A train to catch...

What happens to lonely people...so lonely that they would rather die than face their troubles, problems, lonliness or whatever is torturing them...what happens when there is a moment in our lives so black, that there seems no point in going on....

Here I am, waiting for my train.

A train, that never seems to be coming.

Unlike my train of thoughts, which are rushing in.

Until I black them out.

Waiting on this cold platform

with a lonesome few,

who have a train to catch but a place

nowhere to go.

The tracks seem to melt into the arctic night.

And after one moment the waiting is over.

I can feel the glow of a lighter.

Pungent cigar smoke,

jarring me into wakefulness.

Low murmurs of conversation.

I resist the urge to look at the crowd

resenting intrusion into the black hole of my thoughts.

Now they are looking at me and now they are not

I hear gazes shifting and feet shuffling.

Do I speak up as well?

No. There is no friendliness in the air.

Just a heavy blanket of waiting for nothing

They dare not disturb my solitude.

And I sit there whiling away time

Watching that lazy snowflake drifting by

Along with a stranger who sits beside me

I am tempted to catch it on my tongue

Only to see it landing on the bench that I sit on.

Melting into water,

ever so slowly, mixing into the sliver of  

red that seems to be flowing from a pair of hands.

I am startled by the color.

I look up to see who the stranger is,

Only to find the tranquility of my face,

staring back at me.

Rain....

I love playing in the rain, for me there is nothing more beautiful or joyous than playing in water. This was my first chance to get soaked this monsoon and here is what I felt.

Raindrops

playing on my fingertips

hanging off my eyelashes

brushing down my cheeks

flowing through my hair

curving softly along my spine

running rivulets down my legs

and soaking my feet...rain,

wondrous rain...

"The Point of Sex ‘discovered’...”

There is this article I read on MSN.com, and the title says “The Point of Sex ‘discovered’...”

What!!??? Discovered and now?? I thought to myself, is it not about the grand plan of God to ensure the growth of man (the horror), not about Adam and Eve (sigh), the supposed experiment on humans by aliens (thank God) or even just plain old ‘desire’ (tch tch...)!

No, of course not, how can it be about such things, that you and I, mere mortals that we are, can argue and debate about. It has to be about science (when is it ever not). And here is the line that takes the cake “What is the point of sex? Since Charles Darwin's time, this question has troubled scientists around the world. Here is the answer.” Oh wait, are you saying no one was interested before Charles Darwin, hmmmm, really...Of course they weren’t...they were busy fornicating and having fun...tee hee!

They were also scribbling on walls, painting masterpieces, sculpting, and writing about the act and also somewhere in between, ‘doing it’. I guess they got so busy they forgot to ask, “What is the point of sex?” May be Vatsayan could have tapped someone ‘busy’ and asked “Er, dude, what is the purpose of all this?” Boy, what would I have given to see the expression on that dude, and the subsequent socking Vatsayan would have received!

Poor Darwin, the poor man must have bent over double with humanity’s interest on the point of sex weighing on him.

Here is an interesting observation: Thanks to biologists at the University of Indiana who claim to have discovered that animals reproduce together, rather than simply cloning themselves, because it helps them to ward off parasites, 'The Daily Telegraph' reported.

So the whole point of sex is we need to ward off the parasites? Parasites? Oh man, think of all the hullaballoo, think of pages and pages of print matter devoted to sex and now they tell us that we do it to avoid the parasites?? A simple bottle of strong brandy could not have taken care of the wee parasites???

Here is an even more interesting observation: "The Red Queen Hypothesis predicts that sex should allow hosts to evade infection from their parasites, whereas self-fertilisation may increase the risk of infection. "The coevolutionary struggle between hosts and their parasites could explain the existence of males."

Ha ha ha ha ha....Poor Adam! Existing because of a parasite....I rest my case...take over Madame Feminist!

For those of you wanting to read this article, please use the following link... http://lifestyle.in.msn.com/relationships/article.aspx?cp-documentid=5281645

Hey Mr. Conductor...

Hey Mr. Conductor, here I am waiting at the bus stop.
Waiting for your bus, Bus no 339,
Going from somewhere to nowhere,
come rain or shine.
Always on time, every time

Hey Mr. Conductor, you have new shades on,
And Mr. Driver is looking dapper today.
Hmm, you both look wonderful,
Should I wish you for something?
Was one of you born on this day?

Hey Mr. Conductor, let me find myself a seat.
Where are the giggly girls and the handsome hunk?
Oh there he is, making eyes at one.
He just smiles at me and leaves me alone.
Sigh, I wish I did not sound so forlorn.

Hey Mr. Conductor, let me see where my friends are.
I find no strangers,
just people who are not friends yet.
And yet there is a bond, between all of us,
and not because we have just met.

Hey Mr. Conductor, slow the bus down a bit,
I want to see the children play,
when we pass by the park.
I wish I could join them and stay,
And look at the new lovers today.

Hey Mr. Conductor, the office guys are hopping in.
I see you watched cricket yesterday.
I know we lost but we could have won!!
Yes, I am sure you all have an opinion.
But I would rather watch a movie for some fun!!!

Hey Mr. Conductor, here come all those pretty ladies...
With baskets of vegetables and trinkets and flowers!
Look there is your favourite too,
With jasmine in her hair and,
a coy look just for you.

Hey Mr. Conductor, here comes my stop.
Be seeing you tomorrow.
Travellers together for a few hours,
A stranger and yet a friend I see,
With a ready smile especially for me!

Is it Cristiano Ronaldo....nooo wait...It is PUMBA....

On my early morning walk, a couple of days ago, I chanced upon a local team playing football, or soccer if you want to call it. So what is so special about it you might ask?
Nothing special, I guess, except that coming from a country obsessed with cricket, watching football early in the morning can be a refreshing change.
So here are a bunch of guys playing football with the Sun breaking out between the trees and a cool morning breeze. Now that is a sight to watch! All that running, speed, the team work!! Awesome!!
That’s when I notice a few of them are playing with their shirts off, no wonder there is a gaggle of girls on the periphery, J J. I walk towards them for a closer look. Hmmm, nice, all that muscle moving around, with the wind in their hair, intense looks….they look like wild animals. Just like those cheetahs or panthers running in slow motion on National Geographic.

Nooooooo, wait, it actually looks like Pumba running in slow motion. Dammit, I need to wear my glasses for this. Oh boy, it is PUMBA, running in slow motion, you know Pumba, the warthog from Lion King.
Oh look, there is little Porky Pig as well…huffing and puffing away…
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, damn, all those muscles (by the way, by definition the stomach is a muscle too) running ahead of the ball…..ha ha ha…. …ROFL…
Picture this, a strong pair of legs running like the wind behind a ball…no, no, make that the beer belly. So the legs are following the belly, which is following the ball…No wonder the women are laughing hysterically!!!
No Cristiano Ronaldo here for sure, sigh sigh!!