A Day in the LIfe of an Urban Nose

Agarbatti, Toothpaste, Soap, Deo, Body Lotion, Sunscreen, Burnt Coal, Poha, Sambhar, Dust, More Dust, Bread Pakora, Burnt Diesel/Petrol, Chana, Burnt CNG, Dust again, Office air freshener, Sir's Perfume/Attar, Lemon tea, Four different lunches, chocolate, Fem Liquid Soap, Coffee, Apples/Oranges/Pears, Dust, Dead animal on the road, MCD garbage truck, Burnt Fuel, Burnt Dry Leaves, Smoke, Dettol Liquid Soap, Jeera tadka, Turmeric/Chilli/Coriander/Cumin, Cauliflower/Brinjal/Other vegetables, Warm Roti, Toothpaste, Cream, Hair Oil, Goodnite mosquito repellant, Old Book......................................

I wonder how Delhi looked when the monuments were the only structures around...

....it surely didnt look old, black and white or sepia like the few photographs that are found in history books. I think it would have looked the same as I see it...with colour texture and tones.

The skies and sunsets would have been equally vibrant, the monsoons as grey and the red sandstone perhaps even brighter..

How would have the city looked with just trees and stone ramparts, when forts and monuments were not special places to see during weekends ..I wish I could see this city then.

I wish I would have lived in that time, without south Delhi malls, without Bluelines, without Nehru Place, without the drone of aeroplanes in stack in the evening, without roads and without so many people.

I want to rewind this city, stop somewhere in history, get off... and stay there forever frozen in some stone wall oblivious to the mad city that ruches past it without a second glance.

Tea break at Office

The Sun's Screaming Vendetta

After two days of cottony grey skies the Sun is out with a vengeance.

Menacing shining rays beating down on brown earth. Bronze melting and pouring down, seeping through the intersctices of Gulmohar leaves. The simmer of gold and fire dancing to the music of the Sun.

The wet earth drying up like pottery in a furnace... freezing the streaks of wheels on mud, ...changing colour form dark chocolate to whole wheat bread....

The Sun's proud rays drenching the city in yellow.

Unkown to the majestic heat...somewhere the water gasps and sighs as it rises up in steam. Floating away as mist, with a heaert laden with the sorrow of defeat. Unknown to the blazing fireball in the skies... the tiny water droplets fuse together, slowly and steadily growing from a cotton fluff to dark thunderous clouds. Unkown to the Sun, the water it scorches out of every pore on earth, is floating towardsitself; army of gray, folding in on itself, rolling, twisting and turning ...till it is dark enough to dispell the ball of liquid fire higher above them.



There is just a flash of electric blue and deep boom of the war cries....with a little help from the winds...droplets depart the grey sheets away to the earth restoring life in its nooks and crannies. The sun wanes away ...retreating behind vapour ... overtaken by it for the moment.

The droplets grow bigger and shower down in twinkling crystal balls, liquid silver dripping from verdant leaves and washing away dust from rooftops.

Small drops of life seep into grains of sand....quenching thirst and growing life.