kikikikikiki : my daily ramblings

[pixelfiesta]

Feeling extremely sad about this incident...

there's no space for the poor pigeons any more in the city. one poor couple (of pigeons) nested in one of our plant pots (after uprooting the plant!) and laid an egg. right there out in the open. with maybe two twigs to cover it. by evening the egg was crow food. very very very sad. those buying houses in mumbai, make a little space for the birds in your balconey?

[kikikikikiki]

today i went to a pub and ate rice with my hands.

[vikram sharma]

kikikikikiki, i mis your ramblings..

[kikikikikiki]

my father passed away. leaving me wishing i had said and done many things to and with him while there was still time. message to friends: if u have something to do, do it now.

[Paramvir]

am so sorry about your pa. you are right. there are so many things about parents that we take for granted and then suddenly its too late. i wonder if we are ever as expressive towards them as they are, unconditionally, towards us.



lets meet this week sometime...

[Ek Kanya]

hi kikikikikiki

sorry about your father

[kikikikikiki]

the site i found today: want to learn the guitar online? go to
http://www.justinguitar.com/

[kikikikikiki]

dingo
by kikikikikiki

walking along the seashore
walking back again
alone
seeing my footsteps
over and over again
every day
every year
seeing how they go straight
seeing sudden trips as the foot hits pebbles
the sand making little mounds near the toes
big ones at the trips
knowing them
by heart
suddenly seeing other footsteps beside mine
for some time
not knowing the faces
the bodies
the legs
the toes
just the footsteps
staying not long enough for me to know them
one from the other
as i know my own
and then his footsteps
which stay long
and i begin to see the trips
i begin to understand them
to recognise the pattern of the mounds when they trip
knowing it as my own
beginning to
and then walking together
towards knowing them even better than my own
maybe
some day
and then a face
and a body
and legs
toes
eyes
which see my footsteps
along his own
and says
"whose are those?"

.

[vikas]

very beautiful, kikikikikikiki
very beautiful indeed.

sorry to hear of your loss.

i was watching your illustration work in this site. very good work indeed. do you still illustrate?

[kikikikikiki]

thanks vikas. i do everything in bits and pieces. so yes sometimes i illustrate. u stay in amsterdam? that is so cool! i visited amsterdam once. and mushroomed! will post my mushrooming experience in my next post. i had written down all about it then.

[kikikikikiki]

mushrooming and vooming in amsterdam

It was crazy
We went to this smartshop/headshop and we could choose from a list of magic mushrooms chalked on the blackboard. One was “funny” another “space” another “happy” another adventurous etc. or else they were “Mexican” or “Hawaiian” etc. We didn’t know how to choose (of course I had my eye on the “funny” one. It was a “Mexican”) so we asked the counter guy what to have and that it was our first time. so he advised us to take a small dose (it comes in small, medium and large. And the boxes r colour coded. Small is blue, large is green, forgot what medium is) each of “funny”. So we bought two doses and went up with it to the bar. We sat there and asked the waitress how to eat it and etc. she gave us details. Eat the whole thing. Chew it up. it looked yucky coz we had about thirty mushrooms in each box and even the mitti it had grown in was sticking to it. and it smelt strong. Really strong. So we chomped it up. then hung around for a while for things to happen but nothing did. Then after an hour or so we left. And we visited some place. I think it was the sex museum. And I found that s was getting psyched by the sounds there. I did not realize that what was actually happening was that the paranoia was hitting him. coz nothing hit me. then we came out of there into the bright streets. And s asked me if I was feeling ok coz he said I was looking different. I was feeling ok. Then he laughed at someone and said “she looks funny” and I also laughed coz she was a freak. Then he pointed out two others and they looked funny too. then we looked down the street and EVERYONE in the damn street was funny! Then we realized it was us who were SEEING them funny and they were actually normal people. It was awesome. Suddenly the whole city was full of elves and hobbits and giants and what not. Then we turned to each other and we saw that we were looking god damned funny too. then s was struck with paranoia. That first day I was not struck with any such thing and I had a wholly pleasant and funny trip. But he got really bad for a while so we sat in an open space and laughed at all the people. Then people started changing before our very eyes. People became taller and shorter before our very eyes. And there was nothing we could do about it. we had absolutely no control. It was not like u could make up your mind, blink hard, and try and see things normally. Coz that WAS normal right then. Then one guy came along on a cycle and then rode the cycle up to the moon. I actually saw him take off witch like and go to the moon. S saw his neck grow long and reach the moon. And it was so real. There he was on the road. Then there he was taking off riding riding riding but this time away off the road into the sky and into the moon. Freaky. I was enjoying it. then s’s paranoia passed and he started enjoying it too. then we kept walking and walking and walking into the merry crowds and tripped on how different things looked. Then it passed and things got back to normal and we came back home dog tired. The next day we did mushrooms again. This time not “funny” but “adventurous”. And this time not “Mexican” but “Hawaiian” I think. And they r su;pposed to be the strongest. And this time we took a lot more mushrooms each. And weirdly it did not affect s at all this evening (which was good in a way considering the paranoia I went thru after that). could be because he had smoked up just prior to that and so it got counterbalanced or some such thing. But this evening I had a trippy trippy trippy trip. Very scary. After walking for a bit I started feeling funny and my heart started beating so fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Plus I couldn’t breathe and my knees buckled. This time it was my turn to be hit by drug paranoia. So I suddenly sat down on the road on the pavement and s got worried and sat beside me. and I held onto him and felt I would die or something. Nothing happened which was hallucinatory right then but I felt awful. I could feel things pumping into my veins and arteries at the speed of a train. and my heart just lost control. Then I got very emotional. Not really. It was more physically emotional. As in tears started coming out like tap water. And I had no control. Even if s would do something like move his hand I would think he was leaving me and I would start crying. If he said “do u think u will be able to come back with me to the hotel?” I would think he would leave me alone if I said “no” and I would start crying. And serious bawling mind u. and I could feel and see the tears gushing out in spurts instead of rolling down my cheeks. Etc. then I looked up and I saw everybody had become basket ball players. Huge. Fucking huge. And they were no longer funny like yesterday. They were scary. And they were all going to eat me. that was my trip for the evening. Everybody was going to eat me. and I was serious. Dead serious. I can’t explain how trippy and scary that feeling is. So I clung to s with my claws and woudn’t let go. And the rate at which people changed today was ten times more than yesterday. It was no longer just necks growing longer or faces distorting. The whole person changed like a computer animation and kept changing till I no longer had any idea whether an individual was tall or short or thin or fat or man or woman or anything. And then people started disappearing. A black tramp came to shake hands with s and he looked so scary I told s not to shake hands with him. but s did. And then only that hand remained in s’s hand. And his face. The rest of him just caved inwards and disappeared so I could see completely thru him. then the head sat down beside us and then went away. Women were walking on the roads with no waist. Just bum. Rest disappeared. And I could see the road and cars thru it. taxis looked like limousines. Small jeeps looked like tata sumos or toy cars. People walking up to me became as tall as lamp posts. Then once s took the bag I was clutching from my lap and I started to grow away from my feet. My knees and feet stayed on the ground and I kept going up up up till my legs were very small. I froke and snatched my bag back to cover my lap and I came back to size. I tried smoking to feel better. But I couldn’;t make out if the cigarette was full length or completely burned out. Coz the length kept changing. And this went on and and and on and on. Then after some time I braved the fluctuating road to go with s into the busy streets. And it was a nightmare. Very trippy. Coz everyone in the crowd was coming to eat me and I had nowhere to run. Nor could I run coz I had no control over my legs. It was very trippy and how I tripped. And never once could I look at s even though I held tightly on to his hand coz it was freaking me out to think he would change if I looked at him too. Now three funny things I saw on this scary day. one was, a woman cycling across the road at the zebra crossing. Cars were waiting. She crossed the road and went on. But she had left her bum behind on the road. Which was still attached to her. As in it elongated and stayed back on the road and she didn’t know about it. and the traffic lights changed. And cars started coming. And there was her bum on the road. Another funny thing was one tall guy and one tall girl (god knows if they were really tall). And this girl reached up to kiss this guy who was taller than her. And I saw them getting taller and taller and taller and taller zooming up and so it looked like he was running away from her kiss by becoming taller and she was close behind trying to reach him anyhow. Another funny thing was s asking the time of a tall man. There are lots of steeples in Amsterdam with clocks on them. so it was like s asked a steeple for the time and the steeple said “of course I have the time” and then bent over to show s his watch. The buildings changed any how. The tall steeples zoomed up and down like they were elastic. The whole world went fish eye lens at times. The roads madly expanded and elongated and shortened. When I pointed to something across the road my hand and finger elongated and reached the thing I was pointing at. Etc etc etc. I will never stop writing about things I saw if I had to write everything. So I will stop here. Except that when the trip finally left me with a bang as suddenly as it had come about seven hours later, I was so drained, my body and senses being in such overdrive for so long that I started crumbling inside. My spine crumbled. My knees crumbled. My brain fried. Otherwise I was ok. Went home and could not sleep. Sleep seems impossible no matter how crumbly u r. So that was my mushroom trip. And I would do it again at the drop of a hat. Only I don’t think I would like to do it without s near and in his senses near me. and all this happened at night. and what beautiful colours i saw in my trip.
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[Ek Kanya]

awesome! what a trippy post! simply awesome!

[MissMallu]

did you take pictures when the roads elongated madly?

[DesignBoyz]

hey, you come to Rome? we have elongated roads too...

[kikikikikiki]

and do all those very long roads lead to rome?