At a Bangalore scientific conference, a scientist talked about natural and man-made disasters.
His conclusion: disasters are a result of random events, with no memory of past events.
If there is a God, he or she plays fair #dice, the speaker said, inviting brickbats.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2015/02/11-steps-to-end.html
Why am I thinking
Of a #towel smothering
When I see these clouds?
#vss365
#senryu #haiku ?
#AI
The best thing about AI is that it has magnified the importance of all things untouched by AI.
Who believes what's on blogs, matrimonial sites, photo shoots and any 'feed'?
Face-to-face interaction must have an extra appeal these days. There too, one can't trust the visual aspect. What has been artificially enhanced?
But then, what about the people who can sound AI-generated?
Remember that old pal who spoke whole texts from a P.G. Wodehouse novel?
(Aside: With that last line, did I reveal that I am decades older than Gen Z?)
"The #kettles these days fail soon after warranty ends. Can't even be repaired."
"Marriages don't last that long. Sans repair sans warranty."
"Do you have to bring that up all the time?"
"Only when you delay my morning cup of tea."
"Cup or mug?"
"Grrr, Misterrr."
#vss365
During dinner–
she wanted news, he #soap,
watched sports;
one farted, the other burped,
washed the dishes together;
In the bedroom–
silence,
then,
one said, "you love me, no?",
the other, "yes, you love me?",
nodded in the dark,
mumbling,
"I want to be me."
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2013/09/i-want-to-be-me.html
He brushed dust from his clothes, tucked in his shirt, adjusted his underwear, zipped up, took out a #comb, combed his hair and mustache.
I slipped. He turned. Saw me. Looked bored. Raised a finger to his lips. Walked away.
I saw a body near the unmarked grave then.
#vss365
from
https://gatheredthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2010/05/scream-within.html
On that powerless night,
The kids waited for the zombies
The elders had let loose.
A trench full of explosives
Around, the fuse in hand,
Ready to kill evil at first sight.
Nearly.
“Where’s the #matchbox?”
“Next to the candle.”
“And, where’s that?”
“In the water tank.”
#vss365
Satya found a suitable girl through the classified in the newspaper. His folks were there to protest.
‘You are too young,’ they said.
‘You are challenging fate.’
‘If there is no love, death might not strike,’ some #shrewd voices said.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2013/10/gutter-talk.html
I'm not the #garden type,
More the wild n free,
It's nice to say such
With little to show,
Not even a mirage
Of an oasis.
Blame it on the mood,
Between the cloudburst
And the burning heat,
It's tough to joke n laugh,
Not the time for truth,
I'm nothing, period.
#vss365
"Allied forces calling #evil forces," he said from behind his pillows. "Surrender or face annihilation, rocket-head."
"You'll see Hell, chicken-livered carrot-top!" she said building her own barricade.
The pillows remained intact but the bed crumbled with a loud crack.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2018/05/reunion.html
"Swaps, I had a dream. My love drowns right here.”
“Nightmare, you mean.”
“Oh no, to give her a gentle push is the sweetest #toil. Why are you moving away?”
“Arj, this is all because I used the word equalize in last night’s Scrabble, huh?”
“Cheater.”
“Caveat stulte.”
#vss365
In primary 3, I strayed a little and gave my first love poem to Josephine rather than Swapna.
I must have had this #urge to share my love.
Swapna seemed formidable with her forehand.
Josephine smiled and held my hand. That's all I wanted from love. Then.
And now?
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/12/exposure.html
The first #sprout of love,
Greeted with bemused wonder.
She deserved better.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
🥹
Long ago, I prayed
For #divine retribution.
Oh yes, it hit me.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
🙃
It was #fertile ground for opportunistic racism to take root, a parasite feeding on minds confused by economic turmoil, spreading in the guise of nationalism or religion or some supremacist stupidity.
We joked about it, only to each other, that it felt like home.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2013/12/touch.html
Infidelity is not a dirty word.
It sounds like one to you.
How we hated the wronged one.
How we coped with the #chaos.
Our love/lust was the true one.
You disliked us for finding a better life.
How you smirked, judged and executed.
How irreverent we were to you god.
#vss365
I fell in love
The day I became invisible
In more ways than visual.
No, that's not an excuse,
I tried to explain to her
In every way unscoffable.
It can't be a coincidence,
She said looking through me
In the way that #tends to be sole-searching.
#vss365
#vss365
Never thought I would share my wildest secret in an online writing contest. Not just any #creation of my feverish mind.
Submitted it only on the last day.
Next day, I got to know my wife's one of the judges.
Something told me she knew about my entry.
That night,
1/2
Are my memories
Of #temptation black and white?
Sixty shades of grey.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
Life's tough on this #coast,
A noose waiting for the fall.
Let's not touch the bad.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
I got into trouble
Feeling guilty
Not about what I was accused of
It's something worse
That I had to think about
If I had thought
About lesser matters
Life would have had fewer
Troubles #descending
Upon the bemused.
#vss365
Books and movies taught me how not to murder.
The brilliance of the act or investigation and twists in the tale are such boring tropes.
I rely on simple boring methods.
My work avoids #cadence and emotion.
To yawn or not to yawn.
That's the only question in life.
#vss365
I got my rural calling one dreary city morn.
I phoned Hosappan.
My decision to #shift to the village was dismissed with “Bah!”
The second call got thoughtful silence.
On the third,
“Are you sure you want to live here?” he asked. “Haven’t you seen ‘Straw Dogs’?”
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2016/10/bumpkin.html
"Class, give me examples of misunderstood lines. Arjun?"
"I was devastated when I understood Frost's 'The #Road Not Taken'. Made me give up on individualism."
"Extreme. Swapna?"
"I choose, 'Wherefore art thou, Arjun?'"
"You mean Romeo?"
"Why is HE Arjun?"
"Cruel."
#vss365
My kids are #turning out to be like their parents.
My girl keeps diaries full of poems, essays and hopeless longing. My boy needs recognition from time to time.
I envy them at times. They have no excuse not to love. They have tried. I can see the bruises.
#vss365
from
https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2010/01/confessions-of-lady-next-door-from.html
The past isn’t what it used to be.
Comrades-in-arms walking along—
A half-truth: I walked, they did not.
The future will be what it won’t be.
In ashes or dementia, the best bets.
Strife and penury, there’s #momentum there.
Now, the present isn’t what it is, is it?
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2020/09/snapshots.html
Most days, I wake up as a hero in an epic.
Gods are villains, love's one helluva business,
Friends are expendable, with a murder or two,
#Headwinds are a must, as for handicaps,
It's an Achilles heel from head to toe.
The other days,
I'm the villain,
Life's the same.
#vss365
Am I the voyeur at the Lovers' Park?
Dreaming of being the lover with you?
I need not answer such questions.
With no answer when you had to go.
To #depart with no arrival-
That's my Lady Luck's endless game.
#vss365
We retired to our bedroom.
She cornered the best part of the bed. She feigned sleep. When I touched her, she snarled, ‘Don’t you dare!’
On my uneven side of the bed, resigned to #conquer on another date, I fell asleep immediately. That infuriated her even further.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2012/01/trouble-at-wedding.html
He exhibited his skills, or lack of it, with his stiletto knife. ‘Operation successful but #patient died,’ he quipped at the end of the five finger fillet. He was joking. The man was only nearly dead but a bloody mess.
I've used his services a few times over the years.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/01/inconsequential.html
Yesterday, I slept with my love –
I made love the way I want to
Clinging #unabashed,
The clock stopped ticking
I could love the way I want to;
Tomorrow, I might end it all –
A minor matter,
An inconvenience,
Thoughtless
Without epitaph;
Today, I will smile at it.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-flows-both-ways.html
"Life without you..."
"Is like electricity without #magnetism."
"Is like a G-string without the string."
"Is like a topological defect that's escaped into a higher dimension."
"Is like beating around the bush without getting to the point."
"Arj! Meh!"
"Bah! Swaps!"
#vss365
Lush landscape contrasted with brutal war, birth of society in graveyard towns, love’s #embrace in death’s company.
There was an out of focus photo of a mother with a baby.
"We had been marching for days. Mama was killed 2 days later," the artist said. "I survived."
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2013/06/the-one-that-stood-out.html
"What did you do?" she asked after describing her lovely vacation.
"I wrote a story."
"Can I read it?"
He gave her the love story that did not seem like a love story.
He placed a piece of paper instead of the bookmark with a photo of a boy giving a #rose to a girl.
#vss365
from
https://gatheredthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2013/07/love-stories-in-berlin.html
"Will you marry me, Swaps?"
"Why?"
"What why?"
"What do I get?"
"Get?"
"Do you promise fun and #frolic?"
"No."
"Security--via brain or brawn?"
"No."
"Ah! Rhetorical question, huh?"
"So, I shouldn't try it with other ladies, huh?"
"Arj, my love, please don't."
#vss365
"Have you ever been tortured?"
"Beaten black and blue. Hating it more when they pause. You try to look them in the eye, to show #defiance, to beg for mercy. You try to pray. If you are lucky, you get time to curse. You know it will continue. No saviour, no miracle."
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2012/03/torture.html
"Appa, have you ever been really bad?"
Can I tell her the truth? No.
That’s part of love. Hiding, or just not #revealing.
One has to be ready, though. The bad has the habit of revealing itself, like a dead body escaping weights and shackles to resurface in a pond.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2013/05/being-bad.html
"I used to wake up knowing he would be looking at me, #tenderly, lovingly. That’s all we wanted.
I didn’t listen when he foretold doom.
When I heard about what he did, I hated myself more than I had to hate him.
I had to forget the only memory I wish to remember."
#vss365
from
https://gatheredthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2010/05/scream-within.html
"You don't #swoon over me."
"Are you ok?"
"I need to be pampered."
"Swaps, wake up!"
"Did you pour water over me?"
"Let's go to a hospital."
"Oh, shut up, Arj!"
"The stuff you said in your sleep."
"Scary?"
"Definitely not you."
"Ah! Just testing."
"Idiot!"
#vss365
I'm a #supercilious
and bitter bore
but not when I bow
To the hues of eventide
but it ain't enough
to be worthy of love
But there's hope
when I'm not me
before your smiling eyes.
#vss365
In this upside world
With water above concrete,
Waive self-appraisal.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
This #apprehension,
When the beach has gone under,
Is a bit too late.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
Her marriage lasted 24 hours. She was r@ped by her husband. She nearly killed him that night.
When her son was born, she asked herself:
Will the beast/#villain stay away? Will it return through her kid? Will it be murder then?
#vss365
ps. That's from my short story 'Michael Corleone' (I've not been writing--managed this one 7 months back):
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2026/04/michael-corleone.html
Society is like a sand-pile,
at its angle of repose,
a critical system.
Add one small #grain of sand,
good or bad, and that might start
avalanches of varying sizes.
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/10/itihasa-of-integral-part.html
She kept her eyes closed. I closed mine too. It wasn’t much of a kiss. That’s how Jojo’s mother found us.
After that, we met only in the open. I stopped #pulling her hair and slapping her back. She stopped holding my hand.
#vss365
from my short story:
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2013/06/after-kiss.html
The year we fell in love, the topic for the Annual Debate was communism.
I spoke like Che for communism. My guide at that time was Ayn Rand.
She spoke with great fervour against communism. I saw her #clench her fist behind her back, her nails drawing her own blood.
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-miss-competition.html
When I shifted from the #novel to the short story mode, it was for maximum pleasure from a minimal episode.
The irrelevant is so passé. Chapter two means leave.
My partner agrees.
I've been buried alive.
Why?
The foreplay err hook captured nothing but a yawn.
#vss365
“Swaps, you are an incorrigible #fiend.”
“What have I done now, Arj?”
“Why did you tell Laks I love her?”
“She was in need of some comic relief.”
“How am I a joke as a lover?”
“Do you want my treatise on that?”
#vss365
#vss365
“Why are you against relationships?”
“To avoid the all-#consuming worry of being taken to the cleaners.”
“Find the one you can trust.”
“That’s not a natural trait of human beings.”
“Find the unnatural one.”
“The good don’t come free.”
“True. Time up. Credit card?”
Ok, I admit.
I was a strait-laced idiot.
Then, love came along.
Rule became: break rules.
That's an aphrodisiac.
The #forbidden? LOL.
When we said, "Made plans!",
The haphazard came along.
But, the high remains.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
My mind, the #deadfall,
Breaks the back of love and hope.
All for greater good.
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
#vss365
Trouble started when I took my #mother-in-law on a honeymoon trip.
She was supposed to go to the west, around the Thar desert, in search of gods.
Those gods had the better idea of packing her off, with us, to Goa.
For more on that, try:
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2013/02/to-whomsoever-it-may-concern.html
"I've this recurring nightmare. I'm unprepared for an exam. I stare blankly at the question paper. Breathless."
"I've noticed that whenever my mother visits, when you forget our anniversary, even when we try to..."
"Didn't Freud say that's part of #falling in love?"
#vss365
I got married last Friday.
Here, those who don’t #gamble on the cliff, use the dating site needleinahaystack dot com.
We must have been the only ones with the following on our bio: ‘Do not believe in love.’
That’s a lot like burning all the hay to find the needle.
#vss365
In Kadalil, weddings take place at #midnight on the day of the New Moon.
At the 'SueZed' point on the cliff.
In pitch darkness.
The lucky get another's; the unlucky get the chosen; and, those guided by premonition or bad body odour give a shove to remain a free bird.
#vss365
There are words that remind me
Of a past long forgotten.
I wish I knew why '#wondrous'
Became a word I avoided.
Did I call it archaic
Or did it seem juvenile?
I'm not really ashamed
To say I used it a lot back then.
#vss365
"Has poetry taught you anything?"
"A pal loved my love poem 'The Story of Swapna'. Got #immersed in it. He wanted to be Swapna."
"Sweet."
"Then, I showed it to Swapna. She yawned."
"Cruel."
"Yes, it's cruel to realise one can't trust people who love your poetry."
#vss365
For the sake of completeness, this is the last part of that old love pome 'The Story of Swapna'.
Yes, the one that will make you yawn. 🙃
https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/07/his-story-epilogue-to-her-1991.html
#vss365
What will you remember
When a life ends
After the guests are gone
With stories of valiant deeds
Nice false notes that #linger
Till the dishes are washed wiped
Will you dream
With another’s face
With memories
Suitably mummified
Best not to know
What you will remember.
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/05/remembrances.html
How can I forget 6/6/'26?
Last day I saw my reflection in a mirror. The day I lost my shadow.
It's hardly comforting everyone's facing the same predicament.
Ghosts and live ones interchangeable.
AI overdose. #Betrayal of the Gods. The old headlines about the erased.
#vss365
A canvas for the mind – that be life –
No marred margin mourned and gilded edge shorn;
Labour be so, too – through joy or strife –
By whim or #intent it’s coloured, shaded or torn.
#vss365
from
https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/10/oddity-iv.html
We used to play volleyball and badminton. The rivalry was #feral at times.
Was it because I thought she deserved better than her lover?
Was it because of the kiss?
Was it because I lied when she asked me, "Are you in love with me?"?
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2020/02/virgin-territory.html
I nearly cherished those moments, when friendship with its vagueness and #fleeting companionship seems comfortable.
Then, the past entered. I brought it up. Or, she did.
"We were so young then," she said. "We have to talk about it. Get it off our chest."
Did I laugh?
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2012/02/dates.html
"They don't even mention your #name," she said.
The invisible, even the homeless, aren't so.
Life at the end of the spectrum of nothingness.
"Why do you love me then?" I said.
Two small black clouds never to be noticed,
Bid adieu to those who will remember the bright sky.
#vss365
It is so hot and depressing.
That's supposed to be the excuse for posting non-fiction under #vss365.
‘Actually, if one really thought about it, the television had been presenting the same news stories for years; the only things that changed were the #names: the #names of the towns in which the events were occurring and the #names of the people involved. But the substance was always the same.’
That's from Andrea Camilleri. Here's an old review/fan-drool of his Montalbano series:
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-you-think-you-are-old-read-this-or.html
On a hot summer afternoon, she was near climax when a brilliant idea struck him like the clichéd bolt of #lightning.
He interrupted the act to work on it. He read it to her once he was finished.
"Brilliant," she muttered.
Next time, "You and your bloody Eureka..."
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2015/06/the-big-e.html
When they found me on top of a coconut tree:
The waning gibbous grinned,
"They are going to blame it on me,
#Lunar eclipse of the mind & what-not.
Tell them the truth, my love."
I chuckled,
"They can't handle that, my dear.
In fact, nothing will stop their abuse."
#vss365
“If another person stepped in, and there is minimal change in routine, will you even notice the death of a loved one?” he said.
She walked away without reply.
That night, alone, when she sobbed, "You ass, I guess you will say, nice try to contact the #psychopomp."
#vss365
from my short story 'In Between':
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2016/05/in-between.html
“Do you have pets?”
“No. Why?”
“I don’t date ladies with pets.”
“History?”
“First love fed me to her #wolves. Then, married one with piranha.”
“Good to have you intact.”
“My pleasure. I’m Arjun.”
“I’m Lecter. Hannah Bell Lecter. Great to have a friend for dinner.”
#vss365
The early morning sun threw colours at everything; the green-brown river lazed reflected, the bridge stretching waking over it, the #fishing boats scratched its top.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he muttered to himself.
“Yes, it is.”
She was not smiling, but her eyes were.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2016/01/a-beautiful-morn.html
“Desire like unruly #seafoam
Drowned me when you kissed,”
Her words I can’t forget.
Not sure what I did right.
Not sure what she meant.
Creative change?
Or rejection?
#vss365
Do I really want to know what you are thinking?
Let's assume those are good lies to remain calm in this #sink-hole.
Not like ex-lovers fantasising with fiction dressed up as truth.
Like lonely kids ready to hide a tear for a game or to avert death.
#vss365
#vss365
(#sing along)
There are too many politicians in my family.
There is one.
He stood for election once.
He got two votes.
His mother, wife, son or daughter?
Or all?
Who betrayed him?
That remains an unsolved mystery.
[Chorus]
There are too many politicians in my family.
There is one.
There are too many lawyers in my family.
There is one.
There are too many doctors in my family.
There is one.
There are too many bureaucrats in my family.
There are none.
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2018/04/sing-along.html
When she undressed, you too I watched,
Teased and loved you - of course, her too...
All was well till the denouement
When she charged me with wantonness...
If I could have another turn,
Will you be in high noon’s #blind spot?
Love still remains when lovers spurn...
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2013/04/ode-to-lovers-shadow.html
I walked upstream along the #bank to the old sandy bathing spot.
Found an ugly mound of rock, weeds and wild grass. The carcass left behind by indiscriminate sand-mining.
I took a few photos of that sad wretched place. I wish I had photos of the paradise it once was.
#vss365
from
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2014/04/my-mothers-village.html
"Molu, when the doctor asks questions, please answer, ok? (Lowers voice.) Tell the doctor Daddy works abroad. Don’t mention about Uncle staying with us. It doesn't matter but there’s no need, right?"
The daughter turns away after removing her mother’s hand on her #arm.
#vss365
from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/09/other.html
How long should I wait
For the #hand of god to strike
Murdering crazies?
#vss365
#haiku #senryu ?
To beat Big Bro Cen Sor
Wrote in code
The pome
To conquer her heart
But Big Bro
Got it wrong
Its call came without a #ring
Says I'll hang
For hating those I should hate
Should I tell Big Bro
It's a love pome
Or
Let it be what It thinks it is
Either way
She giggles.
#vss365
Am I the lone bird?
That one's guarding a nest.
How about the tree barely bent?
That's still giving taking little.
Can't be the moon and its phases,
Regular moods ain't my style.
Not the blue sky nor the fresh air, then
How is this a self-portrait of a fallen #man?
#vss365
