Yay For Me!

Awarded By: JK

Awarded By: JK

I received this award via e-mail from  JK. (I have no idea what Primitive  Excellence Means)I’ve decided to let the e-mail speak for itself!

P.S: Am not gonna cry (Sniff Sniff!!!)

From: Jeremiah Kingsley <starcrossedvoyager@rediffmail.com>
Date: Fri, Mar 27, 2009 at 11:42 PM
Subject: My Award
To: archanajoyce@gmail.com

Read ur blog and can relate to it more than anyone else.
Maybe not more than Jusy would’ve,but just the same.
Awarding u is to thank u for never letting go. U kept the past alive. U show that in the blog as well.
Maybe U’ll put this up on your blog.
Will call u Sanuye – ALWAYS.
LOL! (Don’t hate on it,it’s a gorgeous name)
Also, Thanks for teaching me that being angry with someone doesn’t mean you hate em.

-JK
The things that come to those who wait are may be the things left by those who got there first!

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Sanuye

Sanuye...

Sanuye...

Sunday evening, 4.30 pm. We were gathered around the table drinking hot tea . My phone croons for my attention and I answer it with a touch of annoyance.  “Yes” typical answer for an unknown number.

“Sanuye”

There is suddenly less oxygen in the room.

‘JK’ , I can barely get the words out.

‘I need to see you’ says the voice. Clear, warm, I know every note. Haven’t heard it in 4 years, Have I?

‘I’m in town for a few days, I need to see you’

I barely manage to provide the information needed and settle down to wait.

JK, my best friend since… forever. He pulled a disappearing act on us 5 years ago. That was a difficult time for all of us, we’d just lost a friend to cancer and trying to cope. Days felt empty, pointless.. Some of us in denial, some of us mourning, some of us moving on… Me in zero gravity.

JK stopped coming to school, we called / visited him and he refused to meet us. They moved away and we eventually lost touch. He was the shy one, we protected him from bullies, adolescence, his demons… and just like that, he was gone.

The Skoda was freezing, like the block of ice in my chest. I was angry, murderous actually. Sliding into the passenger seat I seethed “Should I put my seat belt on lest you pull your disappearing act again?”

The sunglasses came off… Tommy Hilfiger, I noted, as was the watch. He fixed me with a look that was so unlike our shy little JK. Eyes of a man hardened with pain. His hand worked the gear shift with ease, I thought of the days we tried to get him up on a bicycle, almost caught myself smiling.

The wind whipped through my hair, teasing my earrings, soft, caressing and insistent against my skin. He still hadn’t spoken a word. And I sat in frigid silence with the man who once left a gaping hole in our lives, pondering the ambiguity of relationships.

“Sanuye, will you forgive me?”

“You still call me that”

“I never knew you as anything else”

“I see”

“I had to go, I had to find myself, I was embarrassed, I just-“

“Bullshit”

“I’m gay”

“And?”

“That’s it… How could I tell you guys?”

“You wouldn’t have told us something we didn’t suspect”

As we sat there, me wiggling my toes in the sand, him looking out into the ocean…. Wanted to reach out and say “We knew it you idiot…You should’ve trusted us”, wanted to hurt him as much as he’d hurt us, to slap some sense into his head.

He chose to lay his head upon my shoulder, like always… He pointed to the red clouds as the sun set… ‘Sanuye’ and smiled.

I thawed…

“Unfortunately, Archana”

Image Courtesy: sodahead.com

Image Courtesy: sodahead.com

Hey! This Meme is perfect… It’s short and fun!

Here’s how to play… just search the internet for the phrase “unfortunately, _______” but put your first name in the blank (be sure to enclose it all in quotation marks). The resultant phrases are hilarious if you have a slightly twisted sense of humor and an appreciation for random absurdity.

Unfortunately Archana’s book is notable for a series of omissions that damage the argument she wishes to present

Oh well… “Men are driven by more than just testosterone and alcohol”. The series of omissions were the result of several bad dates and ‘mother of all’ hangovers. I have since resigned to let my argument be…

Unfortunately, Archana, Arun’s girlfriend, poses a barrier to any sort of relationship past friendship as she is super hot and super intelligent.

Ha Ha Ha! (Straight face) You flatter me! Gentlemen, I have no idea who Arun is ;)

Unfortunately, Archana is also blessed with a bad mouth, unlike Selvam, who is a thoughtful and sensitive guy

Huh? Who the @#$% is Selvam? Oh! I see what you mean… Screw you!!

Now I pass this on to… Hmmm … Let’s see:

Apar

Aaarti

Vimuuu

Nikhil

Padre

Vinod

Hope Y’all LYAO  too!

Cheers!

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On Stalkers…

Stalker: someone who prowls or sneaks about; usually with unlawful intentions 

In English that translates into: Pain in the ass, bee in the Brain, spider on your shirt…

A lot of friends have told me that I’m exaggerating… I believe her exact words were: Over exaggerating (WDF?!)

I beg to differ… Mr.A H, as is the name stored on my phone (but in the full form) is a fully mutated form of the vilest species to call this planet home…

Day 1:

Imagine you are curled up in bed, the rickety AC’s serenading in a flat monotone, the sheet is tucked just beneath your chin and Hugh Jackman is just about to say something in your ear… When the phone rings elbowing it’s way through your near prefect dream…

Me: yeah

AH: Archana… My name in #$@% and I want to be your friend deeyar

Me: click

 Harsh and insistent like a colicky child. In time, you learn to ignore it.

Day 8:

52 Missed Calls and 44 Messages…

Day 12:

SMS1: Dear I’m waiting under your house. Please come a meet me.

ROFL WDF LMAO WDH HOLY SSSSS LOL!!!!

This charade goes on for days, in time it morphs to threats, saying “I will suicide and write to the police that it is because of you”

Besides getting annoyingly close to my family and me, he is also a genuine health hazard.

Read his texts and you will be overcome with violent retchinosis . His parents say he is on medication, his doc thinks he is obsessive compulsive, his friends say he’s heading to doom lest we play along.

Why in holy hell would I want to? Why does the world expect more from me when I’m the victim?

Note to Stalker: If you can’t stop popping pills, check into rehab, It’s the ‘in’ thing these days… don’t play Silas with me. I don’t know you and I don’t owe you. I probably would’ve taken a bullet for you even if you were a stranger, but, you remind me of the time I got that pink gum ( Boomer)stuck in my hair.

Besides, you tried to steal a bag of vegetables from an unsuspecting old lady. I understand you mistook her for my grandmother and were trying to win her over, but man you should’ve let go when she tried to pelt potatoes on you.  

You harass old women, stalk younger women, you have no respect for people’s privacy, you pay no heed to someone’s emotions, you have strange people calling me from around the country asking me to patronize you and threaten to rape/kidnap/murder me if I do not fall head over heels in love with you.

I feel sorry for you coz you got issues, but to hell with all those cuckoos who want me to help a ‘poor lost soul’.

 Yes, I’m mean, I’m a bitch, but honey, I ain’t Oprah.

Jay – Ho Jackass!

 

Friday Morning, I had to be @ work by 5am. I chose to ride over to the office. Didn’t realize it was as cold as a witch’s… I arrived just short of a frozen popsicle, got locked in the basement parking lot, climbed 3 flights of stairs (each floor’s exit door being locked), managed to spook myself silly, called building security who spoke no English/tamil/hindi/malyalam, discovered a couple making out, doubled back to shamelessly ask how they got there and walked up two more flights of stairs to find an open service door and took the elevator to my office in the second floor.

 I needed something to lift my spirits. Then I remembered that I was damned for all eternity coz I’d ignored reading Big G’s blog. It’s never too late to salvage your soul. So I logged on with a prayer and a promise.

 “What are you reading? Can I indulge?” The sneaky ferret, I let out a list of choice expletives in my mind and jumped around. “I didn’t realize I was under surveillance”

“C’mon yaar, what are you reading? By the way I am Jayanth. You can call me Jay ok please?”

“Erm. Jay…It’s a friend’s blog; would you like the link so you can read it on YOUR system?”

“No I shall just look in your SYSTEM”. So much for Word Stress 101.  He waddles, the way only a 5 foot tube of wasabi could waddle.

Pulling up a chair, he settles in. My chair rolls a couple of feet away. After his chivalrous display of valor and values (booger hunt, wipe-hands-on-pant-after-snot-picking, itch that needs scratched…brb I can feel the bile rising), I’m a good 8 feet away.

Half a minute later he-it speaks…“You see Miss.Joyeee,”

“Errr… Joyce is my middle name…”

“Sorry, Miss. Archana” (me rolling eyes) “Boys these days are multi talented but choose to waste time, in front of computer, writing meaningless words hoping to attract innocent women… like preying you know? Tsk Tsk”

I turn around and look the screen, back at the prosimian…  “U didn’t scroll” I mutter to myself

“Huh?”

“Those were the tags…”

“Tags bags…Whatever they are, you better bewared! By the way today is my last working day here”

“You don’t say…” Guess the marathon worked after all… Jay – Ho Jackass!

My Tabard

Courtesy:Deviantart

Courtesy:Deviantart

Just Twilights and dusks cutting through the perennial night.

My Tabard is empty.

People all around: Laughing, crying, whining..

Swapping promiscuous encounters, tales of regret, singing swan songs stepping over bones in the dust…

My Tabard is empty.

The window complains… Leaning out I see the serpentine road in the moonlight – mocking, jeering

2 in the place of 29.

figure of eight – reef – hitch – figure of eight… Hurry