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Boss, where is toilet? August 26, 2006

Posted by K in Action, Life, Maiden, Reviews/Rants.
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What is it about people and small rock venues and endless cigarettes? Cigarette after cigarette after cigarette. Turquoise Cottage was my first taste of the metal/rock scene in Delhi, and India. And the first taste was not pleasant. I wasn’t aware that followers of rock music were into smokes. Beer, it was traditionally, nyet? And it was about ordinary everyday people coming in and letting loose. Down to earth. Basic. No bullshit. Has the face of metal changed world over? Or am I seeing with dimmed eyes into a microcosmic world that is unreal? There were elements of reality. A boy on crutches. Several student-types, several genuine music lovers. But there were also the society types, further back, tis true, but they were there. There were people who, for some reason, thought a maiden tribute night was perfect for a romantic date. Then there was a guy who came with 3 ‘girl friends’, all of who were all over him, and all of who he, in turn, felt up. In my direct line of sight. Disgust is too mild a term for what I felt. I wanted to be sick all over. Still do, infact. And burn all over with anger. Disgust and anger. Fine cocktail.

Maybe it’s bounds to be an elitist occupation in India-tis English, the instruments are expensive, and the tapes are expensive. That’s why I want to go to England and catch maiden. Hopefully the venue will be full of people who haven’t come because their parents are more generous than they should be, but because its something that they want in their bones.

There are people like that here too. I obviously did not look at everybody there. I know the people I keep in touch with are different. And the south, too, is probably diff. And the north. But I know I was able to feel the music more when I sat down, and when I was out of sight. Not that I was ever ‘in sight’.

Was it a waste of 100 bucks? No. It was an experience that had to be had. Will I do it again? Yes, if it’s a maiden tribute. Its worth many things to hear Bruce’s statement to Indian Fans. Its worth many things to hear maiden songs resung by excellent bands.

To sum up(I like doing that, don’t I 😉 ) I liked the music(maiden bits), liked the concept, appreciated the effort. The crowd was a let down. As was the smoking, tiny and packed venue and my general sense of out-of-placeness in a very public place.

August 26, 2006

Posted by K in Gender, Reviews/Rants.
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I was yearning for a french beard last night. You know, one of those little triangles in the hollow of my chin, between the lower lip and the lower extremity of my face.

My gender being such as it is, and due to a lack of enthusiasm on my part of partaking of artificially administered androgens, I thought hm. Lets get a chin piercing. A split second later I remembered that chin piercings are unavoidably preceded by the piercing of tender flesh by hopefully sterile needle. Hm. There went my enthusiasm for a stud on my chin(no, not THAT stud). But it got me thinking. Chin studs seemed so much like a substitue for a a french beard, that my mind went from one to the other in a matter of seconds. (And from stud to needle in a matter of some more seconds. And from needle to P.A.I.N in a matter of extremely split seconds). So I formed my theory. Chin stud flaunters want to sport french beards. Now all that remains is for me to test it out. On the streets. Catch hold of a chin-studder and pose the question. Must remember to make sure to not, in a bid to make interesting interrogation, ask if their studly aspirations were not inspired by manly aspirations. People dont take too kindly to questions like that, for some reason. Hm.

People dont take too kindly to questions like that, for some reason.

To truncate the above post and summarise: French beards, triangulated, are desirable. I am the desiree. In the absense of certain hormones, and a general distrust of needles(to simulate a frenchie) I think I shall resort to cardboard. A hairy bit of cardboard. Cut out in a triangle.
Sigh. Why couldn’t women have had a patch of hair on the chin?

Changing Weather August 9, 2006

Posted by K in Life, Poem.
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What can you hold

Unchanged?

A love? Time?

The way you live?

A beloved smile?

A pretty flower tht you beheld

Looked at with admiring eyes

Shrivels

Loses petals.

The weather

You wished to capture for eternity

Chanegs in seconds

A song

That favourite it might be

Loses its voice

So why bother

Deluding yourself

Nothing is the same

Once the moment is gone

It is to never return again

It’s packed its little bag

And hitched a ride;

Would you follow?

August 2, 2006

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August 2, 2006

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Since I went the attic way.. August 1, 2006

Posted by K in Fiction, From The Attic.
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The Werewolf

 

I couldn’t believe it. I definitely couldn’t believe it. For the fourth time that week, I heard a werewolf’s howl!!

My hand was shaking slightly when I groped for the phone beside my bed. I dialed a number and waited.

“Hello?” yawned out a sleepy voice.

I gripped the telephone receiver so hard that my knuckles turned white.

“Lee? Its back!” I whispered.

Immediately Lee’s voice became alert. “Are you kidding? Don’t tell me that you’re actually hearing it now!

I looked out of the cabin window and saw the full moon. I could distinctly hear the cries of the werewolf, never mind the cries of night animals! I considered myself an ‘animalologist’. I knew the cries of a wolf and these weren’t it.

“ You just come down to my cabin and hear it yourself!” I said to Lee.

“ You know that’s not possible. We aren’t allowed to leave our cabins at night.” Came Lee’s voice.

She was right. We had been put in charge of 10 children each, in the yearly summer camp, and our duty was to see that they were kept safe, occupied and happy, in that order. We weren’t allowed to leave our cabins at night unless we put someone else in-charge to look after the sleeping beauties.

“Oh right!” I sighed. “Well, we’ll think of something tomorrow.”

Lee agreed and hung up. I hung up, too, and tried to get some sleep. It was impossible. Although, by now, the howls had subsided, I could not help worrying about the werewolf, or if there WAS one. I looked outside the window again and saw that the moon had gone behind a cloud. I wondered if that was the reason for the howls stopping.

I sighed. When this summer camp had started I was in the highest of spirits. I loved camping and I loved organising stuff. Now, however, I couldn’t even feel a shadow of that old enthusiasm. Those howls were driving me crazy!!

I didn’t mention it to my batch of kids; they were too nice (for kids!) to be frightened by anything, and especially a big, bad, scary werewolf! Ishita, Savitri, Sanya, Jyoti, Manita, Anuja, Shreya, Nidhi, Leela and Karishma would most certainly have had lost their night’s sleep if they had heard the howls!

I shook my head. I had to try and think positively. I had a phone in the cabin at least! We considered it a great privilege to be allowed phones in the cabin. Personally though, I think that the camp coordinators gave us the phones because were pretty inexperienced. Besides, we were 12. Trouble strikes an amazing number of 12 year olds! They probably knew that we’d have to consult our fellow in-charges frequently enough, to aright things that went constantly wrong!

Half an hour later, I finally fell asleep.

 

The next morning, hearing the bugle, I jumped out of bed. The girls in my lot were known as the Horses. One of them (Sanya) came up to me and said, “ Falabella, what are we going to do today?”

Falabella? I thought. Who’s Falabella? An instant later I remembered. As our group was known as the Horses, each of us had to chose the name of any breed of horse, and that name would be ours till the end of the camp. I had chosen Falabella. I also remembered that Sanya’s ‘name’ was Hackney. I gave her the ‘to-do’ list for that day, remembering to use her camp name.

The day passed pleasantly, with no sighting of any werewolf (thank god!).

That night, Lee camped by my cabin with her group. We had decided to listen for the werewolf that night. Together.

Midnight came. I waited apprehensively for the howls. I wondered what the reaction would be like if word got around that a werewolf had been heard howling near a children’s summer camp area. Our yearly camping site would become Werewolf Site. Our camp would be dissolved. My thoughts weren’t pleasant. Neither was the wait.

Finally, though, I heard a rustling sound, and the door of my cabin opened.

I froze. Silhouetted against the moonlight was a grotesque shape- a half man-half wolf.

I couldn’t even scream, my voice wouldn’t come out. Seconds seemed like years, and after a decade, it seemed, the door closed, and I could hear soft footsteps heading out of the camping area.

I let out the breath I was holding, and pulled myself together. Taking a torch, I slipped outside to see if I could follow it. It would be pretty easy to spot the big footprints, and I would just go where they led me, I decided. I went into Lee’s tent and woke her up. Quietly I explained everything and she grabbed a torch and followed me.

I tried to find the footprints, but they had disappeared. Lee wouldn’t believe me when I said that the werewolf had come into my cabin. She said that I must have imagined it all and went back to bed.

Imagine it all? I heard the howls! It wasn’t like a mirage. The werewolf I saw, was real, too! I knew it was!

I trudged back to my cabin, but sleep eluded me. Just as I was about to force my eyelids shut, I heard the howls! They were different, this time. They were more intense, more chilling, more continuous. But this time, I had a point to prove.

I took my torch, again, and dressed quietly. I slipped out and went in the general direction of the howls. In the middle of the woods, I stopped short.

Somebody was following me.

I heard a twig crack, again, behind me.

I turned to face my shadower, fearfully. Slowly, out of the trees, stepped a calm looking person- Sanya!

Before I could say anything, she took my arm and walked with me towards the mountains. Her face looked so calm, so much at peace…

“What are you doing here?” I finally managed to ask, snapping out of my trance.

“You’ve been hearing her, haven’t you?” asked Sanya. I realised she was talking about the werewolf. I also realised that she knew something about it.

“She’s my cousin. She was born a werewolf. She stays here, as the members of her family did not want her. They were cruel to her, even though they knew about the curse. She could have killed them, but she did not. She went away and chose this place to live her unusual life. According to the family curse, for every person who hears her howls, her miserable life gets prolonged by a year. You heard her, and you saw her, but you wont die like the others who have heard her. You will live because you had the courage to find out for yourself what was going on,” said Sanya, still looking serene. “ I’m her only friend and advisor, but I’m not like her. I am human. You need not be afraid of me.”

She took my hand again, and resumed our walk towards the cliffs. She told me that she had asked her cousin not to come to the camp, but she hadn’t listened.

Full moons were painful, for it was then that the change occurred. I glanced up; it was full moon tonight.

I found all this hard to believe, hard to digest. Sanya, the little, friendly ‘Hackney’ of my group was a werewolf’s relative? A werewolf who killed?!

Sanya stopped, suddenly, in front of a bush. She parted the branches and pointed. Up there on the huge cliff, right on the edge, marked against the moon was the werewolf! It was howling for all it was worth, and I saw it happen right before my eyes. It changed! Soon the half-man-half-wolf became a full wolf.

The branches snapped shut and Sanya was guiding me back to the camp. “You’re the first human being to see that, after me. And that’s how it should remain.” Sanya remarked.

Was that a warning or a threat?

I looked back.

The wolf was sitting on the cliff, still howling. Suddenly, in one gigantic leap, it was beside us. Sanya let go of me, and asked, “Is it time?”

The wolf howled in reply.

She walked up to it and wound her arms around its neck. “There is one part of the legend that I did not tell you. One day, it was said, that she can hunt no more, and then she’ll return with her friend to the End Place. Today is that day.” Said Sanya. “You wont tell this to anybody, will you? It’ll only mean that I’ll have to be born as a werewolf next life.”

I shook my head.

“Nobody will miss me at camp. They’ll not remember a thing. It will be as if I was never there, so you need not worry,” she said, even more calmly.

She smiled and waved at me. The werewolf too seemed to be grinning.

Slowly, slowly they began to fade away. They were reduced to dust.

A gust of wind picked them up and scattered them among the trees.

As I walked back to camp, dazed, mystified and astonished, I heard what sounded like a distant howl. I also heard Sanya’s voice, saying goodbye to me.

I looked up. Yes, the moon was out, the full moon.

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