[rant]

From Sunset to Sunset.

The clime was wet, dark and mysterious;
I had a skimpy dinner of eggs and yoghurt,
Surprisingly content, even full, I trudged
to Cypher's room, relaxed, without effort.
I had whiled away the sultry afternoon
on a Forest Whitaker thriller, 'Phone Booth',
in Anirudh's Hall 6 room, munching chips
with abandon; though, with an eye astute.
Ankit called, he had downloaded a movie
starring Diaz Cameron and Pacino Alfred.
Now, i like them both, for different reasons
though, obviously, so watch it with him I did.
A mama's boy, driven by passion, tried
to make it big in a white man's world;
breaking the rules, facing the rap, to show
that he wasn't just another black stud.
An aging warhorse trying to find his
just place in the fast-changing herd,
A rookie manager, very particular about
what she could and couldn't afford.
By the time the movie ended I had
worked up an appetite and a headache,
A team, nay, gang of eleven uncouth
"heroes" had ruined my night in their wake.
The walk to seven-eleven was uninteresting
at best, eating the same veggie pizza bar
for the umpteenth time, made me angry at
the choices, or the lack thereof, given me so far.
By the time Hall 6 showed up in it's spartan
splendour, my head was split into two in pain.
I vowed on my favourite elephantine god
Ganesha to get some work done, but in vain.
The morning was benevolent, or was it?
I know not, for I slept like a baby till after noon.
My efforts at diplomacy had backlashed;
Maybe I was caustic, maybe I spoke too soon.
There was work to be done, so I worked.
The light of the goddess of Labour, lets call
her Karmani, shone over my head, as I did
the needful, quite a lot of it, but not all.
Tomorrow shall be a better day; more peace
shall be made, I hope, for unless the goddesses
descend from the heavens, we shall languish;
morose, wretched, till they pardon our excesses.

PS: Totally unrelated, but here's the question, anyway. Someone called me racist today; well, what do you know? Is saying "I find it easier to mix with Indians with whom share a cultural bond" being racist? I mean, I know, I am not in line for Mr. Congeniality or anything, but I sincerely believe someone is pulling the wool over my eyes here. What do you say?
I have been called racist thrice in the last two weeks. I'm not! I'm not racist! Ok, maybe I am, just a leetil.
Lekin yaar chamdi ka rang nahi dekhte ham, chai ke mehek bakhub ho to fir race-vace ko maro goli, ama mia, chai piyo, adrak vali.