Jabberwocky and Finnegan wakes

Since long folks. I shall pretend that someone reads my blog and write, swig on a little sprite, be trite:
how a proverb is lost in a daily uttered careless sentence:

PROVOCATION: I was OUT OF SIGHT?!! Are you OUT OF (your) MIND?

Analyse this: "You were out of your mind, thats why I was out of sight for you"
" If I am out of my mind how will I sight you...occipital cortices
mere mind mein hai na"

" You have to be in sight to be in mind, man chanchal hai"
- Ergo if you are out of sight you cant be in my mind"

- " Sight mara to kya, Mind your business"

- " What the eyes do not see the mind does not perceive"( an
ophthalmologist's abou ben adhem vision)

- " What the mind does not see, the eyes do not perceive"
( a priori purists, proactivists, neurophysiologists, 1st yr med
students)

-- Advertisement bananewaalon ka gurumantra....bang, bang bang it in.

Hum har din ki baat cheet mein kitna bakwaas bolte hain.Non sequitur..chatakdar bhel where a nimbu having no connection to sev is sexing it up with dices tomatoes and coriander.....koi ek ka doosre se kya relation. Bus synchronised with tamarind pulp for subsistence in a metro with memories of school, homework book, rote poetry and a man who shook Spears and a Lord with Ten Sons who charges the light brigade somewhere in Russia where Tanushree Dutta dances now semi nude in a bhelpuri Bollywood flick.

Like a matrix...is there a sensible world where events/ words follow each other with some logic and we can sense this logic.Till then teri jaat ka baida maru, hata sawan ki ghata, fatele doodh ke chilkhe, kaju ke nichale hisse, bashi bazook, fresh water salamander, porcupine, twiddledee and twiddledum, Jabberwocky your way through.

Such are the Joyce in life.Beauty is lost in translation. Like a fickle tRNA.
However it assumes a different beauty.Surreal, proteinaceous and unequally lawed upon a savage race that speaks NoNonsense.


So sayeth Lewis Carol when the looking glass showed Alice the reverse of what was written...and made sense actually
or to extrapolate....the reverse of what IS.....a past that ISNT.

Its Jungian jingoism.Synchronicity at its perverted best. Carol introduced us to portmanteau khichidi in this poem...and so not all the words seem known. Try and understand what lies beneath...U will realise that either the writer is opiated or you are in delirium tremens.Its a surreal astitva.....and one thing is finite....I am( "ayam") what I am ( 'maya')

"She's got opium in her bum"

Anyways here goes:


Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


Adios then....till next time which I shall hope is soon enough.