Ok ok,

You remember back in school when you has to write essays for your English classes? The teach gives you a lame obscure or “thinking” question and you had to magically whip up facts in no less than 500 words.

I always did well on the essay questions. Just put everything you know on there,
maybe you’ll hit it. And then you’d get the paper back from the teacher, and he’s just written one word across the entire page, “vague.” I thought “vague” was kind of a vague thing to say. I’d write underneath it, “unclear,” send it back. He’d return it to me, “ambiguous (Stop trying to a punk).” I’d send it back to him, “cloudy.”

If i were to go back to school now, I am very sure we would still be corresponding the same way.

Cheers

ps: I leave double lines and an invisible right margin in my essays.

Technorati tags: Archtomato, Writings in Question

Technorati tags: Archtomato

Cheers

ps: Prabhu Rocks, Captain sucks.

Technorati Tags: archtomato, steps

Ok ok,

I once wrote a story about a birth of a doll. It was a doll with black round eyes made of tattered turmeric material, warming with a fine smile to melt even the most bleakest of hearts. In the story it disappeared in a bubble along with the dust infested white teddy in the store-room.

The thing is that this story actually disappeared from my computer, after i forgot to do a back-up and reformatted my computer a while back. The way it was written was completed unplanned. All I did was write it without thinking too much of it, and now when i try to recall it it’s too hard, because I’m simply trying too hard.

I am also romanticizing about it, thinking that it was some sort of a great piece of writing or something, which it probably wasn’t. But this is what happens when you lose something. It becomes immortalized.

I am trying to figure out what happens to us when something becomes distant because it stops existing in our world. Is it really non-existent or does it exist somewhere in this other world that we are incapable of seeing.

I now remember a friend once telling me that there must be a whole world full of lost socks, just one sock each, no pairs, but they all unite somehow. She said it as a joke, and I understand this as a joke too, but what if there was a world of lost things, all the lost stories and lost socks.

We live our lives consciously or for some unconsciously thinking of a time when we might one day die. But after that, after death, can we perhaps think about the time we lived?

7-7-7

Cheers

ps: I am hunting for a socks seller who sells one piece socks.

Technorati tags: Archtomato, Birth of a Doll

Ok ok,

All week long a certain Transformers-obsessed friend has been calling himself various robot characters – Optimus Prime, Galvatron, Grimlock …

WELL, I am now calling him Dingletron. Up next might be Nerdimus Prime or JackASSScream. If you have any ideas for me please let me know.

Cheers

ps: Megatron Rocks, the rest are a bunch of sissies. Pic

Technorati tags: Archtomato, Transformers