Archive for February 2008
Weird
Insomnia
playing in the background *Pinkfloyd – Arnold layne*
UHSUFON – stares at me.
I look blankly across the room. Things have been this way for a fortnight now. Vapidity taking over my being. Blue light glimmering over my helmet creates a surreal aura. I hadn’t noticed that before.
10:26 left on the clock maekad’s turn
I reach across to the table to get some gum, a depressing distraction; a distraction nevertheless. My guitar lies abandoned at the far end of the room. Last time i tried playing it – I dont remember the last time i touched it. A draft of wind blows across and the papers on my desk flutter. I try getting back to the scrabble game on hand. A SUPINE for a double looks inviting. Supine again would be just the adjective i was looking to describe my state , atleast the mental image of myself. I need to get out of this tree-sloth mode.
verbose12: u still there ?
Oh now the punk’s in a hurry. Last time, he aborted when i had an OXEN and a XI on a triple letter play. Let him sweat. The helmet catches my eye again. The glimmering blue is fascinating. It’s trippy infact. Talking of trippy, i laugh when i recall how i fibbed at the interview a couple of weeks back. Seems so pointless now. Hell with it.
09:15 left on the clock
*Riders on the storm – Morrison*
It is quite drafty tonight. Invigorating – atleast in the past. Nothing seems to work now. Phone screams and is ignored. I prefer the net to the phone. Things seems far-removed over the internet and a measure of apathy thrown in. I remember the long midnight conversations i used to have with a friend ages ago. Crop-circles, art, philosophy, gyan and what-not. I just realized i miss that. Things were fun then. Now I don’t have her number. Last time i checked, she was globe-trotting.
Jim is getting to my head. I can’t think. I reach out and change it to something less intense.
*Steely dan – Reelin’ in the years*
TB’s online, so are a couple of acquaintances. TB must be working on his report and the rest aren’t people i would strike a conversation at two in the morning. An unfinished Dostoevsky looks back at me but i wouldn’t do any justice to it now. SUPINE is the only half-decent play I can think of. Winning shouldn’t be a problem unless verbose12 had lady luck picking the tiles for him and playing them as well.
07:47 left on the clock maekad’s turn
SU UHFON
I find myself wondering about things long forgotten. This fat kid from school, Ganesan. Does anybody even know where the dude is ? A reality sequestered from mine. I start looking for patterns in this seemingly random multitude of thoughts. None. Sleep deprivation does strange things to you.
FUNHOUS+E , a triple word play. A FARE on the vertical. All seven letters off the rack.
I have never had a triple word and a all seven off in one play. verbose12 should abort and disappear any second now. Strangely i don’t scream my head off. I am pretty passionate about the game, mind you. No adrenaline pumping.
verbose12: good one. bye
verbose12 resigns
Funny, i don’t do my signature yea Yea YEAHH. I look at the play list, convinced the next track would be Comfortably numb.
*Whiskey in the Jar – Metallica.*
The blue light dances over the helmet..
It’s a date
FIVE YEARS. For someone who meticulously wrote down every four lined verses that he made up, sat on every editorial board, worked 25/8 on a magazine and more pertinently, for someone that blogged when blogging wasn’t à la mode, it is quite a long time to not have put pen to paper. While the thought process behind the self-exile is still a question that looms large, it does seems to have helped look at a lot of things in a different perspective. For one, i’m twenty two and now i can tell you what a slug-fest in a bar looks like. 
LoOonVille is back
