Few Lines For You

Sitting on the sand, under the glistening night sky, glowbirds between
the stars above, a small memory becomes an obsession. Reality becomes
dream. Thoughts and feelings turn into magnificent experiences, as
large and deep and dynamic as the sea in front. I gather my emotions
and experiences and try to weave a reality out of them, and stumble,
and stumble, and stumble again.... Night falls, I keep trying. I
summon every memory of love, happiness, melancholy and pensive
reflection into one single, all-encomapssing inertia. You.


You are the sand that I try to hold within my numb fingers, the wind
that caresses my hair, the water that comforts my battered and bruised
body, the music that plays softly in my ears when I sleep. You reside
within me. You are everything.

My Favorite Comedians - Steve Hughes

This lean, lanky comedy powerhouse from Australia once used to play drums for various heavy metal bands. His forays into standup exposed yet another intriguing part of his enigmatic personality. His brand of humour varies from crass, rude jokes to subtle references to serious issues like ethnic barriers and homosexuality.

High Points

With a tall and slender frame, a naturally expressive face with a bright eyes and a ready smile, Hughes is always a smash hit in live performances. Powered with a deep voice and command over myriad accents, Hughes has the gift of interacting with the audience and keeping them enthralled as he takes them through a delightful standup experience.

Favorite Steve Moments

(Introducing himself)
“I’m from Australia. I’ve an English father, Australian mother. Some English bloke said that makes me Welsh! (laughter) I don’t know what that means, but English people laugh so I just keep ****ing saying it!”

(Talking about the language of Welsh people)
“I don’t want to be rude, but it looks like some ****er tripped over carrying a box of scrabble!”

(About being into death metal and cooking while school)
“Well, I was an angry man, but you’ve got to eat!”

(Steve took cooking as a subject in school. When he is working in the kitchen, one of his mates show up)
Mate – “You cooking, Hughes? You gay, mate?”
SH – “Yes, I’m gay, mate. I’m analyzing cakes with thirty chicks and you ****wits are showering together!”

My Favorite Comedians - Pablo Francisco

This master of voices from South America takes the cake any day as far as entertaining standup performances are concerned. Veering seamlessly from slapstick to the very subtle, Pablo is a genius with great command over a variety of topics and a deep understanding of different cultures, which comes forth during his performances.

High Points

His “voices” are always a laugh. Be it Pablo impersonating “the Movie Previews Guy”, Jackie Chan, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Keanu Reaves or a fictional standup comedian from the interiors of Mexico, he never fails to amaze with his repertoire.

The unique thing about Pablo is that he can make a wide variety of sounds using his vocal chords and microphone techniques, which almost makes a kind of background score for his performances. The most amazing among these is his saxophone sound, which is so close to an actual saxophone that you might take it to be one with your eyes closed. Watch out, he is a genius at beatboxing as well.

Favorite Pablo Moments

(One liners on bumper stickers from a native Mexican comedian’s collection)
“Jesus saves, ‘cause he shops at Wal-Mart!”
“My other car is probably yours!”
“Guns don’t kill people, my cousin does!”

(Talking about women who have nice bodies and ugly faces)
“I love spaghetti, but it has SHIT on it!”

(Impersonating Casey Kasem, who is talking about William Hung)
“He is not from China, he’s from Singapore, ‘cause he sings really poor!”

Wings of Poesy

 

Hit Me - Part I

It stood there, partially inflated, looking like a careless, unfinished creation of god. The father had gone to answer a call, turning the air-pump off. Soon, the lopsided plastic mouth would be sporting a broad, ever-obliging smile; but for the time being, it had a sad, forlorn expression of suppressed, helpless anguish. The father returned in a moment, to finish off the half-done job. Rapidly, the face morphed into the usual obligatory delight. The body assumed its plump, inviting proportions. Emblazoned boldly on its chest were the words “HIT ME” in bright red and the father called on his three-year-old to inaugurate proceedings with his latest purchase; one which would ensure peace of mind at home, and lots of playful activity for his favorite child. The three-year old trundled into the room, took a look at his new plaything, gave it a playful shove, and seeing it pirouette and totter in the most helpless fashion, all the while sporting its usual apologetic gleefulness, fell in love with it almost instantly.

Brownian Motion

Highways to and from the soul. The occasional curfew and the smoke add to the mystery, but the heart of the matters stays clear, mostly on the road signs. The sounds are mixed too, with the screech of brakes punctuating the whirr of thought in high speeds.

Speed breakers are a must sometimes, particularly for some roads which are straight and downhill. These are usually poorly lit and might take one anywhere. Caution is a double edged sword.

Veins and arteries. Pathways and entrances and exits. A network of vibrant life in the midst of nothingness. Much like footsteps on the beach and moss on mountain stones, they never give up. Propagation, immortalization, legacy.

Kurt's Nirvana

The encore came at last, blessed by the throng
Hearty chants rose to heaven, million-strong
At last came the call from heaven, it said
"You will die one day, but never be dead"