theres this line i want to keep repeating all my life. like a magic wand that will amaze awe and scare people.i want to enter the many rooms i will to meet twisted bent and plain expressionless faces and ask why so serious.joker is wicked. he isnt evil so much,not bad,not wantonly dangerous,although he is all of these.he is not a bad man who wants to hurt you, or a selfish man who wants to harm you although he will end up doing all of these looking to have a good time. he is the dark knight the alter ego of batman with a ripped mouth and fixed grimace that captivates with a demented eccentric charm.joker laughs about the pain and makes merry in death.he is the jester and the fool. he tells bruce wayne an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. he could be romeo but he is always an unlikely hero.

quasimodo the hunchback was seen so ugly he won a prize and on the same night rescued the most beautiful and gumptious whore.im not sure whether it was the hunchback of notre dame that did the rescuing or if he just stood there while some knight swept down to carry off the prized maiden.the doubt no doubt arises from quasimodo's mien and the crooked view that such bending of perceptions engenders.taking a superficial view of things it can be remembered that hugo is now better known as boss.how shallow we are.reduced to penguins flapping about in muddy waters.
gumption is a word that became kate winslet in a movie i saw today afternoon.after a million slights and snubs and insults,winslet turned her mouth away and showed that rogue charmer the door and announced ive become gumptious.kate winslet is a major heartbreaker all right.

two boys with their arms around each others shoulders
more two boys,the sun sniffing gently the street corners
and breathing fire upon the wide avenues of summer
wind at noon in a dark colour
of the day. conjuring up the histories of love and languor
and hanging for a long time in the air like the smell of gas
in an unignorable moment
pelicans play in the sea
pelicans bathe in the surf
their mouth has a pouch to hold the fish
which they chew after lunch leisurely
my life that enjoys another birth
is rolling by unknown to me
i can see the waves come and the waves withdraw
constantly
but im only interested in them that are big
perceptibly

ever since yesterday when i turned my attention to the life of letters and the world of ideas ive been thinking constantly of writing something more.there isnt much to write about except gargantuan avalanches breaking on the tiniest hamlets.whwew.lord in a flash how easily we can imagine total devastation and of course it is belittling and heroic to think that it is a snuff episode in slow mo.the spool playing now covers romance marriage and the second loss of innocence and the cynification of reason.therefore this last ditch effort to record the sentiments and emotions of these thinning out times.the comet of course was visible but now you can only see its tail.between the scrawny hindlegs of a mammoth space dog.yes our lives are momentous like marathon collapsing at the finish line.not bad youd say considering that we arent even in the running for the nobel or the oscars or an olympic gold.we just jog and skip and dive head first into it.kick our boots off and think of doing it well.until of course someone wakes you up in the morning.this being shaken awake in the mornings is really pissing off.so im heading probably for the place where sleep lies waiting for us.

appendix to long neglected post-
it is understood there was drinking and it remains an ongoing evil that spreads unchecked among the bloggers.the reasons for such dissolute behaviour are of course at a variance with the weather in the monsoons as it has been observed that kids drink even on the days it doesnt rain becoming in this manner reflections of the irascible sardar who wrote of his time in the company of women famously remarking obviously not original that he drinks on two days...the other gifts of nature are women and roadside peeing.the first will turn into monstrous sexbombs sooner or later and the latter phenomenon will keep hostile aliens at bay. i have so far resisted all temptation to write about office and i still persevere in my resolve.i dont mind saying however that tears are gods way of telling us to wash our face.and so gandhi saves the day with passive resistance again as i refrain from violence.the violence that guevara says brings into being something new and that violence that is khali's neck twisting rapture.this ranting is a conscious mechanism not to touch a sore feeling that too violently wrenches at the pit patting something in my chest that flaps its wings about and shakes itself dry everytime it is swept away by a pretty duckie. obviously those who know about it will not be surprised that sarju bhai chews khaini,those who know bambi are generally never surprised,binoo just elicits a guffaw to just think that he wears sport shirts all the time although in all fairness it has to be said that his attacking stance at his left handed wicket is awe inspiring, and bittu looks to be doing all the nations and races numerous populous and unscrupulous till his children look like their mothers and he spanks them mercilessly.or maybe he will go to the bay and either swim or sink since either ways he's getting high unless he is wading in and out with a bubbly sea that rises and writhes about like a feminine catharsis in low gravity

june's about to end in july and all the days between have chocolate stains from careless eating
i remember the days by brown marks on the collars and the cuffs.like it were possible to keep track of time by the hours spent scrubbing shirts with detergent.opinion is sharply divided on the transience of time and only pondering philosophers and wondering children are allowed to say anything memorable on the issue.for me time flies,but so does the sikh.we fast approach one more olympics and im going to be in afrightful way if at an age past 90 i am specially interviewed for being around for some 20 olympics.but then that is nothing and it all anyway comes to it some time or the other.the other has felled quite a few indians and said has it written that to them we are the other.the mindboggling disputes that stir the nest of the disputatious hornets.suddenly there is a pause like deer lifting their heads on a suspicion of a tiger lurking.there of course is no adventure there but then travel writers and travel programmers dont understand this.they piggyback the carnivore on its naked chase after naked prey in the stripped wilderness, of africa mostly and thats why we probably accept all the visceral and primal brutality of that dark continet.the latest batman movie was received well but we guess that with a bit of intelligent digression on the idea dark we can safely arrive at the conclusion that the joker is after all the dark knight.batman is christian of course and thats not even news for the well read.christendom will rise up once more and open the doors of its granaries and abbatoirs so its women can eat and fatten themselves,since we are of the opinion that fat is a sign of taste.here and there people are climbing trees and boarding trains to go where i dont know if they'll get to meet up with us for tea or coffee.i mean that is the the only drawback otherwise they could pretty much go where they want,but i dont like unavailability.however i am not one to cavil over such physical things like distance and curvature and such nasa conspiracies like timezones and ist and spoil a good party.