Bush rolls in yet again: Help or infiltration?

The trucks have started rolling in, the choppers are flying overhead, and the ubiquitous Americans, who are in the process of getting permanent citizenship in Afghanistan, Iraq and the entire middle-east because they love the place so much and just don't wanna leave, are getting ready for another round of adrenaline packed action. No no, it's not another military invasion, although looking at Bush's fetish for sticking his nose in other country's affairs, it would seem plausible.

NATO, which is the acronym for "The empire of the United States" has offered it's services to Pakistan in wake of the south-east Asia earthquake. This has rattled quite a few people in Pakistan, who say that it could compromise their national security. They can be forgiven to think so; even American columnist Molly Evans wrote a bit about America using the tsunami disaster to its military advantage. Augh.

I’ve just reached the office and it was freezing riding a bike in the dead of the night. Makes you wonder what the quake victims, who are without even a shred of shelter in frozen POK, are going through.
Guess it’s better to take the risk of compromising security than compromising the lives of so many innocent victims.
Let’s pray for them. And oh, also pray that "god" does not communicate with Bush in the future to ask him to bomb other people’s backyards, kitchen and living room.Amen

Tales from midnight your momma never told you about

ZZZZZZZZ.......snore....Bump..Thud...(ME)-ouch...what..who..huh....oh..Man, i really gotta learn how to snooze off without falling off the friggin chair every half an hour...#$%^*&##@.....o well, back to business... Yawnnn..mumble ..mumble...ZZZZZZZ.....
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(SHE)-hey, wake up, hehe..you're time's up..it's daybreak..you were sleeping again, weren't you? hehe..
wake up...
(Shake..shake)

....(ME)-huh..who, what,,where...help..halp..mommy....oh, it's you..haw..haw..i must have dosed off for a few minutes..very unlike me.
hmm,, must be working too hard..

(HER) What's that bump on your head?

(ME) O this,,ummmmm.. i rescued a lady last night from some roadside lotharios..got it while fighting them..

(HER)-O...Wow...you know, it almost looks like you got it from falling off the chair and bumping your head on the cement floor..well, anyway, your very brave.

(ME)-Aw, sucks..i always do these things. i really don't consider myself as brave. Any sincere,,gentleman would do the same thing.. ..Is my shift over??

(HER)-Yes Mr. Dependable..you can go home and....well,,sleep, i guess

(ME)-Well, another night another dollar..er..rupee. Gotta go. see ya

Just another typical night at the GRAVEYARD SHIFT.

Uneasy serenity: O to be Picasso for just a single day…….

As I sat there staring the computer with no work in hand, the noise from every corner bounced off the contours of my outer ear ridges, deflecting off the curves and transported into the inner drums where they reverberate to be perceived as meaningless, inconsequential sounds. The constant din made the room extremely quiet. I was left to my own brooding devices.

And I drearily looked up to discover the painting of a forest with a serene lake right in front of my eyes (by a Asher B Durand). There is something shoothing to the eyes hanging around in the office after all, besides the hot babe in one of the Bureau, of course. Paintings never cease to amaze me.

A painting always brings a sense of awe as I wonder what the artiste feels when he is in the midst of his work. What inspires him, what prompts him and what kind of emotions he goes through in the process.
And i wondered what would come out if i could put all my emotions on a canvas-channeling my feelings onto the tip of a brush. Would it turn out as elegantly expressive as a da vinci, as gloomy as a van gogh, or as abstract as a Picasso- would it be a masterpiece ?

I can't paint, so let me try to express in abstract words the moody, frustrated inexplicable emotions that envelops my thoughts as i try to envision them being represented as Oil on Canvas, although the 'Tempera' technique always gets my vote.

It could turn out quite scary, to be honest, because (let me begin) this whole world, viewed under the gaze of a psychedelic temperance makes it look like the oeuvre of an abstract artist's impression of deep voodoo-smeared ritualistic landscape.

Heavens look darker, shapes are more distorted, lives and lines are blurred; the only entity that maintains its form and focus is the vision that remains in the inner recess of the consciousness.

And as i cringe at one corner feeling that- paraphrasing Gabriel Marcia Marquez- time goes in circles, I think i almost know how Vincent Van Gogh felt when he painted his portraits, when he cut his own ears and eventually died with no one who understood him; although the diagnosis I can come to of my own state of affairs is still not as serious as to be considered as manic depression -i'm just having a bad day.

What i want to incorporate on my canvas- A mosaic of hues and colours interwoven and mixed that beguiles the vision - spread over the canvas-floor and circling each other, one on top of another, each on the side of the other, to give a stirred porridge look that circles in to a point in the centre where a hallow glow emanates.

Dead vegetation, rotting in the humid and damp floor of the forest where no light ever reaches. The stuffy air with the decaying smell of putrid fruits making it a torment to take every breath to fill one's lungs with what little breathable air is left in this swampy realm....Hold on, i think i'm drifting off into images of a mixture of Garcia's imaginary Macondo and Edgar Rice's Jungles of dark Africa.

I'd better stop. I've just realised there's no originality in this world anymore, even while trying to emote our very own conciousness. O to be Picasso for just a single day. What i would give....