Loonville

Nietzsche did it in the 19th century. I killed mine on 25th June 2008.

Pray(v) :  To ask that the laws of the universe be annulled in behalf of a single petitioner confessedly unworthy.        ~Ambrose Bierce, The Devil’s Dictionary, 1911

I officially cease  being agnostic. The law of truly large numbers is far more plausible.

I saw an extremely sad rose last night. Yellow but gloomy. With the lightening flashes and thunder around, it evoked very strange emotions in me. I felt fragile and vulnerable. Empty. Lonely. For once I needed someone. Someone with whom I can just stare into the sun. Silence. Someone I don’t have to dish out gyan to, crack lame jokes at, tell them how shitty life is, be sarcastic, laugh falsely, carp, put cock, pseudo-intellectualize . Forgive me but I don’t need a support system. Some one I can just be with. Just be.

I had Vindy. Briefly. Do i see a connection ?

Have I spent the last ten years comparing every single person I have known to Vindy ?

Shit, what have I done !

Varun, recently gave me the biggest compliment I have ever received. “You look like an americanised version of Chemical Ali.” I resent the American connection but hey, I look like Chemical Ali. For those that didn’t know the evil cousin of Saddam Hussein, here is a pic

You can check my diplay pic on Skype or Gtalk to see a likeness. Not much, huh ? That brings us to the larger part of this post.

Long long back, I was a kid, so was everybody. uh. I am being an idiot. You’ll understand why later on. The point I was trying to make, a few years back, I had stunted filamentous protein outgrowth at the dermis which led to a excessively smoothened epidermial layer over the zygomatic bone, which was attributed falsely to the under-performance of a certain gland that secreted a anabolic steriod hormone. I most certainly assure you that wasn’t the case.

Okay I was a kid then, no facial hair, happy ?

And then came the hint of hair at the lower frontal of the mandible. How I treasured that ? My key out of geekdom. Running my hand through two strands of what appeared to be hair became the ishtyle. Stories of me using conditioner on my microscopic beard still do the rounds at school. It is one hundred percent true. I did. Pantene. For once, I was proud of something other than committing the periodic table to memory. I was the FIRST person in class with a beard albeit at a quantum scale. You could see it if you looked carefully enough. That was when I acquired the infamous swagger.

So mighty Siddharth walks into college with a tiny but clearly visible goatee. The fact that I never managed to get a mustache going never irked me. Hey, I have a patch of hair on my chin. Why bother with an outdated handlebar mush ? By the second year at college, the transformation was complete. Geeky Siddharth Maekad became the uber cool SiDo (atleast in my head). I got drunk, smoked weed, got laid and hey I had a proper goatee See the connection ? To illustrate the importance of the g-tee, i can’t help but quote Mahesh “That was the only f*cking thing decent on your face” This after a disastrous attempt at trimming it.

Of several interesting tales woven around my g-tee, probably the funniest ones would be when this guy on a train mistook me to be a musla and went on a hindu-bashing trip before he discovered I was from an orthodox-high-caste-south-indian-hindu-family and the other being when I was detained for interrogation during a random vehicle check, suspected terrorist I still remember what the kindly old Aetu ( police constable) told me when they decided I was no dangerous than a croaking frog. ” Yen thambi, intha style ellam ethukku. Nalla paiyan mathiri irukeengale photo la ” ( Why do you have to have this (g-tee)? You look like a decent chap on the photo-id ) and dad giving me an earful after that. Hey the chicks dig it. So what if I get flagged down next time I ride a bike ?

Today was the sad day. My dearest friend ended up at the bottom of the sink and flushed away into the drainage. I am back to being a srinivasa iyengar clone from SiDo. I am clean shaven

RIP GOATEE 3.5 cms

2001 – 2008

He’ll be back.

Very soon.