Tales from Samovar

There was a time, there is a time and there will be a time. The time won’t change but everything around it will, and if it wouldn’t it’ll be mighty tasteless.

That’s what happened to an impulsive K, when she strolled out of MB and walked straight into the Jehangir Art Gallery ,turned right and entered Samovar. K, was heavy with expectation, burdened with memories of art love & debates; and filled to the brim with passion of a young adult, who once wanted to spin the parliament around. And Samovar, like Kayani, Sarovar, Metro cafe, Café New York, Café Cadel, Ideal Café, etc… had been a witness to this naïve madness. At times, K thought that it was the place that made her who she was. The environs demanded her to be idealistic and revolutionary, or maybe it was her slowly growing mental age. (Especially the café near Horniman circle, whose name she can not recollect, whose owner hoped that she would write about his café one day, when she got really famous. Well, she will.)

Samovar was a little different. The owner did not care; the waiters always took the wrong orders, and everyone there was pseudo elite – talking Kafka, Monet and Braque. The overheard conversations, the quick notes in the scrap book, the Google(ing) it all in the college library – was then a shameless way to acquire more knowledge. Samovar was also a place where K saw Mushy the first time – years before they actually met. (On random note: K saw Pudgy fingers the first time at Gokul’s, before she met him 6 years later, in his office!)

Sitting there, K mulled over everything - the unchanged, crammed, familiar furniture, the shaky wooden tables, host of oddballs sipping on the lassi, art novices and barons, the mesmerized newbie’s face and somewhere, sitting solitary in a corner, was a woman waiting for her déjà vu moment.

The moment did not come. There was a suspension at the very heart of the experience. As K walked out of the gallery, she knew that she had out-grown the Essel World of ivory tower talks. The books are now back into the shelf on Art and Literary Criticism. Noone she knew referred to the ‘Beauty Myth’ before picking up a copy of Vogue, or a pair of pumps from Aldo.

A change in approach...

".... and shall we know the nomenclature of such a fine display of providence?",
she asked.
He replied, "the cat deserves the best and the happiest and the fattest codfish!"

now, there is so much to be happy about!

Evil Come Evil Go

There are multiple Beelzebub’s and ratched's in K life, but the Slithering Walrus has not really gotten off her head.

The time will come when retribution shall be satiated. Till then, the Scorpio lays in patience. A gift - like its foolish, courageous flight.

Irked with work!

on sunshine's birthday yesterday, conversations veered from jaw hurting laughter to extreme frowns. Every single woman in that room had developed an aversion to work for someone - be it an organization or a person. it just seemed liked the worst thing in life!

Although K echoed the sentiment, there was a ringing question as to why there is so much of hatred towards companies and their policies? It wasn't just K's strangeness that invited wrath uncalled for but it was something bigger - like a gangrene.

In another recent conversation with Loudmouth, he claimed that every employee feels that s/he is underpaid and every employer feels that he is paying more than the employee's caliber. i do not know whether to agree or disagree, as the ratio to unhappy employees against unhappy employers is unmatched.

Companies are here to make profits, and they'd never compromise on that. What are employees here for? to gain letters of experience or learn a trick or two in corporate politics or to just become more proficient at doing the same mental and physical activity?

It did not dawn on us till we calculated how much we earned for the time and the talent we bartered for. It just did not seem to be worth anything - it seemed that we had run into severe losses, and we were the key culprits of the same.

who needs a job? why should we listen and work for someone who makes more money from our talents than we do? we must really be stupid to let this happen to us, and to believe that it's the most secure thing in the world!

Random Quote: "perizad khola said this in the indiflick Just Married - that when wit dawns on you, you should never waste time."

In circles. . . .

there is a certain strangeness with people around me. it's the trolls verus i . it's an awakward war. my strangeness against their marinated wisdom.

the name of a rose

say, how do i define myself?
what is it that characterizes my blog?
say if i title me in a book, what will it be called?

~ ideally it could be called :

# chronicles of an eponymous fool

you tell me, my lost reader, what suits me the best - the anti-heroin, the name chanter, the grumble bee, the soul searcher, the eternal watchman at the gates of the world.

tell me.

Revenge is Good

Yes, it is and it is as delicious as a cold blueberry cheese cake. K realized this when she understood that 'she' was her only job in life!

In three recent conversations with the Chameleon, the wise capitalist, Oyster seeker and Childmom - K witnessed decadent emotions unfurl only because they were not combated in time. The volcanic eruptions within her were almost a deja vu when she saw the wise capitalist upset over past incidences, which she could have avoided if she had chosen to be equally cruel.

So what stops us from avenging our wounds? is it something within or is it just conditioning? A social jargon that tells us that we must forgive and forget, that we must move on and leave the perpetrator into the hands of fate? The common gyaan is 'It is wrong to harbor ill feelings, it is wrong to think ill of someone, lest feed them their soggy toast.'

K has come to think otherwise, revenge is liberating. It is going to set us free of all the negative energy and thought that we have bolted into our unconscious under the garb of social decorum and high spirituality. Avenging negativity, positively or negatively itself works wonders for our mind and our self esteem. Tried it accidentally previously, and K does not have ill memories of that individual and the incident.

Revenge is like disposing waste instantly - verbal or non verbal. Just clean ur self of all the garbage that you have piled up out of ur naivety and shallow goodness. You will feel really better once you fill urself with pure impeachable goodness - not a borrowed and acquired one!

With an almost history of ill incidences with negativity, K has concluded that she shall entertain them no more.

Demeter - Persepone - Hades

Does this trio ring a bell?

It's one of the oldest and most classic examples of rebellion leading to tug-o-war.

K is suffering this one right now!