Noon.

A house stands in the midst of a town. People walk past its black gates, paying no attention whatsoever to this old building which once gave shelter to a family.

The rusty black gates crackle, as if unwilling to open, unwilling to let a stranger in. The front yard’s overgrown. There are no fresh flowers; only dead plants. As dead as the house itself. Seems forgotten. The verandah is as dull as the garden. Sunlight falls on it, only in patches. A beaten down chair sits on the right – the kind that you would expect your grandfather to sit on and sip tea at 5 in the morning, when the rest of the house is fast asleep.

Inside the Mansion, the Drawing Room gets to be the first one. The once-welcoming walls are now devoid of all paint, and provide a home to spiders. Signs of life. Spider life. A swift glance to the left, and a poster shows itself. A poster of a garden. Full of flowers. Once Vibrant. Full of life. Presently – dead.

Then there’s the hall, and of course, the open space. The Kitchen’s there, too. But there are webs in front of the entrance. The Spider Life seems to be possessive about their place. A step into the sunlit verandah, and the tears threaten to fall. Thoughts. About everything – the festivals, the starry nights, the stupid stories, Mami’s cooking, the numerous cousins, the life. Old memories rush in.

And here I stand, in the old house and take a look around. The Last Glance. At the rooms, the walls, the ceiling and everything that’s left. And then, it was as if the house feels. It felt me standing there, felt the nature of my visit. The Last Visit. And now, on the floor, lies a family picture. All of us. Well and alive. With the verandah in the background. Alive, too. And there. I have my souvenir, now. Been quite a journey.

I walk through the rusty black gates once again, they don’t crackle. I am not a stranger anymore. Instead, it seems as if they are waving goodbye. The Last Goodbye.

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Evening.

“Who cares, ’twas too old anyway’, says the man operating the crane. Click, aim, swing and a sharp hit. The walls are gone. And there’s rubble. There’s nothing now, the house is finally gone, the Spider Life, too. It gives way for a new building. A new life.

The New Face Of Orkut

Yeah, I know what you might be thinking.

Who gives a fuck about the new face of Orkut?

I do. Because it gives me something to blog about. Or I could stick to ranting about how great a movie Juno is, but I think it’s time to move on.

A couple of days ago, I saw an advertisement flash on my Orkut homepage :

Emote! : Bored, Happy, Glum? We’ve got an ever growing list of emoticons to show off how you feel.

The logo was one face with hearts for its eyes, and another one which was smiling as if he had been announced the new President Of The Emote Republic. I ignored them. Ignored them till I saw : ‘(Somepersoninmyfriendlist) is feeling happy! Tell people how YOU feel!’

And that was when I figured. Orkut was turning into Facebook. ‘Happy realization, darling’, I said to myself.

Why the fuck do you need to tell people if you’re happy or sad or even horny? Who gives a fuck? Except you and your glittery friends?

This is one of the main reasons why Facebook annoys a hell fucking lot of people. My Aquarium, Top Circles, Sparkey, My Sexy Friends, Bathroom Wall. And yes, people do add such applications. Why wouldn’t they? After all, everybody wants to know what kind of fish they want to hump, find dates in online rapists who suffer from pedophilia, and of course, their secret urine fetishes.

So, well, these applications suck. But hey, they’re glittery!

P.S.: Yes, I’m a big fan of social networking. It’s a revolution. Where else would people get to act as a pimp and sell ‘Their Sexy Friends’?

Lately.

I’ve been rather ‘out of ideas’ lately. Though I never thought I was a great writer or anything, but my previous post? I could’ve done better.

Today, I saw this movie called ‘Juno’. A lot of people have heard about it, seen it, liked it/disliked it. For me, the movie was rather touching. I could relate to it (don’t overwork your brain – I’ve never been pregnant). Relate in a very strange way, rather. I can’t quite explain it, but well, I just did.

For people who don’t know (and for the sake of increasing the number of words in this post), Juno is about a sixteen year old girl who gets pregnant. Nothing unusual, right? That’s exactly the way I felt when I first heard about it. But the way The Pregnant Girl (TM) has been portrayed, is rather touching. Her attitude towards the world, the school, her parents and herself, is amusing and touching at the same time. As amusing as her name – Juno.

I won’t put any spoilers in here, but just some heartfelt appreciation. The movie was great, the soundtrack, too. About four or five songs are by Kimya Dawson, a lady with an extremely beautiful voice. The rest are by some other bands – not so popular bands – but quite good all the same.

I know I can’t really review movies, but well. I felt like posting something. And Juno is definitely worth a watch.

Second Post.

I’m running out of ideas (not that I had many).
I don’t know what to write about.
The rain?
Or the night?
Children? Or flowers?
The Government? Or music.

Give me thought.

Another first post.

I’m not new to first posts anymore. In my last First Post on Blogger, I ranted about my complete lack of creativity. And in order to demonstrate that, I’m not going to post a real First Post here.

Just one thing – Don’t expect me to update this blog every week/month/year/lifetime.