Thursday, November 15

Wake up for pancakes...


This is probably the most testing aspect of my personality, my inability to sleep. Or rather, the propensity to sleep at odd timings. Sometimes it strikes me as really unfair, as I miss out on so much bright cheerio sunshine part of the day. Also, day time is better because things get busy and it makes you distracted enough to fret on mundane things. Nights are something else. It's just you, there are people I can call and yak my night through, but sometimes there's no balance and most of the times no one seems engaging enough. There are certain limits to which you can have mindless conversations with people on Messenger, and not too many awake at 4 am anyway except firang idiots who have yet another question pertaining to their ever-increasing plans for Goa. Really, I don't get this hyper-ventilation over South Asian travel. If you're already so chicken shit, don't bother coming here anyway. Don't fucking stand with me at Khan Market and gobble 3 malaria pills before downing your kebabs. Really, how gay is that. How come you didn't get your mommy too.
I spent some time trying to make my blog look different. But I found nothing that made me interested enough to discard familiarity. Blogger is so predictable. Only for Oh I've been doing Photoshop since I was 6 kind of people. Everybody I know is crazy about Photoshop, and they use it generously to make themselves look marginally attractive or more intriguing on Facebook. Actually, it's pretty dumb for me to crib because if I was an Adobe expert, I would do that too!
So night time is my time. I stay awake most nights on the computer making Google my best friend. So now I know enough about the Boom Festival to book my tickets for 2008. And I also know that Neil Armstrong saw alien spaceships on the moon, owing to which there have been no further excursions to the moon. Then I try to watch television which is always a bad idea that lasts for exactly 5 minutes. Tv is something that I just need in my house, in case I'm dying to watch something live. Like the news. But once it's there, I end up watching it twice a month. And I vowed to myself that I'll only commence my viewership once Shahrukh Khan is done with the promotion of his movie. Because if I'm subjected to yet another sight of him on any channel now, I swear I'll cut my hair, put on red lipstick and run naked on the streets. Why, I don't know. Right now, that really seems crazy.
This is something I do when I'm not trying to convince myself that there are chances that self will fall asleep. So I try to bury myself in blankets so that the warmth makes me drowsy, sometimes read Ramachandra Guha to make me sleepier. Nothing happens, I stay wide awake thinking of how I have nothing planned for the next day and it will truly suck if my mom sees me first thing in the morning yet another time. And then she'll make her ancient call center joke. Then I'll bug my maid to make breakfast. I'll read the newspaper, crib on how there's nothing else to read, not pick up my phone, in case I do, make excuses to people wanting to meet, like how I'm too unwell or too busy with nothing in particular. The thought of staying awake and interacting with someone in a bar in Delhi, thinking of the old times makes me nervous. Mostly because I remember nothing. And if I do recall snippets, those are not enough to last 3 hours with someone. There are others who I meet once a year, and hence not important enough. I wonder, am I turning into a sociopath? Or it's just that I suffer from abominably high standards.



Have been listening to the Thaw Sessions lately. A lot. Why do most people like to diss Verve? Yes, they sucked after Urban Hymns, but that's what happens when retards deviate musicians from the main purpose by treating them like God. And when they start to think that they are indeed God, You just act pish tosh about it, labeling it too commercial for your taste. Hahaha. Actually, I've never been a huge Verve listener, but if these 14 minutes are a true sampler of what the rest of the album is going to sound like, I may just become one.

14 comments:

basho said...
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basho said...

I don't sleep either.

whitelight said...
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whitelight said...

btw, you like Echo & the bunnymen?

whitelight said...

not as awesome as Blur, Supergrass or Pulp, but Verve was a pretty good band nonetheless. fortunately they did not have time to suck.

if i'm not wrong they never made any music (as a band) after Urban Hymns.

should get the new stuff. have been reading about it.

LostLittleGirl said...

Yes you're right. I meant that Urban Hymns was the last effort, albeit the most commercial one. Nothing close to albums like Northern Star and Storm in Heaven, where these guys were being more of themselves. And even though Ashcroft's individual work was real bad, this sole jamming effort is beautiful. The album is going to out sometime in November I think..let's see. You must get it.

Oh yes, love them. But the only album I have is Ocean Rain & Siberia, rest are singles. Haven't heard them in a while though

Basho: So what's your reason?

basho said...

Counting many colored sheep mainly.

LostLittleGirl said...

Haha. That's what you DO. But what keeps you awake?

basho said...

Now that would be telling ;)

LostLittleGirl said...

Telling enough for strangers :)

Your writing is wonderful, has a strange wistfulness to it.

basho said...

Thank you. I hope you buy my first book. :)

whitelight said...

Ocean Rain: what an album, man.

whitelight said...

another fab release: Burial's Untrue. brilliant electronica/dubstep.

The Hermit of Wandering Thoughts said...

A fellow owl..greetings for the other side of sleep.....