24 December 2009
(Another Christmas Eve)
HE: Sitting across the same teak table that smelled so new just a year ago. It still smelled of the forest, not akin really, just old.
Another Christmas eve at Tarash's. And a completely new one altogether.
She was there, right there before my eyes, yet I needed to blink and make myself believe she really was.
She was going through their newest photo album. A dark purple book with a bluish tinge (like the colour of hurt) that had pictures of Baby, Tarash and Dina's newborn girl. I was just fiddling with my cell phone, pretending to attend an important business issue.
He had his arm around her and their fingers caressed the breadth of the photo album together. Last year, that arm was mine and Baby was inside Dina's belly. The excitement was something else last time. It was excitement for the last time.
Wait. She smiled. Wow! Last year that smile was mine.
She caught me looking at her. 'Look away', I told myself. Look away, I couldn't.
'Dude! Do you realize, it feels like WHAM wrote that song for you." Tarash whispered in my ears. His sweet little trivia didn't matter, didn't help, didn't change a single little thing.
The doorbell rang, Niha came in. I think I was waiting for her. Her blonde ringlets brushed against her steady collar bones. She was so gorgeous but why wasn't she looking it then.
(Born to german hippies who still preferred Mcleodganj for their abode, Niha lived and worked as a public relations executive in New Delhi. She spoke and abused fluently in hindi while she also made the lead of Haf Daugs, an amateur rock band. Niha got me a lot of attention and envy. She was so perfect, Niha, my girlfriend.)
She pressed her lips against my cheek bones. I put aside my cell phone and smiled.
No she did not look.
'Hi! Kite how've you been? Hey Shivie!' She turned to them.
Hi, there was no room for that hi last year. There was no Niha, no Shivie last year.
(Shivie was Kite's Collegue. The young talented editor of their paper. He was just a mention during the evening drives, a joke while we had dinner, an incident over the phone call, her boyfriend this Christmas eve. He sat there, right across the table, right across the tip of that natural crack running down the spine of Tarash and Dina's teak dinning table.)
Dinner was served, presents opened, good wine drowned, songs were sung and I looked at her. Her fingers brushed off the bits of hair like Christmas tree leaves that rested on his navy pull over. I looked at her. She noticed.
'Look away' I thought. Look away I couldn't.
She was Kite, wonderful Kite, vivacious Kite, KT for many, little Kittie for me and then she was Kite, just Kite, this Christmas eve. She had the same fragrance but I didn't know it anymore. The same girl, not mine anymore. Enough.
I looked at the giant grandfather clock resting around the corner. It was late. Very late.
'Time to go', I told myself.
'Coming?' I asked, looking at Niha. She was distracted from her play with Baby. She paused and came over to me. She smiled comfortingly as her slender arm slipped right through mine.
'Bye', Everyone said. And then another 'bye' followed alone. There was a familiar ring in that word. This one I knew. I turned around to look.
'Look away', I said to myself.
'Bye. Merry Christmas.' Look away I did.
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Hot Doug fantasy
Times are such that one leaves for work early in the day and returns late in the evening. That makes 6-7 hours of sleep and just about 2 or maximum three hours for reading or television. Not to mention the quick dinner or whatever you may call it in the middle.
Well, I aint no banker, engineer or some serious analyst but my work, mainly concerned with my frugal writing skills, keeps me at work for a considerable amount of time. When I return home, I watch a little bit of television while I eat. Last night I managed to catch a fairly interesting show on Travel & Living. It was a special show on, Hot Dogs sold across America.
So we stop at "Hot Doug's", an eatery in Chicago that subheads its rather connotative restaurant name with, "Sausage Superstore." Now this guy has been in business for God knows how years and there was all that history-geography of Doug's being rambled on for sometime. However what caught my notice was the menu. A wide variety of Hot Dogs, fresh-cut french fries and fountain soda feature the list. What is interesting though is that Mr. Doug likes to name his Hot Dogs after his favourite celebrities. So there is, The Elvis: Polish sausage - smoked and savoury just like the king at 2.50$, Keira Knighty (Formerly Jennifer Garner and Britney Spears): Fire dog - Mighty hot! at the same and Salma Hayek (formerly the Madonna, Raquel Welch and Ann Margaret): Andouille sausage - mighty, mighty, mighty hot! at a whopping 4$
Wow! What would you say to that? Well, our man Doug says, "He adores these lovely ladies."
Just imagine if Kiera Knightly was ever to visit Hot Doug's what would she say.
"I'd like a Keira Knightly, mighty hot or wait a minute.....(chew her lips, make tiny eyes) I think I'll have Salma Hayek - mighty, mighty, mighty hot. Er, excuse me does it come along with her delicious accent and luscious breasts?"
What if Madonna threw her leather clad legs up on the table, tilted her sombrero, pointed the 6 inch pencil heels at the menu and said, "Hey Doug, bring me Elvis' wiener, real hot and smoky! And throw some extra chilli will ya." Yikes!
Then Ann Margaret walks in, looks straight into Doug's eyes and says, "Don't go by the years sonny boy. Bring me the hottest. A Salma Hayek. Whopsie, that still would have been me had you ever learnt to spell c.l.a.s.s.i.c."
Ah well catching Mr. Doug's expression at that moment would be priceless.
In India, sausages are still commonly seen as firangi food and the only variety we get here is, "Madam, isspicy or plain?" But I strongly believe we too should have a sausage superstore like Doug's. With or without the celebrity names it don't matter. Though with the celebrity names it would be a lot more interesting.
Imagine a perfect Sunday afternoon in the spring time, just before summer kicks in, you walk in to our desi sausage superstore and ask for, ummm, lets say, "The Shahrukh - pure ham and cooked to perfection."
Or "The Bipasha Basu (Formerly Zeenat Aman and Rekha) - Mighty, mighty, mighty maal!
Or "The Kareena Kapoor for the novice dieters - Low fat, plain shit.
Or The BIG B - to satisfy your tall desires. (If at all you go by the paradigm - tall man, big feet, big...)
I swear to God I shall spend all weekends right there, ordering every Bipasha Basu that leaves the kitchen and amuse myself with the never-really-big-enough Big Bs.
At the end of the day, I give full credit to Mr. Doug for romanticising the oddly shaped things called sausages the way he has. I truly believe him when he says, "People find it hard to chose between children. I say that's easy but choosing between hot dogs...I don't know." I can see the glint of conviction in his eyes, just like the shine of pork fat on the fried sausages.
Well the celebrities may sure be used to fragrances, orchids and clothing lines being named after them but I don't know how kiera knightly, Salma Hayek, Kareena Kapoor or Shahrukh Khan would react to having their names immortalized by hot dogs at some eatery. Though had it been me in their place, I would certainly be overjoyed, thrilled and felt many notches cooler, with the honour bestowed upon me. I would go over to Doug's all the time, flash my brightest smile and say, "Hey Doug! Gimme a Sushmita: a lot too hot with a chilled bottle of beer."
Well, I aint no banker, engineer or some serious analyst but my work, mainly concerned with my frugal writing skills, keeps me at work for a considerable amount of time. When I return home, I watch a little bit of television while I eat. Last night I managed to catch a fairly interesting show on Travel & Living. It was a special show on, Hot Dogs sold across America.
So we stop at "Hot Doug's", an eatery in Chicago that subheads its rather connotative restaurant name with, "Sausage Superstore." Now this guy has been in business for God knows how years and there was all that history-geography of Doug's being rambled on for sometime. However what caught my notice was the menu. A wide variety of Hot Dogs, fresh-cut french fries and fountain soda feature the list. What is interesting though is that Mr. Doug likes to name his Hot Dogs after his favourite celebrities. So there is, The Elvis: Polish sausage - smoked and savoury just like the king at 2.50$, Keira Knighty (Formerly Jennifer Garner and Britney Spears): Fire dog - Mighty hot! at the same and Salma Hayek (formerly the Madonna, Raquel Welch and Ann Margaret): Andouille sausage - mighty, mighty, mighty hot! at a whopping 4$
Wow! What would you say to that? Well, our man Doug says, "He adores these lovely ladies."
Just imagine if Kiera Knightly was ever to visit Hot Doug's what would she say.
"I'd like a Keira Knightly, mighty hot or wait a minute.....(chew her lips, make tiny eyes) I think I'll have Salma Hayek - mighty, mighty, mighty hot. Er, excuse me does it come along with her delicious accent and luscious breasts?"
What if Madonna threw her leather clad legs up on the table, tilted her sombrero, pointed the 6 inch pencil heels at the menu and said, "Hey Doug, bring me Elvis' wiener, real hot and smoky! And throw some extra chilli will ya." Yikes!
Then Ann Margaret walks in, looks straight into Doug's eyes and says, "Don't go by the years sonny boy. Bring me the hottest. A Salma Hayek. Whopsie, that still would have been me had you ever learnt to spell c.l.a.s.s.i.c."
Ah well catching Mr. Doug's expression at that moment would be priceless.
In India, sausages are still commonly seen as firangi food and the only variety we get here is, "Madam, isspicy or plain?" But I strongly believe we too should have a sausage superstore like Doug's. With or without the celebrity names it don't matter. Though with the celebrity names it would be a lot more interesting.
Imagine a perfect Sunday afternoon in the spring time, just before summer kicks in, you walk in to our desi sausage superstore and ask for, ummm, lets say, "The Shahrukh - pure ham and cooked to perfection."
Or "The Bipasha Basu (Formerly Zeenat Aman and Rekha) - Mighty, mighty, mighty maal!
Or "The Kareena Kapoor for the novice dieters - Low fat, plain shit.
Or The BIG B - to satisfy your tall desires. (If at all you go by the paradigm - tall man, big feet, big...)
I swear to God I shall spend all weekends right there, ordering every Bipasha Basu that leaves the kitchen and amuse myself with the never-really-big-enough Big Bs.
At the end of the day, I give full credit to Mr. Doug for romanticising the oddly shaped things called sausages the way he has. I truly believe him when he says, "People find it hard to chose between children. I say that's easy but choosing between hot dogs...I don't know." I can see the glint of conviction in his eyes, just like the shine of pork fat on the fried sausages.
Well the celebrities may sure be used to fragrances, orchids and clothing lines being named after them but I don't know how kiera knightly, Salma Hayek, Kareena Kapoor or Shahrukh Khan would react to having their names immortalized by hot dogs at some eatery. Though had it been me in their place, I would certainly be overjoyed, thrilled and felt many notches cooler, with the honour bestowed upon me. I would go over to Doug's all the time, flash my brightest smile and say, "Hey Doug! Gimme a Sushmita: a lot too hot with a chilled bottle of beer."
Monday, July 06, 2009
Stollen stuff, merely for the lack of anthing better to do...
Ok so this is something I stole from another friend's blog. It's a series of rapid fire questions and they seem fun enough. Plus I have nothing better to do. So, here goes...
1. Last beverage? A bottle of Coke
2. Last phone call? Arnab Sen, 10 am, we fought over his facebook status msg :)
3. Last text message? Was last night, to Arnab Sen, about life and stuff.
4. Last song you listened to? Mr. Bojangles by Dylan
5. Last time you cried? Friday, secretly, because I made my first copy error and the Ad was up
on TOI.
HAVE YOU EVER:
6. Dated someone twice ? Nope
7. Been cheated on? Nope
8. Kissed someone & regretted it? Why, really? No.
9. Been depressed? Ummm...mildly yes.
10. Been drunk? Haha...totally. Last in Mcleodganj and it was all good.
11. LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS: Green, Black and Red
THIS PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:
12. Made new friends ? Sure
13. Fallen out of love? No
14. Laughed until you cried? Never
15. Met someone who changed you? Well, everyone important in my life tends to have some contribution to who I am. No one specific though.
16. Found out who your true friends were? Well as long as there's Arnab... :)
17. Found out someone was talking about you? Totally. So many times. Unavoidable isn't it.
18. Kissed a friend? Sure. All the time.
TRUTH:
19. How many kids do you want to have? Wow! I think one is good.
20. Do you have any pets ? Yes, fishes - 2 Black tetras called Telemachus, Telemachus
2 Sharpe tetra called Mirinda, Mirinda and 1 Buenos aires tetra called Achilles
They are gorgeous and I love 'em.
21. Do you want to change your name? Not at all. I love my name.
22. What did you do for your last birthday? I had chicken pox so I sulked and suffered but my awesome friends came over and made my day. Thanks Hakuhodo II and Arnab.
23. What time did you wake up today? 7:30 am to get ready for office. Urgh!
24. What were you doing at midnight last night? I was playing Galaxy Balls on my phone :)
25. Name something you CANNOT wait for ? A holiday with Sen.
26. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life? Nothing really...I am thankful for what I have.
27. What are you listening to right now ? Chan Chan - Buena Vista Social Club
28. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom ? If you consider vocal involvement during a Tom and Jerry show as talking to a Tom then yes.
29. What's getting on your nerves right now? The intern guy next to me who is sitting annoyingly in a sixty degree angle and intruding into my work station.
30. Whats your real name ? Sushmita
31. Hair color ? Screwed up black....thank you Noida water!
32. Long or short ? Longish
33. Height ? 5''2 1/2 Hahaha...the half is funny but I insist on having it mentioned.
34. Do you have a crush on someone? Right now? No
35. What do you like about yourself? I have an innate connect with dreams and i love it. I am also a little scared of it.
36. Piercings? Ears and nose
37. Tattoos? None as of now, though I think I'd like one.
38. Righty or lefty? Aw-righty baby!
FIRSTS :
39. First surgery? If ripping out precious ivory is surgery then I had mine when I was very little. 6-7 I guess.
40. First piercing? Ears, when I was 6 from a parlour called Bluemax in Calcutta
41. First best friend? Best friend...has to be Arijit aka Guddu...my partner in crime :)
42. First sport you joined? Roller Skating
43. First pet? My fishes...on my 23rd birthday, by Chintu Dahlin ;)
44. First vacation? To Calcutta at my Grandmother's place. It was a yearly ritual.
45. First concert? Was in school...I think I was in 12th. It was a rock concert by bands from various schools in Delhi.
46. First crush? Yikes! Ummm...never mind.
47. First alcohol drink? As bizarre as it may sound, it was a tequila shot on Kriti's 18th B'day.
RIGHT NOW:
48. Eating: Right now, longing for the finished Mc Vitties.
49. Drinking: Water
50. I'm about to: Get onto some real work.
51. Listening to? Supriya is playing Twist and I am almost breaking into a naagin dance.
52. Waiting for? The eve, to get together with Arnab.
YOUR FUTURE :
53. Want kids? Sure
54. Want to get married? Yes
55. Careers in mind? Advertising/Writing/ Film making
WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE SEX OF YOUR CHOOSING?
56. Lips or eyes? Eyes primarily, but lips follow.
57. Hugs or kisses? Kisses and hugs...Both
58. Shorter or taller? Totally taller
59. Older or Younger? Either way it doesn't matter.
60. Romantic or spontaneous? Spontaneous.
74. Nice stomach or nice arms? Ummm...Nice stomach, totally.
61. Tattoos or piercings? Tattoos.
62. Sensitive or loud? Whatever. Too much of both is annoying.
63. Hook-up or relationship? Depends really on many things.
64. Trouble maker or hesitant? Trouble maker...haha!
HAVE YOU EVER :
65. Kissed a stranger? No.
66. Drank hard liquor? Sure.
67. Lost glasses/contacts? I have perfect eyesight :)
68. Sex on first date? No.
69. Broken someone's heart? Yes. Which is not fun but sometimes you have to do what you need to do.
70. Had your own heart broken? Haha...ridiculous but yes.
71. Been arrested? Oh Gawd! NO.
72. Turned someone down? Many times.
73. Liked a friend that is a girl? Yes and most people know about it.
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
74. Yourself? Completely. Otherwise I would never get ahead in life. I trust me :)
75. Miracles? Happen. I believe...
76. Love at first sight? No. Attraction, yes.
77. Heaven? In the hardcore sense? Still confused actually. But somewhere I've been hegemonized to believe in it.
78. Santa Claus? Somewhere :)
79. Kissing on the first date? Depends...no big deal actually.
80. Angels? Haha...umm maybe.
ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
81. Is there one person you want to be with right now? Yes.
82. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? No.
83. Do you believe its possible to remain faithful forever? It's all in the mind. So if you are truly determined on making a relationship work then yes.
84. What's the one thing you cannot live without? My parents. I love them to bits.
85. Who's the most awesome kid ever? My niece, gorgeous miss Nayantara.
1. Last beverage? A bottle of Coke
2. Last phone call? Arnab Sen, 10 am, we fought over his facebook status msg :)
3. Last text message? Was last night, to Arnab Sen, about life and stuff.
4. Last song you listened to? Mr. Bojangles by Dylan
5. Last time you cried? Friday, secretly, because I made my first copy error and the Ad was up
on TOI.
HAVE YOU EVER:
6. Dated someone twice ? Nope
7. Been cheated on? Nope
8. Kissed someone & regretted it? Why, really? No.
9. Been depressed? Ummm...mildly yes.
10. Been drunk? Haha...totally. Last in Mcleodganj and it was all good.
11. LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS: Green, Black and Red
THIS PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:
12. Made new friends ? Sure
13. Fallen out of love? No
14. Laughed until you cried? Never
15. Met someone who changed you? Well, everyone important in my life tends to have some contribution to who I am. No one specific though.
16. Found out who your true friends were? Well as long as there's Arnab... :)
17. Found out someone was talking about you? Totally. So many times. Unavoidable isn't it.
18. Kissed a friend? Sure. All the time.
TRUTH:
19. How many kids do you want to have? Wow! I think one is good.
20. Do you have any pets ? Yes, fishes - 2 Black tetras called Telemachus, Telemachus
2 Sharpe tetra called Mirinda, Mirinda and 1 Buenos aires tetra called Achilles
They are gorgeous and I love 'em.
21. Do you want to change your name? Not at all. I love my name.
22. What did you do for your last birthday? I had chicken pox so I sulked and suffered but my awesome friends came over and made my day. Thanks Hakuhodo II and Arnab.
23. What time did you wake up today? 7:30 am to get ready for office. Urgh!
24. What were you doing at midnight last night? I was playing Galaxy Balls on my phone :)
25. Name something you CANNOT wait for ? A holiday with Sen.
26. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life? Nothing really...I am thankful for what I have.
27. What are you listening to right now ? Chan Chan - Buena Vista Social Club
28. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom ? If you consider vocal involvement during a Tom and Jerry show as talking to a Tom then yes.
29. What's getting on your nerves right now? The intern guy next to me who is sitting annoyingly in a sixty degree angle and intruding into my work station.
30. Whats your real name ? Sushmita
31. Hair color ? Screwed up black....thank you Noida water!
32. Long or short ? Longish
33. Height ? 5''2 1/2 Hahaha...the half is funny but I insist on having it mentioned.
34. Do you have a crush on someone? Right now? No
35. What do you like about yourself? I have an innate connect with dreams and i love it. I am also a little scared of it.
36. Piercings? Ears and nose
37. Tattoos? None as of now, though I think I'd like one.
38. Righty or lefty? Aw-righty baby!
FIRSTS :
39. First surgery? If ripping out precious ivory is surgery then I had mine when I was very little. 6-7 I guess.
40. First piercing? Ears, when I was 6 from a parlour called Bluemax in Calcutta
41. First best friend? Best friend...has to be Arijit aka Guddu...my partner in crime :)
42. First sport you joined? Roller Skating
43. First pet? My fishes...on my 23rd birthday, by Chintu Dahlin ;)
44. First vacation? To Calcutta at my Grandmother's place. It was a yearly ritual.
45. First concert? Was in school...I think I was in 12th. It was a rock concert by bands from various schools in Delhi.
46. First crush? Yikes! Ummm...never mind.
47. First alcohol drink? As bizarre as it may sound, it was a tequila shot on Kriti's 18th B'day.
RIGHT NOW:
48. Eating: Right now, longing for the finished Mc Vitties.
49. Drinking: Water
50. I'm about to: Get onto some real work.
51. Listening to? Supriya is playing Twist and I am almost breaking into a naagin dance.
52. Waiting for? The eve, to get together with Arnab.
YOUR FUTURE :
53. Want kids? Sure
54. Want to get married? Yes
55. Careers in mind? Advertising/Writing/ Film making
WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE SEX OF YOUR CHOOSING?
56. Lips or eyes? Eyes primarily, but lips follow.
57. Hugs or kisses? Kisses and hugs...Both
58. Shorter or taller? Totally taller
59. Older or Younger? Either way it doesn't matter.
60. Romantic or spontaneous? Spontaneous.
74. Nice stomach or nice arms? Ummm...Nice stomach, totally.
61. Tattoos or piercings? Tattoos.
62. Sensitive or loud? Whatever. Too much of both is annoying.
63. Hook-up or relationship? Depends really on many things.
64. Trouble maker or hesitant? Trouble maker...haha!
HAVE YOU EVER :
65. Kissed a stranger? No.
66. Drank hard liquor? Sure.
67. Lost glasses/contacts? I have perfect eyesight :)
68. Sex on first date? No.
69. Broken someone's heart? Yes. Which is not fun but sometimes you have to do what you need to do.
70. Had your own heart broken? Haha...ridiculous but yes.
71. Been arrested? Oh Gawd! NO.
72. Turned someone down? Many times.
73. Liked a friend that is a girl? Yes and most people know about it.
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
74. Yourself? Completely. Otherwise I would never get ahead in life. I trust me :)
75. Miracles? Happen. I believe...
76. Love at first sight? No. Attraction, yes.
77. Heaven? In the hardcore sense? Still confused actually. But somewhere I've been hegemonized to believe in it.
78. Santa Claus? Somewhere :)
79. Kissing on the first date? Depends...no big deal actually.
80. Angels? Haha...umm maybe.
ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
81. Is there one person you want to be with right now? Yes.
82. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? No.
83. Do you believe its possible to remain faithful forever? It's all in the mind. So if you are truly determined on making a relationship work then yes.
84. What's the one thing you cannot live without? My parents. I love them to bits.
85. Who's the most awesome kid ever? My niece, gorgeous miss Nayantara.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
"For heaven sake, stop wearing those navel flaunting clothes of yours." Barked Faima.
"Mom, this is the last thing I need before I leave home. Don't push me to get back at you. For all you know, this time around I may not come home at all."
That was enough for Faima to snap right back and for a few seconds she believed she didn't care.
"Get out! Right now. Out! and never show me your face again."
She didn't realize, she was the one who was getting pushed against the wall and made to do something she least desired.
Maneca stormed out, part happy, part astonished.
Faima was left crying, howling, but no one heard her. Not even her son. Her very own Maahid, the apple of her eye, the true reflection of her noble dead husband. The only one she had to love and to live with. He too was barely present, especially after the new wife.
Maahid and Faima were very close. Their hearts were connected to each other. They thought in one breath and lived under the same light. Maahid was different. He was much nicer once. Faima thought to herself. Those were the days when he loved that girl, that girl who always talked so sweetly and listened so alertly. That girl who took Faima as the center of the universe, Maahid, her moon and she was a celestial nymph. Oh! How wonderful it would have been, had Maahid married her. But she, she never spoke her mind and got packed off to neverland. And Maahid never proposed because Faima thought it was too soon. Faima remembered those days when Maahid was nursing a broken heart with whisky and marijuana. In no time did he find Pia. Pia, the girl who took over Maahid like he was possessed. Pia, who was like a Goddess, like fire, like magic. The woman who had lost her eyesight in a tragic accident when she was four and since then her other senses were hightened like nobody can imagine. So Maahid completely believed that sex with a blind woman would be like a dream and he must have gotten there very soon because ever since they got married, they hardly ever left the bed. The moaning and the panting was agonizing for Faima. They just wouldn't stop. Maneca was gone and it had been three whole days Maahid hadn't said a single word to his mother.
"Mom, this is the last thing I need before I leave home. Don't push me to get back at you. For all you know, this time around I may not come home at all."
That was enough for Faima to snap right back and for a few seconds she believed she didn't care.
"Get out! Right now. Out! and never show me your face again."
She didn't realize, she was the one who was getting pushed against the wall and made to do something she least desired.
Maneca stormed out, part happy, part astonished.
Faima was left crying, howling, but no one heard her. Not even her son. Her very own Maahid, the apple of her eye, the true reflection of her noble dead husband. The only one she had to love and to live with. He too was barely present, especially after the new wife.
Maahid and Faima were very close. Their hearts were connected to each other. They thought in one breath and lived under the same light. Maahid was different. He was much nicer once. Faima thought to herself. Those were the days when he loved that girl, that girl who always talked so sweetly and listened so alertly. That girl who took Faima as the center of the universe, Maahid, her moon and she was a celestial nymph. Oh! How wonderful it would have been, had Maahid married her. But she, she never spoke her mind and got packed off to neverland. And Maahid never proposed because Faima thought it was too soon. Faima remembered those days when Maahid was nursing a broken heart with whisky and marijuana. In no time did he find Pia. Pia, the girl who took over Maahid like he was possessed. Pia, who was like a Goddess, like fire, like magic. The woman who had lost her eyesight in a tragic accident when she was four and since then her other senses were hightened like nobody can imagine. So Maahid completely believed that sex with a blind woman would be like a dream and he must have gotten there very soon because ever since they got married, they hardly ever left the bed. The moaning and the panting was agonizing for Faima. They just wouldn't stop. Maneca was gone and it had been three whole days Maahid hadn't said a single word to his mother.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
The most remarkable people
I have never written about the people in my life. Only metaphorically maybe.
There are some people that come into our lives and change/affect it forever. And i mean it in a good way. So here are a few of those remarkable people who hold a significant post in my journey so far.
I must begin with the most interesting one of course. She is my friend from college a real eccentric creative, she is Tanvi Srivastava. Medusa like hair (but very gorgeous if you look closely) and the most endearing smile ever. We didn't start out as friends, she always seemed someone who was too uncaring at first. There was a mega drama about her becoming close friends with my closest friend that time. But it all worked out for the best. I can't recall when Tanvi and I became good friends but when it comes to her I love love love her completely. She is so full of ideas and best of all she is always out there executing them. Exceptionally creative, enthusiastic, massively intelligent, bizarre and fun! There are a ton of things that I'd like to write/say about "Tanno d" but just for the heck of keeping it short let me sum it up by saying that if I have a daughter I'd most definitely like her to grow up to be like Tanvi. I love u tanno d, you're awesome.....:)
Arijit Sengupta - My first real boss ever. It all started out with sitting on his seat and staring at his picture for a good long week, being judgemental and then finally meeting the "boss". I would say, may God bless every trainee with such a wonderful boss. He is a tough taskmaster sometimes but the ocean of talent and creativity in him is always awe inspiring. They say that if you think you are rich then look around and you'll know there is someone richer. Well when it comes to Arijit aka Furry I'd say just the same. If you think you are smart, hello...meet Arjit! In terms of creativity he is nonpareil and his work is seriously motivational. Not just that, he is an exceptionally nice guy and I think there is so much to learn from him. I miss you Furry, in office but I am super glad we became friends and I treasure you immensely.
How can I forget you Mr. Arjun k Puri, my bestest friend from school and probably the only bestest friend i ever had. Hmmm....our amusing story stands aside all of this, but the truth still remains that you have left a mark in my life and I fondly hold you close to me as the nicest person I've known, brilliant writer, determined and the most amazing friend ever. You deserve your fancy HSBC job, i am super proud. Love ya lots.
Mayank Gupta, for proving it that if you chase your dreams with great conviction you can make 'em come true. I hold you as my role model and completely hail before the great one. You know you are awesome!
Ms. HI or Hepzibah Israel....you probably don't even remember/know me but your lectures on Jane Eyre/Mill on the Floss/Orientalism has much more to do than just that. You are an emblem of a strong modern Indian woman. You were scary and bitchy at times but still....you are quite unforgettable.
Ha...finally! Last but completely top most in my life, Arnab Sen, my partner in crime, my soul mate. You were the college Casanova, the Bitch, the crazy competitive one but I always knew that the antithesis of all this is your significant other. When I think "Buddy", there's no one other than you I can really think of. We fight over smokes, we talk like there is a "topic diarrea", we sing like we are insane and bitch like there's no tomorrow. We are like two pirates (where i am the cool one). You are a great guy, very rare specimen of niceness still existing on earth. You make me hopeful. I think you are a promising journalist and a true intellectual. You are talented, determined, passionate, strong and supremely goofy! But best of all there's no one who can care about not just me but all their loved ones the way you do. Strange thing to say, but I love your complexion, makes you very ummm...haha..hot! Yeah I know there are a ton of women swooning over you and I think it's great cause those women have made one helluva choice! You know i love you like crazy. Stay mad always :)
There are some people that come into our lives and change/affect it forever. And i mean it in a good way. So here are a few of those remarkable people who hold a significant post in my journey so far.
I must begin with the most interesting one of course. She is my friend from college a real eccentric creative, she is Tanvi Srivastava. Medusa like hair (but very gorgeous if you look closely) and the most endearing smile ever. We didn't start out as friends, she always seemed someone who was too uncaring at first. There was a mega drama about her becoming close friends with my closest friend that time. But it all worked out for the best. I can't recall when Tanvi and I became good friends but when it comes to her I love love love her completely. She is so full of ideas and best of all she is always out there executing them. Exceptionally creative, enthusiastic, massively intelligent, bizarre and fun! There are a ton of things that I'd like to write/say about "Tanno d" but just for the heck of keeping it short let me sum it up by saying that if I have a daughter I'd most definitely like her to grow up to be like Tanvi. I love u tanno d, you're awesome.....:)
Arijit Sengupta - My first real boss ever. It all started out with sitting on his seat and staring at his picture for a good long week, being judgemental and then finally meeting the "boss". I would say, may God bless every trainee with such a wonderful boss. He is a tough taskmaster sometimes but the ocean of talent and creativity in him is always awe inspiring. They say that if you think you are rich then look around and you'll know there is someone richer. Well when it comes to Arijit aka Furry I'd say just the same. If you think you are smart, hello...meet Arjit! In terms of creativity he is nonpareil and his work is seriously motivational. Not just that, he is an exceptionally nice guy and I think there is so much to learn from him. I miss you Furry, in office but I am super glad we became friends and I treasure you immensely.
How can I forget you Mr. Arjun k Puri, my bestest friend from school and probably the only bestest friend i ever had. Hmmm....our amusing story stands aside all of this, but the truth still remains that you have left a mark in my life and I fondly hold you close to me as the nicest person I've known, brilliant writer, determined and the most amazing friend ever. You deserve your fancy HSBC job, i am super proud. Love ya lots.
Mayank Gupta, for proving it that if you chase your dreams with great conviction you can make 'em come true. I hold you as my role model and completely hail before the great one. You know you are awesome!
Ms. HI or Hepzibah Israel....you probably don't even remember/know me but your lectures on Jane Eyre/Mill on the Floss/Orientalism has much more to do than just that. You are an emblem of a strong modern Indian woman. You were scary and bitchy at times but still....you are quite unforgettable.
Ha...finally! Last but completely top most in my life, Arnab Sen, my partner in crime, my soul mate. You were the college Casanova, the Bitch, the crazy competitive one but I always knew that the antithesis of all this is your significant other. When I think "Buddy", there's no one other than you I can really think of. We fight over smokes, we talk like there is a "topic diarrea", we sing like we are insane and bitch like there's no tomorrow. We are like two pirates (where i am the cool one). You are a great guy, very rare specimen of niceness still existing on earth. You make me hopeful. I think you are a promising journalist and a true intellectual. You are talented, determined, passionate, strong and supremely goofy! But best of all there's no one who can care about not just me but all their loved ones the way you do. Strange thing to say, but I love your complexion, makes you very ummm...haha..hot! Yeah I know there are a ton of women swooning over you and I think it's great cause those women have made one helluva choice! You know i love you like crazy. Stay mad always :)
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Coming Home
Long years make memories dizzy. But they still exit.
Living in a completely different world and then coming back to where you started.
Not much of a big deal actually, people do it all the time (Without realizing the finer nuances).
Anticipation is what kills you. Anticipation not just about others, but about yourself.
Let my shoulders bear the weight of those two boys again. A feeling quite forgotten, just images remain. I can try and take myself back to that very moment, but just images remain.
The warmth of her fingers against my neck when we embrace in a thoughtless moment. The sweet taste of her mouth, that zing of the celestial currents bestowed on her lips. That very moment, that exact second, the very point when she bats her luscious lashes, and the anticipation of living it again.
All this and the fear of having lost it all. Coming home is hard, similar to your first sexual intercourse, but certainly harder. The good thing is, in "real life" the slow mo option has been already unchecked and before you know, you've arrived.
Living in a completely different world and then coming back to where you started.
Not much of a big deal actually, people do it all the time (Without realizing the finer nuances).
Anticipation is what kills you. Anticipation not just about others, but about yourself.
Let my shoulders bear the weight of those two boys again. A feeling quite forgotten, just images remain. I can try and take myself back to that very moment, but just images remain.
The warmth of her fingers against my neck when we embrace in a thoughtless moment. The sweet taste of her mouth, that zing of the celestial currents bestowed on her lips. That very moment, that exact second, the very point when she bats her luscious lashes, and the anticipation of living it again.
All this and the fear of having lost it all. Coming home is hard, similar to your first sexual intercourse, but certainly harder. The good thing is, in "real life" the slow mo option has been already unchecked and before you know, you've arrived.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Be alive while you are alive.
Don't mourn your death before you've died.
Love will come and love will go,
don't kill it through its drive.
Be alive while you are alive.
Every breath is a treat
every whimper, worth another try.
When you are cold or even if a hundred years old,
Thank god that you still thrive.
One eared, one legged or even if heartbroken,
be alive while you are alive.
Don't mourn your death before you've died.
Don't mourn your death before you've died.
Love will come and love will go,
don't kill it through its drive.
Be alive while you are alive.
Every breath is a treat
every whimper, worth another try.
When you are cold or even if a hundred years old,
Thank god that you still thrive.
One eared, one legged or even if heartbroken,
be alive while you are alive.
Don't mourn your death before you've died.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Monday, July 07, 2008
Rising alone, in a lonely morning of a crowded world.
Who is with who? It don't matter any more.
I am with who i chose to be with. Me.
She is all I've got.
I am not being tough on myself. Time is.
Uncreased, unspoilt, the crisp white sheet beside, lies gaping at me.
I have no answers and I've stopped asking questions.
Sleeping in a bed that forever feels cold.
Living in a world that forever feels numb.
Angry with myself but anger betrays me.
Anger coagulated, refuses to surge through my veins.
Trying hard but I feel I've never tried enough.
Its good to love yourself.
But the day you are left with your reflections, your shadows, your echoes and just that,
you know that solipsism is a punishment.
I laugh.
After all love and hate are the two sides of the same coin.
Who is with who? It don't matter any more.
I am with who i chose to be with. Me.
She is all I've got.
I am not being tough on myself. Time is.
Uncreased, unspoilt, the crisp white sheet beside, lies gaping at me.
I have no answers and I've stopped asking questions.
Sleeping in a bed that forever feels cold.
Living in a world that forever feels numb.
Angry with myself but anger betrays me.
Anger coagulated, refuses to surge through my veins.
Trying hard but I feel I've never tried enough.
Its good to love yourself.
But the day you are left with your reflections, your shadows, your echoes and just that,
you know that solipsism is a punishment.
I laugh.
After all love and hate are the two sides of the same coin.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Deconstruction of love, if i dare say it.
When you are in love there's is no ego, no pain, no hassle.
When you know you have someone, all you care bout is his love.
You pretend, you lie, you deny.
You may even try to complicate things.
But no matter how hard you try and how God damn badly you may wish,
the complications are all made up.
Love is not complicated. Its simple, its easy.
But its we who make it so difficult, so freaky, so awfully dreadful.
Its a human trait, a generic flaw in each human cell to never see things straight.
Love is when you doubt it, when you are never sure if, 'this is it'.
Love is not imposing, its just there when its there.
You can never force it to exist or force it to leave.
All it wants is for you to realize, in few of those sweet moments that its there.
It never asks for more but its misunderstood largely to have done that.
It never complains of rejection or celebrates conjunction.
That is basically done by people like you and me, not love.
But it is a little selfish i must say, because though it is mostly believed to be for someone else it actually is for you.
Love is a gift that is meant for you and you alone.
It is an experience meant entirely for you,
even though you may share it and celebrate it with fellow winners.
Of all accusations if i may agree, I would agree to just one thing...
Love tends to proliferate tremendous foolishness.
And I say, what the heck, there is no harm being a fool amidst a race of millions dying to be smart.
When you know you have someone, all you care bout is his love.
You pretend, you lie, you deny.
You may even try to complicate things.
But no matter how hard you try and how God damn badly you may wish,
the complications are all made up.
Love is not complicated. Its simple, its easy.
But its we who make it so difficult, so freaky, so awfully dreadful.
Its a human trait, a generic flaw in each human cell to never see things straight.
Love is when you doubt it, when you are never sure if, 'this is it'.
Love is not imposing, its just there when its there.
You can never force it to exist or force it to leave.
All it wants is for you to realize, in few of those sweet moments that its there.
It never asks for more but its misunderstood largely to have done that.
It never complains of rejection or celebrates conjunction.
That is basically done by people like you and me, not love.
But it is a little selfish i must say, because though it is mostly believed to be for someone else it actually is for you.
Love is a gift that is meant for you and you alone.
It is an experience meant entirely for you,
even though you may share it and celebrate it with fellow winners.
Of all accusations if i may agree, I would agree to just one thing...
Love tends to proliferate tremendous foolishness.
And I say, what the heck, there is no harm being a fool amidst a race of millions dying to be smart.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
A blazing flame,
a stirring whisper.
Behold; art thou an omen
or just a mere sign?
Buried within
the heart of seven deep oceans,
a secret untold;
malice of the greatest sinner.
The roar of the deadly beast,
and the dark tales unfold.
Frenzied, we search the light.
Art thou going to rid us,
redeem us of all crime?
Where is that divine glory,
when is the resurrection?
a stirring whisper.
Behold; art thou an omen
or just a mere sign?
Buried within
the heart of seven deep oceans,
a secret untold;
malice of the greatest sinner.
The roar of the deadly beast,
and the dark tales unfold.
Frenzied, we search the light.
Art thou going to rid us,
redeem us of all crime?
Where is that divine glory,
when is the resurrection?
Monday, March 17, 2008
Monday, January 07, 2008
The adventures of Harriet, Debra and Alexis
Harriet, Debra and Alexis had gone drinking with their friends the night before and when they returned home the sun was almost about to crack through the sky.
Debra collapsed and gave into the subtle seduction of sweet slumber, while Harriet and Alexis shamelessly exploited the web world. Not for long though, coz when they woke up it was way past midday. While the world was trickling into their dinning halls for luncheon, these girls fired sausages for the holy ceremony of breakfast!
Hours flew by and three corners of the room remained occupied by three bodies, heads dug deep into man's miracle - the laptop!
The silver shiny moon glistened in the sky, it was 11pm and it was time for the girls to venture out of their respective cosy corners for some dinner.
"Oh gawd we've been sitting at the same spot all day" said Debra.
"Not just that we've been on our laptops ever since then" added Alexis.
"Oh come on guys we did not budge from our spots because we were busy" said Harriet.
They really don't give a fuck about Delhi's late night orgy of patriarchy as they dare to step out at the oddest of hours in best of spirits.
Uncaring they walk the dark streets, get followed by a car, spot lecherous men, get into an auto, reach JNU, buy bidis and eat parathas cause that's just about what they can really afford.
As the bidis are lit up, the night is filled with faint aromas of fresh burning leaves. Highly natural, yet Debra couldn't resist to say that, "Aaah i can smell it. Feels like i am sitting with a bunch of rickshaw walas!"
They pride themselves over their courage to face the chilly winter nights of the capital city(that too in an auto) which actually is highly commendable and awfully insane. Get onto another and back again. This time, all awake, fingers clanking and heads dug deep into same ol laptop screens. One chatted, one socialized with random people, one wrote a blog post, made a sweet memory in her heart.
Debra collapsed and gave into the subtle seduction of sweet slumber, while Harriet and Alexis shamelessly exploited the web world. Not for long though, coz when they woke up it was way past midday. While the world was trickling into their dinning halls for luncheon, these girls fired sausages for the holy ceremony of breakfast!
Hours flew by and three corners of the room remained occupied by three bodies, heads dug deep into man's miracle - the laptop!
The silver shiny moon glistened in the sky, it was 11pm and it was time for the girls to venture out of their respective cosy corners for some dinner.
"Oh gawd we've been sitting at the same spot all day" said Debra.
"Not just that we've been on our laptops ever since then" added Alexis.
"Oh come on guys we did not budge from our spots because we were busy" said Harriet.
They really don't give a fuck about Delhi's late night orgy of patriarchy as they dare to step out at the oddest of hours in best of spirits.
Uncaring they walk the dark streets, get followed by a car, spot lecherous men, get into an auto, reach JNU, buy bidis and eat parathas cause that's just about what they can really afford.
As the bidis are lit up, the night is filled with faint aromas of fresh burning leaves. Highly natural, yet Debra couldn't resist to say that, "Aaah i can smell it. Feels like i am sitting with a bunch of rickshaw walas!"
They pride themselves over their courage to face the chilly winter nights of the capital city(that too in an auto) which actually is highly commendable and awfully insane. Get onto another and back again. This time, all awake, fingers clanking and heads dug deep into same ol laptop screens. One chatted, one socialized with random people, one wrote a blog post, made a sweet memory in her heart.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Yawn...
I have never blogged in pointers....however i think it kinda helps at times when you are too lazy to put down a holistic little creative piece. Bullshit to that! Sometimes you just wanna talk, and talk shit, talk in pointers and thank your dear buddy Anurag Kotoky for clearing your pointer inhibition!
Post August pandemonium....
1. Lost track of day and night.
2. Work is an obligation that must be finished before you surrender yourself to lord Bacchus.
3. Classes are meant to be walked out of after you've got attendance.
4. It is compulsory to then make a toast over some adrak wali chai.
5. Inevitable to find your friends from certain radio and television department to already be present there.
6. You may not have money for lunch but you must have money for cigarettes. In anycase murali might have written "udhar nahi chalega" but he doesnt really mean that, does he?
7. Great heated discussions over burning smokes on how someones gonna die because of their smoking habits and then wonder deep down inside that it could be you.
8. Get another smoke.
9. Plan to go out in the night, vaguely.
10. Clueless at 5:00 pm, chatting away to glory.
11. Lying on the grass, staring at the sky, listening to music, smoking more, smoking up if you get lucky.
12. 7:00 pm someone pulls you out and sends you off to the hostel, only to pack your things and leave.
13. Collect money, empty each little pocket with every little bit of chillar and get booze.
14. Still stuck with bluemoon....alas!
15. Drinking, drinking.....sloshed? maybe not.
16. Walk to JNU half alive, half dead but still craving butter chicken.
17. Eat, smoke, eat, have coffee, eat, smoke.
18. Walk......(maybe sing, at times when you really feel like/care to)
19. Reach base camp and crash with your fellow refugees...
20. Wake up.....of course you are late for first class. Might as well sleep more.
21. Balls to attendance.....(ummm....but we still do hope we make a 70%)
22. Reach college post lunch, hung over, wearing same old clothes, unbrushed, unkempt.
23. Hit tea point.....chai, sutta, more loans, more smokes, more talk.
It goes on....
Post August pandemonium....
1. Lost track of day and night.
2. Work is an obligation that must be finished before you surrender yourself to lord Bacchus.
3. Classes are meant to be walked out of after you've got attendance.
4. It is compulsory to then make a toast over some adrak wali chai.
5. Inevitable to find your friends from certain radio and television department to already be present there.
6. You may not have money for lunch but you must have money for cigarettes. In anycase murali might have written "udhar nahi chalega" but he doesnt really mean that, does he?
7. Great heated discussions over burning smokes on how someones gonna die because of their smoking habits and then wonder deep down inside that it could be you.
8. Get another smoke.
9. Plan to go out in the night, vaguely.
10. Clueless at 5:00 pm, chatting away to glory.
11. Lying on the grass, staring at the sky, listening to music, smoking more, smoking up if you get lucky.
12. 7:00 pm someone pulls you out and sends you off to the hostel, only to pack your things and leave.
13. Collect money, empty each little pocket with every little bit of chillar and get booze.
14. Still stuck with bluemoon....alas!
15. Drinking, drinking.....sloshed? maybe not.
16. Walk to JNU half alive, half dead but still craving butter chicken.
17. Eat, smoke, eat, have coffee, eat, smoke.
18. Walk......(maybe sing, at times when you really feel like/care to)
19. Reach base camp and crash with your fellow refugees...
20. Wake up.....of course you are late for first class. Might as well sleep more.
21. Balls to attendance.....(ummm....but we still do hope we make a 70%)
22. Reach college post lunch, hung over, wearing same old clothes, unbrushed, unkempt.
23. Hit tea point.....chai, sutta, more loans, more smokes, more talk.
It goes on....
Saturday, November 10, 2007
A Tribute
Faceless. Amorphous.
But i know you still exist.
To be or not be is the question.
To be, I say, you chose.
The horror the horror of going down the drain.
Little boy i know you still remain.
Nameless. Innocent. Sacred.
Today i name thee;
Son of God, you are called Christ.
You are the sufferer, the silent victim of time.
Wrath filled your heart maybe,
but little boy remember, that thy mother had dearly loved thee.
And i know one day you shall return.....
(To Christ....with love)
But i know you still exist.
To be or not be is the question.
To be, I say, you chose.
The horror the horror of going down the drain.
Little boy i know you still remain.
Nameless. Innocent. Sacred.
Today i name thee;
Son of God, you are called Christ.
You are the sufferer, the silent victim of time.
Wrath filled your heart maybe,
but little boy remember, that thy mother had dearly loved thee.
And i know one day you shall return.....
(To Christ....with love)
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
The Hallucinations of the bong mind
This was probably the most wasted Pujo of my life. A complete shift of paradigm (Sam would say). I made two trips to CR park, which were strictly okay. The good thing about it is the fact that i did that probably after a decades time. The funny bit of this pujo was Gunjeet and Anush getting overly excited and then thoroughly bored. Prateek of course was oblivious to all of it.
I had fun because i had sunshine in my pocket all three days. Like I've always hated non-sunny days.....now i love sunny days even better.
My pujo was colourful....like Eastman coloured Hindi movies. Okay probably a lot more subtle, but then they percolated into each other to create the most psychedelic shades witnessed in the history of mankind.
I could also call the straw ride the best part of the pujo but i am tempted to say that my bloated gut amazed me beyond limits. And that, my friend is the best part of this pujo. There is of course much more to it but it is pretty pointless noting the pointless points. So the hallucinations of the bong mind pronounces this pujo to be......the most overwhelmingly random pujo of her life.
I had fun because i had sunshine in my pocket all three days. Like I've always hated non-sunny days.....now i love sunny days even better.
My pujo was colourful....like Eastman coloured Hindi movies. Okay probably a lot more subtle, but then they percolated into each other to create the most psychedelic shades witnessed in the history of mankind.
I could also call the straw ride the best part of the pujo but i am tempted to say that my bloated gut amazed me beyond limits. And that, my friend is the best part of this pujo. There is of course much more to it but it is pretty pointless noting the pointless points. So the hallucinations of the bong mind pronounces this pujo to be......the most overwhelmingly random pujo of her life.
Friday, July 06, 2007
Does your tea smell like sex?
We aren't all tea drinkers in this world. Some say, "chai piyo mast jiyo", while for some it just ain't the taste that gets them going! Vir Sanghvi thinks that the mikaibari darjeeling tea smells like sex but I think that ain't where it stops! If your tea liquor resembles the sight of a sun kissed early morning sky then it sure has got all the thrills of sex! Even the mere thought of dry tea leaves simmering under hot water, arouses all our senses. The tantalizing aroma of a bubbling hot pot of tea is absolutely irresistible. The British gave it to us but i think we do the tea better than anyone. In India, tea can be found in its various avatars. While some like the sugary sweet, milky dhaba tea some would just reject it as sheer blasphemy! But I think each has its unique characteristics, and ruling it out simply on such grounds is unfair. One must be open to the various interpretations of the tea! After all we can't blatantly ignore the famous yak milk tea of Ladakh! Sources tell me that its salty and pretty disgusting to taste. Well i guess that's where the sex turns into a nightmare! But I am sure its got its fans too.
I think of tea as a must have for rainy days, along with hot boiled corn glazed with melted butter. I think of tea, as an indispensable companion of every Sunday evening get-together. I think of tea with a hint of fresh lemon grass when I am blue. I think of tea along with fragrant lime, mint leaves and crushed ice when its hot. I think of tea as the best part of every heated discussion. I think of tea to go along with warm cakes. I think of tea and roots of ginger as therapeutic on damp winter days. I think of tea, strongly made with generous quantities of milk and sugar when i am stressed. I think of tea in a large ceramic mug, warming my hands when i am contemplating. I think of tea accompanying a warm glowing cigarette pressed between my fingers. Its almost orgiastic! I think of tea as the scintillating mistress of the moon lit evenings. I think of tea, the very first thing every morning :)
I think of tea as a must have for rainy days, along with hot boiled corn glazed with melted butter. I think of tea, as an indispensable companion of every Sunday evening get-together. I think of tea with a hint of fresh lemon grass when I am blue. I think of tea along with fragrant lime, mint leaves and crushed ice when its hot. I think of tea as the best part of every heated discussion. I think of tea to go along with warm cakes. I think of tea and roots of ginger as therapeutic on damp winter days. I think of tea, strongly made with generous quantities of milk and sugar when i am stressed. I think of tea in a large ceramic mug, warming my hands when i am contemplating. I think of tea accompanying a warm glowing cigarette pressed between my fingers. Its almost orgiastic! I think of tea as the scintillating mistress of the moon lit evenings. I think of tea, the very first thing every morning :)
Thursday, July 05, 2007
One morning
Distances. It is only when the psychological one gets wider than the physical, that they bite! But then they say we are all just six degrees apart. She had just sat on that bench to catch her breath when she found herself sitting next to a tall gentleman, dark glasses, stern face. One could call him good looking if they please but she had seen better. It was a call from God she felt. After all she wasn't meant to die today. She slided herself towards him, and pretended to read out the newspaper lying next to him, while a couple of agitated ladies came by, glanced at them and moved on. Phew! There was a sigh of relief. She pulled it off after all, and all thanks to the lovely gentleman who played along, without budging even a limb in protest.
"Thanks sir!" She said in a haste and got up to leave when he grabbed her wrist and said, "Not so fast lady!"
Oh ow! That smelled trouble. He knew it all along, he was one of them. Yikes! She was so busted, she thought.
"Look sir, it is not my fault, i have not done anythin and you cannot touch me like that!" In one short breath she popped out the entire sentence. When she did that, she was always nervous. And when she got nervous, she always wrinkled her nose. And when her nose wrinkled, her eyes automatically shut themselves. But anyway, this guy won't let go.
"Hmmm thats interesting, i knew there was something wrong here. Otherwiseee...why would anyone suddenly read out the newspaper to me, when its not even mine?"
"Dumb logic. I like to read out aloud, especially newpapers. You've gotta problem with that, deal with it yourself." She was just about to shrug off when the brigade of agitated ladies returned on their course. She rushed back to the newspaper and the man.
"Please, just for a little while, stay shut." And she began her newspaper recital yet again.
Thankfully, soon enough the ladies trickled back into their homes like little rats and the newspaper recital, (by God's grace) was called off.
"So what is this all about?" asked the helpful bench man.
"Nothing, nothing really. Nothing that concerns you." She sounded stern. She tried hard to.
"Sure, all i gotta do is yell and you'll need to recourse your concern lady!"
Yup she was in trouble either way, so she'd rather tell her tale than not live another day to narrate it again.
"ummmm.....well." she began.
"Yeah i got that part."
"Hey! Would you first stop oggling at the sun. And its not even all that sunny as yet, I dunno why people think shades make them look cool."
"Unrelated," he sang out, "the story lady??"
She could kill herself. Who was she stuck with. Lord, why do you do this to me...she wondered!
"Okay, ummm...yeah i know u got that part. Ummm...yeah so as u can see I am obviously a...a...a......"
"Girl?"
"Yeah, that too but....ummm...nevermind that. So i was in that house. That one down the road...the red one."
"Aha...."
"And....a...a..i was sorta not supposed to be there. And this is not my first time there. Somehow his wife sorta found out about it and she kept a tab on him. And she was supposed to be outta town but i dunno from where she suddenly popped up, with all these women and baseball bats and saucepans, that i just opened my eyes and ran for my life." she paused, "yeahhh...thats pretty much it!
"Aha...so wife caught u in bed with husband and you ran for your life? Shouldn't the guy do that instead???"
"Yeahhhh......you could say that, but you know they could obviously call the cops. And that would just be disasterous for me. God knows for how long i'd have to be off job then."
"The worlds getting more and more bizzare each day!"
"Gosh, how old are you, hundred and eight?? Anyway, i am off now." She walked a few steps and paused. "But what is bizzare you know, is that you talking to me the entire time without looking at me, especially when you can see what...what i am. I don't know whether its a good thing or bad, coz it definitely says that you've got some kinda prob!"
"Firstly, I am not hundred and eight, just thirty two, three and two. And these glasses, they have nothing but hollow years behind them. I see you, I surely do. But all i know is, that to me, if you ask me, you look nice."
She felt her feet had suddenly frozen. But she decided to fade away. And before she did that, she turned around and said, "Nice. Thats a beautiful sound for these ears!"
"Thanks sir!" She said in a haste and got up to leave when he grabbed her wrist and said, "Not so fast lady!"
Oh ow! That smelled trouble. He knew it all along, he was one of them. Yikes! She was so busted, she thought.
"Look sir, it is not my fault, i have not done anythin and you cannot touch me like that!" In one short breath she popped out the entire sentence. When she did that, she was always nervous. And when she got nervous, she always wrinkled her nose. And when her nose wrinkled, her eyes automatically shut themselves. But anyway, this guy won't let go.
"Hmmm thats interesting, i knew there was something wrong here. Otherwiseee...why would anyone suddenly read out the newspaper to me, when its not even mine?"
"Dumb logic. I like to read out aloud, especially newpapers. You've gotta problem with that, deal with it yourself." She was just about to shrug off when the brigade of agitated ladies returned on their course. She rushed back to the newspaper and the man.
"Please, just for a little while, stay shut." And she began her newspaper recital yet again.
Thankfully, soon enough the ladies trickled back into their homes like little rats and the newspaper recital, (by God's grace) was called off.
"So what is this all about?" asked the helpful bench man.
"Nothing, nothing really. Nothing that concerns you." She sounded stern. She tried hard to.
"Sure, all i gotta do is yell and you'll need to recourse your concern lady!"
Yup she was in trouble either way, so she'd rather tell her tale than not live another day to narrate it again.
"ummmm.....well." she began.
"Yeah i got that part."
"Hey! Would you first stop oggling at the sun. And its not even all that sunny as yet, I dunno why people think shades make them look cool."
"Unrelated," he sang out, "the story lady??"
She could kill herself. Who was she stuck with. Lord, why do you do this to me...she wondered!
"Okay, ummm...yeah i know u got that part. Ummm...yeah so as u can see I am obviously a...a...a......"
"Girl?"
"Yeah, that too but....ummm...nevermind that. So i was in that house. That one down the road...the red one."
"Aha...."
"And....a...a..i was sorta not supposed to be there. And this is not my first time there. Somehow his wife sorta found out about it and she kept a tab on him. And she was supposed to be outta town but i dunno from where she suddenly popped up, with all these women and baseball bats and saucepans, that i just opened my eyes and ran for my life." she paused, "yeahhh...thats pretty much it!
"Aha...so wife caught u in bed with husband and you ran for your life? Shouldn't the guy do that instead???"
"Yeahhhh......you could say that, but you know they could obviously call the cops. And that would just be disasterous for me. God knows for how long i'd have to be off job then."
"The worlds getting more and more bizzare each day!"
"Gosh, how old are you, hundred and eight?? Anyway, i am off now." She walked a few steps and paused. "But what is bizzare you know, is that you talking to me the entire time without looking at me, especially when you can see what...what i am. I don't know whether its a good thing or bad, coz it definitely says that you've got some kinda prob!"
"Firstly, I am not hundred and eight, just thirty two, three and two. And these glasses, they have nothing but hollow years behind them. I see you, I surely do. But all i know is, that to me, if you ask me, you look nice."
She felt her feet had suddenly frozen. But she decided to fade away. And before she did that, she turned around and said, "Nice. Thats a beautiful sound for these ears!"
Sunday, July 01, 2007
The nicest sounds of the past....
The sounds of the past have an archaic shimmer in them. Its the shimmer of silver deposits that time besets upon it. And just like antiques their value only grows with every strike of the clock.While teaching Yeats, my proffessor once said that the best time for each of us to sit back and contemplate is at the time of the sunset. This is more or less a natural process and very often we unknowingly find ourselves doing the same. And it is during these dimly lit evenings, when the pink sky yawns over my head that I like to savour the best things in life. They could be thoughts, they could be memories, or probably just a simple cup of tea. But what i love most is humming those tunes of yester years that still glow in all our hearts with a fresh brightness. I am talking about the classics of Hindi Cinema, the undying sounds of the past.
I think my favourite songs as a child was waqt ne kiya. Of course its only later that i realised its deeper engravings. Another of my favourites would be aayega aane wala from mahal. This song is hair-raising. The whole enigmatic feel to it is beautiful, though its more because of the visuals than the songs.
Kishore Kumar and Madhubala's Haal kaisa hai janab ka, is one adorable song. Along with this, there is Acha ji main hari chalo. Similar themes, classic happy songs. The song I love love love is bhanwra bada nada aye. Its got a perky feel to it which is adorable. And the sexiest song ever is na jao sainya. I think i am yet to come across a better seductive song. Its simply beautiful. Chalte Chalte yunhi koi mil gaya tha, from Pakiza is again very close to me. It has a reverberative quality which is unusually good. Ek ladki bheegi bhagi si is a great playful song and kishore kumar makes it all the more wonderful. And that one song which is always fun to sing no matter what is...sar jo tera chakraye...ya dil dooba jaye...hehe! It is also very difficult to not mention songs like hum hai rahin pyar ke hum se kuch na boliye.....and hai apna dil to aawara naa jane kis pe aayega!
Moving on, theres one song that i really like.....tumne mujhe dekha..from teesri manzil. I have no idea why i like this song but i just do. With this i've got to mention oh mere sona re and aa ja piya tohe pyar du, pyar deewana hota hai, aayiye mehrban, aa janeja. Aayiye mehrban is another of those great tantalizing songs. My favourite song as a child.....raat akeli hai....a very cute song indeed. It has a lot of life in it. It has a feel of hot bubbling water, full of vigour! Bahon mein chale aao and roop tera mastana are almost everyone's all time favourites. These are irreplacale romantic songs! My list is going to be a long one i feel. There are so many more to go. Jhumka gira re, mera naam chin chin chu, hawa ke saath saath are some of the really fun songs! Hawa ke saath saath especially is a very fun song to sing along with someone who enjoys the song just as much! And the best song to sing while blowing out smoke rings is main zindagi ka saath nibha ta chala gaya...har fikr ko dhue me udata chala gaya! The song definitely has the cool factor goin along with it. Singing it while smoking always makes u a wee bit cooler and gives you a good psychological boost!Coming to my most favourite romantic song ever....i've gotta mention pal pal dil ke pas. It is such a fragrant song. It has an effect very close to what a bag of freshly crushed lavender would have. It makes you fall in love with the song itself! A little later there were songs like ek main aur ek tu...which were to die for. Outta the more recent old songs theres neela aasma from silsila, katra katra from ijaazat, khali haath sham aayi hai....i think gulzar makes the last to stand out even more. Well i guess thats about it but i'd mention my best loved song now, its mera kuch saman. The song tells a story and i just love it. There are many more, and i'll make an account of them later. For now..these are a few of my favourite sounds!!!
I think my favourite songs as a child was waqt ne kiya. Of course its only later that i realised its deeper engravings. Another of my favourites would be aayega aane wala from mahal. This song is hair-raising. The whole enigmatic feel to it is beautiful, though its more because of the visuals than the songs.
Kishore Kumar and Madhubala's Haal kaisa hai janab ka, is one adorable song. Along with this, there is Acha ji main hari chalo. Similar themes, classic happy songs. The song I love love love is bhanwra bada nada aye. Its got a perky feel to it which is adorable. And the sexiest song ever is na jao sainya. I think i am yet to come across a better seductive song. Its simply beautiful. Chalte Chalte yunhi koi mil gaya tha, from Pakiza is again very close to me. It has a reverberative quality which is unusually good. Ek ladki bheegi bhagi si is a great playful song and kishore kumar makes it all the more wonderful. And that one song which is always fun to sing no matter what is...sar jo tera chakraye...ya dil dooba jaye...hehe! It is also very difficult to not mention songs like hum hai rahin pyar ke hum se kuch na boliye.....and hai apna dil to aawara naa jane kis pe aayega!
Moving on, theres one song that i really like.....tumne mujhe dekha..from teesri manzil. I have no idea why i like this song but i just do. With this i've got to mention oh mere sona re and aa ja piya tohe pyar du, pyar deewana hota hai, aayiye mehrban, aa janeja. Aayiye mehrban is another of those great tantalizing songs. My favourite song as a child.....raat akeli hai....a very cute song indeed. It has a lot of life in it. It has a feel of hot bubbling water, full of vigour! Bahon mein chale aao and roop tera mastana are almost everyone's all time favourites. These are irreplacale romantic songs! My list is going to be a long one i feel. There are so many more to go. Jhumka gira re, mera naam chin chin chu, hawa ke saath saath are some of the really fun songs! Hawa ke saath saath especially is a very fun song to sing along with someone who enjoys the song just as much! And the best song to sing while blowing out smoke rings is main zindagi ka saath nibha ta chala gaya...har fikr ko dhue me udata chala gaya! The song definitely has the cool factor goin along with it. Singing it while smoking always makes u a wee bit cooler and gives you a good psychological boost!Coming to my most favourite romantic song ever....i've gotta mention pal pal dil ke pas. It is such a fragrant song. It has an effect very close to what a bag of freshly crushed lavender would have. It makes you fall in love with the song itself! A little later there were songs like ek main aur ek tu...which were to die for. Outta the more recent old songs theres neela aasma from silsila, katra katra from ijaazat, khali haath sham aayi hai....i think gulzar makes the last to stand out even more. Well i guess thats about it but i'd mention my best loved song now, its mera kuch saman. The song tells a story and i just love it. There are many more, and i'll make an account of them later. For now..these are a few of my favourite sounds!!!
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