This is for the hundredth visitor to my site......................:-P

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really loooooooooooooooooooong shot!! 

Walk, Park and Life

Yesterday I went for a walk in the park near the hostel. It’s a nice place and quiet contrary to the common urban design lamentation of lack of active inclusive public space, this park is teeming with joggers-walkers in the morning. People from all walks of life (pun intended) are here, to walk and jog their life’s unwanted accretions away.

There were the old auntyji’s and uncleji’s with genuine concern of health written large on their perspiring and receding hairlines, there the younger corporate type Nike sneakers-tee-shorts-with-hands-free ones and then the very humble salwar-kameezed ladies with most unlikely footwear for walking. Some serious health freaks, some intiall enthusiasts and then there are also some who prefer to select a strategic location and practice an odd combination of taekwondo and karate moves; without a proper dress and with evident lack of interest. I place them as chance taking voyeurs. Basically there to catch glimpses of females but may not be getting much delight in ogling at middle aged overweight women. Overall, lots of people.

It seems so easy to stereotype them in typical images. Appearance and attire allowing me to draw conclusions as to what bracket the person belongs to……..the rich old, the young rich, the poor old or old poor, even poor young rich…..multitude of types. But then maybe the aunty in salwar kameez and chappals is actually very rich and snob while the snooty looking middle aged couple in grey are really amiable and down to earth. People I peg in slots may belong somewhere else and be someone else. The calm face may hide macabre cunningess behind it and the glint of wealth may conceal the pain of loneliness.

Faces and their stories may never match. What I see may be just what I look at, pieces of life of the people. The truth within these may lie beneath the layer of this jigsaw. A jigsaw of images of life and a roulette of life itself.

Okay i must apologise to saurabh and sandeep....you gyus were right i had not chosen the option of 'anyone' in the commenting section.

:-P...............sorrreeee!! now please go ahead and pur out your hearts content on my posts. Thanks!!!

my flower pot

This is my new, week old, pretty room mate!

pretty petunias 

Rainbow!!

If rainbows have a pot of gold at their springing point then this one would have it somewhere in Khijrabad. It could well be possible considering the fact that Khijrabad was the capital, or ruling seat of power for a short while. Its thrilling to think tresure buried below an urban village!!

I just realised a beautiful thing about blogs, posts and comments.....people can have parallel streams of conversation at a slower pace, something that is so rare in today's fast-tracked-high-tech-communications world.

Enjoyable!

Golu the cute pup and his kid owner

This pup is a darling. When he was brought to the hostel he was barely few weeks old...tiny ...actually miniscule animal with the softest paws I have ever felt. He has grown quiet larger now. And much more active........it is almost impossible to pat him and leave instantly. Golu has a swift front paw maneuver by which he clings onto your ankle and rests himself on your foot so that you cant move. Damn cute.

I can almost see Sorabh's "i knew this would come some time or the other look"..................:-D

suicide billi step 3 !!!! 

suicide billi step 2!! 

suicide billi!! 

auto ride to college

Its nice to start the day in a good auto...like the one yesterday with red velvet seats and a radio too. Even nicer to start the auto ride with nice songs playing.

Zaraa zaraa...mehekta hai...behekta hai... melodious song filling the already stuffed auto. I mean stuffed with me, Ruchi, Gayatri, Minal and Vinu. And driver too. (that rhymes) But while you begin to feel like singing with the song the auto has neared the T-junction and lots of mad people on an equally maddening array of different vehicles want to cross at the same time. That is irrespective of whether the vehicle before them has moved or not , and also obviously irrespective of whether the signal is green or not. So while you want to hum the interlude you are jerked out of the melodious reverie by a highly off note sound...followed by another and yet another..... as long as you are not completely back on the road and the music drowns out totally.

However once the auto is able to proceed after disentangling itself from the from tyres of cycle rickshaws and fenders of phat phat sewas wanting to cut corners, one can hear the end of the song once again. And if the song has already ended you can sing it yourself.

Honks...Bee Beeps..Preep preeps...Paaaaa paas....and some Trrring trrings also besides the primordial sound emanating from the big cars that happens, actually to be the bass of a punjabi pop number. Burnt fuel.....vacant and overflowing MCD trash trucks(since they smell equally awfull even if empty) and the brown of the landfill, grey of the flyover, green of the IP Park and the dirty white of the dome of Humayuns Tomb..and oh not to mention the sky blue of WHO building.....lots of sensual overdose.

My heart and mind get jammed with so much to smell hear and see right away in the morning. It is like a choking feeling when a gush of water is poured down ones throat. The heart starts to thump to a different faster rhythm and the mind becomes blind and deaf to any stimuli.....no colours shapes or sizes....it feels like just a film playing before your eyes which you cant shut off.