Nauseous and Shaking

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Nauseous and Shaking

There was a time when life used to be simple. There were these lists; friends, friend, best friend, friend’s friend, second best friend, enemy, enemy’s best friend, my friend who talks to the enemy; happy lists that kept changing, point being good or bad, you had real people. You slept daily and eleven thirty was really late night. You woke up with the sun even though you moaned and snuggled in bed for a few minutes. You were not aware of a lot of things but thoughts were clear and you never loved the grey rainy sky or the damp air around – life was sunny blue. Then one fine day, you grew up and your list of freedoms became a little too big. You could travel alone to any place you wanted, make friends with any one you wanted. Your life became friends and the clocks corrected to twenty four hour time. Keeping friends became you and you had all the time in the world for that. The lists of friends kept growing and the lists made sense no more, everyone was a friend and all were here to stay.

Life comes at you at neck-breaking speeds and you realize how unaware you are. There comes a time ; and it comes again and again, when you feel the world and all that’s in it conspires to prove you wrong. You become unsure of yourself and assumes your life is a mess. At this point in weakness, your skin becomes thin and every criticism gives you some burns; maybe for the first time you ask your friends for loyalty. Loyalty is a very dangerous word indeed, it is in our best interests to reserve that for the canine kind and not for men. We are but people put by chance in pathetic huddles, with names that do not mean a thing and faces that keep changing. In such crude transitory huddles, the last thing one should search for is loyalty. And at the verge of your self doubt, the lists come back and you are your only judge of people, the blacklist of friends grows as big as the misunderstandings between us and after that as big the our over inflated egos and feelings of self importance.

You have a list of people lined up by your judgement, the list is so big that no one person is irreplaceable. When you cut off a name, you rely on another name. Then one day your puny wit assumes the latter as well is phony. One of these days, the list is not eight mile long anymore, there isn’t anyone left. I have a job that pays well, I have a car that drives well and I do not need people. You have all the freedom in the world to keep yourself unhappy, you have cut off all your friends and there is no baggage from the past. These days you are in the comfort of strangers. You become the cat who cannot stand friendship or love because you’ve been burnt before, you become the cat that survives on admiration. Everything is fake, every smile, every interaction, every single thing is fake and everyone knows that, these pathetic huddles. You like to surprise people and that is your way of getting back at the world which you perceive is phony; and still you crave for admiration from the same phony world. You get a kick when someone hurts you, when another person proves he is phony, and you anxiously wonder why someone is taking time to let you down. There you are, at the verge of the abyss.

Life moves very fast ahead, taking you with it if you are lucky enough. You do not spend a moment to check back on where you started from or who all you met on the way, rather you prefer not to live in the past but in the present and it is of course a good thing to do. When you grip a name, you try real hard to place a face. When you have a face, you feel terrible that you don’t remember those good times you had together – the ones you then thought you’d never forget. You have moved forward in life, but you can’t collect your thoughts anymore. Memory is cluttered, vague, the brain cells are dying. You don’t think anymore, you just live – with false perspectives, without anything to rely on and you call that independence; and then bleed. You thrive on not answering calls and then feeling bad about why no one calls you, defining islands for yourself and believing that super-conscious people do not need sleep. All you want is to be the ancient villager who breathed fresh air, ate sensible food and slept during the night; all you want is to collect your thoughts. At the height of externally induced sleeplessness, you finally cut yourself off from everything, every inch of you is awake, you see things clearly without emotion, without exaggeration you feel extra-terrestrial, you think its super consciousness, you smell like nicotine, feel you are Kurt Cobain. Perhaps the only thing you want is to be that ancient villager who after a good night’s sleep and a nice breakfast is off to the paddy field, while the birds of morning sing. His happy dog following him to the paddy field -with all the loyalty only a dog can give, with all the patience which only a paddy field can give.

By | 2007-02-28T02:57:00-05:00 February 28th, 2007|Hmm|15 Comments


  1. alex February 28, 2007 at 4:21 am

    “with names that do not mean a thing and faces that keep changing.”


    “Everything is fake, every smile, every interaction, every single thing is fake and everyone knows that, these pathetic huddles.”

    Only one can tell that about oneself.


    Those times when you feel like Kurt, give a shot at singing. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  2. alakananda February 28, 2007 at 4:39 am

    whew! that was something. i always wonder, as we grow older does it become more difficult to make friends like it was when we were younger? or even to maintain friends? we are all too comfortable set into our own,selfish, rotten ruts for good or bad and them blame others for not wanting to be our friends. there was a time when all one wanted was to get out of the familiar places, see the world, explore. and then comes the time when all we need is “to be that ancient villager”. kannullappol kazhchayude gunam ariyillallo. FYI am going thru this similar phase myself, having sort of barricaded myself inside some invisible barrier. and the sad thing is that i sometimes feel i don’t care enough to break free… the mind turns into a desert…

  3. anish February 28, 2007 at 6:26 am

    great! that was great. i am serious these wud be the best lyrics ever for a rap song. fantastic writing man! have u seen ‘waking life’? sometimes it stretches a bit but still quite interesting. and ‘before sunset / sunrise’?

  4. Neihal February 28, 2007 at 6:59 am

    where does it stop BVN?
    The lists, the fake and phony ppl, the fake and phony us!
    One of these days you might become a follower of art of living ๐Ÿ˜‰
    Kurt Cobain!
    you singing ?

  5. b v n February 28, 2007 at 7:33 am

    Alex, Kurt Cobain, said this abt others a few times, i’m generous enough to include me ๐Ÿ™‚

    Alakananda, “having sort of barricaded myself inside some invisible barrier. and the sad thing is that i sometimes feel i don’t care enough to break free…” thats it ! imagine doing that with a crowd around.

    Anish, i know you liked the nicotine bit :))…RAP ? oh the sound of it !!

    Neihal, as yu know, KC ended up committing suicide. funny that you mentioned ‘art of living’, just yesterday i was wondering what goes inside the mind of a person who puts two “Shri” s infront of his name. i don’t know :))

  6. Scribbles February 28, 2007 at 3:21 pm

    that was a great post.. one which i hit the points… Gosh..its so true… now, When I gotta shift to a new place I d rather prefer people who are strangers and dont become too close…Earlier I needed frens…A job, cash and a car did bring about lots of change which at times leaves me hollow and lonely.

  7. starry nights February 28, 2007 at 7:31 pm

    I think everything in life changes.some for the better and some not.I think its important how we see and accept these changes.

  8. Jiby March 1, 2007 at 5:42 am

    i felt like u were writing abt my life too…a very beautifully written post…i dont want to write a longer comment…coz i’d like to keep those feelings that come to mind reading this post, to my own self.

  9. mathew March 2, 2007 at 8:16 pm

    excellent u said all turns out to be fake..that is what makes me the movie Fight Club if you havent..

  10. -: :Abhi: :- March 4, 2007 at 7:53 pm

    well…wat do i say!!…Evry bit is true!!…The fakeness around u…Its really sad part…n xpecting “loyalty”..hardly ny1 knws wat tht means thse days…Most of em around are opportunists..their wrk..their thoughts…their ways…:) keep rolling…

  11. anish March 6, 2007 at 4:12 am

    bvn, man this is really seriously fantastic stuff. i liked the flow and the meaning and the tone. and the nicotine of course.
    but we have to bump off some people- some really unbearable characters. but you are right, the mean person within always tries to judge and measure up even good friends.
    life goes on any way. and the moments are to be enjoyed one at a time ๐Ÿ™‚

  12. V N March 6, 2007 at 5:38 pm

    I think I see exactly what u mean. Well.. growing up was the worst part of the process, now that I come to think of it… huh..

  13. b v n March 6, 2007 at 10:43 pm

    Scribbles, hollow, lonely with a crowd around ๐Ÿ™‚

    Lalitha, you are the peacemaker ๐Ÿ™‚

    Jiby, ๐Ÿ™‚

    mathew, i guess its more or less we identifying with the fakeness around.

    Abhi, great, including me “Most of em around are opportunists..their wrk..their thoughts…their ways” packaged in tag lines like “its my life”, “independence”,”live and let live” ๐Ÿ™‚

    Anish, there are some things,only some ppl will understand.thanks for that.and i’ll go with this “life goes on any way. and the moments are to be enjoyed one at a time”

    Nair, welcome welcome ๐Ÿ™‚

  14. Ash March 8, 2007 at 4:21 am

    Just dropping in to say Hi!
    Where are you ??

  15. pophabhi March 16, 2007 at 3:53 am

    You just described a human mind evolution. Its the turmoil. Its the wrath that follows. I was wondering about the title nauseous and shaking. Well, it is!!

    You cant capture the stupidity named life, better.

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