I have a yellow room somewhere, i know i do. I just saw it in my dream, and i’ve just woken up with a start, and i’ve dreamt of it before, and i can see it in front of me. It’s a bright room, with curtains always drawn. It has the softest mattresses which cover my bed, mattresses which protrude from the end of the bed, so that when you sleep, you gently slope and fall to the ground if you start moving too much. It’s how i get up from the dream, by falling to the floor. And it Always has people. Right now, it had buddhadeb babu sitting and writing poetry, no he was drawing venn diagrams, and there was tanmay, and there was someone who was taking a shower, and lots of other people who came in and out of the room at their free will. Before i went to the room i smoked a cigarette with my dad. But that was because i smoked a cigarette with my school teachers yesterday, that doesn’t have anything to do with the room. And the room has fancy lighting, like stage lighting, only it isn’t so dramatic.
A long long long time ago, i had held a bag of coffee beans as hostage and blackmailed Raka into writing me a poem. I told her to write it, for the sake of pure sadistic pleasure, on why she was lesbian. Now this was my evil mind at work, because she Had to get the coffee beans back ( they were all Fancy and were her mother's). There were other rules also. They needed to be at least 14 lines in length and had to be in proper rhyme to qualify. I secretly also doubted her sexuality, for i remember she couldn't stand a Single guy i knew, and that was definitely a problem since i liked her. Anyway, she wrote it, and it was titled, 'Why am i doing this?'
The poem was pretty fantastic, and i had even put it up on my blog, but she refused to take credit for it. Anyway, the old blog has vanished, and no traces of the poem remain, but i remember when i had made her write it. It was possibly after Creation, back when we were in school, where a Huge furore was created because during Impact (a supposed impromptu one act competition, for those who were never in the fest-loop), she had thrown an lmb school tie onto the ground while on stage. I don’t remember whether it was intentional or not. It doesn't really matter, and the crowd, quite obviously completely loved it. The best part about this story is that the tie remains with her, in her cupboard, adorning the neck of a stuff Dog.
In fact, Also inside her cupboard, is this poster which has intrigued me forever. It was gifted to her by her sister. Raka owns Zappa on the Crappa.
And now that i’ve started thinking about it, i suddenly have the urge to go through that cupboard. I’m very sure it will throw out interesting specimens.
Merlin Park is a nice place to hang out, yes. :-)
p.s. i half-felt like typing lmb in a Big,Bold font as a tribute to my dearest mr Dada.
