The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of.

I wanted someone to tell me a story.
A happy story.
A nice story.
Like a movie at the end of which you smile.

Across the street lived the Man Who Told Stories You Could Live.
No.
He wasn't God.
He could untangle the threads of time and space and take you to a new dimension.
Where you could be the story.
Or in the story.
Whichever one you wanted it to be.
You knew it was just his imagination.
But it was real.
Almost.


We all went to him every now and then.
To live fantasy and fiction.
To live a different life.
To be someone else living someone else's life.

Seven year olds went to him,wanting to hear stories of the days when Santa Claus was real.
Jill only wanted to be Alice.

A little boy wanted to be a pirate.
So he asked him to tell the story of a pirate.
Of treaures and swords and maps and ships.
Of battles and Captain Hooks.
Every waking moment seemed like the end of the world.
And that,is not catastrophic.
It's beautiful.
The little boy was the hero.
We all want to be heroes.

Mrs.Bidge lived at the end of the street.
To state the obvious,Mr.Bidge was dead.
And to state the obvious more so,Mr.and Mrs.Bidge had no children.
And more,she had a cat.
Named Ginger.
She knitted the entire day because she had read about old women doing the same in cheap second-hand novels.
We all have.
Not that it made her think it was the thing to do but doing something else seemed unholy.
Almost like sin.
As if there were snooty old women in her head who like perfect English ladies of the eighteenth and nineteenth century would look down upon her if she did so.
It fitted the picture.
Who the knitted sweater was for, is unknown.
Even to Mrs.Bidge.

Mrs.Bidge secretly wanted to be Scarlett.
O'Hara..?
"Now that was sin,"said the woman in her head.
She was unable to hide her desire to go to the Man Who Told Stories You Could Live.
It is sad she had nobody to hide it from.
But then she had her own reality.
We all do.

She did go to him one day though.
Like we all wish we could?

So did I.
I wanted someone to tell me a story.

Jack was an atheist.
He wanted to be God.
It was fun.
He became more of an atheist after that.
He knew he could be God.

All stories do come to an end.
Like the universe.
Because the universe too is a story.
So we went back to him over and over again.
It's sad when stories come to an end though.
When you cannot feel the magic anymore.
And you wish you could return to being in the middle of the book.

He made chairs.
The Man Who Told Stories..?
His house was gloomy,the wooden planks damp.
There was a small patch of grass outside the front door.
Though the patch didn't qualify for a patch and neither did the front door.
You could smell rain when you walked in.
Always.
We lived in such a part of he world.
The skies were always dark.
As if something was about to happen and you were standing at the edge of it.

We never knocked.
The door was a bunch of unshapely planks.
You only had to push and free one of them that was tall enough to satisfy the intended height of the door.

He was working.
He always was.
Chisled wood and ribbons strewn on the floor.
Saw dust hung in the air.

I wanted him to tell me a story.
A happy story.
A nice story.
Like the movie at the end of which you smile.
I wanted him to tell me a story i could live.

He did.

He sang me a song.







It's addictive.

So That I Do Not Forget.

I thought I should post.
It's been really long.
It's just that I'm too lazy.
I was going through everybody's blogs the other day.
and it made me so happy.
I told Rupsha for the millionth time that I'll kill her if she ever deleted her blog.
It has too many things on it.
I'm glad blogger exists.
Infact I posted the last few things because i was scared ill forget them.
and i don't want to forget them.
And there are many things that I haven't put up and I know that they won't strike me in years.
And that's when I get very sad.
8's running now you know.
And I had thought 8 was a long way off.
I remember sitting in KFC on Vikrams's birthday,telling Trisha to calm down about ICSE results and thinking that its been a year since that happened to me.
One whole year.
That's 365 days.The time between two decembers.
No that doesn't explain it.
Between two of my birthdays.My birthday always takes a long time to come.
Birthdays are actually stupid you know.I feel so funny that day.Its really silly.But this isn't about birthdays and its a bad example in any case.
I don't know.
I just want the weekends to come.Or even a thursday.Because thursday is a good day.There's nothing in the evening on thursdays. Even sunday evenings are bad.That way the whole run through monday,tuesday and wednesday pretty much sucks.
I have too many things to do these days.

That was the best summer vaction I had ever had.
And now I won't have summer vactions anymore.
Then there was the rain week.
And I badly wanted to go to school because I thought that this is going to be one of the last few times that it's going to rain during school. Most probably never again will there be a time when school's almost empty.

Once in class seven, me and Rajasee got out of sanskrit class and it was DARK.
really dark.
And we got very happy.
I'm in 12 now.
That was five years ago.
I joined school in class 5.

I was a dork.
No. i just looked like a dork.
Especially in 7.
Once I scratched my leg against a big screw jutting out of the desk and there was a nice,big white scar.Rajasee and Jahnavi were staring at it because it was just WHITE and it wasn't bleeding.It did after sometime though.I think we were writing the roleplay then but i was fighting with somebody at the back.
I remember a lot of things.The other day, I was lying flat on the roof and the moon was looking very nice.The moon always looks very nice from the roof.
But that day there was big circle around it. They showed in Practical Magic that a halo around the moon is a a bad omen.
But this wasn't a halo.It was a big circle.And it was white,not coloured.
I thought I should take a picture.I even got up to get the camera.But the picture didn't turn out to be like what it was.I tried to change things but it didn't work.
This is when I get pissed off and so never bother to try the next time.
Yesterday the sky was black and there were low reddish-brown clouds gliding across.
They were moving very fast.Like they show in discovery channel.
I have always thought that someone must've kept a camera there for a long time and then just fast forwarded the clip.Maybe that's how they show eggs cracking and buds flowering.

But I was talking about things I remember and when I started writing about the moon, I meant the day I saw the big,reddish moon from the kitchen window.
Oh and there was also the big moon last 31st.
I stood in the middle of the road,pointed up and shouted,"Look! Beeeeegg moon."
I was told to shut up and come stand on the footpath.
That day was fun.
That way a lot of days have been a lot of fun.
I'm glad I know the people I know.
I really am.

I cant start off on people stories.
I am just paranoid.
Trying to wrap up everything in a blog post.
I should go do my physics project.

The story of the furry creatures.

This is the story of Jose the Senior,Jose the Junior,Mr. Elephant,Woozie,Panda the koala and Dog the mouse.
They all live with "us".
Mr.Elephant and Dog used to hang from Anurina's bag.
It was the fake one with DIESEL written on it that she bought for either 400 or 450 bucks and after which she felt extremely proud of her bargaining skills.
(NOTE: all trash.)
Jose the junior and Jose the senior are kangaroos.(their names are courtesy Riku who had suggested the same for my new fridge but later I found it to be more suitable for the kangaroos and so that.)
They came from sydney all the way here with Panda the koala and Woozie.
Jose the junior is attached to jose the senior.
Panda the koala is a koala.
He was named today.
We first ended up calling him koala the panda.
But he is panda the koala.
And Woozie?
Woozie is just such a cute littol thingg!
He was named yesterday.
And his name sounds the best when you say it with a mouthful of food.
WOOOZIEEEE..
They all live in my house.
Dog the mouse is an ADORABLE little mouse with big feet.
really big feet.
And I know he loves his name.

Now Mr.Elephant.
Mr.Elephant has been in the past two days,a subject of much controversy.
Anurina says that he is afraid of the dark.
NOT TRUE.
She just says it.
He is So not afraid of the dark.
He likes being comfy.
Everybody likes being comfy.
She gave everyone the impression that he is an annoying,fussy,stubborn and selfish spoilt brat.
But he is SO not that.
He is a nice boy.
Like I'm a nice girl?
He's a nice boy.
I stole him yesterday while he was hanging from her bag and put him in mine.
She was chasing rupsha down the road because she was running away with dog.
Anurina never realised that mr.elephant was gone.
Nobody ever told her.
poor child.
Today she came and said she's lost him.
We cursed her.
We cursed her like anything.
We said that she threw him down on the road where he must've been trampled by cars,trucks,rickshaws and people.
Then the annoying beggar kids must've come and pulled his ears,his trunk and torn apart his beautiful white polka-dotted blue shirt thing.
Actually this nobody had said.
It came to my mind right now so I'm it putting up.
What the hell. Could've happened no.
Anurina made a bad face.
Then in the last period Rupsha and Anurina fought.
They fought really hard.
Rupsha cursed her and cursed her and cursed her.
ohh oh.
I forgot to mention.
Rupsha,Rajasee and Priyasha knew I had Mr.Elephant.
But it was fun cursing her.
So she cursed her and cursed her and cursed her.
But still.
Anurina not nice.
She said she'll buy new Mr.elephant and even thought of taking woozie away as a replacement for him.
Bad girl anurina bad girl.
They hit each other very badly.
Scratching and the likes.
Then under pressure of manhandling,Rupsha the girl betrayed me and revealed the well-kept secret of the theft.
More appropriately,the rescue.
Then,I was ironing my house flag.
The bad girl came and slapped me really hard on the back.
Thaashhh.
I said WHAT.
She said she wants Mr.Elephant back or I will have to suffer the consequences.
But I don't want to give Mr.Elephant back.He is very happy here.He loves talking to Jose, the junior.They are at the same height above the ground.
I don't think he wants to go back.
Panda,both the Joses and him, have a lot of fun.
Though Panda doesn't talk to much,he loves the others.
He sits on the left hand side speaker while the joses and mr.elephant sit on the subwoofer.
I know they have beautiful conversations.
And they will soon be rejoined by woozie.
Woozie is right now in summer camp at Rupsha's place and has made great friends with jannu the dog and the others.
But then I feel sad for Dog.He is all alone.
That too with Anurina.
I heard she pulled his nose once.
And she has a thing with noses.She ends up damaging them for a lifetime whenever she encounters them during one of her violent fits.
I'm scared for Dog.
God bless Dog.
God Dog.
I posted.

The Tagging Thing-II

So i got tagged again.
ok.It is actually fun.

ahem.

10 SIMPLE PLEASURES.

very good.

1.waking up early in the morning and realising that there's still a lot of time left for me to sleep.
2.singing the millipede song.
3.teaching other people the millipede song.
4.learning new things on the guitar,playing them well and getting complimented.
5.looking at just-finished or old school projects and feeling very proud.
6.listening to things while making coffee on being left home-alone.
7.rain.
8.rain with book and coffee with music in between.
9.receiving nice comments on blogger.
10.receiving calls from people living in my city when they go out of town.

another one.ok?yeah ok. im a nice happy girl.

11.finding new things(anything-pen,pencil, silly hotel shampoo,aircraft chocolates...i mean anything)in luggage when people return home.
12.the other day i was throwing the duster at the blackboard really hard,over and over again.
that gave me IMMENSE pleasure.

again.
i got nobody to tag.
and i dont feel like searching for unknown people and telling them listen i have tagged you.
so forget it.

I just walked out of the house today.It was getting really pissing off.
so i just walked out.
i went for a walk.
i walk a lot you know.
A lot.
i always walk back from a friend's place in ballygunge.
did the same thing that day.it never feels like im walking on the road but.
somewhere "outside."
I just keep on moving.playing stupid little games with footpath tiles.
you know how sometimes you're just so preoccupied with nothing that pretty much nothing is going through your brain which otherwise refuses to shut up.
it was like that thay day.so i crossed all crossings without looking.
certain people must have been pissed off.
like,"you're suppose to look while crossing,you know."
i know i would have thought that.
will remember this other state the next time im in the car.
******
I noticed for the first time that there were two very nice creepers next to the water tank.So I stopped and stared.
the woman behind me in the little shop was staring at me staring.
didnt feel like caring but.
but then i walked away.
like the other day there were these green lights put up on a building on the main road.they were thin sleek lights.they just seemed to be hanging out there.you could go on looking at them.
i was staring again.walked away sometime later.
i wondered what it would be like to stand under the big tank.climb those stairs up to the top.
the tank has always been the martian people.
because those tall cement things..i dont know what to call them..on top of which the round structure is...they have these horizontal bars of cement going around them.
and so they look like those martian people,the ones in Mission to Mars, that stand with really long joined hands while stuff goes around flying and rising.
i liked that movie.
always seen it from the one exact scene where the bearded man tries to kill the other ones.
******
I notied for the first time again last night when i turned around and saw that the cupboard out in the hall looks nice in the dark.it really does.
i'd never seen it like that before.
i would always stare either at the ceiling or out through the window.could see one half of the tank and the top part of the roof of the house across from it.
It is very weird when you end up looking at your hands and realise that they're not just things lying on the pillow but they are supposedly"your own hands."
sounds so stupid.
but it is weird.
and all the shit about voluntary movement is trash.
my hands dont move when i want them to move.
they just end up moving somehow.I dont even know how they do that.
they just do.But i dont dont ask them to turn or bend that way.
like i dont know how they ever got accustomed to playing bar hords. cause earlier whn i tried they used to behave like a spastic's.
how the fuck do they do that.
i sometimes intentionally make them stop.
they do.
but then there is an urge to move them again.
fuck i dont know.
******
my dad had made me stand for an hour outside school alone some time back.
i looked up for the first time.
quite a differnt view.
the weather was nice.
I never knew that there was that multi-light lamp post there.you know the ones which are made the focal point of a gol-chakkar in by-pass?
Its seriously crazy.
these people make the gol-chakkar all nice and pretty and you look up up up the pole and find a lamp post there.
funny.
but this one looked nice.
then that annoying beggar girl came again.
she's really naughty.horrible little girl.I cant believe im writing about her.
she's always pissing me off.
because her intention is to piss people off.
she doesnt ask for money.
she just comes to piss me off.
ive had big fights with her.
and she knows how to screech freaking well.
but i shout loud too.
she just laughs and goes off.
********
im living...supposedly thats what its called.

I have nothing to say...

The old hag wrote OK on the board.
I thought "okay".
Others shouted zero kelvin.
And I would supposedly do much better if I think the same way.
Perceptions.
They can be so annoying.

~science student~

I have changed.
And it feels good.
Feels nothing actually.

Now there's no more awe for something beautiful.Its more of an understanding with it.A knowing silent conversation thats formal in its own way.
Beauty's definition has changed from the what was taught in nursery.
I somehow don't find the Taj Mahal that great.I find the ruins of old forts better.Maybe its because I was expecting more given the hype.
Somebody overhearing laughed when i said that.
I turned to look.He looked at me as well.
I turned and walked away.

Now i don't want perfection.Its a bit too stark.
Now I have my own perception of things around me and I don't demand an explanation for the way they are.
People who do,I find them silly.
Now I know I like something when I say I like it.

Right now,I'm happy the way I am.Even with the things missing.
I know I will change from here.Not much maybe but I will.There's no place in this world for something stagnant.
God knows if this is maturity.Maybe it'll be stupidity a few years down the line.Maybe even a few days, when I read this post again.
But this will remain the first time I felt real.
Happy beacuse of who I was.
And that, is a very good feeling.