*Yaaawn*
I can feel it. (not the nuts, you dirty dirty dirty!)
Or rather I can’t feel it. Life.
That’s the thing about night shifts.
You get caught with yourself and that’s when you realise the complications that makes you.
But for the time we spend with ourselves, we are pretty simple people. All of us. Chilling. Hanging out. Laughing. Living. And feeling good! (No, good is NOT a woman, you dirty dirty dirty!)
But the moment you step out of the circle and confine to yourself, that’s when all the people inside you come out. One wants to watch Spiderman 2 and is cribbing that it has now gone out of the halls. The other wants to go to Pondicherry, like now … and spend time at the Park Guest House, sitting by the sea on that park bench with the wave spraying its love on your face or on second thoughts, maybe it is just lust. It just wants to touch the body! (Oh, what are you typing, you dirty dirty dirty!)
Another me realises I’m going nuts. Maybe cuz I get paid peanuts. So much that, that every time I sleep I see nuts. Everytime I dream, I see nuts. Everytime I look into the computer, I see nuts. Everytime I think, I see nuts. Everytime I pee, I see… well, nuts! (What are you typing, you dirty dirty dirty!)
And yet another person inside you is still wondering what went wrong in the last relationship. Another wants to give it another chance. And yet another smart cookie is reminding the other that the past is best left for the autobiography. Another one is listening to ‘Yeh Fizayen’ from Main Hoon Na on the discman and another is occasionally turning towards the TV to ensure he does not miss out on the Swades promos! And another is typing a blog while yet another wants to get into a nostalgic mood and start writing the next chapter of The Making of That Four Letter Word. And another wants to write a story for the paper because at least people are gonna read that at the end of the day. How many read a blog? Pick a number from one to ten.
So who’s my favourite me?
I guess its been Suderman, off late.
At least, he’s definitely better than the previous Evil Devil who just had one mission: To make sure God’s ass turns blue (And no, it’s not what you are thinking, you dirty dirty dirty!).
Well, the difference I think is that Evil Devil wanted to kick God’s ass for coming up with a flop script for life but Suderman is someone who made an entry to this planet because the world needed more heroes. There is so much depression setting into this world. The sentinels of evil are slipping in (that sure sounds like The Matrix, I agree) and people are getting too serious about themselves. They sit depressed, like the fate of the whole world depends on what they are gonna do next and brooding over what’s happened to them, much like how Evil Devil, my ex-personality used to. Now imagine what happens to the world when more and more people start going into their shell. Who’s gonna take care of the rest of the world? Who’s gonna bring happiness into the lives of people around? In their search for love, people are losing the lust for life. Yes, lust is the word.
Thus was born Suderman and his enterprise Just Lust Private Entertainment Unlimited, with the sole aim of bringing happiness into the lives of people.
Suderman realised that though God is the scriptwriter, it is you who is the director of your own life. It is upto you to decide how long you want your sad scene to last. Repetitive soppy scenes are for soap operas. If you want your life to be rocking motion picture, rock n roll, like now.
Lights. Camera. Action. (And no, rock is not just about that four letter word you are thinking of, you dirty dirty dirty!)
Post Script:
What have I written? What did I smoke? What did I drink? What did I eat?
Oh, yes, I remember. My box full of protien supplement: Peanuts, of course!
MADRAS INK. 