tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79827910080064894772024-02-19T06:48:57.701-08:00Fat Man RamblesFat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.comBlogger118125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-14708107609910360022013-10-05T14:15:00.000-07:002013-10-06T21:56:12.454-07:00Let's Move On.
Okay. I'm going to put this out right up front. I do not like Shahrukh Khan. I don't like his films. I don't like how he acts and don't think I'll ever understand why my mother's eyes gleam that special gleam (just like so many other women) when she sees him on television or in a film. Maybe it's just jealousy. Maybe it's just the fact that I have good taste. But that's not the point right now.Fat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-80870213620756179162013-10-05T11:51:00.002-07:002013-10-05T11:51:34.435-07:00Comedic Challenges.
Okay. So it's been a while since I've written. Well, not really. I have been writing, just not here. And though I hate not updating this part of my online world, I haven't really had much of a choice. I recently started a job as a content manager for a YouTube channel called Pocket Box Office. With about a week before we launch, things have been pretty crazy. One of the prime show's we'll be Fat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-83780494558385840642013-08-19T06:35:00.001-07:002013-08-19T06:35:45.710-07:00That is all.
He writes and writer and
writes some more
His eyes are sore
He's up all night.
He sings and hums,
He's all alone.
He checks his phone but no one's called.
He talks to pretty girls and thinks,
His being sinks into the void,
And bounces back to happy sounds.
His life's an endless sinusoid.
He sips a cup of tea and looks
at people talking, passing by,
and when he's done, he Fat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-1243240749258670232013-08-16T04:54:00.000-07:002013-08-16T04:54:38.670-07:00To The Women in my Life.
Listen up now, or don't. This isn't the first time I'm saying it, it most certainly isn't the last.
Thank You.
For your eloquence, and elegance, and energy.
For your grace and for your mistakes.
For your concern for me and all those around you.
Yes, you're a worrier. A mess and yes sometimes you're broken.
But you're more than meets the eye, you hypnotize me with your potent charm.
And words!Fat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-43812907904579539132013-08-16T02:44:00.000-07:002013-08-16T02:56:20.139-07:00You know it when...
Now here's the deal... If you've known me personally and well, you know how much of a nervous wreck I am, more often than not. I panic when I see a room full of people. I lose my shit if they're all talking. I sit down and rock back and forth, trying desperately to get back on my feet an at it. But that's when I'm off stage. On stage, I feel good. I feel like I'm in control. I feel Alive. IFat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-36555760347679103392013-05-17T00:16:00.001-07:002013-05-17T00:16:14.953-07:00Absolutely B-Grade writing
Life is the odd cool night in May. Life is the sound of the beach and the wind running through the trees. It's the sound of cellos being plucked. Of sad and happy tunes, floating through our minds. It's visions of grandeur, and realities of war.
Life is buying vegtables at the market. Having the sun stare down and you and later wave good bye. Life is the sun rising over a sleeping Fat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-72972853531913728792013-05-16T11:52:00.000-07:002013-05-16T11:52:04.905-07:00The Truth
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Fat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-60105884623047170402013-05-03T09:56:00.000-07:002013-05-03T09:56:38.606-07:00The Tales of Bengrid The Lost: Delusion
They told him he was delusional. They told him all the time. When he was smiling and laughing and dying within himself, a mere being on the outside, an entire universe on the inside, he was told he was delusional. And mad. And crazy. One day he replied to the claims. It was summer. It was night. He said:
"You are all correct. I am delusional. But what is delusion? What is and is not real? How Fat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-58147845286709369042013-04-27T11:14:00.002-07:002013-04-27T11:15:48.917-07:00The last words of Bengrid the Lost.
Bengrid the lost sat up on his bed. He wanted to look the world in the eye, and he did. Looked straight out of the window. He spoke softly and surely.
Sometimes I wish I could talk and just feel like shit and bitch and moan. I wish I could just lie there, wallowing in self pity. Rolling from side to side, just being grumpy and hating things.
Sometimes I wish I could just lash out Fat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-29010828817040579682013-03-17T04:27:00.000-07:002013-03-17T04:27:08.300-07:008 Minutes
It's simple really, you put on a song, (this one was about 8 minutes long) and you write while it plays. No editing. No re read. Just write it and be done with it. Here it is:
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Fat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-63287204165511177032013-03-13T11:52:00.001-07:002013-03-15T03:31:21.139-07:00The Last Apology.
Fellow Travelers, Friends, Family, (Alive and Otherwise)
As you might already know, I have, in all probability, wronged you in some way in the past. I have, until recently, carried vast stores of guilt with me regarding said acts. Thank you for sticking around through and through. I am sorry for having done so. I really am.
But this is the last apology I'll make. The last time few times Fat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-61712621004234453202013-03-12T12:00:00.002-07:002013-03-12T12:00:46.175-07:00All Your Arguments are Invalid.
A signal is sent pulsing through your nervous system. Muscles move. Your mouth opens wide. Your Lungs Expand. Air is being sucked into them. Tiny molecules of oxygen inside this mixture of odd and even gasses are now in your lungs. The alveoli that line the inside of your lungs absorb the oxygen and give it to them blood cells. They tell the heart to lay down a beat. The heart complies. Blood Fat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-80317633823696836662013-02-05T06:57:00.002-08:002013-02-05T07:00:01.168-08:00The End. More or less...
So it's over! My 4 year long tenure as a college festival participant and organiser is finally over. Yup. I'm taking early retirement. Opting out of it all for good. And it's an odd feeling man. It's one odd, bittersweet feeling. If you don't want to read through all this crap, you may just push to the last paragraph! That should help! :P
Honestly, I'm at a loss of words. Though I'm certain ofFat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-86641598808721857132012-11-29T09:45:00.000-08:002013-02-21T09:16:57.964-08:00An analogy to explain meditation...
So I was talking to a friend, Aadya Shah a while ago and thought of this analogy to digging into ones mind...
After further thought it made sense to apply the analogy to meditating. Thought it needs more work, I think this second draft is good enough to put up:
Think of the world as having two parts.
A hall (like a banquet hall) and the rest of the world.
The Hall is the only building on theFat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-68583364984670908252012-11-25T04:55:00.000-08:002012-11-25T04:55:12.860-08:00A Different School of Thought
It's been a long time since I've posted anything here. It's not that I haven't been writing, It's just that most of what I've written has been written elsewhere.
I've written log entry after log entry full of thoughts and ideas and philosophy.
I've written answer sheets full of badly scribbled handwriting.
I've written songs that, in all probability, will never get recorded or heard by Fat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-31153406286549930252012-09-24T09:03:00.000-07:002012-09-24T09:03:01.163-07:00It's Important
I think it's Important...
To wake up really early once in a while just to see the sun rise. And to appreciate how it manages to do so every day. Guaranteed. You can go back to sleep right after.
To help a blind man cross the road every now and then. Not to restore his faith in humanity. But to restore your own.
To lose yourself in whimsy every now and then. So that you don't lose all them&Fat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-43221956566246679682012-09-11T00:20:00.003-07:002012-09-11T00:20:53.567-07:00How I Look At The World...
This is how I look at the world…
We fight of dragons with little wooden sticks. We climb mountains every now and then. Some are covered with snow. Some are covered with grass. Sometimes we ride around on little rams. Slow and sluggish but surefooted all the same. When we're in a hurry, we hop into the pouch of a kangaroo. Making our way through urban jungle, and over the lake and Fat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-27347596380442176822012-07-15T06:41:00.001-07:002012-07-15T10:22:50.160-07:00One of 'Those' Guys...
He's one of 'those' guys. The Token Odd Guy He's the novelty item in your class, in your batch, in your college, in your office. He's that slightly eccentric cousin that you would see twice or thrice a year. Always in his own grove. However you interacted with him, you either hated him for being that way or just felt like he didn't belong. Uncomfortable when he was around. He would be there. Fat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-36365932336363393372012-06-11T22:50:00.000-07:002012-06-11T22:51:30.571-07:00In response to an article:
Here's the article:
http://blogs.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/extraordinaryissue/entry/why-i-love-mumbai
Here's the response:
And yet we manage to smile. We laugh and goof around within the (rather unjust) limits set around us. We bend the rules. We break the rules. We have fun. We march on grooving to the music that plays in our heads, maybe right towards our doom, but we march nevertheless.Fat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-59806867243224141632012-06-10T06:49:00.001-07:002012-06-10T06:49:31.090-07:00Sunday Evening Sigur Ros
I've had an insanely awesome day and I'm tired and sleepy and mellow.
The city is shuffling along outside as the twilight gives way to the cool night.
My Mac is playing the new Sigur Ros album.
Life's good. Nai? :)Fat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-41094784108423854422012-06-02T05:19:00.001-07:002012-06-02T05:25:05.986-07:00Highlights of being 18/ Summer Highlights 2012.So the Summer (In Mumbai) is coming to an end! And every year, near the end of Summer, I finish yet another trip around the sun. The following are, in no specific order, the highlights of this summer and the last trip in general. (Things I'm So Very Thankful For)
~Love
~The Sun
~The Skies
~The New Sigur Ros Album
~Meeting and getting to know a Wordsmith, a Poet and a Thinker.
~Realising that I amFat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-84613117741679694222012-05-16T02:36:00.002-07:002012-05-16T02:36:58.977-07:00All About The People
Comedy on The Big Mic. Photo Courtesy: Aditi Mehta
It's all about People.
No. Not just the ones in the audience. It's about the ones you chill with before and after. The ones that will call you on a random Sunday morning to hang out. The one's you nod and smile at while you walk down the street. It's about the ones who call you up when they're down and out. The ones you can make laugh or Fat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-18274240309743441582012-05-08T14:41:00.001-07:002012-05-08T14:41:49.216-07:00Angels
It's funny, how the night feels sometimes. The cold and Fear fills the air. A sense of lonliness and impending doom, nay, ever-present doom surrounds me and embraces me till I give in. Till I fall hopelessly through the night to the darkest depths of my being. No reason appeals to me. The only emotions present in me are fear and sadness. A sense of anger screams in and I begin shooting blindly Fat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-48519992129169879662012-04-18T04:29:00.001-07:002012-04-18T06:14:29.960-07:00I used to...I used to be able  to close my eyes and drift off to another world. I would float around and sing melodies that had never been written before. I would sing them in rhythms long forgotten. I would move to them in ways no one had ever moved. I could fly in this world. Meet people and see places I had never met or seen before. I never dreamed in that world; for dreaming doesn't make sense when Fat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982791008006489477.post-14543987595345917922012-04-17T09:25:00.001-07:002012-04-17T09:32:04.996-07:00StoriesI've always loved stories. Hearing and telling them. Asking my dad for just one more story till he fell asleep narrating extended my bedtime by an hour on so many nights when I was young. As I grew older, I had my own stories. Most were based very very losely on reality, some were complete imagination. Time passed and I heard so many more stories. I had my own completely true stories too, to Fat Man Rambleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04818475364565915746noreply@blogger.com0