Showing posts with label Just like that. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Just like that. Show all posts

Monday, 14 February 2011

Ek mulakat

Sadak ke kinare kal raat

Chalte chalte Main thahar gaya tha

Jaham mein kuch jajbat uthe the

Kavita ke bulbule ubhar rahe the


Jab main apni kavita likh raha tha

Woh mere aas paas mandra raha tha

Jab tak khel raha tha woh apne aap se

Main bhi chup tha, magan apne aap mein


Achanak use khelne ka mood aaya

Haule se mere haath pe woh lehraya

Khushi khushi usne ek dankh maara

Khud ki jeet ka mano jhanda pheraya


Aankhen thodi num hui! Uff yeh kya dard hua!

Maine socha meri kavita mein yeh asar tha

Kaash! yeh mera sapna sach hota

Hothon pe aah, maathe pe pasina na hota


Aakhon mein paani samet ke dekha

Ek macchar baitha mere haath pe tha

Mera khoon chuskar... *@$@!

Kha pikar masti mein leta tha


Itna sust ki woh ud bhi na paya

Jab maine ungli tale use dabaya

kitnon ke khoon kee nadi behne lagi

kuch boondein mere khoon kee bhi beh chali


uske nasht hote hi mera raavan so gaya

Tab maine socha iski jagah kaun lega

Kaun mere daye gaal ko sehlayega

Kaun mere baye pair ka jhoola jhoolega


Intejaar kuch naa karna tha mujhe

Palak jhapakne bhar ka faasla tha

Sahi samjha aapne doston.....

Ek naya macchar mere kaan mein

......... Gungunane laga tha!

Sunday, 11 April 2010

The frantic pace and the starved soul!

Its a new space for me to be in! A space where I feel so disconnected from the net these days...
I am wondering if i have reached a saturation point with all the information pouring in...
I am possibly driving myself nuts by too much work on the laptop...
I am tired and need a break on the seas or in highlands somewhere away from the humdrum....

The lure of the cities unknown...
I long to set sail for the lands unseen...
My mind wanders on the roads winding high...
I paint a picture of the valley beyond....

The meandering path beckons me
The trees are lush and tall rushing to meet the sky
I come to the edge only to be spell bound
Awed by the vast expanses

To take the bridge across
Or to descend to the valley below
To embrace the risk on the other side
Or to unfurl the mysteries of the deep
I am undecided, as yet!





Friday, 21 August 2009

Routines … love them or hate them…still follow them!

The Ganesh festival is round the corner. Across India and maybe even around the world this is one routine that all the Ganesh devotees love. My family celebrates the festival too! The preparations start much before the D-day at our place. Not so much in terms of making the goodies for the feast or the decorations for Ganesh murti. It’s more in terms of setting stage for the expected schedule of events that will unfold for the 2 days that the family meets. The time of puja, the lunchtime, the arguments over breakfast at Mani’s, the menu for Prasad lunch and everything else is absolutely predictable routine. The guest list is predictable, so are the entry and exit lines of the guests. The conversation topics of the close family are the same every year. The close circle enjoys taking pot shots at the distant relatives who drop in for Prasad. The relatives I am sure do the same, once they depart after feasting on the mouth-watering Prasad for lunch. Its absolute routine stuff. Nevertheless, it’s a routine that all of us enjoy! It starts with planning what will be the surprise announcements, which are privately circulated to all members of the family, who then suitably act surprised and happy for the announcements. It ends with all family members promising to plan a picnic so as to improve the bonding and declarations of keeping in touch!

Another interesting routine that we go through - en masse - starts unfolding in month of May. We start speculating the arrival of rains. Invariably the rains are late. Then we worry our heads over the delay and discuss the fall out of global warming. Finally when the rains arrive, we wish that it would stop raining so that life would be free of dirt, grime and rotting garbage. It does not end here. When the rains start receding we get into the famous panic of the lakes and water reservoirs not being full! The beautiful aspect of the rains is the almost routine rainy day picnic to a nearby hill-station, getting soaked to the last fibre and then huddling together for the steaming corn on the cob along with hot bhajiyas and a cup of cup. Wow!

Talking about picnics, I am reminded of the routine that my husband and I go through every 15 days of late. We talk about taking a vacation and the burning need to take time off from routine J Most of my friends also follow the routine of discussing and planning of a holiday for self and family. But none of us convert it into a reality! Most of us are at a stage in our careers where long absence is not possible OR may be dangerous ;). If all that is sorted, then we are faced with the challenge of coinciding the dates when all members can be away from their respective routines. So all in all, we have developed a routine of planning a holiday. Just to break the routine!

Some routines are traditional. For instance, every South Indian girl is enrolled in a dance and singing class as a matter of routine. It’s a given task, never questioned by anyone in the community. I have also seen them loving this routine. Or take the case of a routine enquiry thrown at all newlywed couples. Every couple faces the enquiry about when will they give the good news – read as expecting a baby - irrespective of caste, religion, geography and social status. The only change to this tradition, nowadays is the time when the enquiries start rolling in. In olden days the enquiry would start within 3 months of the marriage. Today the elders of the family are willing to hold their aspirations for as many as 5 years!

Some routines are customary. Like washing feet and covering your head before entering a place of worship, be it anywhere in India.

We are at times not even conscious of some of the routines that each one of us follows. One of them, I think is praying to the Almighty in times of difficulty and crisis. I know a lady who is a complete Atheist. She professes that she does not believe in the concept called God. So much so that when we were traveling to various locations in India, she refused to enter those places of interests i.e. monuments where people also pray and worship. I was surprised by this extreme display of atheist values. Yet, I saw her pray – which she denies – with her hands folded and clasped together, kneeling on the floor and eyes tightly shut, when her sister was supposedly caught in the recent terrorist attacks at a city hospital.

Some routines are fashionable. Like falling in love. Most of the population on this earth goes through motions of love in teens – used to be late teens in my time, but it is early teens these days. This routine is almost always accompanied by the high drama of parents not approving and the kidults (wonder who coined this word!) rebelling, followed by eventual fall out and settling down for more compatible acceptable prospects.

In my professional life, I have seen (and also been a party to!) folks invariably going through the routine of appreciating the previous employer as against the current one. I have observed that for most of us, the previous employer always seems to have the best practices and standard processes. It’s so convenient to forget that almost all of us are equally dissatisfied with the ex-employer while working there, isn’t it?

I use a routine to break the monotonous weekly routine. Confused? Don’t be. I am simply talking about my Saturday routine. I look forward to all Saturdays because it breaks the routine of the weekdays. It gives me respite from dancing to the tune of wall clock on weekdays. However, funnily enough, my Saturdays are also a routine. I get up late, laze in the bed, say bye to the husband, make myself a cup of tea, surf the net till I am hungry, fix a brunch, eat while watching TV and watch TV while dozing, almost reluctantly go into the bedroom and sleep soundly, until being rudely woken up by some caller… and so on and so forth. I simply love this routine Saturday. It’s my day!

I am sure all of us have personal routines that we enjoy. And I am not referring to the mundane routines of waking up, brushing teeth, crapping, having tea, taking shower, getting ready, going to work and so on till we sleep and wake up again. I am sure there are routines unique to every person. Be it a dance routine or an exercise regime or a visit to someone special or a shopping spree in weekend bazaars. It exists!

There is no escaping the routines. Its inevitable just like the seasonal routine of Nature around us. Its as true as the birth and death routine of life. We get bored of the routine and often feel like running away. We seek new things to do. We crave for adventure and challenge. We move to newer pastures. All to break from the routine! But there is no denying that inspite of all the breaks that we may take and new things that we may pursue, we still lapse into routines.

There is a comfort in it, isn’t it?

Wednesday, 19 August 2009

Perplexed




I feel perplexed, confounded, mystified, confused, at a loss, puzzled, baffled, bewildered or thrown! I feel different at different times or sometimes all this together. And then again I feel this and that too! In general the feeling is totally utterly all the things I said above. Why?

I mean what am I supposed to feel when I realize that random folks on the street are staring at my boobs? And they have various expressions on the face.

Expression one --- “?????”

Expression two – “!!”

Expression three – “@*&%$$^*@”

The above three are the most common discernable and oft repeated ones.

Other than this I feel utterly perplexed that SRK can get the media to dance and gets so much air time.. Whoa! He is on every FM station and every channel and every news paper shouting “Its no big deal”. Yeah! I believe that…

I am at a complete loss when people turn around and ask me, “what’s wrong with me?” Figure it out yourself man. How do I know what’s wrong with you when I don’t see anything right in the first place ... how do I know what’s your idea of right?

I am confused about why the local trains are smelling like Nilgiri(eucalyptus) oil these days and I am thrown by the number of people wearing masks while getting on the train, promptly removing it when asking for a seat and then putting it on while getting off the train.

It baffles me when my co-passenger asks me, “Are you Mulund?” Do I look like a suburban train station? It took me a while to figure out that the question is “Are you getting off at mulund?” which is invariably followed by a booking request for the seat that I occupy…And hold your breath, cause these days it’s also for a standing space on the foot board J

I am bewildered that a man hits a woman while they are walking down the pavement and neither breaks their stride… She says nothing and neither does he! Two minutes later they are sitting on the bench furtively smooching… beyond comprehension. Neither is more than late teens of age... Some passion, huh!

I am mystified that I have not yet learnt the art of talking without stopping to breath. Some folks do it , you see. And they talk for as much as 15 minutes non-stop. Try doing it for 5 minutes by the watch… I am certain most of you will be out of breath ....

I get thrown by folks who are blessed with an immune system as far sense of smell is concerned. These folks almost always decide to relax in an AC theater and start by taking off the shoes! Aaahhh … what a comfort it is ... the stench… Shudders. But that’s ok… for the blessed ones!

I am puzzled … cause I am now feeling great! Sharing does help…

So what if there are going to be more random folks staring with many expressions tomorrow ;) --- at least they get to see the most magnificent pair of twins around ..ha!ha!

Thursday, 13 August 2009

Feelings and More

Finally, I wrote something... Its been so long and I was getting worried whether I had recahed a permanent block. The famous writer's block and all that..

But no fear of that.

I have just written some stuff on my other blog. -- www.feelingsnmore.blogspot.com

Actually its the first post on what I plan to develope as a subject based blog. The subject is - applied behavioural science.

Having said that , rather written that let me share what else I have been writing.

And hold your breath.. I have also written a short story. Its really short ... just 7 pages! ;)

I will publish that after sometime, just so that I don't shock all my innumerable followers with the sheer creative brilliance..... Apne aap ko boost karne mein kya jaata hai. Mera blog hai ... main khuch bhi likhoon!

So long..... till the next post ......"A whisper on my lips"...

Psst... I am not finiding the courage to publish the story ... yet!

Saturday, 2 May 2009

Love - the basic emotion


A stray comment by one of my friends on my Facebook status triggered a thought on various meanings and concepts that surround the word love. I had written on the wall that I was feeling loved and young. To this one of the comments alluded that my husband was taking good care of me. There were others that were equally tongue in cheek and harbored around romance with the spouse. It leads me to conclude that mostly the top of the mind association of love is to a spouse/partner. I felt the romantic in my friends awaken. Some called and some wrote to me, but one thing was sure, I had touched a chord in some more hearts around me.  Everyone wanted a piece of that feeling. 

In reality, this feeling emerged from having had a wonderful time with a bunch of friends! I continue to feel the warmth and the love even two days after our sojourn. 

I have experienced love in many forms, many times! Sometimes as a receiver, sometimes as a giver, sometimes as a witness, sometimes in the flow of being and sometimes in loss. The first memory of love that I have is my grandfather sitting forward with his cheek almost flush to the ground, looking at me unblinkingly and waiting for me to wake up. He was visiting us in Gujarat and was meeting me after a separation of 15 months. They reached our place in the middle of the night. I was a baby and sleeping soundly. Mom told me later that he was sitting in one position for almost 6 hours for me to wake up and look at him. I do remember leaping with joy and hugging him as soon as I saw him. 

Recently, I experienced such love with my niece. She is so unpretentious and so completely trusting. I am just the same with her. We have a great time together and I look forward to being with her more oftten. In her playfulness I revisit the child in me. 

Both the memories above are linked to childhood. So is this form of love most valuable to me? The love that stems from innocence and is complete in its sharing may be the form of love that I cherish the most. 

Tuesday, 21 April 2009

Spring in my step

A spring in my step!

Life goes on my dears and how so… Well I find myself in a joyous state! Kyun?? Kyun bole toh aisaeech! Why should there be a reason to feel happy? I am happy cause, I had a great learning trip some time back and the after effects are still with me.

It’s going to be a fun weekend tasting wine. The countdown has begun. I am going to be with friends and have fun with homemade wine. Good Enuff to be happy, naa!

What else? I am happy because I see a change in the way the commuters on the train behave with each other. The usual garma-garami ; pull and push; frustrated mumbling seems to have made way for orderly getting on and off board. Only those who travel by Mumbai locals everyday can relate to my state of joy at this change. Furthermore, the lady near the door beckons to me and points to another one and says she is getting off at Ghatkopar, you can stand there! Wah, kya baat hai. I pinch myself thinking that I am dreaming. I look at my watch thinking that it’s a Saturday and I am on board a train by mistake. Neither is true. I am awake and it’s Monday. Smiles all the way…

I tune in to radio city and toggle between fever 104 and the city. Both play all my favourite melodies. The tracks disappear as the train flies to the destination. I am still humming the melody

Dhadkan Jaara Ruk Gayi hai
Kahi Zindagi Beh gayi haiPalkon mein yaadon ki doli
Bhitar Khishi haans rahi hai
Yeh khishi tum ho
tum hi tum meri janam
Karo Aitabaar...

Milte hi aakhon ne ...


Work is pure fun! Every paper seems to be in place; the meetings happen on schedule and end on schedule too! No complaints today…

What a beautiful day. I wind up work and decide to walk to the marine drive. 
I was to meet a dear friend. She calls and says, “Let’s meet at Eros”. Cool! I wait at the old landmark and am busy looking at the changing face of the road that was. When I was in college the road had shops with unassuming windows and drab displays. I had to climb a couple of steps to get into Croissants etc. Today it’s Kamdar and the french windows and display, beyond the window, in the shop is very inviting. While I am debating whether to get inside the shop, my friend turns up and much to my surprise with another dear friend! Too much.. lovey dovey scene ho gaya.

We go for an early dinner and freak out on some good veg stuff at Soam! Well, my husband is likely to say and also some other friends … "Veg?? Good stuff??? How can veg classify for good.. it's gotta be non-veg only" But what the heck… Its good stuff so its good. Who wants non-veg especially in the heat? Frankly, it was not about the food tonight. It was about catching up with friends after a really long time! We yapped and laughed and surprised each other.

The final stroke was getting an auto rickshaw that ran smoothly, no signals on the way, the meter reading correct fair. So I had a great day :)and the best is yet to come. 

Husband is making a cuppa chai for me :) :)

Aaj mein upar aasman niche
Aaj mein aage jaman hai peeche
Tell me O Khuda
Ab mein kya karoon...

My mum says apni khushi k nazar mat laga! So here’s the black lining to the silver cloud. Still no word from ….

Wednesday, 12 November 2008

When People Talk

When people talk do they have to go on and on?

I had a visitor to my desk today who spoke continuously for 20 minutes. And when he finally left 45 minutes later others on my team told me that I was spared easy, he being unwell. Phew! I had the choice to walk off but decided not to. One does not risk it with the guys who hold purse strings.

I have often wondered what is it that makes people talk so much. There are many kinds of folks. Some are informed and knowledgeable and have much to share. Some have nothing to share but enjoy listening to their own voice. Some feel that unless they repeat everything five times I will not comprehend what they want to say. And there are others who take pride in saying, “let me tell you”.

This last one always amuses me. What happens if I don’t let you…tell me … that is? Hee! Hee! I did that to one of the senior members of the family once. He complained to my dad and wrote off my parents for not having taught me manners. I was so happy. It was good riddens of bad rubbish! Till date!

I am curious about the ones who need to repeat what they say more than once. And this is not because I have not understood what they say. I am fairly ok in the department of grey cells and have no qualms in seeking clarifications when I do not follow what is being spoken. So I have concluded that such people have no confidence in their own oratory skills or articulation. I am also inclined to think that such folks are dim in head and often measure others by own yard stick. They cannot figure out what others are saying in the first attempt. So they assume that others are in the same boat.

The best conversations in my memory have been with people who can speak small simple sentences and are willing to listen as well as contribute with own thinking.
The best lectures and speeches have been where the speaker has established a dialogue with the audience. Fresh on my mind is US president-elect Barrack Obama. He talks to his people and the world around. He talks and seeks a response. And people listen to him transfixed!

There is so much joy in listening.

There is so much creativity in right words.

There is so much expression in poetry.

I feel sometimes that those who can speak abuse the gift of speech so much. We should declare it to be endangered art forms. At least, then I will not have to endure a bumbling oaf for 45 minutes…..

Saturday, 9 August 2008

The best day of my Life


Today is the best day of my life... :)

Birthdays are so special. The celebrations begin sometimes a week in advance, sometimes the day before. When I was a kid, I used to start my dance the month before. Planning what dress to buy , what gifts to give, what mom sjould cook for the party and who all should be caled for the party. Just the anticipation would fuel my energies for days. The enthusiasm, has not waned a bit since. I am just as happy to buy new clothes and plan party with friends.

So here's to me...

Happy birth day to MMMMMEEEEEE!

Tuesday, 8 July 2008

On losing it

I have lost it -- 5 kgs and 3 inches AND

Gulabjamuns .....
Rabadi ..............
Kulfi..................
sevai...................
tender coconut ice-cream...
hyderabadi biryani..........
kheema........................
fish n prawns n crabs..........

Will life return to normal ????

Sure, cause I have found a new strength and a lighter side of me! And a blog that talks all about food :)

Wednesday, 7 November 2007

My cherished friendships

I was reading a Perry Mason on Sunday. I read the last one a couple of years back and the first one was many moons ago. It was like meeting a friend, the first time and over the next few cases, we became pals and by the time I was through with the 10th case we were thick friends. This friendship grew over the years and I was as thrilled to revisit the books as I would be to meet my best friend. (She stays so far away! Seven seas separate us and we rarely meet OR even talk these days. But when we meet the years melt away within seconds. Its just a few days, by the way for us to meet, cause she is coming home... la..la..la..) This time around it was just the same. I find the gutsy lawyer to be so real. The narrative is like a perfect conversation. It’s like listening to a real person tell his daily experiences. That’s what I like the best!

Then there is the inimitable Jeeves with his adorable master Bertie. The two of them together have never ever stood me up. Sure shot “pick me up” jodi. Its so rare to find a person who will let you into his life the way Bertie does. And, boy do I enjoy transporting myself back to his idyllic world. Whether it is Blandings, London or at Aunt Gertrude's place, I feel at home!

In recent times, Harry has caught my attention. It’s like watching a young boy come of age and triumph over all the insecurities, injustice and what not. The narrative is completely riveting. Potter books have cast me in the role of a well-wisher, who is watching over from afar, elderly and distant. Yet living the emotions of a 10 year old and progressing with him through his teens, living his fears and experiencing his joys. Saddened by his failures, frustrated due to his foolhardiness, taking pride in his success! I got another world to live in…

There are others who keep popping in and out from the historicals! The dashing and handsome Count and the dark and mysterious Duke are ever so gallant and obliging. That is pure fantasy and fun…

And then there are Poirot and Holmes! My best friends! Thrilling personalities and ohh so clever ;) … You must meet them sometime…..