Following an ant trail in my room!
Mood:  lyrical
Topic: a little story
An ant trail in my room
I went into my room and saw a long trail of ants and wondered why they had invaded my room. A trail of big red ants in my room! What brought them there? What were they were upto? Were they there to taste my sweet ayurvedic pastes or where they trying to infiltrate the cardboard box in which I had packed my old computer? What if my mother finds red ants packed along with the computer that she was fondly expecting to be delivered to her? I would sure get a thrashing. I had to find out what they were out to do lest they should cause some untold damage. I followed the trail that stretched from my window overlooking the mango tree to the shelf on the wall, with a final descent to the floor and back again to the window and finally to the mango tree. I found them carrying a brightly coloured little insect. It had a little black head speckled with golden spots, and I wondered how beautiful it would have been had it been alive! And then I saw another dead fly being carried away and then a dead grasshopper, which had happily hopped around my room last night. Such a short life I moaned. Why interfere with the ant’s trail? After all they’re cleaning up my room! I decided to leave the ants to do their work, and was grateful cause I dint have to sweep my room in the morning. And I went on to do my work taking a cue from those big red ants and the dead insects.

fear..
Mood:  silly
Topic: musings
Fear and Loathing in CDS..my gonzo piece..the first piece of authentic CDS experience..fuelled by intimidations of a deranged mongerer.
Why fear? Thats cause he's right next to me..why be intimidated..because he's a mongerel!!
How far will this go on? Till I refuse to be scared. and when will I refuse to be scared..I refuse..but fear lingers on...may be its takes time to overcome fear..its not fear..its a kind of feeling that makes me sick inside..cause I know that the other guy is sick..and on the verge of losing his mind
I'll call Saji and Bindu to help me deal with this...
what else..other than fear and Loathing?
lots of work to do..I am happy about it.I am happy my work's showing some movement in time..and in the space of my being..
thats all..its not only fear and loathing after all..thank God..I hope I'll be okay soon..he's left..
i should'nt let such thoughts haunt me..may be then I'll be okay.
Was happy to talk to HIM. Was relieved when I saw him..I want him to be there for me..always..and he's ahown in his own way that he cared.