December 25, 2007 at 12:57 pm · Filed under personal
Had stepped out last evening to indulge in a bit of stargazing. Mars, they said, was right next to the moon. Maybe it was. Not sure, if the bright red star just above the moon was the one. Either ways, I wanted to believe it, and get over with it.
He calls up from somewhere around OMR, asks me his usual, “’sup bro”.
“The sky.”
“Lovely tonight, ain’t it?.”
“Certainly.”
“Went to church? Oh, Merry Christmas, by the way.”
“You too. Yeah, just got back from there. Nothing great happening, not like the good old days.”
“What good old days?”
“Remember St. Mary’s in Dubai?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“It’s funny, I remember asking Father Daniel not to ask the girls to stop wearing deep necks and sleeveless to church.”
“Oh, did you? (laughs) What did he say?”
“Shrugged, and told me it’s church.”
“Lovely human, is Father Dan.”
“Absolutely.”
“Remember the crib we made?”
“Hell, yeah. And I asked Father Dan then too, while spraying those cotton snowflakes, how could Jesus be born in deep winter, because the Bible says that shepherds were outdoors at night with their flocks.”
“Luke?”
“Eeeeeeeeyup.”
“What did Father Dan say?”
“Said he was impressed that a non-Catholic’s knows his Bible.”
“And?”
“And that’s it. Surely, he knows, he’s just a mysterious man. I didn’t want to press it either.”
“True.”
(silence)
“Sup?”
“The sky.”
“It’s lovely, bro.”
“Mars looks like it’ll plant a celestial kiss tonight. On the moon, of course.”
“Hmm, don’t think there’ll be any outer-space collisions. Those Alien STC bastards are nice.”
“STC?”
“Space Traffic Controllers.”
“Oh, okay.”
“You know, like the air-traffic ones in space who - ”
“Dude, I got it.”
“Okay. Sandman, what’s with you bro? Mars kissing the moon? No profanity? You’ve been skygazing? All okay?”
“Yeah, I am. And hey, I love looking at the stars. You know me, I’m a Centaur.”
“As much as I am. Firenze was hotter though.”
“Firenze? Yeah, but he had filthy teeth, probably brushed them every time Halley’s comet went past him.”
“They see Mars better than you do.”
“I see it myself, bro, there she is, a bright shining red.”
“Here we go again. What’s wrong with you man?”
“Nothing, nothing.”
“But you’re right, it looks beautiful in red.”
“Well, not as beautiful as someone I know.”
(silence) He wasn’t sure what to say. After about three minutes, “Hey!”
“Yeah.”
“Sands?”
“Yeah?”
“’sup, bro.”
Yeah, what was up after all? Why am I being so stupidly romantic? Poetic? Am I in love? Or is it just an infatuation? Or am I still stuck in the trench of the October sorrow? Will someone tell me what the fuck is happening with me? I didn’t know what to tell the guy on the other side of the phone, so I just looked up at the carpet of blue.
“The sky.”
December 25, 2007 at 11:50 am · Filed under fiction, movies
Statutory warning: If you haven’t seen The Departed and/or The Independence Day, the back button beckons. If you have, this post is strictly for audiences ages 18 and above.
Dean Devlin wrote this brilliant speech from ‘The Independence Day’ - the video is here.
Good morning. In less than an hour, aircrafts from here will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind. “Mankind.” That word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can’t be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interest. Perhaps it’s fate that today is the Fourth of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom … Not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution… but from annihilation. We are fighting for our right to live. To exist. And should we win the day, the Fourth of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day the world declared in one voice: “We will not go quietly into the night!” We will not vanish without a fight! We’re going to live on! We’re going to survive! Today we celebrate our Independence Day!
When President Thomas Whitmore is done, I had the hair standing in pride, occidentalism notwithstanding. Forget the oil, this speech touched me, impeach Bush and bring Pullman on. Moved me, it did.
But, just wondering, what if Marty made the flick instead of Roland Emmerich? And what if William Monahan wrote the dialogue? And, what if Mark Wahlberg was President? Here’s a potential Scorsesian touch.
Good morning, ladies. In less than one fucking hour, aircrafts from all around the fucking planet including this shithole will unite like a million dicks up an alienwhore’s ass. We’ll be shoving a few missiles up the bitch mothership. This is gonna be the largest fucking battle in history. No, we ain’t taking any fucking shit from any dipshits no more. It’s about time you guys wake the fuck up and get your asses and acts together. And hey, bitches, today’s the fourth of fucking July, you Irish lace-curtain motherfuckers? We’re fighting for our freedom. It ain’t from fucking tyranny, oppression, or persecution - nope - but from fucking annihilation. For our right to fucking live. To fucking exist. We won’t let aliens fuck us through our own fucking planet. No fucking way. And should we smoke those motherfucking alien bastards today, the Fourth of July will no longer be known as a fucking American holiday, but as the day the fucking world declared in one fucking voice: “We will not let our dicks go limp and pee into the night! We’re going to live on, you alien fucksticks! We’re going to fucking survive! Today we celebrate our fucking Independence Day!
Let’s nuke the bitch. And if you think I’ll screw up like I did in Iraq, blow me.
Yes, dear reader, I just needed an excuse to curse. Merci, really, for bearing with the profanity. I’ll stop fucking with you.
December 22, 2007 at 2:26 pm · Filed under personal
UPDATE: I’m awake and back to blogging. Personal situation under control.
Thank you, lovely sweetheart and her husband in the depths of Malleshwaram, for pulling me out and telling me I can’t stop blogging for nuts. Thanks, even more, for driving up to CCD and sharing the calories off a Chocolate Fantasy with me at midnight on Xmas eve. Couldn’t have asked for more from a friend.
No thanks for getting mushy in my car. Next time, you two better behave, okay?
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I have a few personal situations to deal with, which means I’m off blogging till the end of 2007. Might see the odd contribution on Mutiny, but otherwise, next post’s in 2008.
Until then, happy holidays folks.
December 19, 2007 at 1:01 pm · Filed under personal
Out of bed, and the warm rug no longer protects him from the icebite of a hostile wintery breeze. Shivering and shuddering his way into the day as the sun remains shy at dawn, he realizes the importance of warmth, a blessing disguised – sometimes as affection from a mother’s embrace, or tenderness from a lover’s flesh.
Yet man has the unique distinction of being the only warm-blooded animal to have bitter hailstones flowing through his loathing veins.
Let the frost freeze thy skin and not thy heavenly heart.
December 11, 2007 at 10:50 pm · Filed under poetry
Band Rush Island
two souls had met
then brimming with happiness
now studded with regret
as the love kept growing
it came under a curse
you’d think they’d make it
alas! it only got worse
so the boy departed
now he’s not even a friend
it’s a sorry state of affairs
at Band Rush Island
