Scheme II

Survivor circa 2004

I
One thing's certain:
set in bone,
bound in muslin,
and headless
astride the first organic adventure motorbike
invented in 2002 at the BMKS COllege of Engg.(rural),
is a woman.
Note the one treacherous shoe tight
enough for the fibula;
a heel so sheer
men and even drag queens then knew better.
As for organic,
the only part of the bike I can confirm,
are the wheels, take a look.
one wheel is really 2 mushroom caps stitched
head to head exposing gills mocking spokes;
the whole made servicable by a patented process
featuring a lethal bleach and some cryogen.
The mechanics of the motorbike are regular,
its only the construction thats unique,
So lets not spend time on pistons, cylinders
and sundry cousins;
get straight to the legend of the lady.

II
She grips a unitary windshield handle
and she is tall, look at the legs.
When she had a body and life and walked,
men stopped to wonder at her statement.
Some thought her hooters took away from her line.
But her mischief was as intense as any high-strung
flat chested 4-footer's. And if only one feature
told the truth, they were her shoulders.
They're what got her selected to testdrive
Mobike Prototype 'SuperToNature', rolled out by the boys
of BMKS COllege of Engineering in the first place.

Was never about natz but what does it say about a human who currently alternates b/w de Sade and douglas adams in a day. the dust in the air from all the construction and other spouts of wilful partclte mattr are ausing an allergy manifest by a twitch in my right eye. The left index toe hasnt been behaving for a month and suspect its a stress fracture to be checked out soon or i'll be limping. possibly also in the middle of a kidney infection and having panic attacks that keeps people away. So picture a bad federation. Home alone all weekend and today morning realised hadnt locked the gate, had been open all night, and no goonda seems to have walked in or done a thing. ha. at the table now, right eye twitching, draining tea through faulty kidneys, shivering a fractured foot, there are benefits to being repelling. but only by way of whats avoided and so not true gains.

Now Reading

SR---------------------DCRA Goonetilleke
Orlando---------------Woolf
Dragons of Eden-----Sagan
Antimatter------------Gordon Fraser
Bedroom Philosphers-de Sade
Hitchhikers Guide----Adams
Structure+Archtctre-Angus MacDonald

http://log24.com/log05/050224-Xan.html
http://www.denverpost.com/Stories/0,1413,36%7E53%7E2723492,00.html

In which natz ducks dooce with a coup de grace of a casual lambic frolic that leads her out of an inconvenient helltower

when BigDeal isnt fun,
watch ass worship, restraining gun:
pick up own speckled buns,
walk out, anger Huns.

- Catcha mee series of chemical natz

Dont know what anyone else is noticing, but are u bangalorean enough to notice the blossoms campaign so correctly launched in the supplement of The Hindu. so right.

A moment of unextraordinary sublimation arrives for me usually in a crowded bus. And yesterday it was on the bus home: 125E. Seated, I unfurled the book i'm with and on it began before slowly the still bumble began populating. By the time the bumble began i was resting the book on the cantilever derriere of a woman lodged between me and the ent/ext railing - it was too convenient an offering and though many observed nobody objected least of all the derriere. Then 2 very small kids from a faraway school going back home found themselves instructed to jockey for space at the same lodge and as things usually go, the smaller of the 2 found herself wedged nightmarishly between the now shifted cantilever butt and a hostile passenger behind - she was horrified, near tears and silently wailed while looking torn woebegone and pleading at her guide/guardian(?). Made small space for her brief seat between me and the hostile passenger and there she sat, still on edge; my book shut thanks to the shifted catilever. Then I mock drifted on my knuckles, came round at one lurch and then remembered as much as the dear silky cutesy heads of the 2 small students were pettable, the universal child head is a wellknown hotbed of activity of diverese mutant lice forms. So though I was naturally given to offer a shoulder or body part, I though - lice I do not think I like. So had to nudge her to serious issues of the uncaring world.

Postbox, Crime

Meant to blog a day earlier about that evening. how i needed to chuck garbage in shivaginagar but the closest substitute for a dustbin was a postbox. So i went ahead and put it in. But u see it turned out it was a Use-me bin. To be as cryptic as one can get now about the now: ce soir, iggy slinked out of an establishment-appointed heures de heureux at nothing less outrageous than the one admittedly respresentational architectural crime of the city, a trend that began somewhere with le grand kids kemp. btw - c'est la meme rue. aussi, the crime is right opposite the point of context. J'avais passe le soir moi-meme at 2 second hand book shops. Now catch me for the indiscretion.

Today by the spclar reflection in the front pane of this superimpsd on the rear pane at the end of the bus in front. They looked like they were leaning dangerously out. Turned out they were the were the relections of the front seaters of this; realized as we took the arc into bamboo bazaar. 125E's got a lady conductor and some men refuse to ask her whats+whichs preferring the final authority of the male driver.
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Liked the weekend, witnessed an engaged group attend to philosophy at Little Chef. Some things I heard thrown up were: Schrodinger's cat, calvin and hobbes, and the implications of deceptively immediate strips. Was advised to check out PVP cmcs. My piddling contribution was a recall of the strip Krazy Kat which i called Ignatz the Kat because it was dark and couldnt hear the senior waves says kkat. atleast mapped the triangular plot right. kat, natz and offica pup. The powerful undercurrents of the obtuse Krazy Kat series as promised.

(A part of)JP Scheme 1
From behind the eave of the felt that flatters the discrete turns of my face, i have the room to regard and consider her pleasure for me like an unseen spy. She has travelled further than I would ever care to do myself and wiser in the wide ways and revelations of continents undreamed, and now sits hands together before her, seducing with the breach of a smile that reveals her composed plot by the significant shadow of her nose. She has come some way in years but has held wilfully to the point of her context. She wants nothing but the value she missed being assigned by the people of any one place with time. I watch her porcelain veneer shine to deliberate effect by her appointed vantage by the window and think only of my complete brazen creoli who wasted no time. I hook my elbow. The angle flamboyant? I have until recently been Most Favored in the court of the Keng.
Orlando: my name.

Saketh Rajan, Naxalite, killed in Chikmagalur

Hard to see that how the police gunning of Saketh could be justified and as we see it, no one's offering an explanation. A Naxalite and a fine bangalorean, his removal was strategic above all. Not a word of defensive firing, not a hint of suspected presence of arms. Saketh took his BA(Journalism) from Maharaja's College, Mysore and his PG from IIMC, Delhi. He had also written what is arguably the best and certainly the most accessible books on the history of Karnataka: Making History. He masterminded the spread of the Naxalite movment to Malnad after a keen study of extant socio-economic conditions of plantation workers in the Kudremukh National Park area. The Governement had evicted and continues to evict tribals from Kudremukh National Park while giving not just right of way but an open license to MNCs and intl. drug houses. The Special Task Force had been deployed to cauterize the movement. Saketh was killed.

silly Blossoms didnt have Invisible cities. Nor LeGuin's Dispossessed ive been recommended. hell. WEll I went ahead and picled up woolf's Orlando. Saw only one guy at the sf stand and he was all sweaty and anxious,why? Noone else looked that way. Back to Orlando. I hope I get to do that blog entry response to din's names.
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Someone I'd never met but was scheduled to meet this month died Sunday morning in a bike accident on Sunday morning. Nirmal a.k.a JC son of a gun.

Bus series no. 330

The greatest advantage of bus travel is that it shakes the least - so that means u can write steadier and read too with less strain. Also if the bus's crammed, the urgency and desperation around creates a transcending moment about the 8th minute in, if you wait for it. Admittedly, this also comes from deceptive economies; u have the option of the rick but ur using the bus and this transcendence could be from the knowledge of savings. I'm not doing manual labour and i dont have no other option. I'm also relieved that so far havent attracted a charitable 'can I drop you somewhere?' in the airport rd bustop(will get the xact name nbext time) from their nifty 2w/4w chariots. Like 'can I save penurious u from the horror of bus, how relieved and thakful u should be u scruffy stinky hobo'. Nono. Shivaginagar rules! The opportunities to gawk, to wantonly brush past ppl of all kinds, buy kaddala (fiery red my fave), look out the window at the stupidity of losers slapping up on the shiny tarmac with chappals for the bus theyll never get. then running after another bus urelf cos the one appointed in beens cancelled. I tell u - a false paradise of action. paradise nonetheless.
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Also taken to watching bus drivers from close up. Most of them are sublime cool, but saw a lechy kind yesterday. looking up the girl ahead of me and then scratched his stomach at a signal. hey so what - lech all u want. Just not true bangalore man is all, babe.