Random Essays

[killua]

Hi,

I sometimes write random essays, and here's one written rather sarcastically.





A serial killer (someone who can successfully kill a TV show)


Profile not, nor be profiled. So when asked about a plan for exploring NYC “what are we doing today” asked MSP ‘er something’ I said. brushing aside his usual unfounded baseless allegations which in this case was ‘you have lived in nyc for over 1 yr’, there wasn’t even a need to correct his misconception of NY to the neighboring state CT, displaying moral mettle, I led him to the Hoboken ferry, stopping briefly at a park to please his bovine feelings which he would try to sell as gentlemanly.

So as we continue on our aimless wanderings, after parking the beautiful german chariot, the gentle giant, the humble beast, the wolf in sheep’s clothing, we walk down this time in search of an aim/plan to the bookstore, as MSP is most often seen doing, when in doubt get to the lib (it was I who suggested the bookstore as an alternate), if something cannot be found on print, or on a map, you’d rather throw dirt on his face, such an offense he’d take it as, since books are obliged to provide a solution to any problem. I suppose while the people who would’ve written these very books aren’t obliged to.

We take this ferry in to the unknown (true to my plan for not having one, we only found it when we got past the bookstore)

The ride across the river is a pleasant one, although we couldn’t find a ferry to the statue of liberty. It’s not that we were lost, we were simply clueless & didn’t bother to think beyond what the sight could see (speaking for myself atleast)

Across the boarder (you’d be disappointed if you were expecting da amigo! type of a scene) in midtown Manhattan, finding our bearing we headed towards the sun or was it the building(s), either way we couldn’t get away from both.

Briefly allured by the helicopter rides across NYC & swiftly dismissed (shrugged away) as rich man’s 5 min attraction. Whatever happened to the expression ‘take your time’ (now that I think about it, perhaps it’s just I who even uses it in the office, since the other is a Sr. Technical manager high up in the pyramid) can we get away from the production line efficiency. Soo, taking our time (we had a hard stop at 5pm) we strolled on the structured, bicycle & jogging lane ignoring the stares of the roller bladders & runners who’dve preferred that we, unlike the FOBs that we were, would walk on the designated walking track! (talk about structures everywhere)

Our promenade/ sampo got us to different piers, an indoor driving range, & other floating restaurants (all the while hearing MSP talk about the lack of distribution of the world’s greatest candy bar MARS in the U.S). Later we left the city since we couldn’t get a quick access to the long expensive, complete cruises which would have taken about 5 hrs to go around the whole tiny city. Can’t they do anything quickly in this day & age of microwave & instant dissolve/absorption!

[crazy]

whats MSP?

[crazy]

whats MSP?

[killua]

whats MSP?

Name of my friend (the other character of the story)

[crazy]

oh seri !

Good Job, keep writing

[killua]

oh seri !

Good Job, keep writing

Thank you very much.

[P_R]

A calculated assassination (character assassination) of an obviously erudite, dignified and interesting companion. Thankfully the vocabulary and references are sufficiently personal and closed-loop for public reaction to be anything more than

The complete absence of "events" in your account helps. Kind of like French New Wave eh ? Life's isn't about events is it ? It is about life. So what if we don't know fashion photography happens in the stinkiest neighborhoods of Manhattan near the Turkish quarter. As Robin Williams would say: "Bekauz vee aar de Frrenchch !"

The day in the life of lifelessness, would be a rather gloomy title. Not on a day when one discovers that one can have cricket companions by the name Osama ! Enjoyed the unintended "boarder" puns , amigo racist humour and many more. Should thank the Almightly for your gifts of storytelling that appeals to select audience !

As always someone said it better than I can ever hope to:

"There is no such thing as the leg of the literary public, Sir. So, the question of pulling it does not arise"
- G.V.Desani (All about H.Hatterr)

Inspired by the amigo one and the title pun, I am tempted to crack a communal pun (kinda debut here, just made up). When a pizza loving signor, with the gift of gab, passed away, his followers placed a slice of pizza on the chappie before lowering him into the pit. They said loudly in unison: "piece be upon him". The Hindian muttered though.

Bonus points if you catch the second pun !

[crazy]

:P

[killua]

A calculated assassination (character assassination) of an obviously erudite, dignified and interesting companion. Thankfully the vocabulary and references are sufficiently personal and closed-loop for public reaction to be anything more than

The complete absence of "events" in your account helps. Kind of like French New Wave eh ? Life's isn't about events is it ? It is about life. So what if we don't know fashion photography happens in the stinkiest neighborhoods of Manhattan near the Turkish quarter. As Robin Williams would say: "Bekauz vee aar de Frrenchch !"

The day in the life of lifelessness, would be a rather gloomy title. Not on a day when one discovers that one can have cricket companions by the name Osama ! Enjoyed the unintended "boarder" puns , amigo racist humour and many more. Should thank the Almightly for your gifts of storytelling that appeals to select audience !

As always someone said it better than I can ever hope to:

"There is no such thing as the leg of the literary public, Sir. So, the question of pulling it does not arise"
- G.V.Desani (All about H.Hatterr)

Inspired by the amigo one and the title pun, I am tempted to crack a communal pun (kinda debut here, just made up). When a pizza loving signor, with the gift of gab, passed away, his followers placed a slice of pizza on the chappie before lowering him into the pit. They said loudly in unison: "piece be upon him". The Hindian muttered though.

Bonus points if you catch the second pun !

For whatever it’s worth, it’s either well written or not.
Besides minor details as erudite characterization escapes the mind*.

*Once time has been passed pleasurably & synthesized & experienced, remnants are quite unnecessary or so Wilde could remark


Dear Mr. Prabhu Ram,

Thank you for reading my essay, however I don’t quite see the need for the amount of bile being spilt over a fictional piece of writing [R u Jack’s bile ducts???]

A Samurai can go to war with a Peasant!

As for allegory, I am reminded of the instance when Faulker said “He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary” to which Hemmingway replied “Poor Faulker, Does he really think big emotions come from big words”
I am sure the extension need not be spelled out.

So a critique’s interpretation (mis in this case) of the art (if we tweak the definition a bit) is but a reflection of himself………….

If you were given to reading quality books despite their obvious popularity (like another misconception “all good writer are dead”) , a HP fan could say, the badger was rather off the mark, for any amount of clubbing (even in nyc) can miss, if the perception itself is off the mark.

I must admit that your generous ‘muttering’ is brilliant, the way stale dough cheesy puns were peppered on the crust of your reply & then delivered from cradle to grave in a remarkable fashion. I would have tipped my hat as a gentlemanly gesture if I wore one. Surely you can deign to excuse the ‘border’ line puns for being unintentionally half baked.

[Roshan]

Killua

Expecting more