Emani’s beloved emails

to the mattresses
HAPPY NEW YEAR to old, new, forgotten and vaguely remembered acquaintances…Irrespective of how annoying you individually may seem to me, I wish you all an amazingly happy new year and a stupefyingly outrageously mind-crushingly groin-grabbingly tasteful existence. peace to you, yours, theirs, them, ours, his, hers, and bathrooms towels of all nationalities.
I know I’ve lost touch with most of you and I’ve touched some of you more times than can be considered appropriate, but it is the intention behind the touching (or lack thereof) that I want you to consider when writing your last wills and testaments. But i do need to know what is happening in your lives, all the gory sorry details, and I hope my mailing you in one group to save my own precious time will not lead you to believe that you aren’t oh-so-very-special to me. Also, this year if you receive any unmarked packages that tick please ask your friends and family to stand at least fifty yards away when you open it, because i want it to be for your eyes only (and for other parts of your anatomy).
my life had come for a three and a half month standstill where time ceased to make much sense. I had to write my gre’s and several exams and lots of homework and it is for this reason and this reason alone that I conveniently forgot about emailing anyone. It was a surreal experience going through life wondering why your hands are so large. I finally have a chance to breathe, and it feels good. Too good in fact. I’m beginning to suspect that my neighbours are conspiring against me.
Chastity is an apple best eaten from the inside out.
So to my friend, you, the one reading this email, I humbly request to reply asap. It is essential for the flowing of my juices, for the containing of my bladder’s incontinence, for my continued sentience and payment of pensions, for my penchant for trenchant conversations, and lenience in abetting your obedience.
take  care!!
Lots of love,
Prashant…phasers-set-to-stun…emani.
***************************************
An intimate portrait
Hi to those of you who haven’t received this email and
to those who have,
Salut.
I just remembered that I forgot about you, and
forgot that I actually remembered you, the sad state
of affairs in my head, is to blame.
I’m insane.
What’s that you said? “You already know that?”
Well, good , then you know me better than I know
myself.
Have you ever heard a dinosaur craving ice cream:
it’s a magnificent sound.
How are you all? how is life? <insert generic
question here>.
What is going on with you guys? I apologize for not
emailing earlier, but circumstances are pretty crazy
here…very busy, writing gre soon, applying to grad
school, senior thesis, blah dee blah, and a side order
of blah.
I know I told some of you that I would be coming to
india this december, but that probably isn’t going to
happen. I will come next summer though.
It’s pretty crazy, I’ve spent more time emailing some
of you than I ever did in person.
And that on top of the fact that I hate the
impersonality of emails, meant that there’s about a
year long gap simce I properly got in touch witrh any
of you.
So spill your guts, loosen your tonguers and your
bowels, break down your apprehensions, and reply.
With immense quantities of sour grapes in my lap,
Prashant.
PS: I will hereby be known as the man with a third
left foot.
***************************************
A good beard is a product of love and burnt cathode ray tubes…
Hi!
Some of you might remember me as the kid who ate
loose change and others as the person who blackmailed
you with your old baby photos. Some of you might have
undergone years of therapy to forget me…well, this
here is my attempt at unravelling your established
sense of mental security…
A few years ago, when i was studying in HPS,
our physics teacher, an illustrious young soul named
Sai Sundar rao witnessed me and Arun in the process of
conducting a quiz. A few days later when we were
skipping his class for some non-truant reasons he
confronted us outside the classroom and spoke the
immortal words, ” Kwijj (quiz) fayl (fail)!!” and
beamed us one of his equally timeless smiles. this
incident has formed the very basis of my
personality.And by association with me, arun and him
(Saisu) i can safely say that this incident is also
the basis of your respective personalities. So yes,
life is really THAT cruel…
how is everyone? is life good? rosy? sweet?
just a bit on the tangy side? a little greenish blue
with a hint of lemon creeping in?
yep time has grabbed me and most other
people by the unmentionables and dragged us further
away from moments you may have chosen to remain at. i
sit here watching insanely inane TV shows day in and
day out while a crazed world sits jittering about in a
chaotic half-dance in a silently bemused universe
intelligent in its tranquility. While far away in
magical chintal basti, sohan lal and pappu are
slapping chintoo for his improper use of a western
style toilet.
Sorry. i can’t help talking incessantly about me. i
need to know where all of you are. without exception.
and i mean NO exception. in case you didn’t get the
messsage: exception not acceptable, you will not be
excused, no grant of pardon, stay in place and reply.
there’s no time like now. seize the day. carpe
diem. grab the moment. live for now.be the present.
contemporary you be off pliss. umm…er….(insert
trite cliche here___________)
take cxare!
lotsa love, ghenghis ramalingam.
***************************************
I stand here before you without reason but with rhyme. I have the time, I make you make the time and so it all works out. This is what it’s all about: I have an ear infection, after the doctor’s inspection she said with an american inflection, “its detection was an act of near perfection, but you need anti-biotic protection”, and I exhausted my -ection diction and so we move on.
In astronomy I had a test, I studied my very very best, but in the end it was mess’t, the shirt I wore was press’t, don’t think I say this in jest but ingest the rest in bless’t acceptance at my behest.
We have here a dear beer-chugging boor called bush, with a crush on violence and a penchant for gushings of mushy plush understatements of situations in slushy parts of a world he’s never seen. The whole top’s like that so we have our pick of the d***.
it’s getting cold  and I’m getting old and nothing is very much fun with a moldy old Pink floyd song unfolding its wending way on to my golden untold bold musings(yes meaning lies in that ). But trust me it IS getting cold.
College I go for knowledge i tell me self and the books wait on the shelf every evening as the elves of my imagination force me to be somewhere else at all times.
That is how I be at this junction in space and time my only function being to drone on in monotones about my own neatly sown ordered life.
Tell me how ye feel and i will see to it that ye be made free from worry.
Take care,
Lots of love,
Prashant.
***************************************
Please do not delete this message forever and ever!!!
Yes!!! I saw the third and final edition of the Lord of The Rings! and yes those of you interested are allowed to feel jealous! it is mandated by the third bylaw, subsection C-23 of the yayyemanimyadfellow constitution, ca 1847 BC( Copyrighted: Yellayya Publishers and Kallu Manufacturers). It was, to put it simply, AMMMMAMMAMMAMMAMMAmaaazing!!!!
How eet eez with the all of you? hope this letter finds thee all in the bestestest of health. Just finished my exams less than a week ago and have way too much time on my hands. Just couldn’t wait to finish the yeggjams, and now that they are over, bored as hell– the eternal conundrum…
There was was a man from Japan,
Who wanted to buy a red-green fan,
But there was an international ban,
largely because of a dumbass man,
bush was his name , presidency was his game,
who poked his eye out with that ill-fated fan,
and then danced the can-can.
THE END.
Yes, truly that be true. Now on to less serious issues. There have been warnings of attacks on this nation by those maniacs who go by the name al-qaedaaaaaahahahha. the terror alert has been raised to a high security level and the paranoia is soon to follow (courtesy of this nation’s media!). If I don’t make it, just make sure that the royalties for my forthcoming novel “HARRY POTTER AND HIS GRANDMOTHER’S FOOT REST” are distributed among my loyal subjects.
Make sure that Lassie gets her lassi /faluda before night fall– otherwise she gets gastric problems and canine flatulence is definitely not a problem you’ll want to deal with!
take care,
Lots of icky gooeey mushy sweet barbeque sauce,
Pareshan t.
***************************************
Umm..well….that’s it!!!
So some people objected to what I had to say in my last email, and to those people I say:
Thank you!!!At least you were listening. Most of what I said was the usual junk and garbage to be excreted from the mind immediately upon entry. But I do believe that Indians have to have a little more self-respect. In fact everyone everywhere does– we can’t keep looking on the outside for solutions. In fact i have a problem with everyone everywhere.I am extremely interested in picking a fight with every living human being. So who wants to step outside first?!! Don’t be afraid, it will be quick and only slightly painful. Indeedy do.
So two guys walk in to a bar. One asks the other ‘why did we walk into this bar?”. Indeed that be a very profound question, one that everyone must consider. Why do we walk into that bar? IS it the ambience,is it the air-conditioning,or is it the service of the waiter who sucks the bled raaaa?
Why indeed? What is what? what’s the use of rhetorical questions if they don’t expect an answer? the answer must therefore lie in the asking. the truth must lie in the implication,the feeling, not the words.
Talking about bars and fashionable bar stools, why did the chicken cross the road at the same time as Jack and Jill were climbing up that infernal hill?
Questions to wonder ponder and generally not bother about.
But seriously,
Take  care!
Lots of lowwuuu,
P rash ant.
***************************************
happy @#@#&&%^&^% day!! yaaayyyy!!!
Happy Independence day!!!
Happy! happy!!! yaayy!! Happy!
Independence?! day?? seriously?!
During my recent highly publicized visit to the subcontinent I became aware of a strong sense of independence and individuality in my fellow Indians. Many of my fellow countrymen seemed decided and confident in their efforts to change the face of India. Some showed their love by wearing calvin Klein’s latest summer creation. Some took out their cell-phones (made in Austin, Texas) and shouted out messages of Indian greatness across the sparkling Musi as Justin Timberlake ghazals blared in the background. Some did so by tying a towel to their backs and wearing fluorescent underwear on the outside and wore a great big H sign to signify allegiance to a super secretive society that believes NT rama rao was a demi-god (well at least i did, but that’s not the point!!).
Is there a point to all of this….no. a firm negative. nope. not at all. everything I said just seemed to stem from a feeling that maybe we haven’t shaken off the Western Raj. Maybe we’re all still stuck in a mode of subconscious servility, where Fair =  Lovely, and the sun seems to rise and set in the sea of Western thought. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but it sure is a bit sad. There seems to be an increasing tendency to invest time and energy into ventures that are blatantly Western in origin or approach. Indian society is cutting and pasting the fluff and crap from Western society, (fluff and crap, i may add, that have formed as a result of large scale social change in the US and elsewhere) and the strains on social relations formed thereof are pretty obvious.
And what must you conclude from this rambling diatribe… nothing… that Dumbo was indeed a flying elephant (for those who haven’t a clue who Dumbo is, look it up on the internet, or don’t bother– he had an eating disorder anyways).
Basically, I had to write something.
But this was nothing.
So expect another email from me.
Or from Disney productions, who created Dumbo the flying elephant.
Copyright infringement problems you see.
Yes, i like chocolate too.
Lots of the gooey, mushy thingy called love, or low raaa,
Prashant yayyemanimyadfellow Emani.
***************************************
Chaddi pahan ke phool kila hai, phool kila hai………
It’s time to divulge the truth…… I am your overlord and master. Bow down before me. Sorry to say, but it had to be said……
Ramanchari (for the uninitiated, a teacher from HPS) was right… when he uttered those words.. eet eeeez, that eet eez……. time seemed to stop. Life slowed down, light slowed down. We caught a glimpse of the graininess of the fabric of space-time. I second his argument.
So anyways, I was walking down the road and suddenly………
THE END.
I love stories.  But I always thought the hare should have won over the tortoise.
I also love chaos. Randomness. Entropic games. Imposing a higher order on things. At this point in time I know that many of you may wish to block any further contact with me…. but you can’t. you cannot escape me. You are getting sleepy, very sleepy………
With our illustrious dumbass of a President here aiming towards the initiation of World War 3, I can’t help but get angry. I feel like walking up to him and smacking him across the face like his mama used to do. But the 15 million CIA men might prove to be a problem.
The worst thing about all this is that we are making the same mistake that maniacs like Saddam and Bin laden made– the mistake of self-righteousness. The belief that our understanding of the situation is right, the belief that what we are doing shall be vindicated by time. The belief that we are good– while ‘they’ are evil.
Something has to be done, but as is the case in India, democracy is just an ideal here. People’s voices can only go so far. If some bureaucrats have cotton stuffed in their ears and eyes,  public opinion is killed.
Ah well!
Take care,
Floppy eared cartoon rabbits,
Prashant.
***************************************
….leaving just a memory……..
right so i bite, so can you hope to do anything about it?No!
Hello, this is your friendly neighbourhood bored kid writing to you in the hope that you still are in existence.
well, are you?!!!!! How are you? why are you? wherefore art thou?
college is in full swing for me and I have a hell of a lot of work and I am jumping up and down daily twice and i am eating lots of bread and jam and working at my job and eating lots of bread and jam and using lots and lots and lots of ands in my sentences. So you see, walll of you, I have no time on my hands. And there is no more bread and jam left at home.
Ok arun once again will object to my, ahem…’ psychobabble…..’ So i shall from here on attempt to conduct my conversations in a way that conforms to normally accepted social propriety.
How are you? i am doing very well thank you. How is aunty and what about uncle? how is your brother? how is your sister? how are the lice in their hair? are they doing well? how is the family dog? are the worms still producing the loose motions in his bowels? is that improper to ask ? I am so sorry but please i am open man. Very freely I will talk.  please do not be offence because of the my words.
Right so anyways, I have too  much nonfree time on my hands so if you mail me you better damn well expect an answer a short one albeit for i have no free time on my hands.
take care, lots of lowwwwwwww,
PPPP P P P rshnt.
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sing a song of sixpence, pocketful of ribose structures
‘ello me mateys!!!!!
how she blows????
hope she blows thaaar!!!!
finally me back to email thees!!
life — well who cares!!!
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older. How is everyone?? how is relative sun old age affecting you guys???
Most of you have probably re-entered your self made cocoons of life and are therefore too self-involved to email me (oooh I can’t wait to hear the angry replies I’ll get for that one).
anyways, this is no time for b*****ing. Colour the tips of your wings sky blue and fly into the black tactile beauty of the Universe. There isn’t much time left.
But seriouosly how is life?? how is everyone? drop me a line every now and then– I’d like to know!
Take care,
Love,
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP   rash.

to the mattresses

HAPPY NEW YEAR to old, new, forgotten and vaguely remembered acquaintances…Irrespective of how annoying you individually may seem to me, I wish you all an amazingly happy new year and a stupefyingly outrageously mind-crushingly groin-grabbingly tasteful existence. peace to you, yours, theirs, them, ours, his, hers, and bathrooms towels of all nationalities.

I know I’ve lost touch with most of you and I’ve touched some of you more times than can be considered appropriate, but it is the intention behind the touching (or lack thereof) that I want you to consider when writing your last wills and testaments. But i do need to know what is happening in your lives, all the gory sorry details, and I hope my mailing you in one group to save my own precious time will not lead you to believe that you aren’t oh-so-very-special to me. Also, this year if you receive any unmarked packages that tick please ask your friends and family to stand at least fifty yards away when you open it, because i want it to be for your eyes only (and for other parts of your anatomy).

my life had come for a three and a half month standstill where time ceased to make much sense. I had to write my gre’s and several exams and lots of homework and it is for this reason and this reason alone that I conveniently forgot about emailing anyone. It was a surreal experience going through life wondering why your hands are so large. I finally have a chance to breathe, and it feels good. Too good in fact. I’m beginning to suspect that my neighbours are conspiring against me.

Chastity is an apple best eaten from the inside out.

So to my friend, you, the one reading this email, I humbly request to reply asap. It is essential for the flowing of my juices, for the containing of my bladder’s incontinence, for my continued sentience and payment of pensions, for my penchant for trenchant conversations, and lenience in abetting your obedience.

take  care!!

Lots of love,

Prashant…phasers-set-to-stun…emani.

***********************************************************************************************

An intimate portrait

Hi to those of you who haven’t received this email and

to those who have,

Salut.

I just remembered that I forgot about you, and

forgot that I actually remembered you, the sad state

of affairs in my head, is to blame.

I’m insane.

What’s that you said? “You already know that?”

Well, good , then you know me better than I know

myself.

Have you ever heard a dinosaur craving ice cream:

it’s a magnificent sound.

How are you all? how is life? <insert generic

question here>.

What is going on with you guys? I apologize for not

emailing earlier, but circumstances are pretty crazy

here…very busy, writing gre soon, applying to grad

school, senior thesis, blah dee blah, and a side order

of blah.

I know I told some of you that I would be coming to

india this december, but that probably isn’t going to

happen. I will come next summer though.

It’s pretty crazy, I’ve spent more time emailing some

of you than I ever did in person.

And that on top of the fact that I hate the

impersonality of emails, meant that there’s about a

year long gap simce I properly got in touch witrh any

of you.

So spill your guts, loosen your tonguers and your

bowels, break down your apprehensions, and reply.

With immense quantities of sour grapes in my lap,

Prashant.

PS: I will hereby be known as the man with a third

left foot.

***********************************************************************************************

A good beard is a product of love and burnt cathode ray tubes…

Hi!

Some of you might remember me as the kid who ate

loose change and others as the person who blackmailed

you with your old baby photos. Some of you might have

undergone years of therapy to forget me…well, this

here is my attempt at unravelling your established

sense of mental security…

A few years ago, when i was studying in HPS,

our physics teacher, an illustrious young soul named

Sai Sundar rao witnessed me and Arun in the process of

conducting a quiz. A few days later when we were

skipping his class for some non-truant reasons he

confronted us outside the classroom and spoke the

immortal words, ” Kwijj (quiz) fayl (fail)!!” and

beamed us one of his equally timeless smiles. this

incident has formed the very basis of my

personality.And by association with me, arun and him

(Saisu) i can safely say that this incident is also

the basis of your respective personalities. So yes,

life is really THAT cruel…

how is everyone? is life good? rosy? sweet?

just a bit on the tangy side? a little greenish blue

with a hint of lemon creeping in?

yep time has grabbed me and most other

people by the unmentionables and dragged us further

away from moments you may have chosen to remain at. i

sit here watching insanely inane TV shows day in and

day out while a crazed world sits jittering about in a

chaotic half-dance in a silently bemused universe

intelligent in its tranquility. While far away in

magical chintal basti, sohan lal and pappu are

slapping chintoo for his improper use of a western

style toilet.

Sorry. i can’t help talking incessantly about me. i

need to know where all of you are. without exception.

and i mean NO exception. in case you didn’t get the

messsage: exception not acceptable, you will not be

excused, no grant of pardon, stay in place and reply.

there’s no time like now. seize the day. carpe

diem. grab the moment. live for now.be the present.

contemporary you be off pliss. umm…er….(insert

trite cliche here___________)

take cxare!

lotsa love, ghenghis ramalingam.

***********************************************************************************************

I stand here before you without reason but with rhyme. I have the time, I make you make the time and so it all works out. This is what it’s all about: I have an ear infection, after the doctor’s inspection she said with an american inflection, “its detection was an act of near perfection, but you need anti-biotic protection”, and I exhausted my -ection diction and so we move on.

In astronomy I had a test, I studied my very very best, but in the end it was mess’t, the shirt I wore was press’t, don’t think I say this in jest but ingest the rest in bless’t acceptance at my behest.

We have here a dear beer-chugging boor called bush, with a crush on violence and a penchant for gushings of mushy plush understatements of situations in slushy parts of a world he’s never seen. The whole top’s like that so we have our pick of the d***.

it’s getting cold  and I’m getting old and nothing is very much fun with a moldy old Pink floyd song unfolding its wending way on to my golden untold bold musings(yes meaning lies in that ). But trust me it IS getting cold.

College I go for knowledge i tell me self and the books wait on the shelf every evening as the elves of my imagination force me to be somewhere else at all times.

That is how I be at this junction in space and time my only function being to drone on in monotones about my own neatly sown ordered life.

Tell me how ye feel and i will see to it that ye be made free from worry.

Take care,

Lots of love,

Prashant.

***********************************************************************************************

Please do not delete this message forever and ever!!!

Yes!!! I saw the third and final edition of the Lord of The Rings! and yes those of you interested are allowed to feel jealous! it is mandated by the third bylaw, subsection C-23 of the yayyemanimyadfellow constitution, ca 1847 BC( Copyrighted: Yellayya Publishers and Kallu Manufacturers). It was, to put it simply, AMMMMAMMAMMAMMAMMAmaaazing!!!!

How eet eez with the all of you? hope this letter finds thee all in the bestestest of health. Just finished my exams less than a week ago and have way too much time on my hands. Just couldn’t wait to finish the yeggjams, and now that they are over, bored as hell– the eternal conundrum…

There was was a man from Japan,

Who wanted to buy a red-green fan,

But there was an international ban,

largely because of a dumbass man,

bush was his name , presidency was his game,

who poked his eye out with that ill-fated fan,

and then danced the can-can.

THE END.

Yes, truly that be true. Now on to less serious issues. There have been warnings of attacks on this nation by those maniacs who go by the name al-qaedaaaaaahahahha. the terror alert has been raised to a high security level and the paranoia is soon to follow (courtesy of this nation’s media!). If I don’t make it, just make sure that the royalties for my forthcoming novel “HARRY POTTER AND HIS GRANDMOTHER’S FOOT REST” are distributed among my loyal subjects.

Make sure that Lassie gets her lassi /faluda before night fall– otherwise she gets gastric problems and canine flatulence is definitely not a problem you’ll want to deal with!

take care,

Lots of icky gooeey mushy sweet barbeque sauce,

Pareshan t.

***********************************************************************************************

Umm..well….that’s it!!!

So some people objected to what I had to say in my last email, and to those people I say:

Thank you!!!At least you were listening. Most of what I said was the usual junk and garbage to be excreted from the mind immediately upon entry. But I do believe that Indians have to have a little more self-respect. In fact everyone everywhere does– we can’t keep looking on the outside for solutions. In fact i have a problem with everyone everywhere.I am extremely interested in picking a fight with every living human being. So who wants to step outside first?!! Don’t be afraid, it will be quick and only slightly painful. Indeedy do.

So two guys walk in to a bar. One asks the other ‘why did we walk into this bar?”. Indeed that be a very profound question, one that everyone must consider. Why do we walk into that bar? IS it the ambience,is it the air-conditioning,or is it the service of the waiter who sucks the bled raaaa?

Why indeed? What is what? what’s the use of rhetorical questions if they don’t expect an answer? the answer must therefore lie in the asking. the truth must lie in the implication,the feeling, not the words.

Talking about bars and fashionable bar stools, why did the chicken cross the road at the same time as Jack and Jill were climbing up that infernal hill?

Questions to wonder ponder and generally not bother about.

But seriously,

Take  care!

Lots of lowwuuu,

P rash ant.

***********************************************************************************************

happy @#@#&&%^&^% day!! yaaayyyy!!!

Happy Independence day!!!

Happy! happy!!! yaayy!! Happy!

Independence?! day?? seriously?!

During my recent highly publicized visit to the subcontinent I became aware of a strong sense of independence and individuality in my fellow Indians. Many of my fellow countrymen seemed decided and confident in their efforts to change the face of India. Some showed their love by wearing calvin Klein’s latest summer creation. Some took out their cell-phones (made in Austin, Texas) and shouted out messages of Indian greatness across the sparkling Musi as Justin Timberlake ghazals blared in the background. Some did so by tying a towel to their backs and wearing fluorescent underwear on the outside and wore a great big H sign to signify allegiance to a super secretive society that believes NT rama rao was a demi-god (well at least i did, but that’s not the point!!).

Is there a point to all of this….no. a firm negative. nope. not at all. everything I said just seemed to stem from a feeling that maybe we haven’t shaken off the Western Raj. Maybe we’re all still stuck in a mode of subconscious servility, where Fair =  Lovely, and the sun seems to rise and set in the sea of Western thought. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but it sure is a bit sad. There seems to be an increasing tendency to invest time and energy into ventures that are blatantly Western in origin or approach. Indian society is cutting and pasting the fluff and crap from Western society, (fluff and crap, i may add, that have formed as a result of large scale social change in the US and elsewhere) and the strains on social relations formed thereof are pretty obvious.

And what must you conclude from this rambling diatribe… nothing… that Dumbo was indeed a flying elephant (for those who haven’t a clue who Dumbo is, look it up on the internet, or don’t bother– he had an eating disorder anyways).

Basically, I had to write something.

But this was nothing.

So expect another email from me.

Or from Disney productions, who created Dumbo the flying elephant.

Copyright infringement problems you see.

Yes, i like chocolate too.

Lots of the gooey, mushy thingy called love, or low raaa,

Prashant yayyemanimyadfellow Emani.

***********************************************************************************************

Chaddi pahan ke phool kila hai, phool kila hai………

It’s time to divulge the truth…… I am your overlord and master. Bow down before me. Sorry to say, but it had to be said……

Ramanchari (for the uninitiated, a teacher from HPS) was right… when he uttered those words.. eet eeeez, that eet eez……. time seemed to stop. Life slowed down, light slowed down. We caught a glimpse of the graininess of the fabric of space-time. I second his argument.

So anyways, I was walking down the road and suddenly………

THE END.

I love stories.  But I always thought the hare should have won over the tortoise.

I also love chaos. Randomness. Entropic games. Imposing a higher order on things. At this point in time I know that many of you may wish to block any further contact with me…. but you can’t. you cannot escape me. You are getting sleepy, very sleepy………

With our illustrious dumbass of a President here aiming towards the initiation of World War 3, I can’t help but get angry. I feel like walking up to him and smacking him across the face like his mama used to do. But the 15 million CIA men might prove to be a problem.

The worst thing about all this is that we are making the same mistake that maniacs like Saddam and Bin laden made– the mistake of self-righteousness. The belief that our understanding of the situation is right, the belief that what we are doing shall be vindicated by time. The belief that we are good– while ‘they’ are evil.

Something has to be done, but as is the case in India, democracy is just an ideal here. People’s voices can only go so far. If some bureaucrats have cotton stuffed in their ears and eyes,  public opinion is killed.

Ah well!

Take care,

Floppy eared cartoon rabbits,

Prashant.

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….leaving just a memory……..

right so i bite, so can you hope to do anything about it?No!

Hello, this is your friendly neighbourhood bored kid writing to you in the hope that you still are in existence.

well, are you?!!!!! How are you? why are you? wherefore art thou?

college is in full swing for me and I have a hell of a lot of work and I am jumping up and down daily twice and i am eating lots of bread and jam and working at my job and eating lots of bread and jam and using lots and lots and lots of ands in my sentences. So you see, walll of you, I have no time on my hands. And there is no more bread and jam left at home.

Ok arun once again will object to my, ahem…’ psychobabble…..’ So i shall from here on attempt to conduct my conversations in a way that conforms to normally accepted social propriety.

How are you? i am doing very well thank you. How is aunty and what about uncle? how is your brother? how is your sister? how are the lice in their hair? are they doing well? how is the family dog? are the worms still producing the loose motions in his bowels? is that improper to ask ? I am so sorry but please i am open man. Very freely I will talk.  please do not be offence because of the my words.

Right so anyways, I have too  much nonfree time on my hands so if you mail me you better damn well expect an answer a short one albeit for i have no free time on my hands.

take care, lots of lowwwwwwww,

PPPP P P P rshnt.

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sing a song of sixpence, pocketful of ribose structures

‘ello me mateys!!!!!

how she blows????

hope she blows thaaar!!!!

finally me back to email thees!!

life — well who cares!!!

The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older. How is everyone?? how is relative sun old age affecting you guys???

Most of you have probably re-entered your self made cocoons of life and are therefore too self-involved to email me (oooh I can’t wait to hear the angry replies I’ll get for that one).

anyways, this is no time for b*****ing. Colour the tips of your wings sky blue and fly into the black tactile beauty of the Universe. There isn’t much time left.

But seriouosly how is life?? how is everyone? drop me a line every now and then– I’d like to know!

Take care,

Love,

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP   rash.

2 Responses to Emani’s beloved emails

  1. Shruba says:

    This man might just about be my best friend.
    I wonder if he loves comic books and doggus as much as I do.
    If yes, please tell it to me, fostly.
    I will notify my loved ones.

    That being said.
    He should work on his punctuation.
    It jus’ ain’ coo’, bra.

    Sigh.

    • Rohit Bandaru says:

      ahahahLOLOLhah (i was loffing out loud in case you daint get it)

      But hmm prashant emani..I dont remember if he lous comic books and doggus, but he’s a genius creature, he is. Do add and ask him in your…facebook…device. Just tell him Rohit’s blog sent you. hah.
      He is just the Prashant yayyemanimyadfellow.

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