Saturday 21 April 2007

The Chronicles of The Fucking Woodpecker - 1

No.. am not stoned or drunk...and neither are you (hopefully)...you read the title right...its about a fucking woodpecker. Bugger turns up every morning to tak-tak-tak-tak-tak the hell out of me... the irritating sound it creates would make a cross between himesh reshammiya and marilyn manson seem innocuous...anyways i guess i oughta give you a better insight into the trauma i suffer every morning..

My bedroom is on the second floor of my house... and right opposite to my window is a tall tree of beautiful magnolia flowers... its spring time and the flowers are in full bloom, a great sight to look at the first thing in the morning... but my nocturnal instincts are stronger and i normally dont sleep before 4.30-5.00 am.. and just when my sleep is at its peak....it starts...tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak....

I moved here during the winters... and there was absolutely no scope to practise ornithology...but with the dawn of spring..the birds started flocking arnd in large groups...but its this one that stands out...the fucking woodpecker... there must be about 25 large trees in the same area... some larger than the one thats right next to my window.. but for some strange reason.. the fucker likes only this one. I guess its some weird perverse sadistic motive that the pecker choose this particular tree...doesnt even go elsewhere...and of all the possible spots on this 20 feet tall tree chose one that is bang next to my window..

The trauma has been so tremedous that after one drinking binge with mates..when i got back home...i couldnt sleep with the window open...fearing that the wood pecker would come in and sit and peck on my head instead!! Tired of all this i finally decided to defend my territory ... but then, there wasnt any offensive move from its side that was purely physical in natureand hence, i decided that i must retaliate in the same way...but then HOW THE FUCK DO YOU MENTALLY TORTURE A WOODPECKER?????????? any answers???

Tuesday 17 April 2007

Distress Call

Of all the things you have got to say,
There is always someone finding a way,
From half the world away,
You cant get the thoughts to sway,

And after all you cant complain,
Cos you took your last chance once again,
Sitting on the edge of the blade,
Thinking of what your dreams are made,
The faces and figures slowly fade,
Leaving behind a trail of ruby and jade,

The night suddenly seems so long,
No idea what is it that went wrong,
Skies are void of all the birds,
And so is your mind of all the words,

What looks like a really tough time,
Is a bit of rain a bit of sunshine,
You wont have it on you forever,
Cos when it was now or never,
To check you and your freefall,
God sent me to answer your distress call...