Myriad memories.

The Second World War.
Icecream and chocolate cake.
White pajamas.
Smiles that are fake.
Scrabble and chess.
Peter Pan and Shakespeare.
Blazer and tie.
A glass of draught beer.
Pacing around the room.
A box of matches.
Bacon and eggs.
Lots of red patches.
Far away in the distance.
And yet so near.
Oh, how I wish...
How I wish you were here.

Don't try to understand this poem. It makes lots of allusions of which only I know the significance.
It's my poem, dealing with my loss.
"What shall we use to fill these empty spaces..?"
- Pink Floyd.
They couldn't have been more correct. Some empty spaces just cannot be filled.
*sigh*
Aah well, life moves on. And one grows up.

Yum.

This is what I've been upto, instead of burying my nose in the works of Shelley, Keats and Byron.

An afternoon well spent.

Supersonic Overdrive!

Hello little boys, little toys
We're the dreams you're believing
Crawling up the walls
Running down your face...

Dammit- I just can't get it out of my head!

Razor sharp, razor clean
Feel the weapon's sensation
On your back
With loaded guns!

Talk about addictive...
I find myself singing these lines while I'm cooking, lacing up my Converse sneakers, or even brushing my teeth.

Now hold on to me, pretty baby
If you want to fly
I'm gonna melt the fever, sugar
Rolling back your eyes...

Ever get a song into your head that you simply can't get out? One that you wouldn't want to get out too- because it's just too darn catchy?
Le Disko is stuck in my head now. For lesser enlightened ones, it's this amazing song by Shiny Toy Guns- that was featured in the MotoRazr 2 ad.
BRILLIANT song.
The lyrics just get me inside- know what I mean?

We're gonna ride the race cars
We're gonna dance on fire
We're the girls Le Disko
Supersonic overdrive...

"Supersonic Overdrive". I have had that as my Gtalk status display for a while now. And believe me, I'm one to change status displays as frequently as... Erm.. Well, just frequently. (For want of a good simile.)

So what's it gonna take?
Silver shadow believer
Spock rocker with your dirty eyes
It's a chance gonna move
Gonna fuck up your ego
Silly boy gonna make you cry...

"Silver shadow believer"... I am just speechless. Does it get you tapping your feet, or what??!

If what they say is true...
You're a boy - and I'm a girl
I will never fall in love with you.

I love this song! Every time I hear it, it makes me want to get up and dance!
It's official- this song is my latest addiction.
And it's not just me- I've made someone else crazy about it too. Feels nice to spread the joy.

Oh, and by the way- this blog post is for you. I guess you know why. *wink*

Delhi-Agra Trip. Day 4: Sunday

Yippee, it's back to Calcutta today! Much as Delhi-Agra has been enjoyable, I'm missing my place, the cats, home cooked food, and everything in general.

Day is pretty uneventful. We drive to Gurgaon, where Guppy loses the bet that we spot any public transport vehicle. Now he owes us 1 grand. Methinks we won't get it anytime soon.

We drop by Gora's place. He's wearing a T-shirt that says 'Buffon!' I shall refrain from saying anything further. He explains that it's not Buffoon, as many people think, but Buffon is a football team.

Then it's to City Centre, a huge mall in Gurgaon. Ma drives everyone crazy with her window shopping. My shoulders are aching from carrying my bag around. I help Ma pick out a pair of shoes, and then it's time to drive to the airport.

The usual hugs and goodbye kisses. It's been fun. I'll miss Guppy. But it's going to be nice getting back to Calcutta.

Delhi Airport is horrible. Our own airport is so much better organised. They need to take a leaf out of our book.

I make friends with a girl from SXC 3rd year Mathematics on the plane. Turns out we know loads of common people The time goes by- chatting with her. There's a most uncouth man snoring at the back. All the passengers on the plane are miffed. Irritating.

And now the plane's landing.

I'm back home! :)

Delhi-Agra Trip. Day 3: Saturday

*Yawn* It's friggin' 7 in the morning, and we have to get ready for the long day ahead. It's nearly daybreak! We all drag ourselves to the shower and get ready- not together of course! Heh.
I throw together some stuff- shades, water, a bottle with some leftover Coke, and camera, and we head for the car. Bitta drives at 40 km/hr as usual. Our stomachs are rumbling with hunger- we haven't had breakfast, so we tell him to stop at a dhaba. But he drives on- he never stops for anything or anyone. Finally we do manage to stop at a dhaba. Yaay! There are cute rabbits in a makeshift hutch.. Or should I be saying Vodafone? Heh. Sad joke, sorry. We have aloo parathas and rather spicy stuffed aloo, and then we're on our way!
It's an unbelievably long drive, but we see lots of interesting things on the way- a protest march in Chandigarh, camels in Uttar Pradesh, you get my point. We break the monotony by taking rather self-obsessed snaps of ourselves, listening to music, gossipping about random stuff under the sun, ragging Guppy...
The drive is supposed to be a 4 hour long one, and we reach in 5 and a 1/2! All thanks to Bitta. The line inside is LONG. We have to buy tickets, I have to give up my bag- too many formalities.
I squeak and giggle when the female bodyguard checks me for weapons- read: feels me up.
And we're finally inside!
On a serious note, I'm pretty blank about the walk to the Taj Mahal. The sight of the monument just erased most of the memories. All I remember is us walking towards it, and catching glimpses of something big and pale and white in the far distance. And then we were in front of it.
It's beautiful. It's something everyone should see. Many of us can't go to Paris, some of us aren't able to see the Pyramids, but the Taj Mahal is a different story. It's more accessible than most. For those of you who have seen it, you know what I'm talking about. For those of you who haven't seen it, DO GO. It's worth seeing. And I'm never one to heap praise where it isn't deserved.
The Taj Mahal is HUGE. We've come at a good time though- in summer, the marble burns beneath your feet. Right now, it feels quite cool. There's some restoration work going on. The Yamuna looks quite dried up. Guppy points out a dog supposedly bathing in the river. And then of course, there's the usual posing for photographs, smiling fake smiles that are supposed to be photogenic, et al.
We don't go inside though, much to my chagrin. We would like to, but the queue is too long, and we have to leave in a while if we want to get back to Delhi at a decent time.
What architecture! We call ourselves advanced with all our glass walls and Spanish tiles, but THAT'S what advancement was! The whole monument is just so well structured and balanced and planned. It's so carefully thought out.
It's wonderful. It's a legacy. Imagine having a monument built for you.
Saikat, if you're reading this... *hint hint*
We stop at the Taj Mahal museum for a brief five minutes. There are weapons of sorts, coins, and even the blueprint of the Taj Mahal. Most impressive.
And now it's time to set out again. Bitta drives faster this time- methinks he's in a hurry to get home. Wonder why. We stop at a dhaba, ask the boy to come to our table. He's in a hurry to get to another table, flashes what seems like the middle finger but turns out to be the index finger in a gesture to ask us to wait for a second. This time we have steaming hot tarka and roti.
We reach Delhi in 4 hours this time. Go Bitta!
After a quick dinner, it's time for bed. We're exhausted.
But it was a wonderful day.