state of mind...hours of introspection (thinking a bit too much, basically)
my body...lacks sleep...what with me staying up like an owl
hooked to...writing poems....spontaneous overflow you see
now reading...Paulo Coelo's 'Pilgrimage'
learning...to accept my feelings and emotions for what they are
yearning to learn...the guitar (i'm still dying to lay my hands on one)
missing...giri...like never before...and my college
on a humming spree…with the song "sabse bada rupaiya" from Bluff Master
hate humming..."Kyon ki.." (all these sallu songs are a pain man)
latest favourite…"The reason is you" by Hoobastank
high on...totos...the music, the drinks and our loud behaviour
hung over...the terrible yahoo chats with giri...who the hell invented msgnr????
Hung over again...wine...SULA!! i confirmed to what u say roomi...queen of excess...as far as wine is concerned at least..
accessory for the week...my latest watch...i love the black dial
thinking...about getting my finances in order (and evade tax!!)
waiting...for december hysteria to take over (fun and partying is the order of the month)
drooling...over Gael Garcia Bernal (watch motorcycle diaries my friends)...he's got the most sincere pair of eyes...and an earnest smile..he is beautiful
excited about...my b'day!!! (also mom & dad's 25th marriage anniversary)
waiting to meet...reva...i can't wait any longer..i need to see you now
tired of...getting into these wierd situations with friends
proud of...my two little friends (who are getting promotions and jobs at express. kudos!!)
enlightenment quotient..."live only for the present because it will soon run into your future."
...that's my current status
...LiFe rOcKs...
Monday, December 05, 2005
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Secret
There it lies
Deep but not dark.
Hidden from the eye
that jumps to judge, and lurch
to smell and search.
Its sensuous presence
lives on in my soul.
Questioning my actions
dormant, but active.
A core within my core.
Swollen but not sore.
In a corner it sleeps
buried not forgotten.
Forgiven yet forbidden
to snow its face.
Tempting to uncover the past
running into the future,
holding on to mature.
You won't be killed,
you won't be stripped.
You'll continue to linger
in my senses, safe.
Provoking to keep more like you
in the coffin of my heart.
You are my twin slave,
you'll go with me to my grave.
Deep but not dark.
Hidden from the eye
that jumps to judge, and lurch
to smell and search.
Its sensuous presence
lives on in my soul.
Questioning my actions
dormant, but active.
A core within my core.
Swollen but not sore.
In a corner it sleeps
buried not forgotten.
Forgiven yet forbidden
to snow its face.
Tempting to uncover the past
running into the future,
holding on to mature.
You won't be killed,
you won't be stripped.
You'll continue to linger
in my senses, safe.
Provoking to keep more like you
in the coffin of my heart.
You are my twin slave,
you'll go with me to my grave.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Falling
A jump into a deep ravine
from over, and between two tall mountains.
Gravity pulling down,
and winds floating the bones.
Falling; exctasy running through my blood.
Falling; madness rushing through like a flood.
Feels like eternity,
Yearning for it to last beyond certainty.
Rising faster than going down,
Heart slower than the speed of descend.
Falling; rising beyond and above.
Falling; exalting love.
Fountain of the purest streams
Erupts through gliding weightless mass,
Cutting smooth like a butter knife
Taking the existance deeper and deeper.
Falling; a touch beneath the ground.
Falling; heaven bound.
Feet touch the farthest point,
Sending back up with equal force
That which now needs to rise again
To climb up to another fall.
Falling; a force.
Falling; into the source.
Rappling the zillionth time up that waterfall
To chase another wing of freedom.
Tired, yet when eyes look down again,
Energies lead soul to another fall.
Falling; numb release of the being
Falling; recurring freeing.
from over, and between two tall mountains.
Gravity pulling down,
and winds floating the bones.
Falling; exctasy running through my blood.
Falling; madness rushing through like a flood.
Feels like eternity,
Yearning for it to last beyond certainty.
Rising faster than going down,
Heart slower than the speed of descend.
Falling; rising beyond and above.
Falling; exalting love.
Fountain of the purest streams
Erupts through gliding weightless mass,
Cutting smooth like a butter knife
Taking the existance deeper and deeper.
Falling; a touch beneath the ground.
Falling; heaven bound.
Feet touch the farthest point,
Sending back up with equal force
That which now needs to rise again
To climb up to another fall.
Falling; a force.
Falling; into the source.
Rappling the zillionth time up that waterfall
To chase another wing of freedom.
Tired, yet when eyes look down again,
Energies lead soul to another fall.
Falling; numb release of the being
Falling; recurring freeing.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
ghosts
Doubts are like ghosts...
They make their presence felt from time to time.
They need attention.
They raise their ugly head whenever you fumble.
And these ghosts can ruin your relationships
if you don't exorcise them in time.
Communication is they key to laying these ghosts to rest.
Need to communicate with them and communicate about them to your partner.
That's the only way they vanish.
I drove away these ghosts two days back
when I communicated.
Things are much clearer and much brighter now.
What with me feeling like I've fallen in love all over again with the same person.
Truely Madly and Deeply!
Hey DDD...Do you remember this song?
No reason to crib, fret and feel insecure for some time now.
'Cause the reason for feeling all this was me.
But now for all that I feel....the reason is you.
They make their presence felt from time to time.
They need attention.
They raise their ugly head whenever you fumble.
And these ghosts can ruin your relationships
if you don't exorcise them in time.
Communication is they key to laying these ghosts to rest.
Need to communicate with them and communicate about them to your partner.
That's the only way they vanish.
I drove away these ghosts two days back
when I communicated.
Things are much clearer and much brighter now.
What with me feeling like I've fallen in love all over again with the same person.
Truely Madly and Deeply!
Hey DDD...Do you remember this song?
No reason to crib, fret and feel insecure for some time now.
'Cause the reason for feeling all this was me.
But now for all that I feel....the reason is you.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
relationships and all
Realisation is a state which comes to you when you
walk out of yourself and view yourself from a distance
and then dive inside yourself to experience that realisation.
Soul stirring confrontations in relationships often lead
you to that point where you stand face to face with
realisations about facts that always existed.
Only that you didn't walk out and dive within
to feel the presence of the issues you now deal with.
Relatonships. You are a part of them
and they are a part of you.
When you take away something that means
a lot to somebody you love,
a feeling of worthlessness creeps in.
When communication seizes to exist with the person you love
you wonder where all the love vanished.
When you are sorry but can't express it
because the guilt is too deep, you pick at
your and your loved ones' wounds.
When the hurt seems to fade and the relationship
lights up again you still feel something pulling you away
from the person you love till it hurts.
It still hurts you and the hurt pulls
you away for no reason at all.
You don't feel forgiven, even though the guilt is subsiding.
P.S: stirring incidents lead you to understand your relationships.
They wake you up from a kind of stupor.
walk out of yourself and view yourself from a distance
and then dive inside yourself to experience that realisation.
Soul stirring confrontations in relationships often lead
you to that point where you stand face to face with
realisations about facts that always existed.
Only that you didn't walk out and dive within
to feel the presence of the issues you now deal with.
Relatonships. You are a part of them
and they are a part of you.
When you take away something that means
a lot to somebody you love,
a feeling of worthlessness creeps in.
When communication seizes to exist with the person you love
you wonder where all the love vanished.
When you are sorry but can't express it
because the guilt is too deep, you pick at
your and your loved ones' wounds.
When the hurt seems to fade and the relationship
lights up again you still feel something pulling you away
from the person you love till it hurts.
It still hurts you and the hurt pulls
you away for no reason at all.
You don't feel forgiven, even though the guilt is subsiding.
P.S: stirring incidents lead you to understand your relationships.
They wake you up from a kind of stupor.
Monday, November 07, 2005
A walk in the clouds...
Hey i'm back in Mumbai after celebrating Diwali in Pune.
I love turning to Pune for a much needed break,
where I meet up with my good old school friends,
catch up with my college friends and
spend quality time with my family.
But the best part about my trip home this time
was the visit to my school.
I see my school whenever I am in Pune as it's just
two minutes away from my house.
But hadn't been inside for many years.
That afternoon I was just riding past the school
when I felt the urge to go inside.
The school was closed for vacations and there was
absolutely no body except the three kids
who were playing on the ground.
I stepped in and felt nice and cold.
I observed the campus where we used to have our tiffins.
The quadrangle where we attended the assembly.
The huge trees that stood around the ground.
The church, the place that urged me to bunk my classes
and read the bible,
(Unfortunately, it was locked and I couldn't go in).
The hall where we performed on stage, and cheered
and booed other's performances.
The grounds where we played everything
from dodge ball to hockey.
All these places had undergone minor changes
and a bit of renovation here and there
but there was no drastic change.
I was glad.
Then I stood in the quaudrangle and looked at
each of the closed doors, inside which I once sat.
I look at the one I sat in when I was in Junior KG and
surfed my eyes through all those classes I sat in till my 10th grade.
I couldn't walk in there as they were all locked.
That was the time when I felt like I wish I could go back
there and be part of a class;
Be a part of my batch mates, my teachers and my school.
I longed to sit on one of those benches and
be a school kid all over again.
I walked out of the gate blankly
and hoped to meet my teacher's, the ones that still remained
(as most of the teachers of my time had left),
the next time I visit the school.
Then I wished I had the power to relive these years at
Vidya Bhavan, the years that were the best days of my life,
at least once in my lifetime.
I love turning to Pune for a much needed break,
where I meet up with my good old school friends,
catch up with my college friends and
spend quality time with my family.
But the best part about my trip home this time
was the visit to my school.
I see my school whenever I am in Pune as it's just
two minutes away from my house.
But hadn't been inside for many years.
That afternoon I was just riding past the school
when I felt the urge to go inside.
The school was closed for vacations and there was
absolutely no body except the three kids
who were playing on the ground.
I stepped in and felt nice and cold.
I observed the campus where we used to have our tiffins.
The quadrangle where we attended the assembly.
The huge trees that stood around the ground.
The church, the place that urged me to bunk my classes
and read the bible,
(Unfortunately, it was locked and I couldn't go in).
The hall where we performed on stage, and cheered
and booed other's performances.
The grounds where we played everything
from dodge ball to hockey.
All these places had undergone minor changes
and a bit of renovation here and there
but there was no drastic change.
I was glad.
Then I stood in the quaudrangle and looked at
each of the closed doors, inside which I once sat.
I look at the one I sat in when I was in Junior KG and
surfed my eyes through all those classes I sat in till my 10th grade.
I couldn't walk in there as they were all locked.
That was the time when I felt like I wish I could go back
there and be part of a class;
Be a part of my batch mates, my teachers and my school.
I longed to sit on one of those benches and
be a school kid all over again.
I walked out of the gate blankly
and hoped to meet my teacher's, the ones that still remained
(as most of the teachers of my time had left),
the next time I visit the school.
Then I wished I had the power to relive these years at
Vidya Bhavan, the years that were the best days of my life,
at least once in my lifetime.
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Images of terror
I saw the images of the delhi blast on TV last night.
It was a regular after work night...
I watched TV over dinner,
when I saw people rushing for safe places,
injured people being brought into hospitals,
blood stained bodies,
people carrying the dead,
and people who have gone through pain and shock.
Delhi was shaken last night.
And many news channels said that Delhi was shaken
but the spirit of Delhiites wasn't.
Doesn't this sound like the recent Mumbai flood report?
Or the reportage straight from South America during Katrina?
Or was it what I saw on news channels during the London blasts?
Experiences are universal all over the world.
What we think of as our personal experiences are universal.
People go through the same fears, hopes, glory, failure and difficulties
in every part of the world.
What's so different about these blasts?
Sadly nothing.
We have got used to everything.
Be it natural calamities or tragedies of these kinds.
Media will write about the incident untill something else catches their fancy.
Politicians will make statements for a few days before they get
busy in their polictical game again.
People will panic for a few days but will get back to their normal life.
It' s true that we need to put things behind us and move on.
But what we do is, after we are shaken is, talk about it for a few days
and then everybody goes back into a kind of stupor till
something else wakes them up again.
We are fighting an invisible enemy.
What we need to do is make our intelligence agencies
sharper than the terrorist minds.
And have more stringent rules implemented against terrorists.
There are no straight answers
but whatever the answers are, they got to be universal.
It was a regular after work night...
I watched TV over dinner,
when I saw people rushing for safe places,
injured people being brought into hospitals,
blood stained bodies,
people carrying the dead,
and people who have gone through pain and shock.
Delhi was shaken last night.
And many news channels said that Delhi was shaken
but the spirit of Delhiites wasn't.
Doesn't this sound like the recent Mumbai flood report?
Or the reportage straight from South America during Katrina?
Or was it what I saw on news channels during the London blasts?
Experiences are universal all over the world.
What we think of as our personal experiences are universal.
People go through the same fears, hopes, glory, failure and difficulties
in every part of the world.
What's so different about these blasts?
Sadly nothing.
We have got used to everything.
Be it natural calamities or tragedies of these kinds.
Media will write about the incident untill something else catches their fancy.
Politicians will make statements for a few days before they get
busy in their polictical game again.
People will panic for a few days but will get back to their normal life.
It' s true that we need to put things behind us and move on.
But what we do is, after we are shaken is, talk about it for a few days
and then everybody goes back into a kind of stupor till
something else wakes them up again.
We are fighting an invisible enemy.
What we need to do is make our intelligence agencies
sharper than the terrorist minds.
And have more stringent rules implemented against terrorists.
There are no straight answers
but whatever the answers are, they got to be universal.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Once upon a time...
There she stood at the door.
I was high, so had to think hard to remember
that she was supposed to come over for the night.
I still remember when I first saw her few days back
she didn't look like someone who had gone through a lot in life.
Untill of course she shed tears over the thought
of being sent back to her husband and her verbalise her trauma.
There she was in front of me running away from somebody
who must resemble a demon or may be there was more it.
I think she was running away from the demons
in her past, running away from herself.
I asked her to come in. She looked tried.
I'm sure she was.
Walking out of the house one fine morning
and making a journey from Patna to Mumbai
was not something she did every other day!
She had landed here last Saturday.
She took a train and a flight
selling her jewellry to reach her destination, Mumbai.
Leaving her only child behind too!
that must have been tough I thought.
Once here she would get excited by little things.
The sea, the moon, the night life...
and other little things were enough to evoke the
feeling of a bird set free from the cage after years.
We spent one whole night out in Mumbai showing her
the flavour of the city because she didn't know
how long her freedom would last.
And we had a blast.
We drove from shooters to U Turn
to Juhu beach to versova rock beach
and even all the way to lonavla.
It is one night I will never forget.
Through out the night she laughed at
almost anything, she was soaking in
the life and beauty around her.
I gave her the bed sheet and pillow
asking her to relax.
I was groggy as it was past midnight.
I just imagined what the police might be thinking
at this moment.
Will they get hold of all of us and take her away?
They had landed at Janvi, Rahul and Deepak's
place in that evening.
That was why she was compelled to come
over to my place.
She couldn't possibly go back to Janvi's where
she had been living since she came,
the police could be on the look out.
I picked up my book, I was coming to the end
of the interesting tale.
She didn't sleep. Her eyes were sore.
She must have been weeping since she found out
that the police were after her and the people who
were helping her hide.
At that point I didn't even think that anything
would go wrong.
I woke up next morning, was just finishing
my elaborate breakfast when Janvi called.
"The cops had called up Rahul.
He's gone to meet them," she said.
Ok. Now what?
I was off without even considering
taking a bath.
We went down to Chembur police station
with the purpose of filing an NC.
Purna's brother-in-law had contacted
a social worker.
We had everything set. We'll file an NC
against her husband, get the support of an NGO
and then go to the police.
But when we reached nothing of that sort happened.
We couldn't file an NC and
the social worker didn't come down.
We wondered what to do, and at the same time
worried about Rahul and Deepak who had gone
missing since the cop's called them.
Their cell phones were swicthed off
and it had been hours since they last contacted us.
We walked to Kamat, a restaurant at Chembur Naka.
Janvi's mom decided to come there, with a
bag of clothes for the absconding girl, and also to see us.
Aunty was worried like hell.
Then came the much awaited call.
Rahul was on the line as relief replaced worry.
He asked us where we were and we told him.
He asked us to meet him at Cine Planet
and then he would tell us what the state of affairs was.
We decided to leave immediately.
Janvi's sis and brother-in-law came too.
So Janvi and I got into one rik,
and she, Janvi's sis and bro-in-law into another.
On the way I thought over things and told Janvi
that the cops wouldn't probably set them free
after hours of interrogation.
I sensed that something was fishy.
We decided to let her and others wait back in
a restaurant in Sion itslef while we meet rahul
and find out if everything's ok and we're safe.
Before we could think further we had reached.
We got down and walked towards a dead looking rahul.
He walked up to us and said, "It's all over. These
guys are crime branch people."
I looked and saw cops dressed in civil uniform
making their way towards us.
It was straight out of the movies!
I felt like shit. After all this, it's just over.
In minutes things were turned around.
We led the cops to her.
I couldn't stop the tears as I thought
what would happen to her now.
Janvi, I and she
sat into the police vehicle that
was to take us to the crime branch office.
The police told us that we need not go with
them to the police station.
Janvi too asked me to leave and
said that she could manage.
But I wanted to go.
In the beginning I wondered why Janvi did all this
for a stranger. Why didn't she just lead her own life?
I felt she had a big heart but still...whatever.
Today I couldn't explain why I had been caring for
a stranger since the day I met her.
I went.
Rahul and Deepak had been beaten.
Deepak had become unconscious and had been waiting
inside the police station for all this while.
Rahul's hands were stiff as the electric current
had passed through them.
These boys were fighting for her.
I was nervous as hell, so was everyone and of course
she was real jittery.
She didn't want to go back to a wife beating
husband, a sick and near death mother-in-law and
breathe the choking air that she had been taking in,
in the confines of the walls of what could in the least
be called home.
I'm sure that the picture of her little daughter
did flash in front of her eyes evey now and then.
Since we set foot in the crime branch office
everything started falling into place.
The police cooperated and listened to the story
behind the missing girl.
We had to sit for hours though, waiting
for things to be done and formalities to be completed.
We were worried about Deepak too.
I had met him just once before I think
and couldn't even recollect how he looked.
Yet I was worried.
He walked out of the room where they
keep the criminals as the formalities went on.
He looked like a wounded soldier, trying to
smile as he approached us.
Rahul and he had fought but had to tell the
truth at some point.
The pain must have been unimaginable.
Anyway the DCP had heard her out
and declared that she had come here
on her own will and that she couldn't
be taken away by anyone as she was an adult
and had the right to go wherever she chose.
That was it?
The police had made a fair decision I thought.
It kind of made me gain some faith in our crumbling system.
It's a democracy out here!
Though our dear social worker had to pull some strings
and speak to some top people to get the matter over
in a day's time.
The whole episode raises a lot of personal,
social and polictical issues in my head.
But can't get into all that right now.
Her husband? What about him?
Yes, she spoke to her husband in front of the DCP
and told him straight out that she didn't want to get back.
I had kind of tried to see the 40-year-old man
from the corner of the eye all the while.
For the first time I saw him properly as he walked out
of the DCP's office.
He and his sis tried to gain our sympathy and
convince her to get back with him.
He acted well I thought.
We just told him it was her decision and walked out.
As we drove out of the police station
at close to 9 pm, I thought to myself.
The fight has just begun for her.
My head was spinning by then, from the sleepless
night and the constant activity through out the day.
I don't want to think about how I reached home,
but I remember that I thought about a lot of things
through the long journey despite my
half drunk, half sleepy mind being tired.
P.S: One doesn't understand the importance of freedom
unless one has limits to overcome.
I was high, so had to think hard to remember
that she was supposed to come over for the night.
I still remember when I first saw her few days back
she didn't look like someone who had gone through a lot in life.
Untill of course she shed tears over the thought
of being sent back to her husband and her verbalise her trauma.
There she was in front of me running away from somebody
who must resemble a demon or may be there was more it.
I think she was running away from the demons
in her past, running away from herself.
I asked her to come in. She looked tried.
I'm sure she was.
Walking out of the house one fine morning
and making a journey from Patna to Mumbai
was not something she did every other day!
She had landed here last Saturday.
She took a train and a flight
selling her jewellry to reach her destination, Mumbai.
Leaving her only child behind too!
that must have been tough I thought.
Once here she would get excited by little things.
The sea, the moon, the night life...
and other little things were enough to evoke the
feeling of a bird set free from the cage after years.
We spent one whole night out in Mumbai showing her
the flavour of the city because she didn't know
how long her freedom would last.
And we had a blast.
We drove from shooters to U Turn
to Juhu beach to versova rock beach
and even all the way to lonavla.
It is one night I will never forget.
Through out the night she laughed at
almost anything, she was soaking in
the life and beauty around her.
I gave her the bed sheet and pillow
asking her to relax.
I was groggy as it was past midnight.
I just imagined what the police might be thinking
at this moment.
Will they get hold of all of us and take her away?
They had landed at Janvi, Rahul and Deepak's
place in that evening.
That was why she was compelled to come
over to my place.
She couldn't possibly go back to Janvi's where
she had been living since she came,
the police could be on the look out.
I picked up my book, I was coming to the end
of the interesting tale.
She didn't sleep. Her eyes were sore.
She must have been weeping since she found out
that the police were after her and the people who
were helping her hide.
At that point I didn't even think that anything
would go wrong.
I woke up next morning, was just finishing
my elaborate breakfast when Janvi called.
"The cops had called up Rahul.
He's gone to meet them," she said.
Ok. Now what?
I was off without even considering
taking a bath.
We went down to Chembur police station
with the purpose of filing an NC.
Purna's brother-in-law had contacted
a social worker.
We had everything set. We'll file an NC
against her husband, get the support of an NGO
and then go to the police.
But when we reached nothing of that sort happened.
We couldn't file an NC and
the social worker didn't come down.
We wondered what to do, and at the same time
worried about Rahul and Deepak who had gone
missing since the cop's called them.
Their cell phones were swicthed off
and it had been hours since they last contacted us.
We walked to Kamat, a restaurant at Chembur Naka.
Janvi's mom decided to come there, with a
bag of clothes for the absconding girl, and also to see us.
Aunty was worried like hell.
Then came the much awaited call.
Rahul was on the line as relief replaced worry.
He asked us where we were and we told him.
He asked us to meet him at Cine Planet
and then he would tell us what the state of affairs was.
We decided to leave immediately.
Janvi's sis and brother-in-law came too.
So Janvi and I got into one rik,
and she, Janvi's sis and bro-in-law into another.
On the way I thought over things and told Janvi
that the cops wouldn't probably set them free
after hours of interrogation.
I sensed that something was fishy.
We decided to let her and others wait back in
a restaurant in Sion itslef while we meet rahul
and find out if everything's ok and we're safe.
Before we could think further we had reached.
We got down and walked towards a dead looking rahul.
He walked up to us and said, "It's all over. These
guys are crime branch people."
I looked and saw cops dressed in civil uniform
making their way towards us.
It was straight out of the movies!
I felt like shit. After all this, it's just over.
In minutes things were turned around.
We led the cops to her.
I couldn't stop the tears as I thought
what would happen to her now.
Janvi, I and she
sat into the police vehicle that
was to take us to the crime branch office.
The police told us that we need not go with
them to the police station.
Janvi too asked me to leave and
said that she could manage.
But I wanted to go.
In the beginning I wondered why Janvi did all this
for a stranger. Why didn't she just lead her own life?
I felt she had a big heart but still...whatever.
Today I couldn't explain why I had been caring for
a stranger since the day I met her.
I went.
Rahul and Deepak had been beaten.
Deepak had become unconscious and had been waiting
inside the police station for all this while.
Rahul's hands were stiff as the electric current
had passed through them.
These boys were fighting for her.
I was nervous as hell, so was everyone and of course
she was real jittery.
She didn't want to go back to a wife beating
husband, a sick and near death mother-in-law and
breathe the choking air that she had been taking in,
in the confines of the walls of what could in the least
be called home.
I'm sure that the picture of her little daughter
did flash in front of her eyes evey now and then.
Since we set foot in the crime branch office
everything started falling into place.
The police cooperated and listened to the story
behind the missing girl.
We had to sit for hours though, waiting
for things to be done and formalities to be completed.
We were worried about Deepak too.
I had met him just once before I think
and couldn't even recollect how he looked.
Yet I was worried.
He walked out of the room where they
keep the criminals as the formalities went on.
He looked like a wounded soldier, trying to
smile as he approached us.
Rahul and he had fought but had to tell the
truth at some point.
The pain must have been unimaginable.
Anyway the DCP had heard her out
and declared that she had come here
on her own will and that she couldn't
be taken away by anyone as she was an adult
and had the right to go wherever she chose.
That was it?
The police had made a fair decision I thought.
It kind of made me gain some faith in our crumbling system.
It's a democracy out here!
Though our dear social worker had to pull some strings
and speak to some top people to get the matter over
in a day's time.
The whole episode raises a lot of personal,
social and polictical issues in my head.
But can't get into all that right now.
Her husband? What about him?
Yes, she spoke to her husband in front of the DCP
and told him straight out that she didn't want to get back.
I had kind of tried to see the 40-year-old man
from the corner of the eye all the while.
For the first time I saw him properly as he walked out
of the DCP's office.
He and his sis tried to gain our sympathy and
convince her to get back with him.
He acted well I thought.
We just told him it was her decision and walked out.
As we drove out of the police station
at close to 9 pm, I thought to myself.
The fight has just begun for her.
My head was spinning by then, from the sleepless
night and the constant activity through out the day.
I don't want to think about how I reached home,
but I remember that I thought about a lot of things
through the long journey despite my
half drunk, half sleepy mind being tired.
P.S: One doesn't understand the importance of freedom
unless one has limits to overcome.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Five point someone
Five point someone is everybody's story!
I started relating to it from page 1
and that's the strongest point of the book.
You can relate to the story.
In any case I always tend to go off on a tangent
when I'm reading.
Start thinking of a similar situation or people in my life,
and sometimes even get into deep and insightful thinking
about philosophy and my life.
And then I have to shake myself out of it and
get back to the book.
Well, this is happening more often with this book.
The protagonists live in a hostel, doing all things they are
not supposed to be doing (like us).
There are three friends who don't do things without each other
(reminds me of aanch, somu and me).
The race for grades and the way they manage to
finish their assignments at the last minute all resemble
our combined and cooperative studies during the XIC days.
It reminds me of my own days when I made new friends.
The hostel life, the different species of profs,
the drinking and listening to Floyd and all....
are such a big part of our life in Mumbai.
The book has kind of inspired me to put my life and times
on paper and I keep thinking about all that I could write
and how I could express it in my book.
Contrary to popular perception
I'm sure my life would be an entertaining read.
There's a potential book within each one of us!
There's so much about me, the people I have met,
and the situations I have been in, in over two years
of my life in Mumbai that I think I could write a book
called "The Sea and Me"
or something even more corney!!
I started relating to it from page 1
and that's the strongest point of the book.
You can relate to the story.
In any case I always tend to go off on a tangent
when I'm reading.
Start thinking of a similar situation or people in my life,
and sometimes even get into deep and insightful thinking
about philosophy and my life.
And then I have to shake myself out of it and
get back to the book.
Well, this is happening more often with this book.
The protagonists live in a hostel, doing all things they are
not supposed to be doing (like us).
There are three friends who don't do things without each other
(reminds me of aanch, somu and me).
The race for grades and the way they manage to
finish their assignments at the last minute all resemble
our combined and cooperative studies during the XIC days.
It reminds me of my own days when I made new friends.
The hostel life, the different species of profs,
the drinking and listening to Floyd and all....
are such a big part of our life in Mumbai.
The book has kind of inspired me to put my life and times
on paper and I keep thinking about all that I could write
and how I could express it in my book.
Contrary to popular perception
I'm sure my life would be an entertaining read.
There's a potential book within each one of us!
There's so much about me, the people I have met,
and the situations I have been in, in over two years
of my life in Mumbai that I think I could write a book
called "The Sea and Me"
or something even more corney!!
Thursday, October 13, 2005
yoga..i missed u again
We missed yoga yet again and I'm
feeling terrible.
Not because I'm a fitness freak and hate missing
my excerise.
That's not me!!
But I just hate to miss something that I have enrolled myself for.
I have done that in the past and don't
want to repeat myself.
I just keep dreaming about Jal nidhi
(you put water through one nostril and letting it out from the other).
How clear did I feel after doing it just once that morning!
And since then I have been waiting to do it.
That's what is making me feel terrible.
I am just missing the surya namaskar and the Jal nidhi
that I have managed to do just once since I joined.
I still remember how we three excited shishyas
reached the club for our first yoga lesson
that seems like the distant past when I begin to think
of what has become of us since then...
My room mates are of no help.
They never wake up themselves, leave alone waking me up.
Even if they do wake up...they go back to their
precious state of stupor.
God...only you can help me wake up in time
for my YOGA...Amen...
feeling terrible.
Not because I'm a fitness freak and hate missing
my excerise.
That's not me!!
But I just hate to miss something that I have enrolled myself for.
I have done that in the past and don't
want to repeat myself.
I just keep dreaming about Jal nidhi
(you put water through one nostril and letting it out from the other).
How clear did I feel after doing it just once that morning!
And since then I have been waiting to do it.
That's what is making me feel terrible.
I am just missing the surya namaskar and the Jal nidhi
that I have managed to do just once since I joined.
I still remember how we three excited shishyas
reached the club for our first yoga lesson
that seems like the distant past when I begin to think
of what has become of us since then...
My room mates are of no help.
They never wake up themselves, leave alone waking me up.
Even if they do wake up...they go back to their
precious state of stupor.
God...only you can help me wake up in time
for my YOGA...Amen...
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
She never sleeps
I slept at 4 am yesterday...
I had to finish reading "Catcher in the rye".
I had been carrying it with me every single day but
never read for more than 10-15 mins...at a stretch.
It was getting to me and finally I decided to get rid of it.
But as I neared the end...I felt like “No...
Why is it all coming to an end?”
I feel like this every time I read a decent book.
I feel like reading slower as I reach the last few pages
so that I could prolong the moment when I have to
put the book down.
It happens to me very often.
I feel like...there should've been more to read in this book.
Well, I mostly end all my books way into the night.
In any case I don't like to sleep...it's wasting precious time...
One should sleep only how much is necessary you know.
Staying up all night is not good for the body, I am aware.
But my mind is too funny.
It doesn't think about all that...when it's at it's best.
Sometimes it makes me read,
Sometimes it makes me roam around the house,
Like a ghost, makes me go through my stuff,
diaries, photo albums etc..etc…,
look for things to do…like eat may be..
or call or sms somebody.
Practically, it feels like doing everything but sleep.
No I’m not an insomniac; I don’t stay up till 4 am
every single night.
But I can’t be sleeping all that early.
What's the point in doing that anyway.
MISS MY MIND
I had to finish reading "Catcher in the rye".
I had been carrying it with me every single day but
never read for more than 10-15 mins...at a stretch.
It was getting to me and finally I decided to get rid of it.
But as I neared the end...I felt like “No...
Why is it all coming to an end?”
I feel like this every time I read a decent book.
I feel like reading slower as I reach the last few pages
so that I could prolong the moment when I have to
put the book down.
It happens to me very often.
I feel like...there should've been more to read in this book.
Well, I mostly end all my books way into the night.
In any case I don't like to sleep...it's wasting precious time...
One should sleep only how much is necessary you know.
Staying up all night is not good for the body, I am aware.
But my mind is too funny.
It doesn't think about all that...when it's at it's best.
Sometimes it makes me read,
Sometimes it makes me roam around the house,
Like a ghost, makes me go through my stuff,
diaries, photo albums etc..etc…,
look for things to do…like eat may be..
or call or sms somebody.
Practically, it feels like doing everything but sleep.
No I’m not an insomniac; I don’t stay up till 4 am
every single night.
But I can’t be sleeping all that early.
What's the point in doing that anyway.
MISS MY MIND
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
A Part Of Me Is Missing
I feel your presence.
But when I look for you
I don't find you.
Every place shows me your picture
Every song hums your tune
And remind me you are not around.
I can see you standing there
Saying something I dread to hear.
I avoid seeing you in the eye,
You might just spot the drop.
I click and hold on.
I don't want to move on.
Now I wonder
Will you knock on the door?
Will you run into me as I move around?
Will I see you in those familiar places?
No answers.
I smile, I cry
I reach for something,
A part of me is missing.
But when I look for you
I don't find you.
Every place shows me your picture
Every song hums your tune
And remind me you are not around.
I can see you standing there
Saying something I dread to hear.
I avoid seeing you in the eye,
You might just spot the drop.
I click and hold on.
I don't want to move on.
Now I wonder
Will you knock on the door?
Will you run into me as I move around?
Will I see you in those familiar places?
No answers.
I smile, I cry
I reach for something,
A part of me is missing.
Friday, September 30, 2005
the colour of red
To The colour of red,
The other day i was dressed in red from head to toe...
I wore a red t-shirt...red chappals...and sported a red bag....
It felt kind of fun....
Red is THE colour for me....
You make me feel alive!!
Even today i'm wearing a lot of red...
You definitely are my favourite colour...
so this space on the blog is dedicated solely to you---
You can represent so many emotions...and moods... Anger...Love...Fun...Energy...Cheerfulness...
Warmth...Danger...Passion...Intensity...Life!!!
I can't think of any other colour that can hold within itself such an array of feelings and moods...
You rock...and when I wear you I rock...
seeing you around me also makes me cheerful...
i don't enjoy gaudy colours though...
so I if you remain just the way you are...
You are awesome!!
With love,
ME
The other day i was dressed in red from head to toe...
I wore a red t-shirt...red chappals...and sported a red bag....
It felt kind of fun....
Red is THE colour for me....
You make me feel alive!!
Even today i'm wearing a lot of red...
You definitely are my favourite colour...
so this space on the blog is dedicated solely to you---
You can represent so many emotions...and moods... Anger...Love...Fun...Energy...Cheerfulness...
Warmth...Danger...Passion...Intensity...Life!!!
I can't think of any other colour that can hold within itself such an array of feelings and moods...
You rock...and when I wear you I rock...
seeing you around me also makes me cheerful...
i don't enjoy gaudy colours though...
so I if you remain just the way you are...
You are awesome!!
With love,
ME
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Get A Life!!!
i am really agitated about the skin show in music videos...man...
i saw this one stupid hip hop video (most sound the same and look the same)...and i was really irritated...
day in and day out..you switch on the TV and all you see is...
women doing vulgar steps, wearing the skimpiest clothes and
giving those gross orgasmic expressions...
don't you think it's getting a bit too much??
all that most hip hop videos have, is women strutting their boobs and butts out...
in your face...
frankly i'm tired of watching all this stuff...
aren't the men tired of it?
or they themselves are a bunch of sleaze who derive pleasure from sleazy skin show...
do men actually get aroused when they see all this in these hip hop videos?
I wonder...
there is a thin line between vulgarity and sensuality....
look at our very own hindi remix videos...what are they trying to show?
girls over exposing themselves alongside weird dance steps...
there's nothing in there to watch...
even some of our hindi movie songs....
there's too much of skin show for no reason...except...that the film makers think that objectification of women will bring in the audience...
which is sadly the truth to an extent....
there are very few indi pop and hip hop videos that have used sensuality...
to attract the attention of the viewer...
and use the sex appeal of women and not vulgarity...to enhance their videos...
the problem is not with exposing...
the problem is with the way women are presented in these videos...
if women are not shown as objects...and their sex appeal is used to make...
a video aesthetic rather than vulgar....people would enjoy it more...
i think these people just need to...
GET A LIFE!!
i saw this one stupid hip hop video (most sound the same and look the same)...and i was really irritated...
day in and day out..you switch on the TV and all you see is...
women doing vulgar steps, wearing the skimpiest clothes and
giving those gross orgasmic expressions...
don't you think it's getting a bit too much??
all that most hip hop videos have, is women strutting their boobs and butts out...
in your face...
frankly i'm tired of watching all this stuff...
aren't the men tired of it?
or they themselves are a bunch of sleaze who derive pleasure from sleazy skin show...
do men actually get aroused when they see all this in these hip hop videos?
I wonder...
there is a thin line between vulgarity and sensuality....
look at our very own hindi remix videos...what are they trying to show?
girls over exposing themselves alongside weird dance steps...
there's nothing in there to watch...
even some of our hindi movie songs....
there's too much of skin show for no reason...except...that the film makers think that objectification of women will bring in the audience...
which is sadly the truth to an extent....
there are very few indi pop and hip hop videos that have used sensuality...
to attract the attention of the viewer...
and use the sex appeal of women and not vulgarity...to enhance their videos...
the problem is not with exposing...
the problem is with the way women are presented in these videos...
if women are not shown as objects...and their sex appeal is used to make...
a video aesthetic rather than vulgar....people would enjoy it more...
i think these people just need to...
GET A LIFE!!
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
can't even stretch
It's like almost 9:30 pm and i'm still hanging around in office...
Don't ask me why?
I played some computer game some time back...where a man standing in the snow is got to hit a penguin and send it flying with a base ball bat like thing...the farther the penguin lands the more points you get...it was kind of funny...i made the highest score..woohoo...
and after that I wasn't in the mood to do anything...so I'm blogging...
don't know why but i just don't feel like picking up my feet and getting lost from here...
it's not the lazy kind of feeling...not even tiredness...but I just don't feel like leaving from here...
it's not even a feeling of boredom...the thing is i just can't lift my feet at the moment...
i wasn't feeling like this even when i was stoned...
it's like i'm still and everything around me is moving around me...when someone speaks to me..it just passes from somewhere close to my ear and just disappears somewhere in the background...
it's not strange...yes it's rare...usually people don't feel like this...i guess...
I have this urge in me to play cards...and don't have a set..so have been dying to get it...don't know from where the idea of playing cards entered my head...it's been there since yesterday...i just thought of it out of the blue...and now I just want them too badly...
this isn't that strange either...it's just a little madness...that's taken over...
you need some amount of hysteria to keep you going in a world like ours...
Don't ask me why?
I played some computer game some time back...where a man standing in the snow is got to hit a penguin and send it flying with a base ball bat like thing...the farther the penguin lands the more points you get...it was kind of funny...i made the highest score..woohoo...
and after that I wasn't in the mood to do anything...so I'm blogging...
don't know why but i just don't feel like picking up my feet and getting lost from here...
it's not the lazy kind of feeling...not even tiredness...but I just don't feel like leaving from here...
it's not even a feeling of boredom...the thing is i just can't lift my feet at the moment...
i wasn't feeling like this even when i was stoned...
it's like i'm still and everything around me is moving around me...when someone speaks to me..it just passes from somewhere close to my ear and just disappears somewhere in the background...
it's not strange...yes it's rare...usually people don't feel like this...i guess...
I have this urge in me to play cards...and don't have a set..so have been dying to get it...don't know from where the idea of playing cards entered my head...it's been there since yesterday...i just thought of it out of the blue...and now I just want them too badly...
this isn't that strange either...it's just a little madness...that's taken over...
you need some amount of hysteria to keep you going in a world like ours...
An Awesome Feeling...
I met giri online after some six months!
At first I was shocked to see him online. There were these chats we used to have for hours...back in November and December last year, but after that it just stopped....because I no longer had net access in office and he had no net access at home...I didn't think about it too much because it wasn't going to help...I didn't force giri to get connection either...because it never struck me..the thing is I don't think much about telling him to do things...i'm sure even he didn't think of getting the connection...that's the way we are I guess..not too bothered about things...we don't think of many things that two people would think of, in a relationship..i donno how we have come this far...i think we should be congratulated for our patience...
well...so the thing is I met him online after ages....and I was so happy...anybody could guess by looking at my face that I was feeling crazily excited...it just makes my day you know, talking to him...
despite all the connection problems we both had...as he disappeared without a trace twice during the conversation...it was kind of cute the way we kept apologising...
we shared pics and all...i tried explaining my trips and the stuff that went behind the pics...wish i could go on and on chatting with him...
everytime I talk to him...I just feel like O my gosh I love him...and I feel kind of awesome!!!
At first I was shocked to see him online. There were these chats we used to have for hours...back in November and December last year, but after that it just stopped....because I no longer had net access in office and he had no net access at home...I didn't think about it too much because it wasn't going to help...I didn't force giri to get connection either...because it never struck me..the thing is I don't think much about telling him to do things...i'm sure even he didn't think of getting the connection...that's the way we are I guess..not too bothered about things...we don't think of many things that two people would think of, in a relationship..i donno how we have come this far...i think we should be congratulated for our patience...
well...so the thing is I met him online after ages....and I was so happy...anybody could guess by looking at my face that I was feeling crazily excited...it just makes my day you know, talking to him...
despite all the connection problems we both had...as he disappeared without a trace twice during the conversation...it was kind of cute the way we kept apologising...
we shared pics and all...i tried explaining my trips and the stuff that went behind the pics...wish i could go on and on chatting with him...
everytime I talk to him...I just feel like O my gosh I love him...and I feel kind of awesome!!!
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Is that me after all?
I look at you.
Same eyes and nose,
Lips and all.
Did I look like that?
The face is familiar too!
Your hair never danced
to the tunes of the wind,
Your teeth never showed.
Then the image stares back at me.
Are you enhanced?
I think I know you.
Yes, just a bit decorated now.
And walking on your own.
Heading straight towards the heart.
I do get a clue or two.
Have you dissolved,
into the air around you?
And stand somewhere inside me.
Where I can't see but feel you.
Are you absolved?
You still exist, I call.
"I am you," a voice.
Waves crashing against me
I stand withered and all
Is that me after all?
Same eyes and nose,
Lips and all.
Did I look like that?
The face is familiar too!
Your hair never danced
to the tunes of the wind,
Your teeth never showed.
Then the image stares back at me.
Are you enhanced?
I think I know you.
Yes, just a bit decorated now.
And walking on your own.
Heading straight towards the heart.
I do get a clue or two.
Have you dissolved,
into the air around you?
And stand somewhere inside me.
Where I can't see but feel you.
Are you absolved?
You still exist, I call.
"I am you," a voice.
Waves crashing against me
I stand withered and all
Is that me after all?
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
The awesome chappal man
They weigh 12 kgs and they look as jazzy as it can get....
they are chappals made in a small village in maharashtra...
the proud owner of these is a small time farmer
and he has been wearing such kind of shoes for the past 20 years...
man!!!
I was stunned when i saw them....that's surely something in terms of creativity...
Ok you got to hear this one....
he has these other chappals with the shape of king cobra....
there's a small tape inside it...
a wire starting from the end of the shoe goes up from inside his dhoti...
to the battery attached on his waist...
so now every time he steps into these...the MUSIC plays...
Isn't that amazing...
for somebody as poor as him...coming from some small place?
who would come up with something as wierd as this?
well...he has shoes that weigh from 2kg to 12 kg...
so he wears whatever he prefers at that moment....
and boy...he's 60 years old...!!!
cheers to the spirit and creative thinkning of people like him...
and he does all this for fun...
what fun!!
LiFe rOcKs...
they are chappals made in a small village in maharashtra...
the proud owner of these is a small time farmer
and he has been wearing such kind of shoes for the past 20 years...
man!!!
I was stunned when i saw them....that's surely something in terms of creativity...
Ok you got to hear this one....
he has these other chappals with the shape of king cobra....
there's a small tape inside it...
a wire starting from the end of the shoe goes up from inside his dhoti...
to the battery attached on his waist...
so now every time he steps into these...the MUSIC plays...
Isn't that amazing...
for somebody as poor as him...coming from some small place?
who would come up with something as wierd as this?
well...he has shoes that weigh from 2kg to 12 kg...
so he wears whatever he prefers at that moment....
and boy...he's 60 years old...!!!
cheers to the spirit and creative thinkning of people like him...
and he does all this for fun...
what fun!!
LiFe rOcKs...
Monday, September 19, 2005
Peep
Books get you thinking...
some books really tap your innermost feelings and emotions...
one thing that struck me about "Tuesdays with Morries" was the simplicity of expression...
saying complex things in a straight simple manner makes the reader get down to basics...
Do some basic thinking about the most basic things that matter to us...
which we never get to doing...
we are so busy doing things that are not so important to us that
we don't focus on what really is important to us...
if we do what our heart wants and apply our mind when doing it
we can derive utmost joy out of it...
in case all this sounds like a lecture...
it is just something i need to do at the moment...
speak to my inner self...
if we spend some time speaking to our innerself
we shall realise, know and understand what we really are...
we would grow each moment..with each situation and each event in our lives...
and we would be fully aware of even a miniscule change and growth within us...
ask yourself questions...and then let your innerself answer them...
asking questions always helps you learn...
and if you don't get an answer...you should know that
the time hasn't come yet for the answer...
but your questions have set it into motion and it shall be arriving any moment...
you just need to keep your ears open to listen to it...
for it might come from anywhere...
but you got to believe that it will come
and that only you can make it come to you...
LOOK WITHIN...
some books really tap your innermost feelings and emotions...
one thing that struck me about "Tuesdays with Morries" was the simplicity of expression...
saying complex things in a straight simple manner makes the reader get down to basics...
Do some basic thinking about the most basic things that matter to us...
which we never get to doing...
we are so busy doing things that are not so important to us that
we don't focus on what really is important to us...
if we do what our heart wants and apply our mind when doing it
we can derive utmost joy out of it...
in case all this sounds like a lecture...
it is just something i need to do at the moment...
speak to my inner self...
if we spend some time speaking to our innerself
we shall realise, know and understand what we really are...
we would grow each moment..with each situation and each event in our lives...
and we would be fully aware of even a miniscule change and growth within us...
ask yourself questions...and then let your innerself answer them...
asking questions always helps you learn...
and if you don't get an answer...you should know that
the time hasn't come yet for the answer...
but your questions have set it into motion and it shall be arriving any moment...
you just need to keep your ears open to listen to it...
for it might come from anywhere...
but you got to believe that it will come
and that only you can make it come to you...
LOOK WITHIN...
Friday, September 16, 2005
Up and Above
A weekend up in the mountains...riding a bicycle in the pouring rains...with the wind blowing against your face...trekking up to some of the most gorgeous waterfalls....drenching yourself in the cool waters from the streams and rivulets....
how cool is that!!
we did all of that, and more!!!
how refreshing is it to go on a hiking trip with three morons for comany???
it is indeed refreshing!!
here's how the trip goes:
we wake up late...jojo waiting for us at the station for an hour.
we reach and find out that the local to lonavla will leave at 10am.
we sit in the local all excited...we couldn't wait to get our asses on the bikes.
we sit by the door with our legs let down...enjoying the scenic beauty and enjoying the drizzle and breeze.
we reach LONAVLA and find out where to hire the cycles from (yes we didn't know a thing).
tada....!!! with some sceptimism we hire the bikes...jojo and aanch get the tall men's cycles....god bless them.
we start our journey to the foot hill...
after several falls involving somu, aanch and jojo...we reach the destination...
park our cycles and head for the dam....
as we make our way to the dam...we see a baord showing the way to a waterfall...
wo we decide to check it out...
we dump the damn dam for better pursuits....up the hill...
after trekking for a while and somu's fall we reach nowhere....but a small rivulet running into the river...
but we decide to explore further and look for our destination: THE WATERFALL!!!
making way through the dirt road we reach a diversion....
aanch...morbid that she is warns us against going further...but somu and jojo's adventure's streak....makes us look beyond the diversion...
that is where we discover a beautiful waterfall...we were so glad we came that extra mile...
just when we slowly and cautiously made our way into the running water...which looked wild...a chaiwala comes in from nowhere....
then he disappears somewhere and comes back with chai after half an hour....
a major turn of events takes place!!!
he offers to take us to more waterfalls....if we wanted to go for the adventure trek...he says....
wo...how could we miss such an opportunity???
then we move from one point on the waterfall to another...
making our way through the weeds and trees....through narrow ways atop the hill...
and scary slippery stones....
the guide was awesome...he took us to some of the most amazing spots...
through some of the most amazing ways....
somu and jojo's near death experiences didn't deter our passion to traverse the hills....
nor did aanch's morbidity!!!
but by now aanch was in love with anil guide and was enjoying her trek more than ever...
after a gruelling trekking experience we reached the highest point of the waterfall one cuold go to....
back down...we were relieved that we took that diversion and went beyond....
way to go girls!!!
we felt like the adventurous four on a mission....
but the only distraction were men who can't let women just be!!!
men trying hit on were shooed away by our ever sharp somu with remarks they'd remember forever.
cycling back was not tough at all now....
we were so satisfied that we just paddled our way down....
wait....somebody had to fall...and this time it was jojo (again???) trying to maro style by holding the gate at the same time as she rode her bike.
now was the time to change back into some dry clothes....after the continues lashing rain drenched us.
OK...i forgot my jeans at home...so what do i do???
wear my red monkey pajyamas....
wo!!! how funny must i be looking..but who cares...!!
all that i can say is that once we were back in mumbai...we slept like the dead!!
only that aanch woke up next morning with fever....
somu found that all her belongings were soaked after the tank overflowed...
and i find my specs broken as somu crushes it under her butt....
i will remember the trip as the great falls of Lonavla...with lots of waterfalls and lots of...
jojo, aanch and somu falls.
phew!!!
how cool is that!!
we did all of that, and more!!!
how refreshing is it to go on a hiking trip with three morons for comany???
it is indeed refreshing!!
here's how the trip goes:
we wake up late...jojo waiting for us at the station for an hour.
we reach and find out that the local to lonavla will leave at 10am.
we sit in the local all excited...we couldn't wait to get our asses on the bikes.
we sit by the door with our legs let down...enjoying the scenic beauty and enjoying the drizzle and breeze.
we reach LONAVLA and find out where to hire the cycles from (yes we didn't know a thing).
tada....!!! with some sceptimism we hire the bikes...jojo and aanch get the tall men's cycles....god bless them.
we start our journey to the foot hill...
after several falls involving somu, aanch and jojo...we reach the destination...
park our cycles and head for the dam....
as we make our way to the dam...we see a baord showing the way to a waterfall...
wo we decide to check it out...
we dump the damn dam for better pursuits....up the hill...
after trekking for a while and somu's fall we reach nowhere....but a small rivulet running into the river...
but we decide to explore further and look for our destination: THE WATERFALL!!!
making way through the dirt road we reach a diversion....
aanch...morbid that she is warns us against going further...but somu and jojo's adventure's streak....makes us look beyond the diversion...
that is where we discover a beautiful waterfall...we were so glad we came that extra mile...
just when we slowly and cautiously made our way into the running water...which looked wild...a chaiwala comes in from nowhere....
then he disappears somewhere and comes back with chai after half an hour....
a major turn of events takes place!!!
he offers to take us to more waterfalls....if we wanted to go for the adventure trek...he says....
wo...how could we miss such an opportunity???
then we move from one point on the waterfall to another...
making our way through the weeds and trees....through narrow ways atop the hill...
and scary slippery stones....
the guide was awesome...he took us to some of the most amazing spots...
through some of the most amazing ways....
somu and jojo's near death experiences didn't deter our passion to traverse the hills....
nor did aanch's morbidity!!!
but by now aanch was in love with anil guide and was enjoying her trek more than ever...
after a gruelling trekking experience we reached the highest point of the waterfall one cuold go to....
back down...we were relieved that we took that diversion and went beyond....
way to go girls!!!
we felt like the adventurous four on a mission....
but the only distraction were men who can't let women just be!!!
men trying hit on were shooed away by our ever sharp somu with remarks they'd remember forever.
cycling back was not tough at all now....
we were so satisfied that we just paddled our way down....
wait....somebody had to fall...and this time it was jojo (again???) trying to maro style by holding the gate at the same time as she rode her bike.
now was the time to change back into some dry clothes....after the continues lashing rain drenched us.
OK...i forgot my jeans at home...so what do i do???
wear my red monkey pajyamas....
wo!!! how funny must i be looking..but who cares...!!
all that i can say is that once we were back in mumbai...we slept like the dead!!
only that aanch woke up next morning with fever....
somu found that all her belongings were soaked after the tank overflowed...
and i find my specs broken as somu crushes it under her butt....
i will remember the trip as the great falls of Lonavla...with lots of waterfalls and lots of...
jojo, aanch and somu falls.
phew!!!
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Up There
Up there.
Floating?
Flying?
Watching over?
My feet rest on the ground.
Grounded?
Humbled?
Staring within?
Fumes breathe for me.
Let go and capture
my senses.
Free!
Light benumbs me.
Darkness melts away.
Head spins.
Takes me to distant lands
Of rays, and the crossing lines
Inside them.
"Pull me deeper
Into the circle,"
I scream mutely.
I rise and fall at the same time.
Travel and halt in succession.
Lying here, am I?
Or dancing somwhere?
Walking down, am I?
Or crawling lower and lower?
The shining sun and the shimmering moon
Envelope me.
I’m still here!
Or am I
Up there?
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
high on life
high ???
that i have been high the whole of last week goes without saying
Reasons:
1: Totos...we made a hat trick at Totos...we carried our asses there 3 days in a row
Thursday: Occasion- Aanch's b'day (Aanch would have killed us if we didn't, it was her B'Day wish after all)
Friday: Occasion- Kanika's call out of the blue at a time when the trio was lazying around, preparing
to doze off)
Saturday: Occassion- The cancellation of I-rock was incentive enough
2: B'day parties...jojo, somu and then aanch...everybody had to be born
around the same time...but the close proximity of high volatage activity kept me
alive and kicking...
the planning...surprises...gifts...and the likes...
raised the mundane days to a different level....days (can't forget to mention the nights)
full of enthusiasm and fun....leave behind the fact that i've had to let go of my right to sleep....
3: X & Y...the music just seems to pull me into it....takes me on a trip i never made...
the words just hold my hand and show me different places...places i've never been to...
each of the songs has the magical ability to lift you up and take u to a different level....
COLDPLAY....is....after...all...COLDPLAY
that i have been high the whole of last week goes without saying
Reasons:
1: Totos...we made a hat trick at Totos...we carried our asses there 3 days in a row
Thursday: Occasion- Aanch's b'day (Aanch would have killed us if we didn't, it was her B'Day wish after all)
Friday: Occasion- Kanika's call out of the blue at a time when the trio was lazying around, preparing
to doze off)
Saturday: Occassion- The cancellation of I-rock was incentive enough
2: B'day parties...jojo, somu and then aanch...everybody had to be born
around the same time...but the close proximity of high volatage activity kept me
alive and kicking...
the planning...surprises...gifts...and the likes...
raised the mundane days to a different level....days (can't forget to mention the nights)
full of enthusiasm and fun....leave behind the fact that i've had to let go of my right to sleep....
3: X & Y...the music just seems to pull me into it....takes me on a trip i never made...
the words just hold my hand and show me different places...places i've never been to...
each of the songs has the magical ability to lift you up and take u to a different level....
COLDPLAY....is....after...all...COLDPLAY
What if there was no light?
Nothing wrong, nothing right.
What if there was no time?
And no reason or rhyme.
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there by your side.
That you don't want me there in your life.
What if I got it wrong, and no poem or song
Could put right what I got wrong
Or make you feel I belong
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there by your side
That you don't want me there in your life.
Oooh, let's try
Let's take a breath jump over the side
Oooh, let's try
How can you know it if you don't even try
Oooh, let's try
...to be continued...
...to be continued...
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
current status
state of mind...trying to discover the truths of afterlife
my body...feels like it needs some tender loving care...i have been torturing my lungs
hooked to...reading - since i lay my hands on "reincarnation" last week
now reading...Tuesday's With Morrie
learning...to put my work up there; right at the top of my priority list
yearning to learn...the guitar (actually dying to learn)
missing...my mom - wish i could take her wherever i went
on a humming spree…with the song "aa jaana janejaan" from Chocolate
hate humming..."Just chill" (i keep hearing it all around me)
latest favourite…"What If" by Coldplay
high on...thriller movies- need to mention "Memento"-only one word can describe it "sexy"
still hung over..."Don't funk with my heart" by Black Eyed Peas
accessory for the week...my new hair band with polka dots
thinking...deeper and deeper
waiting...to get hold of my well deserved salary cheque
drooling...over the hottest, cutest and the sweetest man...John Abraham and his dimples
excited about...the impending birthdays of my darlings Somu and Aanch
waiting to meet...Murli...come soon buddy
tired of...waking up with a heavy head (thanks to those antibiotics)
proud of...being there through three long years (even while staying apart) with the love of my life
enlightenment quotient..."Nothing is as serious as you make it out to be. Don't take yourself so seriously"
...that's my current status...
...LiFe rOcKs...
my body...feels like it needs some tender loving care...i have been torturing my lungs
hooked to...reading - since i lay my hands on "reincarnation" last week
now reading...Tuesday's With Morrie
learning...to put my work up there; right at the top of my priority list
yearning to learn...the guitar (actually dying to learn)
missing...my mom - wish i could take her wherever i went
on a humming spree…with the song "aa jaana janejaan" from Chocolate
hate humming..."Just chill" (i keep hearing it all around me)
latest favourite…"What If" by Coldplay
high on...thriller movies- need to mention "Memento"-only one word can describe it "sexy"
still hung over..."Don't funk with my heart" by Black Eyed Peas
accessory for the week...my new hair band with polka dots
thinking...deeper and deeper
waiting...to get hold of my well deserved salary cheque
drooling...over the hottest, cutest and the sweetest man...John Abraham and his dimples
excited about...the impending birthdays of my darlings Somu and Aanch
waiting to meet...Murli...come soon buddy
tired of...waking up with a heavy head (thanks to those antibiotics)
proud of...being there through three long years (even while staying apart) with the love of my life
enlightenment quotient..."Nothing is as serious as you make it out to be. Don't take yourself so seriously"
...that's my current status...
...LiFe rOcKs...
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
it's all about money...
i just wanted to vent my frustration about having to manage my money and my expenses..all the time...
it's such a huge task !!!
since the new month began, all i have been doing is giving away my hard earned money to people....a long list of bills stares you in the face every #*%$#*$ month...mobile...house rent...ration pani....and a whole lot of extra expenditure..managing all that is a task man....
calculations are so boring...filling up my conveyence clarification form was so boring...but i had to it...it's all about money...
and mom says i should save some money every month...somebody pls tell me (and her)...how does one do that? aish marne ke baad kuch bachta hi nahin hai....and the wants just seem to keep rising...i always have something on my shopping list every month...i start planning where to spend the money even before it lands into my hand....
it doesn't help to be well paid buddy...because there is always so more to spend on...it just doesn't help...
i think i will have to work on my finances till the day i have my own agent to do it for me....
and that looks like a remote possibility....
so i think i will have to go on....like this for quite a while....
pls wish me some luck....
LiFe rOcKs....
it's such a huge task !!!
since the new month began, all i have been doing is giving away my hard earned money to people....a long list of bills stares you in the face every #*%$#*$ month...mobile...house rent...ration pani....and a whole lot of extra expenditure..managing all that is a task man....
calculations are so boring...filling up my conveyence clarification form was so boring...but i had to it...it's all about money...
and mom says i should save some money every month...somebody pls tell me (and her)...how does one do that? aish marne ke baad kuch bachta hi nahin hai....and the wants just seem to keep rising...i always have something on my shopping list every month...i start planning where to spend the money even before it lands into my hand....
it doesn't help to be well paid buddy...because there is always so more to spend on...it just doesn't help...
i think i will have to work on my finances till the day i have my own agent to do it for me....
and that looks like a remote possibility....
so i think i will have to go on....like this for quite a while....
pls wish me some luck....
LiFe rOcKs....
Sunday, August 07, 2005
moving in...moving on...
moving into a new house is as much fun as it is a task that u want to just get over with...(i love setting up a new place)...after all the planning for almost a year...we have finally found a gud place to live in...
having cursed the hostel i lived in almost every day of the 2 years...at the same time i have felt attached to the place..going to kasai wada everyday was such an unpleasent thot....but leaving the hostel forever was even more unpleasent...i felt sad about leaving..i just avoided thinking about it....may be 'cause i have spent sum of the best days since i came to mumbai, in that hostel...living with a big gang of frends...playing around with the rules and sneaking in stuff that we weren't supposed to..it was all so much fun....
i feel like moving in to the new flat was also moving on...to a new episode in my life..as it's around the same time that i have started working with a new company....and the whole routine has changed...no rules nemore...no sneaking in...no issues with the warden...phew!!!
aanch doesn't skip her breakfast nemore...i don't skip my dinner....and somu....enjoys the food much more....well that's about food...now i feel like getting back home after work...ok...i can say i feel like i have a home to cum back to....
having cursed the hostel i lived in almost every day of the 2 years...at the same time i have felt attached to the place..going to kasai wada everyday was such an unpleasent thot....but leaving the hostel forever was even more unpleasent...i felt sad about leaving..i just avoided thinking about it....may be 'cause i have spent sum of the best days since i came to mumbai, in that hostel...living with a big gang of frends...playing around with the rules and sneaking in stuff that we weren't supposed to..it was all so much fun....
i feel like moving in to the new flat was also moving on...to a new episode in my life..as it's around the same time that i have started working with a new company....and the whole routine has changed...no rules nemore...no sneaking in...no issues with the warden...phew!!!
aanch doesn't skip her breakfast nemore...i don't skip my dinner....and somu....enjoys the food much more....well that's about food...now i feel like getting back home after work...ok...i can say i feel like i have a home to cum back to....
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Burnt Out
I believe Kurt Cobain is one of THE hottest men to have set foot on this earth....i have to dedicate some space on my blog to somebody as awesum has him....and his music
Kurt Cobain, Rock Musician / Guitarist
Born: 20 February 1967 Birthplace: Hoquiam, Washington
Death: 5 April 1994 (suicide by shotgun)
Best Known As: Leader of the group Nirvana Kurt Cobain was the lead singer and guitarist for the band Nirvana, whose melodic rock songs bridged punk with pop and sold millions of records in the early 1990s.
The stripped-down, amped-up anthem "Smells Like Teen Spirit" made it to the top of the charts in 1991 and helped "grunge" rock unseat Michael Jackson-style pop. (It also helped put Seattle on the musical map -- Cobain was from the nearby logging town of Aberdeen, Washington.) The band's albums included Bleach (1989), Nevermind (1991) and In Utero (1993). Nirvana was briefly the hottest band in the world, but Cobain's discomfort with fame, personal demons and battles with drugs quickly caused problems. His status as rock legend was cemented when he committed suicide in 1994, apparently by shooting himself in the mouth with a shotgun.
Cobain married rocker/actress Courtney Love in 1992... The couple had one daughter, Frances Bean, born in 1992... Some fans continue to believe that Cobain was murdered. Though a suicide note was found near Cobain's body, and though the coroner ruled that Cobain's wounds were self-inflicted, these fans feel the suicide was staged, and some also accuse Courtney Love of being involved. This theory has been widely publicized but has never been proved... A 1998 documentary film, Kurt and Courtney, examined their relationship and Cobain's death.
BIOGRAPHY
Kurt Donald Cobain was born in Grays Harbor Community Hospital, Aberdeen, near Seattle in Washington on 20 February 1967.
His parents divorced in 1976 and in 1979 his father, Don petitioned the Superior Court for custody of Kurt, who ended up staying with various relatives.
In 1983 Kurt Cobain met Chris Novoselic and went around Aberdeen grafitti-ing.
In May 1985 Cobain dropped out of Aberdeen High School and tried heroin for the first time. In 1987 Cobain, Novoselic and Aaron Burckhard form various groups and finally settle down as Nirvana, which is to become the main catalyst of the 'grunge scene'.
A year later, Dale Crover replaced Burckhard as drummer and this role in Nirvana would go through a number of changes.
Burkhard comes and goes again and is eventually replaced by Chad Channing. In November 1988 Nirvana released their first single. "Love Buzz/Big Cheese". "Bleach" their debut album was released in June 1989.
In 1991 Nirvana left Sub-Pop and signed for Geffen. "Nevermind" was released and became a landmark record and in January 1992 it reached Number One. A month later Kurt Cobain married Courtney Love on 24 February.
In 1993 "In Utero" was released, but Cobain was going through well-documented difficulties. In May 1993 he was admitted to hospital in Seattle having had a heroin overdose.
In March 1994 Kurt Cobain overdosed again - on champagne and tablets in what was thought to be a suicide attempt.
On 5 April Cobain killed himself. An admission here: I have a book called "Who Killed Kurt Cobain?" by Halperin and Wallace - but I have not yet read it. According to the 'blurb' "this investigation... offers compelling and credible reasons for reopening this 'suicide case' - so that fans will know how their hero really died." Obviously it would be irresponsible to comment on the validity of these claims not having read the book, but why do 'blurbs' have to use such crass phrases to market books about the loss of someone's life?
Monday, July 25, 2005
Scary movie 3
Watching scary movie 3 on a sunday evening...i guess was the best thing to do after spending hours brain storming on how to spend this very precious weekend that comes ur way only once in 5 days....
this is THE movie for all those who have brains and are tired of using them...!
and for all those Signs, The Ring, Matrix and 8 Miles fans pls don't take this film seriously or else...you are in great danger of forgetting the originals...all u'll do when u watch the real ones is laugh....
that's what happened to me when i saw 'The Ring' (original) right after the Scary Movie....i just cudn't help laughing whenever the (previously)scary images stared me into the face, and all through the film i cudn't help but think of the hilarious funeral scene in Scary Movie...!!
well...but u...like us...deserve sum gud stomach pinching...rolling...uncontrollable laughter!!
LiFe rOcKs...
this is THE movie for all those who have brains and are tired of using them...!
and for all those Signs, The Ring, Matrix and 8 Miles fans pls don't take this film seriously or else...you are in great danger of forgetting the originals...all u'll do when u watch the real ones is laugh....
that's what happened to me when i saw 'The Ring' (original) right after the Scary Movie....i just cudn't help laughing whenever the (previously)scary images stared me into the face, and all through the film i cudn't help but think of the hilarious funeral scene in Scary Movie...!!
well...but u...like us...deserve sum gud stomach pinching...rolling...uncontrollable laughter!!
LiFe rOcKs...
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