Night

Such a night

A night such as this

Some wine and

11 hours of music

I could die in peace

On such a night

A night such as this

But here is morning

Here is fresh breath

But where is my friend?

Where is death?

I say, thank you for being part of my life

(maybe my life, all of it)

You say, are you alright?

I say, I have loved you in my own fashion

Brother, sister, lover, friend

You say, what’s wrong?

Are you drunk?

Is it so hard?

That I love you

Brother, sister, lover, friend

Lost it. A part (parts???) of me’s gone – all 4 kilograms of it. And I don’t even know which part has fallen off this creaky cart. That bothers me. I need to know but truth, as we all know, is a shy, even wily character – rarely seen, seldom heard. To draw it out needs careful cajoling – a couple of beers, maybe 3 or perhaps 4, should do it I think. Hmm…I’m already filling up.

But such juvenile facetiousness aside, I’m happy at the loss. A load off me. And wisely, I’m not celebrating.

Time is precious. Ergo, I must be wildly rich. Or – this is more likely – I must be exceedingly delusional. In a vigorous nod to the super-abundance of time that I possess to use as I please, I have launched into the long-pending task of converting my music CDs to the digital form. No, not to MP3 but but to lossless FLAC format. Even at 10 CDs a day, this should keep me pleasantly occupied for the next few months.

Psyche and her reality distortion field…

…hit me yesterday. I bumped into an elderly known as I was heading out of a hospital. He was naturally curious about my reason for being there and so I told him I was in there for therapy. Eyes brimming over with concern, he helpfully told me that he knew a doctor in the department…of Psychiatry. Ah, therapy = matters of the mind. Naturally.

FYI, I go to the department of Sports Medicine

Facebook can be vastly entertaining. I love it. I mean, take the things people push the ‘Like’ button on. ‘My life sucks’—-<Like>. If you’re lucky, the blighter will also comment ‘Mine too’ (with or without a smiley) or you’ll have to ask a leading question such as ‘Does yours too?’ to which said blighter hopefully will respond ‘Yup’. Sets it up for you to press that ‘Like’ button – right back at ya, mate! Ah, joy! Did I say I love Facebook? Hell, yes I did. My life does suck!

APPalling

I admit there are times when I feel an overwhelming sense of inadequacy in the midst of people conversing about the latest apps that they’ve installed on their phones. I look like a fish out of water, all gasping mouth and goggle-eyed when I’m landed in an environment charged with sparks flying on the Android v/s iOS debate. Just when I think I’m dying, I brighten up a bit when I hear ‘Gingerbread’ and ‘Ice Cream Sandwich’ but that turns out to be just a flash in the pan. Names for phone operating system versions apparently – WTF????

But some days back, sitting in the silent darkness of a theater, it seemed there was redemption even for a technology misfit like me. Members of the audience that had stepped out during the play’s break were stumbling back in. It took a a few low-blows from flailing rock-bejewelled heavy hands for me to remember that my phone has a Flashlight widget/app/thingummy. I took the phone out to shine a light, only to find that I had switched it off. Nevermind – I fiddled with it and about an hour later (or so it seemed to me then) a ‘Quietly Brilliant’ scrawl lit up the screen, by which time various body parts of mine had been squashed to pulp and the ‘Switch Off Your Cell Phones’ entreaty had rung in. So I sent the phone back to slurping on whatever dessert it was on – Froyo I think it was.