No Offence

“No offence”
What’s that?

Its this really stupid thing doing its rounds off late.. when you say a mean thing or pass a hurtful comment, but then say “No offence” to make it all right.

1stly, I think what they mean is “No offence intended. Please take none.”

But what’s the logic behind that! Once the harsh statement has been passed, hurt is obviously going to be felt. For example, if you say, “Paul so fat he can’t see Saul, because Saul so short, he stands in Paul’s shadow.”, and everybody laughs, the Paul and Saul in question know that the comment was not directed towards them, and they weren’t out right told that they were short, fat or ugly, but the fact is everybody laughed- at their shortness, fatness and…

I’ve always greatly detested people who make their jokes by pulling someone else down. They make smart comments and get everybody to laugh, usually at another person’s shortcomings. When the jokes are actually nasty, in the guise of hilarity, its just not nice. Plain unkindness. I’ve been at the receiving end of these comments a lot, so I know how it feels. And also having made these types of comments occasionally myself, I’d say, that people who make them are truly insecure about themselves. They would like to exhibit other people’s shortcomings, in order to think that they are really not all that badly disposed, and also to draw attention away from their flaws, to others’.

Have I offended you now, if you’re one of these types mentioned above? Too bad. No offence, really.

Park Bench Theories

And so she sat,
Legs crossed,
Head propped,
Obliquely,
In hands.
On elbows,
Rooted firmly,
On crossed legs.

And so he sat.
Supposedly reading,
But secretly watching,
From a bench,
A few benches away,
Wondering at what
Her pretty head,
Could possibly hold.

Water

Here’s what I want you to do.

Pour yourself a glass of water, in a glass MADE of glass. As in, not in a steel tumbler, or a ceramic mug, or your best silver ware. A real glass-glass!

Go already! (Don’t peek at the rest.)

Now that we’ve got that settled.
Hold it up to the light.
Appreciate it.
Swirl it.
Sniff it.
Appreciate!

Okay, this is not meant to be gross or icky. I want you to hear me out.

See, I was doing the same thing today, when it struck me. That little sip that just went down my pipes has slipped between so many lips before mine. So many (and they didn’t all have to be human.). But really. My water’s been to more places, seen more things and experienced more than I ever have and will ever be able to. Its seeped into the tiniest of cracks, and probably been one among the many thousand little quantities of itself, that washed out the earth, when Noah was afloat.

Right. That’s all I have to say. No, there’s no moral, profound thought, inner truth or deep insight to be inferred from this.

Kala ya Nila?

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As in, what colour is its background?

Apparently smoking kills tastebuds and colour sensors. Rods or cones or whatever they're called.

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Back.. for now.

Heres my long awaited, much anticipated return to blogging.

Or maybe it isn’t.

Anyway. A friend of mine just began blogging her heart out. And another friend of mine wall posted me yesterday and said shed randomly checked my blog out. And then I had been talking about blogs to yet another someone.

So I decided to blog again! Aren’t you happy?!

No the thing is, I’ve actually written a lot in this period that I haven’t been in the blog world. But I’m awfully critical of my own stuff, and thus never get around to putting it up.

But internet is back! And I’m here with a hot cup of milk though this is not the weather for it.

All in all.. circumstances have forced me to go back to my old friend- myself.

So its just gonna be me, myself and my thoughts for some time now. And you’re gonna be at the receiving end of it.

Have you ever kept a journal? Have you ever made profuse apologies to it when you had long stints away because life got you busy? This is something like that isn’t it? Excuses and explanations.

Who am I talking to anyway? You?

Orange Days

I love the sky when its speckled with clouds.
When it looks like one big tub of ice cream.
With swirls of vanilla,
And a blob of orange sun.
Sometimes, like its interspersed with
Splashes of strawberry,
And a wash of blackcurrants.

When the clouds spiral
In wafty, flimsy, cotton candy-y, thready wisps
Like the puffs from my daddy’s pipe
When he takes an occasional smoke.
Or the smoke from a huffy chimney,
In a white winter scape.

Or when the sun’s about to
Play hide and seek,
And dip below the horizon.
And the sky around it gets ablaze
On what I call my Orange Days.
Like neon paints, with that unearthly glow.
When everything around is tinted in its radiance,
Making me feel I’m looking
Through cheap children’s toy glasses.

I live for those days.