Crazy cold in Delhi...and catching a glimpse of families on road struggling through that pinching , bitter winter :(
That ice candy slowly melting away,
He stands watching helpless, tied, unable to sway.
Other kids, rushing towards that bell,
This flavor, no that one, to the ice-cream uncle, they yell.
That wistful look and that sudden guilt swung,
As Maa coughed,a darker crimson than candy,from her lungs.
Candy still melting,but something just froze,deep,very deep,
Wept a little,consoled maa,shooed away his bachpan,forced it to sleep.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
That Smile..
There...that is 100th. I so thought I would remain untouched by what is going around me.
And would not write anything that borders on morose even if its not such a sad thing in itself.
Also,I miss out on writing my 100th post on my new Kindle. Well that is partially because it
has not arrived in my hands. And partially because I am in one of those "I Think" modes...
After a lot of restraint and being unaffected by whatever happens,I succumb.
The nagging doubts,put to sleep,
That lethal injection,inserted,
Picked up pieces of me,from that heap,
Only the once still ticking,though interrupted.
Admists,hurrahs,my sighs,phews,unheard,
Those giggles,guffaws,muting those cries,
Skin irritated,but leaving those tears,untouched,
Long caged,those poor droplets of salt,independent,saying all rise
May be its not the day,to say it all,
Let the day be just smiles today,just today atleast,
For enough of wounds after every fall,
And this time,the smiles will be different,today I rest
And would not write anything that borders on morose even if its not such a sad thing in itself.
Also,I miss out on writing my 100th post on my new Kindle. Well that is partially because it
has not arrived in my hands. And partially because I am in one of those "I Think" modes...
After a lot of restraint and being unaffected by whatever happens,I succumb.
The nagging doubts,put to sleep,
That lethal injection,inserted,
Picked up pieces of me,from that heap,
Only the once still ticking,though interrupted.
Admists,hurrahs,my sighs,phews,unheard,
Those giggles,guffaws,muting those cries,
Skin irritated,but leaving those tears,untouched,
Long caged,those poor droplets of salt,independent,saying all rise
May be its not the day,to say it all,
Let the day be just smiles today,just today atleast,
For enough of wounds after every fall,
And this time,the smiles will be different,today I rest
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
How many??
I don't write movie or book reviews,but this is the closest I have come
to doing it.I am sure that I watched Hotel Rwanda pretty late,but just
in case you have not,its a personal recommendation.
Voices of some of the characters in my words...It is chaotic but then so
were the emotions...
This is not rain,mere drops of shame,
For no one and nothing could wash off this blame.
I was made to choose,one human over another,
Mere color to guide,humanity was to be smothered.
Removed the umbrella,blindfold blacked it out,
Sight of red tears blackened,Ah!!just couldn't block out that shout.
How many??
How many cries should I drink?
Before they taste just like water,
How many of these wounded bodies would make my soul shrink?
Before its all normal,this ghastly slaughter.
Just how many...how many bodies would push me off brink?
to doing it.I am sure that I watched Hotel Rwanda pretty late,but just
in case you have not,its a personal recommendation.
Voices of some of the characters in my words...It is chaotic but then so
were the emotions...
This is not rain,mere drops of shame,
For no one and nothing could wash off this blame.
I was made to choose,one human over another,
Mere color to guide,humanity was to be smothered.
Removed the umbrella,blindfold blacked it out,
Sight of red tears blackened,Ah!!just couldn't block out that shout.
How many??
How many cries should I drink?
Before they taste just like water,
How many of these wounded bodies would make my soul shrink?
Before its all normal,this ghastly slaughter.
Just how many...how many bodies would push me off brink?
Monday, December 27, 2010
Squatting....Does it hurt?
We like sitting.
There.
This was the single most important philosophical anecdote you will ever get.
Yes. Thanks to me.
This would be your torch light in India. Whether you are up against a bureaucracy,
a corporation,a babu,a boss anyone. We all like to sit.
Another piece of this anecdote is this.
We like squatting.
[For those of you who have a warped mind and have thought of 2 places where we sit
and squat the most, well, you just earned yourself the title of "The Sisquater".
For the simple minded,well,you are going to have to learn buddy.]
Wait.This is not complete. There is another part to it.
Sitters and Squatters are most often,a mutually exclusive bunch.
[There is an exception to that rule]
Any which way, if you really had the multitasking capabilities of reading this and
thinking at the same time,why the heck am I reading this,and,why on the planet would
someone write this,you lost that title from above.
You should have got it now.
But the nice hearted guy I am,here it goes.
You are from Rajasthan,aren't you?Words mingled with a dirty look asked me.
That menacing look was the look that Bhajji gave Srisanth,who,in my opinion
were on "non menacing look" terms till they were playing for team India.
Suddenly my friends,who were busy ignoring me through out the trisem (which is
as close to being on pleasant terms ) started giving me the stinker look which Bhajji
had given Sri during the "ModiMakesMoney Premier League".
However,there was no violence in my case.Not for some more time.
On my mildly autistic remark of praising Rajasthan and all things associated with it,
I was abruptly,and quite rudely I must add,given "talk to the hand" gesture.
"Your guys squatting,train delaying,Mommy waiting,Home needing.
These seemingly incomprehensible flinstonish phrases only reinforced my belief that
MBA does turn smart people into incoherent bozos.
It was only after 10 minutes of my expert deduction prowess and tapping my friends head
like Rakhi does to her dead children in Karan Arjun ( to snap them into life ) that I
figured the complete sentence.
Gujjars are squatting on the railway tracks,my train to Bombay is getting delayed and I
need to go home you dolt!
I smiled.
Like that guy who did something and achieved Zen ( was Buddha the last guy to get Zen?)
I started explaining my friend,the Sitter-Squatter philosophy.
I know its so intriguing that you are desperately scrolling down to figure it out.
Didn't I tell you I am a nice guy?Behold...
In our country we have a certain system called Democratic Marketing. No,its not democracy.
It doesn't matter what you studied dear.
It is democratic marketing and its not same as Kotler marketing.
And how.
You don't under promise and over deliver.You overtly over promise,and underly under deliver.
Customer is not the king.Customer is the squatter.Leader is the sitter.
There are no 4 P's here. Its 4 L's.
Lie.
Lie some more.
Lie again.
Lie.
So you see.Leaders lie to a tribe/cast/religion/region while they are standing.
Then they sit.We provide them with chairs.
Then we stand.Ask them for manifestation of lies they told us.And what they do.
They make us squat.
And in that eternal hope that we will share the chair back where we will be a little
more comfortable, we squat.Meanwhile pushing others from whatever state they are in to
this deadly mixture of states.
Denial and Squatting.
Denying that we did a huge mistake while we voted.To use a cliche,we literally voted our
casts instead of casting a vote.Denying the truth that squatting wont help.Denying that
it is only going to hurt more if the whole country squats.
Saddest thing ever.I even faked wiping off a tear drop while explaining this to my friend.
It took some time,vehement Buts and Nooo's from him but he got it.As he turned back,shutting
door on my face ( After all the good thing I do,door is what I get ) I bent my knees and tried squatting.
Tried to feel how my nation feels now,down on knees.
Does that hurt?
There.
This was the single most important philosophical anecdote you will ever get.
Yes. Thanks to me.
This would be your torch light in India. Whether you are up against a bureaucracy,
a corporation,a babu,a boss anyone. We all like to sit.
Another piece of this anecdote is this.
We like squatting.
[For those of you who have a warped mind and have thought of 2 places where we sit
and squat the most, well, you just earned yourself the title of "The Sisquater".
For the simple minded,well,you are going to have to learn buddy.]
Wait.This is not complete. There is another part to it.
Sitters and Squatters are most often,a mutually exclusive bunch.
[There is an exception to that rule]
Any which way, if you really had the multitasking capabilities of reading this and
thinking at the same time,why the heck am I reading this,and,why on the planet would
someone write this,you lost that title from above.
You should have got it now.
But the nice hearted guy I am,here it goes.
You are from Rajasthan,aren't you?Words mingled with a dirty look asked me.
That menacing look was the look that Bhajji gave Srisanth,who,in my opinion
were on "non menacing look" terms till they were playing for team India.
Suddenly my friends,who were busy ignoring me through out the trisem (which is
as close to being on pleasant terms ) started giving me the stinker look which Bhajji
had given Sri during the "ModiMakesMoney Premier League".
However,there was no violence in my case.Not for some more time.
On my mildly autistic remark of praising Rajasthan and all things associated with it,
I was abruptly,and quite rudely I must add,given "talk to the hand" gesture.
"Your guys squatting,train delaying,Mommy waiting,Home needing.
These seemingly incomprehensible flinstonish phrases only reinforced my belief that
MBA does turn smart people into incoherent bozos.
It was only after 10 minutes of my expert deduction prowess and tapping my friends head
like Rakhi does to her dead children in Karan Arjun ( to snap them into life ) that I
figured the complete sentence.
Gujjars are squatting on the railway tracks,my train to Bombay is getting delayed and I
need to go home you dolt!
I smiled.
Like that guy who did something and achieved Zen ( was Buddha the last guy to get Zen?)
I started explaining my friend,the Sitter-Squatter philosophy.
I know its so intriguing that you are desperately scrolling down to figure it out.
Didn't I tell you I am a nice guy?Behold...
In our country we have a certain system called Democratic Marketing. No,its not democracy.
It doesn't matter what you studied dear.
It is democratic marketing and its not same as Kotler marketing.
And how.
You don't under promise and over deliver.You overtly over promise,and underly under deliver.
Customer is not the king.Customer is the squatter.Leader is the sitter.
There are no 4 P's here. Its 4 L's.
Lie.
Lie some more.
Lie again.
Lie.
So you see.Leaders lie to a tribe/cast/religion/region while they are standing.
Then they sit.We provide them with chairs.
Then we stand.Ask them for manifestation of lies they told us.And what they do.
They make us squat.
And in that eternal hope that we will share the chair back where we will be a little
more comfortable, we squat.Meanwhile pushing others from whatever state they are in to
this deadly mixture of states.
Denial and Squatting.
Denying that we did a huge mistake while we voted.To use a cliche,we literally voted our
casts instead of casting a vote.Denying the truth that squatting wont help.Denying that
it is only going to hurt more if the whole country squats.
Saddest thing ever.I even faked wiping off a tear drop while explaining this to my friend.
It took some time,vehement Buts and Nooo's from him but he got it.As he turned back,shutting
door on my face ( After all the good thing I do,door is what I get ) I bent my knees and tried squatting.
Tried to feel how my nation feels now,down on knees.
Does that hurt?
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Grandpa...
Should have written this long back.
Just needed some time...Actually needed a break..
There is never a dearth of time no matter how busy you are.
Or so I believe...All I need is the illusion that I am off.
There are some people in life who are a symbol of constancy,
an anchor which you just need to hold on to when everything
else just seems to wobble.
My grandpa was such a personality.Everything about him was just
perfect.His routine,his life style,his achievements,his hobbies
and interests...just about everything.
Even his interest in religion was so clock worked that gods must
have felt bad if they didn't respond back to his timely prayers.
But as much as he was a firm believer in the divine,he was more
concerned with what was in front of him,the life as we see it now.
And when he left this place,he made sure that he was not
cremated,and that his body would be donated to a medical
school.
To be studied,understood and above all,imparted meaning to...
Isn't this all that matters...meaning...in your actions...
Grandpa...you extended that search for meaning longer than a lot of
people could even think of...Miss you...
Saw him there,day after day,
Shaping his life,from that baby's clay.
Those walks,silent,sprinkled with a question or two,
Always about future,steered clear of past,no rue.
Days,a clockwork,but never a clocks slave,
For Time,not his enemy,no actions,a close shave.
A pole star,sure,constant,guiding through dark,
I am a little lost Grandpa,trying,treading,tracing your marks...
Just needed some time...Actually needed a break..
There is never a dearth of time no matter how busy you are.
Or so I believe...All I need is the illusion that I am off.
There are some people in life who are a symbol of constancy,
an anchor which you just need to hold on to when everything
else just seems to wobble.
My grandpa was such a personality.Everything about him was just
perfect.His routine,his life style,his achievements,his hobbies
and interests...just about everything.
Even his interest in religion was so clock worked that gods must
have felt bad if they didn't respond back to his timely prayers.
But as much as he was a firm believer in the divine,he was more
concerned with what was in front of him,the life as we see it now.
And when he left this place,he made sure that he was not
cremated,and that his body would be donated to a medical
school.
To be studied,understood and above all,imparted meaning to...
Isn't this all that matters...meaning...in your actions...
Grandpa...you extended that search for meaning longer than a lot of
people could even think of...Miss you...
Saw him there,day after day,
Shaping his life,from that baby's clay.
Those walks,silent,sprinkled with a question or two,
Always about future,steered clear of past,no rue.
Days,a clockwork,but never a clocks slave,
For Time,not his enemy,no actions,a close shave.
A pole star,sure,constant,guiding through dark,
I am a little lost Grandpa,trying,treading,tracing your marks...
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Car...no windshield...
Again, one of those days when I write without an explanation or a prologue.
Pricks a little sharper,
Surface slightly more paler,
Initial Heights,targets,a little more steeper,
Sights,blurred,though wipers were rapidly clearing moisture.
Just one thing for me,this wide expanse,open field,
For everything has hit me,this car is without windshield...
Pricks a little sharper,
Surface slightly more paler,
Initial Heights,targets,a little more steeper,
Sights,blurred,though wipers were rapidly clearing moisture.
Just one thing for me,this wide expanse,open field,
For everything has hit me,this car is without windshield...
Friday, December 17, 2010
Fatty's Bday
I dont write about birthdays,we tend to make a big
deal out of them.I mean,it is okay to be happy but
hey,not that you did anything big right ( that line
had an ulterior motive of letting my friends know that
there is no birthday treat coming form my end...ever)
But this one is for Guneet Pal Singh Crazy.
Happy B'day...
Its like this craziness walking,
Laughing,shouting,cursing,belching.
Looking for something,a little light,a small ray,
Picks up everything embraces,that comes along the way.
Happy,always happy,rarely,but sometimes a little sad,
His depth,his good,unfathomable,thinks it kay to act bad.
Stay the same,keep the kid alive,shouting,laughing,new
For a part of us wishes,a little part of us should be you.
deal out of them.I mean,it is okay to be happy but
hey,not that you did anything big right ( that line
had an ulterior motive of letting my friends know that
there is no birthday treat coming form my end...ever)
But this one is for Guneet Pal Singh Crazy.
Happy B'day...
Its like this craziness walking,
Laughing,shouting,cursing,belching.
Looking for something,a little light,a small ray,
Picks up everything embraces,that comes along the way.
Happy,always happy,rarely,but sometimes a little sad,
His depth,his good,unfathomable,thinks it kay to act bad.
Stay the same,keep the kid alive,shouting,laughing,new
For a part of us wishes,a little part of us should be you.
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