4 definitions by moul
While sitting in a public space, especially where all or most are sitting and shall be sitting for a while, one can succumb to vicious survey. This happens to people who are old or complicated or conscientious or lonely enough to feel guilty about or be indifferent to watching attractive men and women, or even people. So when they casually look around, if their ocular interaction with a man or woman's figure in one corner or end of the space amounts to something more than a glance, they make up for it by looking at the other corner or end, to establish a lack of interest or curiosity. If that end or corner too holds a man or woman's figure, and the visual moment transcends a glance, then that person would fall into vicious survey. He would not be able to contemplate or concentrate, and would survey the place continuously until the world is desolate again.
Pandu thought he would sit in the park for a long time, but he yielded to a vicious survey of the place and had to come back to his room, either out of pain in the neck or plain disgust, or both. Same happened to his house-mate Chaman in the pub.
by moul June 3, 2014
While sitting in a public space, especially where all or most are sitting and shall be sitting for while, one can succumb to vicious survey. This happens to people who are old or complicated or conscientious or lonely enough to feel guilty about or be indifferent to watching attractive men and women, or even people. So when they casually look around, if their ocular interaction with a man or woman's figure in one corner or end of the space amounts to something more than a glance, they make up for it by looking at the other corner or end, to establish a lack of interest or curiosity. If that end or corner too holds a man or woman's figure, and the visual moment transcends a glance, then that person would fall into vicious survey. He would not be able to contemplate or concentrate, and would survey the place continuously until the world is desolate again.
Pandu thought he would sit in the park for a long time, but he yielded to a vicious survey of the place and had to come back to his room, either out of pain in the neck or plain disgust, or both.
by moul June 3, 2014
ManDate: Two, and only two straight single men (with great anxiety about the absence of love and women)---acquaintances but not great friends otherwise---meeting to talk, eat, smoke and drink. Each being extremely concerned about the satisfaction and enjoyment of the other on that day and munificent in spending, with a strong hint of enacting the rituals of lovers spending time together.
by moul April 15, 2014
When food loses its meaning for someone, either in terms of personal taste or social habit, under the condition of a general inability to find meaning in anything in the world, then one enters the absurd world of breakfast loop. Every meal all through the day and night appears to be your first meal of the day, as if you involuntarily respond to a long period of hunger or tiredness, while you have no conscious appraisal of hunger, food or time. A breakfast loop is very different from splurging on food or bulimic tendencies. Quite the opposite. It rather often accompanies monetary constraints or immigration melancholy, where one cannot eat what one likes eating, yet for the sake of a faint memory of the necessity of nutrition, maintains a tenuous relationship with food. A breakfast loop is tragic, not pathological.
Pandu: What are you eating Chaman-from-India? Do I notice ham and stolen raisin? At this time of the day? Suddenly?
Chaman: We are in this extortionate land of Western Europe, or are we in U.S.A?, Pandu-my-roommate-also-from India! Cold place, cold meat, cold salad, dry bread, cold again. I am in a breakfast loop!
Pandu: As long as you can send some money back home, Comrade!
Chaman: We are in this extortionate land of Western Europe, or are we in U.S.A?, Pandu-my-roommate-also-from India! Cold place, cold meat, cold salad, dry bread, cold again. I am in a breakfast loop!
Pandu: As long as you can send some money back home, Comrade!
by moul May 14, 2014