Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Atticus

How should a guy react to digging out his only baby rattle from the family archives of junk, lovingly dumped into some random box under a supersized table?

I live at home now…home being a matchbox sized 1BHK, with a miraculous balcony. A home currently occupied by 5 people, so space needs to be fought for. And I’d waged a war against the balcony…throwing away everything we didn’t need…and dumping into more boxes, the stuff we apparently did.

And we happen to be a family of hopeless stashers, so the aforementioned task…is a huge one. Boxes and cabinets and cupboards are brimming with the arcane and the useless….relics of the 3 generations that called it home. Stuff from work, school, the children, the grandparents, the Gulf, the malluland, the weddings and the funerals. Just stuff, man….Monica would have an orgasm just listing the categories they could be organized into.

My dad has this thing for restoring ancient electronics. He’d bring stuff from the office that’s probably been discarded after 3 lifetimes of use, and tinker away until it got running again. It used to drive Mom mad at times….we’d have the most massive of audio systems (one entire cake sized box for the radio, another such box for the tape recorder, and even another for the amplifier). Stuff with dials for indicators…and knobs for everything else. Crackly sound and horrible reception too, but those things never were the point. And this museum also had sections for the ancient wood paneled TVs, the 286s PCs, and dinky air heaters with exposed red hot copper coiling.

Some of those have made their way here. Add to that a cornucopia of nursing manuals (Mom), draughtsman’s instruments (Uncle), banking newsletters, Old Spice shaving kits and ornate lighters (Grandpa,), an assortment of textbooks used and handed over by the grandkids here, and the (Tom & Jerry / wildlife/wrestling) cassettes, and discarded / recycled toys left here by the dozen odd grandkids…and it’s a bewildering personal museum…that balcony.

And it’s here that I’ve now dug up my beloved rattle, my swaddling cloth, the earliest family photos (Dad must have been 14 in some), the sexy little gold lighters, my grandmother’s wedding sari…and a plastic pouch containing too many openers to belong to a family of teetotalers. And there’s still a ton to sift through. My new daily habit.

It started off as a dumping drive…so that I could fit in a hammock, a bitching PC, some very phancy speakers, a book rack a lamp & a bed. Nothing too ambitious. Now I’ve got frigging sentimentality tooth marks all over my heiney.

Current music: Window in the skies, U2.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

nothing much yet

I was hoping to post the next one from a spanking new broadband connection at home. Buggers have taken my money, and havent installed anything yet...so am resorting back to free campus Net.

It's this stupid feeling swimming around...when you know you've got posts swimming around in your head waiting to be typed down, but you feel too guilty to spend an hour or two indulging your blog instincts. And these blokes have been swimming for about a fortnight now.

The damn CFA. Applied too soon, and when in a frame of mind when I wanted a break from the books. Need to grit my teeth and finish it off now.

Random incident from 3 days back :

I'm lounging in front of the TV with my folks when this celebrity lookalike gets on the screen and does his thing. He's short, with gray hair, stupid french beard, and an emphasised slur.

Mom : "It's Amitabh Bacchan"

Bro : "Nope, it's Chandrababu Naidu"

Sis : "No wait, it's Rajnikanth"

An appropriate silence. then yours truly pipes up "It's Ron Jeremy".
Bro wrinkles his brow trying to figure if (where?) he'd heard that name before. Sis and Mom nod thoughtfully at the screen.

Lets thank the good Lord for not giving parents the "Let's google it" impulse.


Listening to : The wheels are turning - Springsteen

Sunday, April 01, 2007

apologies and all

It's a conundrum, mate. One spends 5 days at office and home, swearing at the dialup, waiting for his turn on the computer, and generally being too frustrated to do anything beyond playing some music and some Counterstrike. One tells himself he'd get out of that neurotic mess come the weekend.

And he does succeed at that. A bit too well. I know I've blogged unsober in the past, but c'mon...in these hard times...between a pint and an empty Word doc staring back at you...what would you do for 2 days?

But umm, I did want to blog some announcements today. There's a will to take writing a bit more seriously now. I'll try and pimp this space with some eye candy too. And I'd try and go anonymous...allow myself some serious bloodletting, both creatively and personally.
I cant decide yet on whether to start another url now, a la lifebeyondnitie.com, or to archive the older stuff in a password protected section on the site, or just leave the shit the way it is. Opinions pliss

I've been spending too much time here. I've also been spending too much time in the bar, but I'd vehemently protest (hic), that's it more to do with the former.

Song in my head : Roadtripping, RHCP