The Play

In the Mind of a Mad Man

In the mind of a mad man there's happiness
A box of alcohol flavored chocolates
Little bitter, slightly heady
Tad bit giddy, slow to anger
See rainbows on a rainless day
Kaleidoscopic images montaging through the pupils.

In the mind of a mad man there's sorrow
Reek of rum and whiskey
Little old, slightly crippled
Cry, in fear and sadness
See colours of black and white
Dark weather and pouring rain bringing the thunder.

In the mind of a mad man, there's the Mad Hatter
A cup of tea, and the red checkered tablecloth
The Queen sits by his side
Screaming curses while sprinkling magic potion
On the frog, on the cat, on the flower
And lo, came the prince, princess and a chariot.

In the mind of a mad man, there's madness
A dash of fantasy
An overdose of melodrama
An overdone wonderland
Welcome.

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You never know what's hit you, until the calm comes. After the storm there's the calm. It's has been stormy the past few weeks. Difficult choices were made. Things break but we survive.

I think that's what makes us different from the clay pot which can be smashed to smithereens if one wants it. Life is a potter who constantly turns the wheel, shaping the clay. After the clay is moulded into a pot, it finds a use. Time wears it until the day it breaks. Yet, the potter picks up more clay and starts turning the wheel to make another pot. It's strange. It's a vicious and constant cycle. We love, we hate, we cry, we laugh...and then we think, and then the calm.

Tidbits II

Good times don't last too long.

































To the Democracy that fails, on and on.





































Sundari is happier than us. Good for her.

Tidbits

Of Men and their Madness

They tell one thing, concealing some more. They quote a line from the sweet poem, while subtly weighing meaning from a porn show. They make a mountain out of a molehill. They'd rather act than think because its macho. They'd die and kill for the one they love. Burst into an angry dance, swashbuckling fists in a duel for their sweethearts. Emotional highs and depressive maniacs, elastic-band theory often applies too. Beer guzzlers, living it up to their 'Barrel' nicknames. Tantrum throwers with the morning hangover. Now I've been told that they're from a different planet altogether, which makes sense.

My funny valentine, my psychotic stalker, my mysterious man, my silly Chippendale-wannabe stripper, my innocent lover, my jealous devil, my hopeless assistant in the kitchen, my randy dandy - there might be more, but all in all you are mad, mad, mad, madder than the Mad Hatter. Yet, I cannot do without your madness, you make me mad too. We're often caught in a web of 'your' madness.

You're strange, you're an unformed creation, you're an angel, you're made of clay, you're full of airs, you're sexy, you're a child, you're foolish, you're wise, you're naughty, you're pure.

All these reasons and more why I hate and I love you.

This is not a Love Story

I heard this one from the Soundtrack of (500) Days of Summer. My first thought, "how delightful". Now that my curiosity has been nudged this film should be on my watchlist.

This is a story of boy meets girl.

The boy, Tom Hanson of Margate, New Jersey,
grew up believing that he'd never truly be happy
until the day he met "the one."
This belief stemmed from early exposure to sad British pop music
and a total misreading of the movie 'The Graduate'.

The girl, Summer Finn of Chennicok, Michigan,
did not share this belief.
Since the disintegration of her parents' marriage,
she'd only loved two things;
The first was her long, dark hair.
The second was how easily she could cut it off,
and feel nothing.

Tom meets Summer on January eighth.
He knows, almost immediately, she is who he's been searching for.

This is a story of boy meets girl,
but you should know upfront...
This is not a love story.

Wire to Wire - Razorlight

When a song starts making so much sense...

What is love but the strangest of feelings?
A sin you swallow for the rest of your life?
You've been looking for someone to believe in
To love you until your eyes run dry

She lives by disillusion's glow
We go where the wild blood flows
On our bodies we share the same scar
Love me, wherever you are

How do you love with a fate full of rust?
How do you turn what the savage tame?
You've been looking for someone you can trust
To love you, again and again

How do you love in a house without feelings?
How do you turn what the savage tame?
I've been looking for someone to believe in
Love me, again and again

She lives by disillusion's glow
We go where the wild blood flows
On our bodies we share the same scar

How do you love on a night without feelings?
She says, love, I hear sound, I see fury
She says, love's not a hostile condition
Love me, wherever you are

Love me, wherever you are
Love me, wherever you are
Wherever you are