GRAFFiTi - ARE WE THERE YET?

An undeniably washed-up idea in the head, is eventually and longingly stationed in all peripheries of the gray matter. It remains increasingly mind-boggling and hyper unsettled.


The actions then derived from such an 'itchy-scratchy' state of mind perhaps result in what is now called GRAFFITI.

Those obscure WRITINGS ON THE WALL, abstract sketches and art forms, slogans shouting undying pledges of  bodies that very newly crossed the thresholds of puberty, putting RAGING HORMONES to maximum drive.

A whitewashed brick wall of a fairly good stretch is an overwhelming temptation for these unacknowledged graffiti artists, to put their scribbling urges to work. It is general knowledge, SOCIETY at large, HERE and elsewhere do not approve of happy-twitchy fingers denting or painting their uber-clean high walls or fences which conspicuously concludes all such acts under one single header - VANDALISM!

Societies, everywhere have conclusively settled for calling them, vindictive behavior, but, some PICASSOs have been born out of such class-acts. Here in BHUTAN, if you can tell talent apart from mindless scratching, there is, talent encrypted in between the deluge of all the other handy works.

>>Not exactly "MODERN ART"

The country doesn't have rogue talent scouts  who go sniffing for undiscovered maestros on BLANK walls. And currently there are no mindless reality shows around- to showcase every eager mind annoyingly willful to display household 'goods' and charitable 'wares.'

KNOWING FOR NAUGHT WHEN YOU'RE NADA

Now a freely dissipating ethereal..

To go places at the speed of thought.. Amazing! 

Everywhere you like, Every one you love..

A mere thought away

Sorry.. You are the thought

So many loved you.. so much..

So many who loved you.. didn't love you..

Now high walls nor tiring distance stand blockade..

A deluge.. of revelations.. minds no longer a mystery

Dying was far less painful..

We know where autumn leaves go..

We know where broken hearts go..

All to.. putrify

One for nature.. one for debauchery

Where do we go..

Look but don't touch..

Listen but don’t talk..

Feel but don't express..

Worse.. feel but can't be felt..

When the label expires Imagine a million different ways in which we will be.. deeply disappointed.  And all of them happen on a given day.

Living right might be a good idea..

CALLING ALL CAR KEYS

"If .. you could 'missed call' car keys."

The thought must have crossed one of us, in all of us.. one time or the other.. during.. some nerve-wracking-moment, when you couldn't find the dang car keys and it's already half past 10 for wherever you're supposed to be.

Given to FREQUENT.. momentary lapse of mind.,- I just can't stop wishing there was a way to instantly locate misplaced items with a missed call or a blank text message returned to myself with coordinates of the misplaced item. Of course, simple presence of mind works but then the whole point of this blog is about the 'ABSENCE.'

Before you land the plane..take comfort in this:

People are distracted because they are laser-focused on something else. something they deem of high import at that moment under varying circumstances, from person to person. Also,.. take comfort that a global association for distracted people also happens to be in existence. The origins of the association was in Sweden.

SO then.. it can be safely stated: You're not the only member in the club, and You do seem to have cousins and brethren, bros and sis across the globe.

Getting back on track.. 

Some of the things I wish could be called upon:

Room keys

Car keys

Locker keys

Wallet

That 'special' underwear

Half socks when all I see is long socks

WHAT'S EATING YOU??

Ever wonder.. about those giant tomatoes in your salad or curries, never spared a thought about why it was so big?

Hold that thought!

Second query, must have sunk your teeth into one of them over-sized juicy apples, and never questioned it's size or the flavor, right?

Wager big, Vegas-money here, nobody really gives a once over, visually or otherwise, before you dig-in to anything on the meal table.

Not a big deal at all. But maybe it should BE!

Here come some answers but they are not really refreshing or relieving.

These new-age MUTANT ninja vegetables are actually mutated vegetables and fruits forced to outgrow their actual size and therefore mandated to taste different (and not at all in a very fulfilling manner).

Now that it's up for debate, think point of origin for the delicacies, next stop how did they grow so different from it's absolutely "normal cousins." Not getting ravenous here, but it's generally agreed, they taste way better and they pump more nutrition.

ODE2 SHER KHAN: FOR HE IS STILL ..

When morning star cleaned house..

They hatched your doom in groups.. of fives.. and hundreds

Your cousins across borders and skylines

Your roaring Majesty.. in the cage..

Thy roar so deafening but only for entertainment..

Your majestic demeanor good enough for the amusement of  a five year-old

Stars brighten skies, frightening.. for it roams the roost best when daylight evades

Beautiful green vales.. lovely hill tops

All in a different light now.. in the darkness of fear

Claws that will rip soul away.. with tenders

A majestic encounter of the first kind.. is the last.. for easily submitting mice-in-men to it's grandeur

Hail unsurpassable majesty...shame the mouse in all men

They roar.. not for your freedom

For they crawl under midnight's blanket.. not for prey

Still they roar in the distant

THE MONSTER IN YOUR HEAD IS YOU

SO what did you think? They weren't really monsters, huh?

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Ever since news did the rounds on the FIVE, coming out, people have talked about them. Easily the Thimphu hot topic was them. Most trending on Twitter, and other networking sites, ice-breaker at gatherings (social and otherwise).

Contents of conversation - all powered by hearsay, some with very accurate Intel, but some are,.. shockingly unbelievable!

Wine and women bring out some of the most deepest revelations from a drinking soul. And true it was in a bar (first-hand account), where a group of 'decent' working professionals were letting-loose the grind and toil of the week days. OR ahemmm.. they say its frustrations with a big F.

Inputs from many hinted that the said FIVE would probably look like actual projections from the Egyptian plague, some said they must be quite the withered husks by now.

What they probably meant was, they will look like heinous freaks of nature, zombified living-dead.

Sad, but true, it's just about seven or eight fairly knowledgeable country men and women talking out their ignorance here. Perhaps there are more such like-mindedness in town, in the country. SOS.. but the end is nigh..

A father and a mother were infected but their children tested negative to the bug because of early treatment. It's new knowledge for many and, more than a ray of hope for all of us gut-spewing maggots (reference is conditional:-).

For those who love the idiot box, so much, hopefully you have gathered some life saving wisdom from what you saw with your own eyes, in real time. Never mind what Sabita did to Kabita.. it's good to check on reality sometimes. Stamp your feet hard.. pinch yourself. WAKE UP!!


Let's take over from Guru Rinpoche... take our matters into our own hands.


Let's not use the moment as hard evidence to stigmatize, dramatize the lives of those who opened-up, to good intentions, and those who might follow suit. Let's not whisper behind their backs, Let's not stab them in their backs.

I didn't really get it, back then, when I was ten..ish when I saw those pamphlets with the UNDP & Health ministry logos. Message on all of them - EDUCATION IS THE ONLY WEAPON AGAINST..

Well, we all do now. More-than-do!

Personally speaking: Intuition is good, knowledge is better. Let's Go for knowledge..

to the FIVE - SALUTE!!!