Utopia : The Land of My Soul
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Tagged and Hooked
Overboundary: lining up the weird things about me, Amrita!
Was literally running out of ideas to jot down and was at my wit's end, chewing up the cud of whatever was left. It only needed a thrust, like being tagged, to come up with something to scrabble down. Not that I'm happy about being picked and pitted to finish this task. But thanks to shakhi anyways. At least she has shown me there is light at the end of the tunnel (that I can still carry on blogging).
Ok. Now the mammoth task lies ahead. The 6 most weird things about me. As it is i have a 'bad reputation' of being a little more on the weird side. Each one of my friends feels contented to add this feather of weirdness on my cap. And given a chance to uncork their mouth, they will spill out a hundred adjectives to ascribe me with. But now, when I am trying to mull up on the "madcap-py" side of me, I am lost. Don't know how to charge the brigade of thoughts reeling into my mind. Anyways will try my best to give it a shot.
Was literally running out of ideas to jot down and was at my wit's end, chewing up the cud of whatever was left. It only needed a thrust, like being tagged, to come up with something to scrabble down. Not that I'm happy about being picked and pitted to finish this task. But thanks to shakhi anyways. At least she has shown me there is light at the end of the tunnel (that I can still carry on blogging).
Ok. Now the mammoth task lies ahead. The 6 most weird things about me. As it is i have a 'bad reputation' of being a little more on the weird side. Each one of my friends feels contented to add this feather of weirdness on my cap. And given a chance to uncork their mouth, they will spill out a hundred adjectives to ascribe me with. But now, when I am trying to mull up on the "madcap-py" side of me, I am lost. Don't know how to charge the brigade of thoughts reeling into my mind. Anyways will try my best to give it a shot.
Numero uno: Right from my budding days, I developed this queer habit of thinking expressively with the use of appendages- from head to eyes to limbs to shoulders. Yes, swaying heads in a jittery, rolling eyes and unfixed gazes at vaccum, writing in air with fingers and a cock-like bent neck is a sure mark that my wild imagination is mowed loose. My thinking takes up external forms and renditions and the dominant mood of the thought calls up a relevant action. For example, if I'm thinking about a gaggy episode, I generally oscillate my head much like a parrot does. If I am dissecting memories, I usually use my fingers as instrument to write in air. Not to speak about the stuff I write, usually they are keywords of the thought. Sometimes though, my tongue finds a way out and I end up uttering out to myself,"hmmm .....", "YES!!!" or a strong "Exactly".
2nd: This one is a real nutty one. So all the lovers of ANTS should refrain from reading this, coz a lot of ants were harmed brutally while I carried out rampage with them. Frankly speaking, those liliputian, six-legged freaks manage to drive away my rationality. Those red creatures of some Lesser God (that's how my logic works when it comes to them), tempt me to play Pan, the God of mischievous fun, with them. If I find them marching in a queue as if they have to meet a deadline, I'm sure to splurge water in their way, or put a bar to stop them from heading forward. their confusion and bewilderment satisfies me to no end. Sometimes I catch hold of a couple of them and make them swim in my self-made small puddles of water. The more they swim, the more water I add on. (Its not that, I have got away with it. Mom has twitched my ears severly for flooding the floors. Good that didn't ever notice the floating carcasses of the ants!). Wait! I still have to doll up the tip on ice-berg. Some years back, when I would have had spells of boredom playing so innocently with them, I used to mutilate their lower abdomen with nails and left them on the mercy of God!!!
3rd: Each day, even till date, I have to dream about a dream that I would wish to dream before sleep overtakes me. The idea of falling asleep with an empty mind, gliding like a straight line of a graph without crests and troughs, doesn't really fascinate me much. Not that every day I ferret out new topics to invest my mind in. But sometimes I choose past events that can be fabricated and simulate them into a nice scoop to act as a sleeping pill. And this is necessitated with certain hard and fast rules - no noise, no light and no interruption. By chance if there is any obstacle, I make it a point to re-boot the dream process right from the scratch.
4th: I'm not spiteful, neigther vindictive. None of my die hard enemies can ever frame such allegations. So I never scheme or screw up. But if I am seriously cross with somebody, I feel the urge to lock them inside a stingy toilet. The idea is, the worst palce to be in will size them properly beacuse to stay in the such a forsaken place for long will be a punishment in itself. The desire possesses my mind for a bit of time and then slowly, the feeling that I have tormented and prosecuted the wrong-doer evenly takes over. And this pacifies me. Eventually the picture of the face, badly bashed by the murky place, forces up ripples of laughter from me. I simper and I forgive, all in good jest.
5th: This one would really testify that I'm mad north north-east. Like every other girl (or should I say women?) of my age, I, too, want to hog attention and care. It won't be mean to say that I secrectly enjoy the flash of thought that I am kept in a protective cocoon . Every woman does that (swear by the honesty). But its always a trouble in Paradise if I get it. Attention, care, screening -sounds utopic to me as long as they are miles away from me. But the moment they make an entry in my life, i feel suffocated; I feel I am being scrutinised and all my actions, every expression is captured and I feel like freezing to statue. I really don't know how it acts like a Midus' touch of wand and converts me into a person who is aware of the fact that he is a midget tied to a string, and the end of the string is in the hands of the watcher. so i always end up being lost in the maze- want to have something that I can't bear to have. A prudish confession!
6th: In the morning, after I wake up I'm a complete deaf and dumb person. I will not utter a word , no matter what. Only after brushing, I feel I have the power to speak up. If I have a call in the morning I curse the caller under breath. I have this notion that the stale breath would make me vomit. I have tried all means to wipe away such thoughts. I have brushed every night before dozing off to sleep, I have tried not to let that thought creep into my mind and cripple my desire to talk. But all means failed. So now, under strict instruction at home, no calls are handed over to me until I'm done with brushing. Forget outsiders, even Mom is an alien to me as long as i'm not brushed. Since, there is no need to interact, so spontaneously my ears don't function. I hear nothing as I say nothing. I call that temporary 'Coma', but i know people will term that insanity.
So here I have succesfully piloted my job. Its time for me to pass off the baton to others. So I tag Hazel dream, Velu and whoever drops in for the first time to my blog and leaves a comment! Ha that will be fun!
2nd: This one is a real nutty one. So all the lovers of ANTS should refrain from reading this, coz a lot of ants were harmed brutally while I carried out rampage with them. Frankly speaking, those liliputian, six-legged freaks manage to drive away my rationality. Those red creatures of some Lesser God (that's how my logic works when it comes to them), tempt me to play Pan, the God of mischievous fun, with them. If I find them marching in a queue as if they have to meet a deadline, I'm sure to splurge water in their way, or put a bar to stop them from heading forward. their confusion and bewilderment satisfies me to no end. Sometimes I catch hold of a couple of them and make them swim in my self-made small puddles of water. The more they swim, the more water I add on. (Its not that, I have got away with it. Mom has twitched my ears severly for flooding the floors. Good that didn't ever notice the floating carcasses of the ants!). Wait! I still have to doll up the tip on ice-berg. Some years back, when I would have had spells of boredom playing so innocently with them, I used to mutilate their lower abdomen with nails and left them on the mercy of God!!!
3rd: Each day, even till date, I have to dream about a dream that I would wish to dream before sleep overtakes me. The idea of falling asleep with an empty mind, gliding like a straight line of a graph without crests and troughs, doesn't really fascinate me much. Not that every day I ferret out new topics to invest my mind in. But sometimes I choose past events that can be fabricated and simulate them into a nice scoop to act as a sleeping pill. And this is necessitated with certain hard and fast rules - no noise, no light and no interruption. By chance if there is any obstacle, I make it a point to re-boot the dream process right from the scratch.
4th: I'm not spiteful, neigther vindictive. None of my die hard enemies can ever frame such allegations. So I never scheme or screw up. But if I am seriously cross with somebody, I feel the urge to lock them inside a stingy toilet. The idea is, the worst palce to be in will size them properly beacuse to stay in the such a forsaken place for long will be a punishment in itself. The desire possesses my mind for a bit of time and then slowly, the feeling that I have tormented and prosecuted the wrong-doer evenly takes over. And this pacifies me. Eventually the picture of the face, badly bashed by the murky place, forces up ripples of laughter from me. I simper and I forgive, all in good jest.
5th: This one would really testify that I'm mad north north-east. Like every other girl (or should I say women?) of my age, I, too, want to hog attention and care. It won't be mean to say that I secrectly enjoy the flash of thought that I am kept in a protective cocoon . Every woman does that (swear by the honesty). But its always a trouble in Paradise if I get it. Attention, care, screening -sounds utopic to me as long as they are miles away from me. But the moment they make an entry in my life, i feel suffocated; I feel I am being scrutinised and all my actions, every expression is captured and I feel like freezing to statue. I really don't know how it acts like a Midus' touch of wand and converts me into a person who is aware of the fact that he is a midget tied to a string, and the end of the string is in the hands of the watcher. so i always end up being lost in the maze- want to have something that I can't bear to have. A prudish confession!
6th: In the morning, after I wake up I'm a complete deaf and dumb person. I will not utter a word , no matter what. Only after brushing, I feel I have the power to speak up. If I have a call in the morning I curse the caller under breath. I have this notion that the stale breath would make me vomit. I have tried all means to wipe away such thoughts. I have brushed every night before dozing off to sleep, I have tried not to let that thought creep into my mind and cripple my desire to talk. But all means failed. So now, under strict instruction at home, no calls are handed over to me until I'm done with brushing. Forget outsiders, even Mom is an alien to me as long as i'm not brushed. Since, there is no need to interact, so spontaneously my ears don't function. I hear nothing as I say nothing. I call that temporary 'Coma', but i know people will term that insanity.
So here I have succesfully piloted my job. Its time for me to pass off the baton to others. So I tag Hazel dream, Velu and whoever drops in for the first time to my blog and leaves a comment! Ha that will be fun!
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18 Comments:
"Amrita's weirdness: HEEP HEEP...HOORAY!"
To tell u the truth, I loved every bit of your blog. Though I have already been tagged, and have to write about my weird habits, I don't think I can do a better job than yours :-)
@shakhi
thank you dear, but some credit goes to you too, coz u chose me and tagged me.
@priyankari
cheers! :)
@raka even i thought tht before writing that i cannot write better "weird" things than has been written by the bloggers. but after writing i can't say so now. so try. i know you have a stock of weird things to share
This post kindof buoyed me up!!
You're weird, man! But then...I already knew that! :D
The ants thing, is weird all right!! :D
As for the morning silence, add em to the club!! :) Same hereeeee! :)
@deep diver
if this has buoyed you enough, see to it that u join the gang. u too are being tagged. so go get the mission done. lets see how weird you can show urself to b.
@rajarshi
thnk u. u acted lik a true frnd, correcting the errors. no wonder i never fared well in biology. and now about ant slaughtering. see buddy, i warned right in the beginning of writing about the ant episode, all ant lovers should keep off from it. you din't take it seriously.
@strictly for my friends
yes i'm weird and that goes widout sayin....wat better proof than this post?
@velu
glad to hear that morning muteness is a common syndrome. i thought this must have been a 1 member club. my mom wud be relaxed a bit to know this coz she is the most nagged one by this silence 'vrat'
It was nice to read about your weird side...
Have u ever thought of seeing a psychiatrist..:p
A little bit of weirdness is a symptom of a normal human being..Nice to see u are normal!!!Lol!! :p
once a bird watcher always a bird watcher!!
@sandesh
thanx. now its your turn you are tagged too
@matthew
well if i could pass without consulting a psychiatrist untill now, i guess i can pass on the rest of my life. so u call my weirdness normal? wat a prudent to say that!!!
@deep
i know bird watching simply gets into the blood. no cure, simply no cure!!!
hmmm... u surely are weird... and numero dos was ... so weird... haha... i should say a bit on the cranky side!!!
Well, all of them show that you can be a wildly weirdo character from hyper-north... haha...
numero quatro and numero cinco made me think and yes, i am very much like that too... but i guess a bit less intensified than you are....
Liked the way you wrote.... will be seeing me more often now.
haha...i used to do the same with the ants...pour water all over the floor! besides i wud try talcum powder too!
this was a real fun read.
thanks for visiting my blog...i was just going through your previous posts...you write beautifully...the letter to the son moved me close to tears.
good flow of words....keep writing...good wishes from another adman
compleeted ur tag!!
hehe.
writing in d aair huh ? :) cool
i feel sorry for d ants though :(
remind me never to make ya angry. no one loves a toilet :)
dreams. yay. dats an amazing experience. hope u hav lots of dem :)
Let's see who does it first!! ;)
Keep posting...am a regular reader of ur blogs now!!
@ eclipsed thoughts
thanx for your visit and your welcome heartily to frequent my blog
@Jiby
oh the appreciation is mutual. i, too, liked your posts immensely
@Pradip
thank you sooo much. I'm thankful to receive a compliment from an ace writer.
@ajay
well buddy at least i have 2 people by my side who share in the weirdness you and velu. all the rest have literally scathed me for being a butcherer. :)
@ deep
shall we continue the race to weirness? i bet not.....not that I'm afraid of losing but the others wud dread reading my posts, which i do care about :)
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