Friday, February 25, 2011

My Personal Pleasure

Compulsive Blogging? Never heard of it. I've only done two blogs a day, that too one day of my life. TODAY. But they say the joy of blogging, putting down everything on the internet for the world to see, is something that is addictive. Like cocaine. You just can't stop. I think I can't get addicted though. The reason is simple. Lack of people's criticism on my blogging. I have not publicised my blog to too many people. Only some friends, and my family. Well, I do get the occasional post on Facebook for my efforts. But really, not one person has ever said that a post of mine was TOTAL CRAP. And I find a lot of my posts to be truckloads of bullshit. Like this one that I'm writing right now. A two-tonne truckload of mindless rambling about things that nobody would EVER read, or want to read themselves, or want others to read.

But then I think to myself, that maybe, MAYBE, I'm only writing for my own pleasure. Of course you can argue that I am saying this as no one does read too much of me. Sour grapes, is the expression that comes to mind. But personally, I really do think I write only for MY OWN reading pleasure. When I do write something for someone, I always make it a point to tell them that that particular post is for them to read, or is something they would like to read, or is a DEDICATION to them.

But I guess, this, like all my previous posts, is just another straw of grass in the wind. It will dry out too someday. And something new would take it's place. Maybe another blade of grass. Maybe an oak tree.

Till we find out what that new thing is, I'll just keep writing for my personal pleasure.

- Vinaykrishnan.

Random Observations.

Hmmm... I'm wondering what to write. I am at the New Delhi IGI Airport, and I love this place. I also am basically of the nature of observing people at airports and bus stations. What they are doing, what they are eating, what they are reading, whether they are listening to music on their mobiles or talking to someone.

The Aussies are playing the Kiwis right now. I think the match is in Ferozshah Kotla. Mamata is raving on about her Railway Budget for over a couple of hours now. Costa Coffee, Curry Republic, Foodie's Bar and Masala Twist are overly priced. KFC and PHD look pale in comparison. But I love my Zingers. I remember I was flying to Kochi once and I had 2 Zingers and 2 Chicken Pieces with a Coke at 6:15 in the morning! Beer is available, but I'm avoiding it. Flying is a dehydrating experience in itself. Not to mention that I am shit scared of flying, yet end up taking at least 6 to 8 flights in a year.

I'm also chatting away on my cell phone with a lot of people. And was going through my Sister's Blog. I thought I was a decent writer. But my Sister kicks my ass left, right and center. I love her posts, and love the passion with which she describes recipes, and my Niece's naughtiness.

The dry announcements rambling over the loud-speakers are the only part of this setup that I dislike. Intensely. All right, I heard you the first time! Just shut the eff up already! God, you're like a school of piranhas! Nagging away.

Okay, I'm done. Need a change of shirts. I'm wearing warm clothes, but Ahmedabad is hot this time of the year.

And oh, someone is singing Bailamos on the television. Not Enrique. Just thought you'd like to know.

- Vinaykrishnan.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

You

Nothing that can separate me from Your embrace,
Every breath of mine now resounds with Your Name,
I walk only the path that leads me to You,
Not a hurdle large enough to deter my steps.

Like the musk-deer, haunted by it's own fragrance,
I travelled amidst the trivial searching You,
Only to realize now that none other Your Abode
Than within my own self.

Not one worth knowing, except You,
No one's but Your Eyes worth looking at,
Nothing captivates me more now,
Not even the mirror showing my reflection.

Pale is all the world's grandeur
Against the aura of Your Presence,
And nothing more I wish than to stay in your warmth,
In Your unbridled, unadulterated and pure Love.

I am only Yours,
Undoubtedly, Unequivocally, Unabashedly.

- Vinaykrishnan.