complaint box

i think everyones given up on me. no new comments or anything...:(

so ill pretend noones listening and write whatever im thinking. which is kind of nice actually.

its 11 25 pm and im still in office. too tired to go home, sushama has kindly lent me her house.. thank god. im about to crash out and die any minute. i dream of sleep these days. i dream of an endless long sleep .. i try and create the perfect conditions at home to make sure i get the most from my 5 odd hours .. the temperatur has to b just right. ive got to have my warm jaipuri razai and all that jazz. rahuls place is nice though. its very comfortable.. im looking forward to it.

there is some incredibly annoying music playing right now. kishore kumar at 11 30 pm at unbearabel decibel levels ..sigh.. im close to breaking a few things.

life is lateral metaphors. life is black raised letters and mechanical movements of the tips of fingers. life is walking in between awake and asleep. im glamousiring this but its actually horribly dull. although the work i do sometimes makes it ok. amongst other stuff.

i still have no cam phone and no money now to buy it.

ok cribbed too much. goodnight

vertigo

heard U2's vertigo ( jackknife remix) in office this evening.

what an experience. a blaze of images whizzed past sucked into a deep blue vortex..
urban escape . is what the music video should be called if i could ever make it.

i saw myself standing on a building and leaping into the vortex and watchign people in the buildings i fell past , hair touching the glass panes lightly and fingers leaving their mark on ledges. fell past television reds, bronze patches of leftover makeup, rainbow kitchenettes and ugly bedrooms with stars on the ceiling ..

I close my eyes & open them wide into landscapes of black notepads.. mirror balls reflecting sweat droplets on 'crimson nails' reflected in shot glasses and hanging jesus drawing blood from necks, flashes of a waist chain glittering 'i scream' it says .. , i turn to watch sunglasses flicked across the table and visuals of everyone in the room flash through the lens.. like eyes flying ... i can see everywhere.. i can feel.