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!
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Saturday, March 18, 2006
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
Wednesday, March 1, 2006
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.
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.
Sunday, February 26, 2006
city of walls
A city with a wall around it….
Stone and mortar…high and mighty.
Cradling, nurturing life within it
Kites, guavas, bangles aplenty.
Protecting the city day and night
The steadfast wall, all breadth and height.
The city had a wall around it….
The same stoic face for both sides
The traveler sees it from afar
The bazaar is right beside.
Impervious but for the city gates alone
The long stretch of grey and hard stone.
The wall breaks and the city flows….
Seeps out of its cracks
Oozes out of its pores….
The wall breaks and the city grows…
To prosper in trade
To rise in luxury….
One step forward
Two in a hurry….
Meters of black tar glistening in the sun…
The city has mettalled roads now
Fleeting glimpses of the other side through the traffic
The city has a new wall now.
Locked shutters, vacant parking lots….
Sinister sodium vapor at night
Desolate by seven, unsafe after eight
But there is no stone wall in sight?.....
Beyond the rows of cars the glass door is open
Expensive, loud, sleek new mall….
But the lady waiting for her bus will not venture in.
Invisible but stronger wall.
The high wall and ramparts had fallen apart…
The hard stone had crumbled years before….
But now the city has built new walls
Flashy transparent glass and more..
The city had a wall around it…
A high and mighty grey stone wall
And now city has walls within it…
Invisible and thin …yet will they ever fall??
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