Carnival

A long weekend passed. A relatively low key one but for today, as today was the visit to the grand carnival.



The mood was great, there were so many young people out on the streets enjoying themselves dancing away to great music everywhere. It was fun. However there was a immense dearth of guys, scantilly dressed guys to be precise, in the carnival parade. The women were all there, jumping up and down with their big breasts all over the place. Its a serious menace this with the London girls, they are just too fat, esp the black ones living on a staple diet of Burger King / McD / KFC.

We watched the parade for a while, and had beer and so-called Caribbean food (both ridiculously over-priced). I jumped around for a bit, until this great big realisation dawned on me that we are getting a bit old already for dancing around on samba beats all day, and that too amongst a sea of people (wherever you looked there were just hoards and hoards of people!). Still we stuck around for quite a while until we absorbed the atmosphere completely (my nose is clogged cos of that now) and then dragged our tired asses back to home sweet home.

My Friends

Laughed so hard last night that my jaws ached. After a long time.
It was great of Vish and Co to come surprise me at 1AM, literally all 4 of them jumping on my bed, with poor little me already fast asleep and just starting to dream sinister dreams.
I think we were in splits last year Dec at Shiz's place in Bombay, the night I arrived there, with all his jhatka-filled dancing on Aaja Nachle.
Brings back memories when I had been laughing madly with friends. It is really quite rare, so I think I can actually count a few occurances.
With my MBA friends in London last year (2 straight guys and me in a single bed :P) and laughing away basically at one of theirs' weird views on girls and marriage. Some of Anu's comments once in a while (can't pinpoint which was the last one, but he hs great timing sometimes). Manki's one-liners in Bangalore party, something about 'How homosexual!' .. lol.. he has super timing too.
Oh, laughing again just thinking about those things. Thank god for my friends! Love them.

The net

If there are one or more people on your friends list who make your world a better place just because they exist, and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the Internet, then post this same sentence in your blog.
:)

Truth - the way to go?

Lots going on as usual.
My friends asked me the reason behind the pessimism on the blog. Well I do write more in a pessimistic state of mind, and when I'm happy and excited I just sing and dance and don't write about it.

Had a detailed think-over about 'Truth' the other day.
Is Truth over-rated? As the comic book superhero said on Monday, sometimes people do not need the truth, they need hope.
Does that apply to our loved ones as well then? Is it sometimes better to lie (or hide the truth) rather than causing anguish and disturbance?
It probably boils down to the individual. We cannot change the world, we can just change ourselves. And hope that our actions produce the desired affect on the external world as well.
So if we do decide to take the plunge and bring about the desired change of speaking the truth ourselves, we know it will give us a definite feeling of satisfaction and freedom to breathe easy. But the very next moment, are we ready to face the reaction of the external world to it? The one we cannot control, and hence fear? Most of the times we know that that reaction is something we will not be able to handle. That reaction is going to cause us anguish, will bring us to our knees, will wipe away that momentary feeling of happiness and satisfaction. Mind you, it may or may not happen, but most of us do not dare to take that chance.
So where does this leave the idealist? The Devdas? Who doesn't accept the power of the almighty external world and move on to assimilate in it, who doesn't see the gray and only wants to see the black and white, who doesn't live a lie with fond memories of the truth. It leads him to cynicism or despair or both.
One silver line came about: One must be totally truthful to oneself and comfortable with it, and if that's the case, should not bother if one cannot be totally truthful to others around him. But what if, one is truthful to himself, but doesnt like the truth? It creates a conflict between what he ideally wants to be / want to do and what the actual truth is? Doesn't that cause disillusionment? Ideals don't exist anymore. Anything can happen in this world. There is nothing to trust if one cannot trust oneself.
Trust God? It is tough to have faith in God when you see that even His path is not giving the wisdom and calm to its followers that it should, at least not evidently. Does that not lead your mind astray to the extent that there is nothing in it but confusion, and an acute deadly desire to go numb? Sometimes it feels to makes little sense to look towards the Spiritual path, but I guess there is no other way to go.

Party!

Went to G.A.Y after ages yesterday and was reminded how much I love pop. The place is no great shakes but I usually like the crowd, and the music.

Now, off to Brighton for the Buzz.
Not sure if looking forward to it (as usual), its a cold damp morning after all. But a funny clip posted on facebook by S has just got me in the mood to party all day (and night!)
Last year's memories include the bright hot sunny day, the heart in the air made by a flying jet over the sea front, colourful feathered dancers (of course!), the huge bear gathering in the tents in the park (where Anu took his top off.. lol), all the couples dancing in another tent and finally the nudist beach... where we both.. err... took the plunge.
All this is hard to match, except for the feathered dancers who are def gonna be there, unless it pours!
And so here it goes... Party, party, party..tonight.