Deceit

I care for an idea. Of who I think you are. But I know that you are not that. It is an image of you that I have built in my head. I like talking to that image. That is the image I care for, not you. That I am decieving myself, perhaps because I have nothing to do. Deep down I know it is an escape.

In another week, I will be hard at work. I will have no time for you. Because, I don't get attached.

Postcards will be back in a short while

As soon as I can locate a scanner. You can always scroll down and read the old ones.

Unreliable, Indecisive, Cynical, Sarcastic, Self Absorbed, Bad tempered, Hypocritical, Self Pitying, Humorless, Boring, Unfriendly, Depressive.

Feel free to check all those that apply to you. You probably won't come across such a list of nasty adjectives again.

Toodles Poodles!

Postcard #6 - Polarity

written to "Don't tell me good night" by Lobo.

A sunset I would like to describe.

Running. I am tired. I stop. I glance up. It’s darkening now. Passers-by stop to see what I stare at. Nothing. They look at me. Some of them laugh as they drive away.

I see little black feathering leaves of tall trees scraping against a deep, deep blue setting sky. Like tiny black rivers. The deep blue is riddled in parts with dark gray clouds, a child’s left, right splashes of yellow and orange, but the blue is dominant. Somewhere in a patch, the sun sinks into red. I also see a silverish grey island cloud in the sky surrounded by pink and white puffy mountain clouds.

In striking contrast, a brown banyan stands in front of me, sending it's infinite roots plunging to the ground, the withered sentinels of it's ageing branches.

Postcard #5 - The Green Lady

Postcard #4 - A Summer Dawn

By parts, a silver dawn on the horizon slips between the folds of night’s dark sheet. Joining the stars by criss-crosses of bursting daylight, like a shiny fat woman filling up her black dress to the seams.

The meadow from where I stand to the foot of the grassy knoll beyond which the sky rises turns from black to dewy green. Shapes are now discernible. The little farm dots are waking up. The wind zips over and around the mustard stalks below. The mustard flowers are dizzy with all the twirling, as if she had put a blanket around them and given them a good exuberant spin and then run away, leaving them reeling behind, a kind of a gypsy dance.

Breathe in the summer dawn. It is not hot. The zippy air of the yellow mustard flowers skims down to your depths. One smiles. She is so happy. The wind I mean.

Postcard #3 - The Desert's Wish

Many days have passed since the desert sand saw the rider first. Like all her challengers, fresh and spirited. Now there is no mount and water is scarce. His shirt has become a dusty brown from a clear sparkling white rivalling the shine of her golden skin. Bright eyes had made her jealous and she had blown a sharp sand laden dart of air into them. Now she feels his shudder against the cold night, curled up, face against her sands. Her yellow ridges that make him squint in the day turn a bloody red in the moon-light, her words of warning. She knows her expanse. Why does he not heed her.

His beauty is like the rush of the water along her skin a long time ago. She sighs at his obstinacy. He feels a dry wind against his face.

She hopes he will turn where the wind blows. There is water there. Branches that end in green swaying spikes against a clear azure sky. A little oval of deep blue in her glowing vastness.

Part 3 - A song says it better

This way to Part 1 and Part 2.

Continuing in my vein of my political ranting, "Leningrad" by Billy Joel is one song that will make you stop and think. I am no American or Russian, was 3 years old when the Cold War officially ended, but it sounds out similar feelings.

Part 2

This way to Part 1. I advise continuity. It's never a good idea to catch someone in the middle of their rant.

No wish to be offensive but ---"the U.S. wants freedom for Iraqi people". Now why do I find that unconvincing? I think it's more like"the U.S. wants Iraqi oil at a really cheap price".Pakistan has bloody WMD and its state sponsored terrorism, we don't see the U.S. breathing down its neck like the big brother that it is ,do we?

"Now we must turn our attention to North Korea and Iran"-- What is this?!? Some kind of video game?! These are countries we're talking about!!

The reason why there is polarization in the world is because of the U.S's dominating ways. These people want a way of life that's their own. Yeah, maybe they're going about it the wrong way, but they've pretty much been pushed into the corner.What does Iran do when it finds America descend in all its glory next to it, in some mad oil caper? How does it prevent itself from becoming the next Iraqi wipeout??

Violence is never answered by peace.

If the U.S. thinks that the rest of the world is going to believe that a society rooted in capitalism just goes invading an oil well out of purely samaritan feelings, then it's got another one coming. One morning Donald Rumsfeld just wokeup and said, "Hey! poor Omar over in Iraq just got bashed up by some Ba'athists last night, I think I'll go get me some liberating there." Yeah that's right prevent some "saddamization".They've obviously got over all their own racially and economically divided society to now go about like prophets reforming the world. Oh yes! we've got over all our problems of teenage sex, violence, alcohol and drug abuse. Now we are the perfect example of what other countries in the world should be like.

Honestly, sometimes the American arrogance astounds me! Do they even realize that the countries they are invading have millions of years of civilisation behind them. Incidentally the U.S. has moved it's population of native americans to quite a dwindling one, what with all the free ranging cowboys.

"The Iraqis are learning what freedom is. Freedom has to be fought for." These people are not exactly suckling babes who have to be told their asses from their elbows. When you talk about teaching the Mesopotamians what freedom is and freedom has to be fought for, I can't help being wide-eyed. Hammurabi's code of law somebody?? That was while the Europeans were keeping their asses from freezing off if they had managed to descend from neanderthals yet!This is the Babylonians and the Mesopotamians we are talking about-- a naturally great race. A race that was not allowed to reach their potential. A race that was doing just fine until the whole thing got warped by the greedy imperialists.

Surprise! Surprise! We see the first terrorists.... featuring- the Congo heads on a pike by Belgium, the U.S. was not much better in the Philippines. The reason these countries descended into the mess is because the natural growth of these countries was interfered with. When you rape a woman it takes time for her to go back to normal and she goes through very traumatic times before normalcy. The french revolution came naturally after years of oppressive monarchy. Same goes for British democracy. The same British who divided India before leaving, so that it would never become "the golden bird" it used to be. First major act of global polarisation. I would advise you to go and read about the brotherly feelings between the Hindus and Muslims that made India what it was before the British policy of Divide and Rule was brought into place.

Now that the westerner politicos have pretty much made a pig's breakfast of the rest of the world, they might as well let it be! Instead of adding soya sauce as topping. Man! was there ever such a bunch of nosy parkers!! And these are the same people who go suing right, left and centre for violation of privacy.Given their record, I think the rest of the world can be forgiven for their skepticism when it comes to the "pure of heart" line of reasoning.

I don't see the Brits returning the Kohinoor, or for that matter the gold and the national wealth that the French, the U.S , the Belgians, the Spaniards, the Portugese, the Germans, the Japanese and the Soviets robbed from these countries. No, now they are given aids. My ass! Thats bloody well the booty you looted!

Please let us not forget why WW I happened. And further let us not forget why Hitler rose to power. You got rid of one Hitler and got back a Kim Jong2, the Taliban, a Stalin, a handful of Ayatollahs and a Saddam.

History teaches lessons, only one must learn to learn them!

This is not a postcard to Chandler, it's just something I needed to say, for the postcards just scroll down - Part 1

Taking a break from trying to write creatively, I am going a bit political. I hope this will not be a lasting state of affairs.

I was recently watching some more of George Bush's elaborations and felt that I would like to voice my opinions on my own public forum.

I'll start out by saying that I am not supporting terrorism here. That being done, there is something one should say.

After WWII the big western muscles wanted to give the Jews a place to stay, why couldn't it have been in Europe where they were(the big western nations with their diplomacy and politics and 'we'll put the world right attitude' and 'the war to end all wars(what SHIT!!)' ? Why did they have to go pushing them into Jordan, Syria and Palestine, no wonder they protested! but yes, I don't support killing of innocent people, but America's nosy policy as the world's 'so called peace-maker' and 'watchdog' is rather bugging to the rest of us. Stop acting like big daddy for Christ's sake!! and I wish Donald Rumsfeld would take that hockey stick out of his ass!


"Okay. After WWII, Israel was established. We have to live with that, now. Should the US not help Israel when being attacked by Hezbollah?"


Israel is actually quite able to help itself. The U.S. tried helping out in Iraq and look what happened. It tries helping out on the India-Pakistan issue, and what do you have. For it's Afghanistan it seeked out Pakistan's help; I ask you?!?! One would have to be really dumb to not figure out who's behind the terrorist attacks in India that happen almost everyday. The U.S. had one 9/11, India has it everyday; does the world even remember the 45 sikhs that were masacarred in kashmir (lined up and just shot), Akshardham, the constant militancy in Kashmir(the undeclared war that India has been fighting since 1945). It's not a question of mine is bigger than yours but if there's one thing the U.S. should not have done is gone and linked with Pakistan( state sponsored terrorism if there ever was). Good's good and bad's bad. The whole game that the U.S. plays in south-east asia is support Pakistan, so India doesn't get strong; support India so China doesn't get strong; come off it, the U.S. doesn't give a damn if a few more trains in Mumbai got blown up.

And the U.S. has to get out of it's illusion that the changes it makes are going to be permanent. You cannot go barging into people's countries and try and make them live the way you wnat them to live. If you provoke them, reactions are going to take place, and then you end up with messes like Iraq(a war of justice indeed, ha! a war of oil more like it), Israel. But I'll say going aftre bin Laden and pulverising the Taliban was one good thing they did( ok they chose the wrong partners but they did it). So they should have stuck to keeping after him, till they found him and stuck pins into his behind(grenade pins and blown the bastard up as well), not lost interest like a 5 yr. old in a math class and gone running after Saddam in the middle of it all.

Hey, besides I like Israel. I am quite sure you've realised by now that I am Indian. They're really the guys India can identify with. If ever we had to choose a partner(may that day of final reckoning never come, I hope for world peace) I hope we go with them, not people who like living in the gray zone. In fact they're better than us at this terrorism bullshit. India's too soft. Sometimes one feels the army should just get into Kashmir and blow up those crazy bastards without caring about what the U.S. and the U.N. are harping on. If the U.S. agrees to help people do that and not dilly- dally politicizing the whole bloody thing, then sure they're welcome to help people out. But unfortunately, they're not so morally uplifted as they like to believe.

Postcard #2 - The Gray Parlour

She sits in parlour which has only degrees of gray in it. The opening on the left leads to a Chinatown opium den of some metropolis. The only décor of the room beyond the beaded curtain is a pervasive black embellished with gigantic red neon dragons. Patrons in various stages of stupor lie in various positions of abandon on the oriental couches placed end to end. Most of them should have given up long ago, for them the road has ended.

It is little wonder that she doesn’t like being her. Her position as concierge exposes her to risks, she at 21 would much rather have nothing to do with. But this is where she has to work.

The enveloping darkness of this out-of-the-way building renders it difficult to even hazard a guess at the time of the day. The only breaks are the flashes of daylight that dart inside when the grey door slides open to let in yet another gaunt opiate customer. But during the day these moments are few and far between, being much more frequent in the night when the darkness outside rivals that inside. So more often than not, her eyes close against the sparkling stimulus.

Posrcard #1 - The First Hello

A word of introduction is called for here.

This blog is intended to be a series of postcards ala Raymond Chandler. I am actually no avid admirer of his and in fact I profess to have near to no knowledge of this great man's work; having read only one of his books( The Long Goodbye - you will see the reflection in the title of the post) and come across two of his limericks by means of hearsay. You laugh here. It is understandable.

I came to know of his practice of writing scenes on postcards during a conversation with a near relation; he(the relation) infact having all that information on RC that I do not. So by in large his influence begins and stops right there on the blog title.

However, I hope to in the course of the lifetime of this blog to read some of that inspired individual's work and hope that under that influence the quality of my postcard descriptions takes but a turn for the better.

I conclude this by saying that if you have come here looking for a story, you are going to be disappointed. At best you can hope for flashes of light, breaths of wind and fast passing glimpses of moments that I have experienced. I like to call it the Impressionism of writing.