Stray thoughts
a) Thoughts are such vagrant beings that they come and go as and when they please… and persistently beg until you’ve given them their due… Predictably, they find themselves left behind on the last traffic signal or replaced sometimes mid-consideration by another… At least, they don’t need to sign in and sign out everyday.
b) Dodging stray arms, legs, baggage and even children… in Mumbai is much more difficult than dodging bullets…
c) What if people said the first thing that popped in their head to anyone they met? I had that moment today when I saw this emaciated college kid. Well, the only thing striking about this stick and bones gal was her derrière … Surprising as it was, it was completely disproportionate to her body… like an entity by itself… I just wanted to say… “Gurl, what’s goin’ on down there?”… Whether I did or not, is butt for me to know and you to never find out.
After-thought: According to a spot survey conducted by none other than me, I found out that the number of songs dedicated to this part of the anatomy have drastically shot up… In the good ol’ days, there was jus Sir-Mix-a lot’s blasphemous ‘Baby got back’… Back then, women could say they were being objectified by men, but now we have the female species themselves bent on making objects of themselves… How else do you explain Black Eyed Peas’ “My humps”…?
b) Dodging stray arms, legs, baggage and even children… in Mumbai is much more difficult than dodging bullets…
c) What if people said the first thing that popped in their head to anyone they met? I had that moment today when I saw this emaciated college kid. Well, the only thing striking about this stick and bones gal was her derrière … Surprising as it was, it was completely disproportionate to her body… like an entity by itself… I just wanted to say… “Gurl, what’s goin’ on down there?”… Whether I did or not, is butt for me to know and you to never find out.
After-thought: According to a spot survey conducted by none other than me, I found out that the number of songs dedicated to this part of the anatomy have drastically shot up… In the good ol’ days, there was jus Sir-Mix-a lot’s blasphemous ‘Baby got back’… Back then, women could say they were being objectified by men, but now we have the female species themselves bent on making objects of themselves… How else do you explain Black Eyed Peas’ “My humps”…?
posted by ironyofdparadox at 4:13 pm
4 Comments:
point 2 esp valid at this time of the year.
Stray thots do have it better than us..don't they?
y so valid now?? u referring 2 Ganapati mania? Bt i think Mumbai is like that all year around... Just travel in the trains and you'll know...
abt stray thots: Yup, they do have it good... they aren't chained to desks making pages, now, are they ;P
I once scribbled a line on a notepad in a village and discovered it in an old forgotten drawer many years later:
"my thoughts run away....like errant angels".
Your expression of vagrant thoughts is superb. I can totally relate to what you've written.
And here's yet another coincidence: I've often WISHED there was a chip in our brains that made us say the first thought that came to our minds. In any event, that's what I usually do anyway! ;-)
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