? Perhaps write our wrongs would make more sense to me.

Picture this-
I am walking in a deserted filthy road that seems devoid of anything but rubbish.(I am talking about Pallikaranai...it's where Chennai landfill and garbage dumps are located)...me office is right opposite to one of these beauties. I arm myself against the advent of hot sun, the dust and pollution and the really-icky- variety-of-rubbish smell.... when viola... I see a sun-burnt lassie- with no footwear in tattered garb carrying a pot of water and a bag of groceries. I guessed she belonged to the group ofday-time laborers who were involved in the construction of a mosque (in the middle of nowhere?)...I felt like shit. (very becoming of my workplace?...true) She inspired me.Literally. A rare moment...it made feel thankful for what i have and ah well, what I shall be blessed with (eventually!!)

I see absurd movies, weirder people, colorful language...and life's getting better.

Disclaimer: This post was never meant to convey how jobless i have become.

howdy folks

I have been frequently asked about my blogs...and so here it goes...i am back.

c'est la vie. I come back from Trivandrum(nice place, bad food) and end up wondering what's screwing my life big time. I have to travel for 2 hours to get to my "work place" where your seniority is determined by the size of your cubicle and the length of your hair (yech! men sporting long tresses and beards)...sad...you squeal you lose...you clam up...you lose...I dont know where i am headed to...uncertainityat its best(no pun intended)

I no longer exist by my name. In this surreal world, I am but a six digit number...warming a bench. Heck I dont care...i see an international apparel showroom opposite a slum...i dont care. I see half naked sun-kissed kiddies playing with a used condom and a mouth-agape urban teenager staring at it...i dont care...I see marriage and I read death..I dont care...I find more reasons to run away than stay..I dont care..

Irritated..tired...bitchy...call me what you want..but there are a few reasons I find myself smiling and the sun shining. Love.Hope. His words.

Welcome to reva's world...keep you posted.