Sunday, May 26, 2013

Krakus, the voice

I have a bone to pick up
with a grimly voice
that appears to have shacked up
one floor above
my nebula oblongata 

It refuses to budge, it refuses to leave
like a visitor habitual of
over-welcoming his stay.

Poking its sneaky nose
into my innocent pursuits
of a goodnight's sleep
or an unsolicited trip
to the rest room

Clouding my brain with its
unceremonious observations.
Slamming upon me
the most misfitted joke of the day,
expecting me to listen
what the bugger has to offer-
A shitty rejoinder on an unrelated topic
or a retort to something that was purposely forgotten.

Ranging anything from boobs
to bohemian rhapsody-
reducing my attention span
to the size of a frog's fetus.

It leaves me tired and it leaves me jaded
the voice that stings
and the voice that murders
my prospects of living 
right there, in the moment
and my ability to do things
whenever, wherever.

The worst is reserved for 
the intimate moments in bed
Just when im beginning to take off
a ride into sexual escapades
It jutts its fat ass into my mildly
inebriated brain
Like a cop harrowing a driver midnight
for not wearing a seat belt.

if only it was this easy to shame me
into stuff, i smirk
"you may save your morality for the women
you see on T.V", i quibble

The threatening, however, means nothing 
more than a plea
The voice only grows fiercely
Talking back, is not helping my 
case i realize.
Emptying bullets into my brain
is not really a choice at hand

So my plan is to write
till there is no more left to say
about Krauakus, the voice
and its nefarious ways.
And wait patiently for its arrest
in the court of justice
which would either bring upon me-
a lifetime of peace
or a lifelong term in a mental institution

Sunday, May 12, 2013

How a show about death made me think about life

I am not going to eulogize how good Six feet Under is. Most episodes are gloomy and inject you with misanthropic tendencies. Most characters convince you to see a shrink, because frankly you can't tell if they are real or Alan Ball's cerebrally charged lifetime achievements that have had a whole lot of influence on you.

I just finished watching the episode which begins with Nate's family mourning over his death. I hate to admit, that it got me welled up. Obviously, the show is all about coping with the death of your dear ones because death, in Nate Fischer's words, is an inevitable part of life and life has its own ways of teaching us how to deal with it-by parting us with our loved ones, but that's not the end of it. The show portrays death as uncomfortable reality that ranges from being profoundly reflective to profoundly repulsive.

I was left frightened by the thought of how death is constantly hovering on us like a swarm of unfed bees. You can't tell  when and where you will be stung, but death is almost all the time after you. In your bathtub, on the street, in your car, in the beauty salon. Your encounter with death might be a blink away. In such a scenario, can you really afford to be gripped by the fear of death and allow it to hold you from taking a hot shower, driving your car, fixing a session in the salon. Why be afraid of something that would eventually be nothing more than a bittersweet nostalgia for the people you've left behind. 

There is an episode in which a lady chokes over her breakfast and dies in complete isolation of her home. Her body is detected by her neighbours, weeks after it rots and stinks. The fischer family, who arrange a funeral for her are unable to comprehend how a person can fade off without having anyone to pay a tribute to her. Ruth Fischer is never seen more unsettled over a funeral. she goes all kooky in arranging a funeral for a total stranger the way she would for her own son or daughter. There are more such profound instances which make you realize the tacit nature of grief that unites strangers and .brings you closer to your covert humanity 

I always believed it's impossible to keep up the raciness of the plot when you're devoted to finer details in your direction and cinematography. The show proved me wrong. The opening sequence is both surreal and meditative in its description of death much like everything else in it.