Ho ho ho
A deep laugh some miles away rings in my ears
Awake from a deep slumber I rub my eye
Put on my fluffy pink bunny slippers and flippity flop thru the house
I rush to see
Under the tree
And find the redictable
Until I see this small little box
And voila !
It has a golden key
A l’ll note inside ablue tote
Proclaims this hear ye hear ye
“ it’s the key to my heart
steal it
but don’t tear it apart
keep it as safely as can be
for it will unfold
magic more than its weight in gold”
perplexed n confused I keep it back
fold the pack
and
flippy floppity back
I drift away in sweet oblivion
Dreams of a land so cold its bitter
Sends shivers down my spine
Dreaming of star dust as my eye shadow all pressed into a tight box in the form of a sparkling snowflake
I pass by a frost covered lake
On a big ice box I see my present all wrapped up n the key inside
Wake up with a jolt and the box is open and alas…..
The key is gone …
As I cry into my morning cup of tea
I pray to santa and the lored and say
Try as I may I cant forget the dream of a love gone far away …dream for some but a biting pricking poking reality for me …
Friday, December 22, 2006
burning bridges
The pain is so deep it tears me up
There is an endless creation of hurt ,questions and uncertainity
Nothing I do Nothing people say helps
Its certain
I must destroy the hope for getting back ….for its only an illusion
To accept that its over is tough
To re-generate and live on and find new paradigms is a challenge
There is an endless creation of hurt ,questions and uncertainity
Nothing I do Nothing people say helps
Its certain
I must destroy the hope for getting back ….for its only an illusion
To accept that its over is tough
To re-generate and live on and find new paradigms is a challenge
deep
Permanent Scars
They will always bleed
No Matter the medicine
Thinking of time being heal
I am forced to see
When all I want to do is close my eyes and sleep sleep and sleep
They will always bleed
No Matter the medicine
Thinking of time being heal
I am forced to see
When all I want to do is close my eyes and sleep sleep and sleep
The Core.
Hope lives on in the form of a thin weak thought
Swinging btwn indecision
Memory of deceit saps the juice and strains the fibre
The core is in danger
Swinging btwn indecision
Memory of deceit saps the juice and strains the fibre
The core is in danger
hope.......
The vagaries of time show on walls
The old croaking clock staggers
Memories of times gone by slither out , hiss at my present
as the poison spreads
death is certain
suddenly the window opens ….
The old croaking clock staggers
Memories of times gone by slither out , hiss at my present
as the poison spreads
death is certain
suddenly the window opens ….
coffe neone?
Clink clank clink clank its like imaginary buttons of a rusty old typewriter going on non stop in my head which is currently home to several zillion thought processes of which my conscious self can focus only on 2 max 3 …
Work what happened at work
Will I wake up on time tmw
What abt the 5 novels I am reading will the stories mix in my head as I try not to fall asleep on one
Some of these superficial thoughts have large debates lying underneath and huge conversations just waiting to explode
But then who does one converse with these thoughts that mostly die a silent death in the folds of my overheated brain?
Who will spend precious time n cell monies on talking abt say why the greenpeace revolution is not a revolution at all or did the pune marathon really go off as well as it was supposed to maybe as mundane as to the petrol strike that happened or even as rubbish n trivial as why I never seem to have enough to spend??!
Humm neways maybe I shall talk to myself over a cup of coffee at a good cosy coffee shop facing a lawn with not too much noise around …but hey didn’t that café shut down some time back?!
Work what happened at work
Will I wake up on time tmw
What abt the 5 novels I am reading will the stories mix in my head as I try not to fall asleep on one
Some of these superficial thoughts have large debates lying underneath and huge conversations just waiting to explode
But then who does one converse with these thoughts that mostly die a silent death in the folds of my overheated brain?
Who will spend precious time n cell monies on talking abt say why the greenpeace revolution is not a revolution at all or did the pune marathon really go off as well as it was supposed to maybe as mundane as to the petrol strike that happened or even as rubbish n trivial as why I never seem to have enough to spend??!
Humm neways maybe I shall talk to myself over a cup of coffee at a good cosy coffee shop facing a lawn with not too much noise around …but hey didn’t that café shut down some time back?!
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
ganesh fest @ puneri style
ganesh festival is all the same be it mumbai or pune is what i used to think until this year after having setttled down in pune and walking the the streets to see the many beautiful pandals did i discover that pune has a rich tradition that goes into the making of this fest .
every big mandal which is among the top ones is given a number and called manacha ganpati ,and thats the way the visrjan is planned too. What tilak started as a way to get people together for getting us freedom is so alive in every lane in pune .
and whats more mirchi modka service and appa n bappa on radio mirchi have made it so much more fun!! not to mention " kho kho chala ganpati baghalya " a show hosted by a guy who talks in the typical marathi accent and can be quite annoying at times but has done a fairly decent job this time arnd .
ofcourse the one thing i enjoyed most was going to see dagduseth halwai ganpati with p and t .
we walked around and saw many other theme based sarvajanik pandlas , purchased colorfull glass bangles , ate bhutta , and clicked away to glory using our camera phones !
all in all a fun time , something i can't possibly imagine doing in mumbai essp the walking around bit .
every big mandal which is among the top ones is given a number and called manacha ganpati ,and thats the way the visrjan is planned too. What tilak started as a way to get people together for getting us freedom is so alive in every lane in pune .
and whats more mirchi modka service and appa n bappa on radio mirchi have made it so much more fun!! not to mention " kho kho chala ganpati baghalya " a show hosted by a guy who talks in the typical marathi accent and can be quite annoying at times but has done a fairly decent job this time arnd .
ofcourse the one thing i enjoyed most was going to see dagduseth halwai ganpati with p and t .
we walked around and saw many other theme based sarvajanik pandlas , purchased colorfull glass bangles , ate bhutta , and clicked away to glory using our camera phones !
all in all a fun time , something i can't possibly imagine doing in mumbai essp the walking around bit .
Salaam Radio !
my mind fresh out of watching lage raho at a local mutilpex , Radio i feel suddenly has become such an imp part of films , first it was preity finding love on radio on salaam namaste , then it was a bunch of young college boys attaining martyrdom thanx to being able to connect to the world through all india radio and now its vidya balan saying " good morning mumbai" with must enthusiasm in lage raho .
maybe it cause we cant call anyone on tv and talk to them while radio is becoming more and more exciting what with worldpace giving us " so much to hear"
whoever said" video killed the radio star" didnt know what he was talking abt i guess !
maybe it cause we cant call anyone on tv and talk to them while radio is becoming more and more exciting what with worldpace giving us " so much to hear"
whoever said" video killed the radio star" didnt know what he was talking abt i guess !
Breakdown
When Life breaks down ,
When you seem to hang by a single miserably thin thread ,
Over a steep precipice with bitter cold messing with your head ,
When all that seemed possible is now bleak ,
Hang in there ,by the skin of your teeth ,
Don't Give up
Cause that's ur grit!
and suprisingly enuf bit by bit ,
All the mess clears up
and it will all fit ..
(FIT ?? - Maybe like neately fitted white kitchen platform tiles wiped squeaky clean by Joanne who's expecting Baby No 3 and Johns just back after a hard days toil in the coal mine? Maybe )
When you seem to hang by a single miserably thin thread ,
Over a steep precipice with bitter cold messing with your head ,
When all that seemed possible is now bleak ,
Hang in there ,by the skin of your teeth ,
Don't Give up
Cause that's ur grit!
and suprisingly enuf bit by bit ,
All the mess clears up
and it will all fit ..
(FIT ?? - Maybe like neately fitted white kitchen platform tiles wiped squeaky clean by Joanne who's expecting Baby No 3 and Johns just back after a hard days toil in the coal mine? Maybe )
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Morbid Thought?maybe ...
Floating around like a lifeless leaf, through seamless places unseen n unheard, no fear grips her morbid mind for her soul is dead long ago.
there's a baby in the house!!
Waaa waaa the whole nite
Hold the baby n sleep tite?
Somehow his muffled cries jus don’t sound rite…
Worried parents n their fears
Baby boo
Hold the baby n sleep tite?
Somehow his muffled cries jus don’t sound rite…
Worried parents n their fears
Baby boo
my room my palace ....
Glazed copper urn
A paper lantern
A colored chatai
A comfortable couch
Some rust colored soft pillows
A few scented candles
A mini earthen float with water, artificial lilies n lotuses afloat…..
Your fav chaddar
A place for the tv n music n your knick-knacks
Now isn’t that a perfect haven??
Err
Tassled curtains in crimson
Or maybe sunset yellow
Uuuuummmm
Glass caricatures
A few paintings here n there
Soft fresh flowers (changed daily I hope …..:-) )
Your palace
Your room
A paper lantern
A colored chatai
A comfortable couch
Some rust colored soft pillows
A few scented candles
A mini earthen float with water, artificial lilies n lotuses afloat…..
Your fav chaddar
A place for the tv n music n your knick-knacks
Now isn’t that a perfect haven??
Err
Tassled curtains in crimson
Or maybe sunset yellow
Uuuuummmm
Glass caricatures
A few paintings here n there
Soft fresh flowers (changed daily I hope …..:-) )
Your palace
Your room
sighh...i love to hate mornings...
Mornings are bright
They bring new hope
A new day
A new way
A soft smile
Tensions wiped away
New rigour new start
Wake up n get to work
Smile n have fun
They bring new hope
A new day
A new way
A soft smile
Tensions wiped away
New rigour new start
Wake up n get to work
Smile n have fun
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Atypical
I have been meaning to write this for a long time. Its sickening to read articles proclaiming Mumbai as the city of hope love and compassion , a city that bounces back from all sorts of calamities natural or the 7/11 types . But please for god’s sake can someone answer me my question
What is one to do if not wake up the next day after disaster strikes and get to work?
I once attended training on life and how to tackle stuff that happens along the way, the coach said, “do u know why we are working and doing things as we do every single day day in and day out? Well its cause we didn’t die last night?”
At first I thought, is he insane, has the training method gone extreme and are they trying to brainwash us into thinking that we are robots with feelings?
What? But then it hit me – the truth in it seeped in and struck like a bolt from the blue …
(Even as I type this in the middle of the afternoon when I am supposed to be hard at work …or is it hardly working … well I wonder what if boss was to read this …but I can’t help myself)
Imagine
We survived because we did
We went to work the next day because we did
That’s all
There’s nothing more to it
Please stop making news out of the “spirit of the mumbaikars”
Look I am a hard core mumbaitite too; I too travel by local trains
The fear is unmistakably there
Every time u keep luggage on the top storage I get a strange look of fear mixed with worry
In the second class it’s an unwritten rule followed by all that travel …..Don’t keep anything where u can create a suspicion.
If anybody really wants to salute the city , salute it for surviving in spite of its burgeoning population ,inspite of its increasing crime rate , inspite of its obvious presence as the most developed cosmopolitan city next in pace of life only to New York .
Sometimes I wonder are we what the media feeds our minds or are we capable of independent thought process ….???
Editorials or head lines we love spice and hype, I mean a live telecast 24/7 of a child stick in a pit, its news I agree but live telecast??? If u ask me I’d watch the saas bahu types compared to all this at least they show different episodes.
Neways , that was sarcastic caustic and unorthodox old me atypical to some and indifferent to “hype” for some , that’s me – Take it or leave it …..I couldn’t care less.
What is one to do if not wake up the next day after disaster strikes and get to work?
I once attended training on life and how to tackle stuff that happens along the way, the coach said, “do u know why we are working and doing things as we do every single day day in and day out? Well its cause we didn’t die last night?”
At first I thought, is he insane, has the training method gone extreme and are they trying to brainwash us into thinking that we are robots with feelings?
What? But then it hit me – the truth in it seeped in and struck like a bolt from the blue …
(Even as I type this in the middle of the afternoon when I am supposed to be hard at work …or is it hardly working … well I wonder what if boss was to read this …but I can’t help myself)
Imagine
We survived because we did
We went to work the next day because we did
That’s all
There’s nothing more to it
Please stop making news out of the “spirit of the mumbaikars”
Look I am a hard core mumbaitite too; I too travel by local trains
The fear is unmistakably there
Every time u keep luggage on the top storage I get a strange look of fear mixed with worry
In the second class it’s an unwritten rule followed by all that travel …..Don’t keep anything where u can create a suspicion.
If anybody really wants to salute the city , salute it for surviving in spite of its burgeoning population ,inspite of its increasing crime rate , inspite of its obvious presence as the most developed cosmopolitan city next in pace of life only to New York .
Sometimes I wonder are we what the media feeds our minds or are we capable of independent thought process ….???
Editorials or head lines we love spice and hype, I mean a live telecast 24/7 of a child stick in a pit, its news I agree but live telecast??? If u ask me I’d watch the saas bahu types compared to all this at least they show different episodes.
Neways , that was sarcastic caustic and unorthodox old me atypical to some and indifferent to “hype” for some , that’s me – Take it or leave it …..I couldn’t care less.
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