sepia sunset over a barren terrain
auburn be my mood
meandering road
heaven at the horizon awaiting my arrival
red wine tingles as it slides down
facing a sea that i can only hear
alone in a place that surrounds me with strangers
starry starry night
escapade
away from regime
off duty
on vacation
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Monday, February 4, 2008
im loving it
have you ever felt like life just isnt heading anywhere?
but on the other hand you feel you have reached everywhere you wished to go
the feeling is sort of like being on an aeroplane that is so high up in the air and so close to its destination that it doesnt need to speed up or down...its just floats in air
and even though the destination is just below your feet, you wish to just stay afloat for a little while longer and watch the sunrise at the horizon
its been awhile since i have dreamt or thought or just sat in a space of my own, the only thing on my mind has been work and bed
but there are moments in my day that keep my mind from becoming a vegetable and thus saving me from turning out to be just one of those kids who complain about life and work!
im loving it!
but on the other hand you feel you have reached everywhere you wished to go
the feeling is sort of like being on an aeroplane that is so high up in the air and so close to its destination that it doesnt need to speed up or down...its just floats in air
and even though the destination is just below your feet, you wish to just stay afloat for a little while longer and watch the sunrise at the horizon
its been awhile since i have dreamt or thought or just sat in a space of my own, the only thing on my mind has been work and bed
but there are moments in my day that keep my mind from becoming a vegetable and thus saving me from turning out to be just one of those kids who complain about life and work!
im loving it!
Friday, October 26, 2007
ice cream
So shes walking down the road
V/o explaining her state of mind
where shes at right now in her life
where she comes from and
where she plans to go and
if she plans on going
visuals of people crossing her path
old fat punjabi lady with
shopping bags at crossroads
auto guy waiting near his ride
girl with ipod with bag walking home
couple arguing
traffic passing by
parking lights on
the smell of freshly rosted peanuts
music of the latest hindi flick
from a house
as she crosses the house she
notices white and blue balloons on the gate
There’s a party
She notices a father and child walking to this house
the kid is all dressed up, bow in her hair
she carries a big present,nearly1/2 her size
the father, looks flushed, he’s probably
thinking of all the pending chores back
at work
visuals of the party
balloons, kids, party hats, maybe even
one of those Mexican hanging donkeys
Oh no! kids today aren’t into those
It’s more about exercise for just the fingers
click mouses, playstations, x box
The party is good, that’s coz its an expensive one
The parents had to get an event co
to organize it. Has to be good.
“I’ve never partied like that.
I’m glad.”
So, the roads look festive
Everything is lit up for the
festival of lights
Trees have lights on them
Did they ever imagine they would spread the light
Did they ever imagine
The shops look like cherubic money eaters
sucking in all the aunties in the city
sucking out all the money from
fathers with flushed faces, like the one we
saw earlier
so she entered the atm
withdrew the money left in her account
stares at the guard with the big
moustache outside the atm
And continues walking
There are people all around her
with their stories
The beggar in his tattered clothes
dirty hair, bare feet with his unclean
toe nails, mutterng something about the world
Well, he could just be a detective
all in disguise
she read about this in an article
in one of those cosmopolitan
newspaper supplements
It was published with photographes
of the reporters in disguise
The photographs boost the mystery
The spies are hired by some
wealthy flushed face father
who pays him to spy on his wife
coz the father does nt have the time
for her
The guilt raises suspicion
An affair is what he fears
“I’m glad I’m ignorant to insecurity”
She stops to buy a smoke
she craves paan, oh the flavors
The paan walla looks at her and
asks if she wants a Calcutta
special paan
She nods and smiles
He tells his friend nearby ‘ I knew she was Bengali’
She gets that a lot
She isn’t Bengali
She stubs the cigarette
Enters the store to pay her bill
Leaves
They are having a conversation
They as n she and her friend
something about the moon being
closest to the earth in a 1000yrs
that day being today
She takes the katti roll, pays the guy
Sits by the road, deep in converse
When her friend points out to a dog
There he was, all puppy face
With a surprise down below
It had to be a dog
As she walked on by
She realized why she loved this city
This city wasn’t her home
but it gave her moments
The smell of the orange flowers on sale
The traffic jam on only one side of the road
The side that is homeward bound
The arguments, on two cars colliding
The old man listening to the score
over the radio
Everyones living a story
She buys an ice cream, flavored
tender coconut
That’s the highpoint of her day
Visuals of her eating the ice cream
talking, smiling, laughing
People cross her. “so how was your day?”
She asks her flush faced
boyfriend when he gets back
home that night.
V/o explaining her state of mind
where shes at right now in her life
where she comes from and
where she plans to go and
if she plans on going
visuals of people crossing her path
old fat punjabi lady with
shopping bags at crossroads
auto guy waiting near his ride
girl with ipod with bag walking home
couple arguing
traffic passing by
parking lights on
the smell of freshly rosted peanuts
music of the latest hindi flick
from a house
as she crosses the house she
notices white and blue balloons on the gate
There’s a party
She notices a father and child walking to this house
the kid is all dressed up, bow in her hair
she carries a big present,nearly1/2 her size
the father, looks flushed, he’s probably
thinking of all the pending chores back
at work
visuals of the party
balloons, kids, party hats, maybe even
one of those Mexican hanging donkeys
Oh no! kids today aren’t into those
It’s more about exercise for just the fingers
click mouses, playstations, x box
The party is good, that’s coz its an expensive one
The parents had to get an event co
to organize it. Has to be good.
“I’ve never partied like that.
I’m glad.”
So, the roads look festive
Everything is lit up for the
festival of lights
Trees have lights on them
Did they ever imagine they would spread the light
Did they ever imagine
The shops look like cherubic money eaters
sucking in all the aunties in the city
sucking out all the money from
fathers with flushed faces, like the one we
saw earlier
so she entered the atm
withdrew the money left in her account
stares at the guard with the big
moustache outside the atm
And continues walking
There are people all around her
with their stories
The beggar in his tattered clothes
dirty hair, bare feet with his unclean
toe nails, mutterng something about the world
Well, he could just be a detective
all in disguise
she read about this in an article
in one of those cosmopolitan
newspaper supplements
It was published with photographes
of the reporters in disguise
The photographs boost the mystery
The spies are hired by some
wealthy flushed face father
who pays him to spy on his wife
coz the father does nt have the time
for her
The guilt raises suspicion
An affair is what he fears
“I’m glad I’m ignorant to insecurity”
She stops to buy a smoke
she craves paan, oh the flavors
The paan walla looks at her and
asks if she wants a Calcutta
special paan
She nods and smiles
He tells his friend nearby ‘ I knew she was Bengali’
She gets that a lot
She isn’t Bengali
She stubs the cigarette
Enters the store to pay her bill
Leaves
They are having a conversation
They as n she and her friend
something about the moon being
closest to the earth in a 1000yrs
that day being today
She takes the katti roll, pays the guy
Sits by the road, deep in converse
When her friend points out to a dog
There he was, all puppy face
With a surprise down below
It had to be a dog
As she walked on by
She realized why she loved this city
This city wasn’t her home
but it gave her moments
The smell of the orange flowers on sale
The traffic jam on only one side of the road
The side that is homeward bound
The arguments, on two cars colliding
The old man listening to the score
over the radio
Everyones living a story
She buys an ice cream, flavored
tender coconut
That’s the highpoint of her day
Visuals of her eating the ice cream
talking, smiling, laughing
People cross her. “so how was your day?”
She asks her flush faced
boyfriend when he gets back
home that night.
Saturday, September 8, 2007
namesake
I took and auto with my aunt to see her off at the airport. Got off, had one kappi (Nescafe!), smoke and conversation before she went in. I walk upto three auto guys and tell them where I need to go, each didn’t want to go in that direction, so, I waited for another auto guy for about 5 mins. Nothing in sight! Finally one of the first guys I had asked started his auto and drove upto where I was standing and said ‘bhetiye madam’ (please sit). The only thought that crossed my mind was that,if I had been in chennai(purposely using chennai coz that name is what makes me indifferent to that city – madras is home, it’s a place I know but chennai is a city I don’t relate to) then I would first have to argue with an auto guy for a rate then he will finally decide he doesn’t want to head in that direction and if I had been stuck waiting for another auto, he wouldn’t ever think of just taking me where I needed to go. he would just park up next to me and be completely indifferent to my anxious wait for another auto. This guy offered to take me where I had to go and ritually turned the meter. This is the real Bombay. It does have a heart.
You need to live here to realize it the mumbai the rest of the country or metros read hear or see is just a percentage, that plays minimum role in giving this city character but that what the rest of ‘em get to see and therefore stereotype the city to what they see of it.
I cannot generalize and say that Bombay is this and madras is like that. Both cities are made up of different kinds of people, each city with its share of past, different politics and different lifestyles. It’s the lifestyle you lead in both cities that makes the person and not the city . the spunk of Bombay is that it enables you to live the way you want to based on the choices you make but with madras your choices will be a neighborhood discussion. Since Bombay gives you the freedom of choice, it carries extremely different people who have learnt to live and survive independently and just co “exist”.im not pro Bombay and I love madras, but im just sick of listening to so many friends and people complain about Bombay without even living here and just base their theory on people they have met from Bombay (who apparently they don’t like). Yes!, this city is bizarrely humungous and travel and getting around is quite an experience to get used to. this also being one of the reason that people don’t have time to just spend time with each other or just probably catch up for a smoke or just do sunday afternoon beer. So invariably everyone is alone and being alone makes you hard. Being hard not necessarily means your soul is dead. The auto guy had soul. He is also mumbai.
You need to live here to realize it the mumbai the rest of the country or metros read hear or see is just a percentage, that plays minimum role in giving this city character but that what the rest of ‘em get to see and therefore stereotype the city to what they see of it.
I cannot generalize and say that Bombay is this and madras is like that. Both cities are made up of different kinds of people, each city with its share of past, different politics and different lifestyles. It’s the lifestyle you lead in both cities that makes the person and not the city . the spunk of Bombay is that it enables you to live the way you want to based on the choices you make but with madras your choices will be a neighborhood discussion. Since Bombay gives you the freedom of choice, it carries extremely different people who have learnt to live and survive independently and just co “exist”.im not pro Bombay and I love madras, but im just sick of listening to so many friends and people complain about Bombay without even living here and just base their theory on people they have met from Bombay (who apparently they don’t like). Yes!, this city is bizarrely humungous and travel and getting around is quite an experience to get used to. this also being one of the reason that people don’t have time to just spend time with each other or just probably catch up for a smoke or just do sunday afternoon beer. So invariably everyone is alone and being alone makes you hard. Being hard not necessarily means your soul is dead. The auto guy had soul. He is also mumbai.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
noise
its raining outside
the girl beside me chatters
dylans singing
a kid hums
my stomach growls
phones crying
cars reversing
chair squeaks
mom yells
aeroplane flying
footsteps
coins
drums
all these noises in my head
the girl beside me chatters
dylans singing
a kid hums
my stomach growls
phones crying
cars reversing
chair squeaks
mom yells
aeroplane flying
footsteps
coins
drums
all these noises in my head
Thursday, August 16, 2007
mine the donkey last
living in two worlds
mine and theirs
the gravitational force contrast
creating a vaccum in between
a space thats home to nothing
empy bliss
parallel lives
switch on to live in theirs
switch off to live in mine
but it is always mine the donkey last.
mine and theirs
the gravitational force contrast
creating a vaccum in between
a space thats home to nothing
empy bliss
parallel lives
switch on to live in theirs
switch off to live in mine
but it is always mine the donkey last.
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