i am a geek. i wuld like to point out dat i meant Geek in all its most derrogatory forms. as in the 'Greek' - 'r' = Geek thing. i am a Geek. and i am proud of it. sad part is i am not The Geek. but miles to go before i sleep... et al.
i stand in defiance of humanity or ne of its characteristics. i submit as exhibit A, the green tinge of my skin. exhibit B, big wobbly ears!!! i also come in cuddly and furry varieties. go ahead... knock urself out!
as fer being a marian... dat was just a co-incidence... mars was in position w/ venus at dat time. the said position is numbered as 69 in the Kamasutra and described as "Out of this world!!!". so its not my fault or want. but even so... a marian i am... and a full blooded one... if a marian can have ne blood to speak of after 14 years of blood curdling and blood sucking.
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it was a dark weekend. i was home mourning the death of invitations from friends to evenings out and promises of blind dates from co-workers. the urge to reach out was stronger than ever; only there was no life at the other end. the koran lay idle on the bed mocking my self-inflicted solitude. weak sounds emerged from the stifled idiot box that morosely stood at one corner of my room. the dressing table with its array of cosmetics perfumes and jewellery on display reminded me of a brothel; the mirror reminiscent of an old lady of the evening desperately trying to hide her wrinkles with layers of caked make-up, praying for another, extra day. the sinister looking almirah bore marks of the cello-tapes that were once used to stick hundreds of photographs, each pregnant with a fond memory. a stuffed toy dangling from the bed rest resembled a hung criminal in the throes of death. the satin bedspread i sat on still painfully warm with the passionate intermingling of bodies and souls during stolen nights. the whirring sound from the fan suggestive of hunger moans from sleeping street angels. the stark moments’ excruciatingly slow pace evocative of a poor man’s heavy strides on the way home from his farewell party. Silent screams escaped my gut, tearing through the wall. the worlds collapsed, but those in heart, could not hear at all.
came here; see you do.
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