Like a bright window in a distant view.
Like watching a bubble burst.
Like a game in which the important part is to keep laughing.
Like when you can’t tie a knot.
Like a stone thrown to skim the lake.
Like the dislikes, jealousies and ambitions.
Like attempting to number the waves on the shore of a limitless sea.
Like talking of what is loved in a dream.
Like the creaking of a door.
Like the fitting of an old glove to a hand.
Like trying to count the number of colours in a candle flame.
Like the sudden impulse of a madman.
Like wasted hours of youth.
Like heart is a full sponge and must weep a little.
Like trying to see air.
Like the wind in a keyhole.
Like a deaf and dumb man wondering what it was all about.
Like the widening of eyes because they stick.
Like trying to catch a shadow.
Like an enthusiast leading an indifferent tourist.
Like bells that waste the moment with their loudness.
Like vaporous shapes half seen.
Like Whatever.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Dream Come Blue
The 22 years have not been so long; it’s the 28 that have.
The history did not repeat itself; it’s the mythology that did.
The hundredth was not to be; it’s the second that was.
The eleven were never enough; it’s the one that was.
The generations are not the same; it’s the calendars that are.
The colour never changed; it’s the blue that did.
The path was never choked; it’s the roads that were.
The shoulders did not matter; it’s the one above them that did.
The cup never counted; it’s the ones who held it that did.
The dreams were never scripted; it’s the one man’s due that was.
The six is not what I will embed; it’s hugging strangers that I will.
The pride is not what we will return; it’s only the world cup that we will.
The history did not repeat itself; it’s the mythology that did.
The hundredth was not to be; it’s the second that was.
The eleven were never enough; it’s the one that was.
The generations are not the same; it’s the calendars that are.
The colour never changed; it’s the blue that did.
The path was never choked; it’s the roads that were.
The shoulders did not matter; it’s the one above them that did.
The cup never counted; it’s the ones who held it that did.
The dreams were never scripted; it’s the one man’s due that was.
The six is not what I will embed; it’s hugging strangers that I will.
The pride is not what we will return; it’s only the world cup that we will.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Absolutely 666 Street
There are these small, very small interruptions in life that come around and go. Yes, they are small and they are just as fast. The only reason I can think of for us not noticing them is that they do not make a whooshing sound. But, the other day, I was in a train and I actually noticed one or rather, heard the whoosh so to speak. When you have been sitting idle for 4 hours and you don’t even get to drive, you get to or start noticing things around you, be it the people, be it the places you go by or be it the scar that you believed never even existed. What I actually noticed was a beggar standing just next to me and he was looking at me. He did not say a word; he just stood there and looked at me. That freaked me out a little. I figured he must be dumb. Nevertheless I kept looking through the window, until I noticed his leg, the only one he had, that is. Being dumb on one leg seemed too much to me. I gave him 2 Rs and looked at his face. He spoke, and he asked me to give him 5. Money ‘talks’ trust me when I say that. I refused and told him that 2 were enough. He walked away, and all of this reminded me of a quote I had read some time back,
“If you lend someone 20$ and never see that person again, then it was probably worth it.”
Ten minutes later, another one came up and asked for some money so that he could buy some warm clothes for himself. If he was faking it, he was doing a darn good job because I did give him a rupee. He didn’t say anything and walked away. In the next one hour the rate was around one beggar every 15 minutes. This suddenly made me wonder about the passenger to beggar ratio on the train. After a while all of this started to get a little irksome. There was no more sympathy for them, no matter how torn you are, I wouldn’t, I just wouldn’t. I actually abused one in my head when he stepped on my foot. When all of this subsided, I was back to my music and the window. But, after a while I was actually interrupted by this strange thought that I was all heart for the first two beggars and there was nothing, nothing at all for all the other ones. They were just as much in need of money as the other two or the other two weren’t just as in need as all the others. This made me wonder as to how did this so called sympathy in me hide all of a sudden. Not that I was more humane an hour back than I was later, or maybe it was. There was suddenly, this side of me that I had never noticed before. One moment I would try to sympathise with a guy who was standing on one leg pretending to be dumb, on the other I wouldn’t mind abusing them. This small little beast in me was a little something new. I tried remembering whether this would happen all the time and the answer was a resounding Yes. I tried remembering whether this happened to my friends. It sure did.
I tried looking at the bigger picture after that. This beast in us actually surfaces so many times during a day, while driving, while watching a hot girl with someone else, while at college, while watching cricket, while playing it and trust me when I say while being with family too. There are these number of instances I could remember myself being a schmuck for no reason whatsoever. There is this corner of my heart that is so evil and so shrewd that it didn’t even let me know about it. I would wish ill for someone, I’m sure we all do that so many times. I wouldn’t exactly respect the freedom given to me by my parents by doing something or the other. I wouldn’t really listen to a friend just because I know what ego feels like. I wouldn’t listen to my mother just because she is my mother. This is insane. This sure is bad, I guess. This is something I never knew could interrupt me from being a fool that I am. The only thing that I doubt is that this is something I might think about only once in my life and never again. This is something that I don’t think I or anyone for that matter can change. This is what we are. This is what is meant to be.
Today, we swear not by Jesus, but by Lucifer.
666 is the mark of the beast.
“If you lend someone 20$ and never see that person again, then it was probably worth it.”
Ten minutes later, another one came up and asked for some money so that he could buy some warm clothes for himself. If he was faking it, he was doing a darn good job because I did give him a rupee. He didn’t say anything and walked away. In the next one hour the rate was around one beggar every 15 minutes. This suddenly made me wonder about the passenger to beggar ratio on the train. After a while all of this started to get a little irksome. There was no more sympathy for them, no matter how torn you are, I wouldn’t, I just wouldn’t. I actually abused one in my head when he stepped on my foot. When all of this subsided, I was back to my music and the window. But, after a while I was actually interrupted by this strange thought that I was all heart for the first two beggars and there was nothing, nothing at all for all the other ones. They were just as much in need of money as the other two or the other two weren’t just as in need as all the others. This made me wonder as to how did this so called sympathy in me hide all of a sudden. Not that I was more humane an hour back than I was later, or maybe it was. There was suddenly, this side of me that I had never noticed before. One moment I would try to sympathise with a guy who was standing on one leg pretending to be dumb, on the other I wouldn’t mind abusing them. This small little beast in me was a little something new. I tried remembering whether this would happen all the time and the answer was a resounding Yes. I tried remembering whether this happened to my friends. It sure did.
I tried looking at the bigger picture after that. This beast in us actually surfaces so many times during a day, while driving, while watching a hot girl with someone else, while at college, while watching cricket, while playing it and trust me when I say while being with family too. There are these number of instances I could remember myself being a schmuck for no reason whatsoever. There is this corner of my heart that is so evil and so shrewd that it didn’t even let me know about it. I would wish ill for someone, I’m sure we all do that so many times. I wouldn’t exactly respect the freedom given to me by my parents by doing something or the other. I wouldn’t really listen to a friend just because I know what ego feels like. I wouldn’t listen to my mother just because she is my mother. This is insane. This sure is bad, I guess. This is something I never knew could interrupt me from being a fool that I am. The only thing that I doubt is that this is something I might think about only once in my life and never again. This is something that I don’t think I or anyone for that matter can change. This is what we are. This is what is meant to be.
Today, we swear not by Jesus, but by Lucifer.
666 is the mark of the beast.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Hungry Baby in a Topless Bar
Confused? Yes? Then that is what the whole point is.
How many times in a day do I get confused about things I should do or the ones I shouldn’t? 18. No, 20! See? Make that 21.
The things I would want to possess, I could have them when I truly need them though. Ok, let me be honest, when I have the money.
Everything I could devour when I look at a menu. “Sir, what is it going to be?” “I’ll have what she’s having. “ I couldn't even pronounce it.
All the subjects I could start today. Is it about the subjects? Is it about today? There’s a new movie in town, if you know what I mean.
All the careers I could take up. Was it really that difficult?
That watch looked pretty. Oh shit! Look at this one. Irrespective, I never have the time, mother tells me.
All the places I would want to see. I’m not even sure about the places I’ve already seen.
Is it about the money? Or is it really about interest? Ya ya, I know. I was just saying! What’s the big deal?
Its 8:30. I should rise. “Dude, teri proxy nahi lag payi yaar!” Well, is it my mistake that he neither had the balls nor the skill to change his voice? He should probably die.
Whether I should start doing the chores is an altogether different matter. It is between me who wants to do them and me who doesn’t. Oh snap!!
If I should have green vegetables was an easy one a few months back, because I had the choice and the luxury. Is it really about having choices?
I never knew ‘Bhindi’ tasted so good!
Why is it that taking a bath or not becomes the 64000 dollar question every day? I guess, because they still hope that someday Axe will have women in bikinis running after them. ‘They’ hope, not me, because this was a bad joke.
I’m just confused. It is a nasty eight letter word.
I know what you’re thinking. “Is he an idiot or is he an idiot?” Well, there you go.
Why on Earth am I writing about all this? Am I being introspective or am I trying to show you how well can I write? There you go again!
Get this baby off of me! It is blocking my view, not the view of my life but of the topless bar.
How many times in a day do I get confused about things I should do or the ones I shouldn’t? 18. No, 20! See? Make that 21.
The things I would want to possess, I could have them when I truly need them though. Ok, let me be honest, when I have the money.
Everything I could devour when I look at a menu. “Sir, what is it going to be?” “I’ll have what she’s having. “ I couldn't even pronounce it.
All the subjects I could start today. Is it about the subjects? Is it about today? There’s a new movie in town, if you know what I mean.
All the careers I could take up. Was it really that difficult?
That watch looked pretty. Oh shit! Look at this one. Irrespective, I never have the time, mother tells me.
All the places I would want to see. I’m not even sure about the places I’ve already seen.
Is it about the money? Or is it really about interest? Ya ya, I know. I was just saying! What’s the big deal?
Its 8:30. I should rise. “Dude, teri proxy nahi lag payi yaar!” Well, is it my mistake that he neither had the balls nor the skill to change his voice? He should probably die.
Whether I should start doing the chores is an altogether different matter. It is between me who wants to do them and me who doesn’t. Oh snap!!
If I should have green vegetables was an easy one a few months back, because I had the choice and the luxury. Is it really about having choices?
I never knew ‘Bhindi’ tasted so good!
Why is it that taking a bath or not becomes the 64000 dollar question every day? I guess, because they still hope that someday Axe will have women in bikinis running after them. ‘They’ hope, not me, because this was a bad joke.
I’m just confused. It is a nasty eight letter word.
I know what you’re thinking. “Is he an idiot or is he an idiot?” Well, there you go.
Why on Earth am I writing about all this? Am I being introspective or am I trying to show you how well can I write? There you go again!
Get this baby off of me! It is blocking my view, not the view of my life but of the topless bar.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
The revenge of the LOL cat
He stood there, gazed at it long.
It looked back, longer.
Three of us, looked on, gravelled.
It walked off, searching.
He stood there, searching, for a man to pass.
I looked on, gravelled.
I thought, “LOL”, and raised my hand.
The day following, was forgettable.
I wondered, if it was the four legs.
If it was the LOL.
If he had a red letter day.
If my luck had switched sides.
I declared four legs.
I headed back.
Saw it again, the same place.
It was six feet under.
It was the mind.
It was the ignorance, not the luck.
It was a way out.
We crossed it.
We are the cat.
It looked back, longer.
Three of us, looked on, gravelled.
It walked off, searching.
He stood there, searching, for a man to pass.
I looked on, gravelled.
I thought, “LOL”, and raised my hand.
The day following, was forgettable.
I wondered, if it was the four legs.
If it was the LOL.
If he had a red letter day.
If my luck had switched sides.
I declared four legs.
I headed back.
Saw it again, the same place.
It was six feet under.
It was the mind.
It was the ignorance, not the luck.
It was a way out.
We crossed it.
We are the cat.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Green Dunes
There are dunes, and then there are hills smelling green.
There is pink, and then there is the colour of the sea.
There are palaces, and then there are the ones redefining the shape.
There are people who walk, and then there are people who make them realise the fact.
There is a ‘Safa’, and then there is a culture going beyond.
There is a place to live, and then there is place to live and let live.
There are jewels, and then there is a place where they shine.
There are temperatures that rise, and then there are women who become the reason.
There is a Her Highness, and then there are women who can play one.
There are spices that conquer, and then there is a ‘Sena’ that tries.
There are forts of awe, and then there is a necklace that compares.
There is a John Lennon who is Rajput, and then there is the other way round.
There is a sky without clouds, and then there is a sky if we can see one.
There is majesty, and then there is charm.
There are transitions, and then there are journeys that bring you home.
There is a place where I was, and then there is a place where I am.
There is pink, and then there is the colour of the sea.
There are palaces, and then there are the ones redefining the shape.
There are people who walk, and then there are people who make them realise the fact.
There is a ‘Safa’, and then there is a culture going beyond.
There is a place to live, and then there is place to live and let live.
There are jewels, and then there is a place where they shine.
There are temperatures that rise, and then there are women who become the reason.
There is a Her Highness, and then there are women who can play one.
There are spices that conquer, and then there is a ‘Sena’ that tries.
There are forts of awe, and then there is a necklace that compares.
There is a John Lennon who is Rajput, and then there is the other way round.
There is a sky without clouds, and then there is a sky if we can see one.
There is majesty, and then there is charm.
There are transitions, and then there are journeys that bring you home.
There is a place where I was, and then there is a place where I am.
Friday, April 2, 2010
The Inn of Eight Happinesses
The Inn of First Happiness
Feel the umbilical cord being clamped.
Look at all the weird faces staring at you. Some, with wet eyes.
Everything’s alien. The only familiar matter you knew until now, was nothing.
Look at the weird faces again.
Cry.
Smile.
The Inn of Second Happiness
Get ready to be enlightened. Get ready to play.
Get ready to eat letters.
Get ready to mould clay.
Get ready to stay happy for just about everything. Even for bad scores.
Get ready to cry for an ice cream, and cry louder for another one.
Get ready to smile.
The Inn of Third Happiness
Make your parents happy. Study more.
Make your parents think. Make excuses.
Make your parents to buy you a phone. Score well.
Make your parents pay. Talk until late night.
Make your parents see the good side of you. Get nagged for the shady one.
Make your parents see the good side of you, again. Smile with them.
The Inn of Fourth Happiness
Look at her. Look at her again.
She’s the one.
No, she’s not.
Look at her friend. Look at her friend again.
She’s the one.
Smile at her. Make her cry. It feels good.
She cries. She cries for your friend.
He’s the one.
Smile at her. She feels good. Stay with her.
Make her happy.
Try.
The Inn of Fifth Happiness
Spread out. Start applying.
Start worrying.
Start earning bread, if not butter. Start earning.
Start wearing masks. Start sucking up.
Start flattering.
Start talking money.
Start earning. Spread out.
The Inn of Sixth Happiness
Decide on a face.
Decide on a caste.
Decide on a career.
Decide on a complexion.
Decide on a girl.
Do not decide. Fall in love.
Have a monsoon wedding.
The Inn of Seventh Happiness
See the umbilical cord being clamped.
Make weird faces in anticipation. With eyes wet, look at it smile.
Everything’s alien now. The only matter familiar to you now, is that smile.
Make a weird face again.
Cry.
Smile.
The Inn of Eighth Happiness
Thank God for making it to the eighth inn.
Thank God for making clay.
Thank God for making parents.
Thank God for making her.
Thank God for the earnings.
Thank God for making monsoons.
Thank God for making it smile.
Thank God for making Sachin Tendulkar.
Feel the umbilical cord being clamped.
Look at all the weird faces staring at you. Some, with wet eyes.
Everything’s alien. The only familiar matter you knew until now, was nothing.
Look at the weird faces again.
Cry.
Smile.
The Inn of Second Happiness
Get ready to be enlightened. Get ready to play.
Get ready to eat letters.
Get ready to mould clay.
Get ready to stay happy for just about everything. Even for bad scores.
Get ready to cry for an ice cream, and cry louder for another one.
Get ready to smile.
The Inn of Third Happiness
Make your parents happy. Study more.
Make your parents think. Make excuses.
Make your parents to buy you a phone. Score well.
Make your parents pay. Talk until late night.
Make your parents see the good side of you. Get nagged for the shady one.
Make your parents see the good side of you, again. Smile with them.
The Inn of Fourth Happiness
Look at her. Look at her again.
She’s the one.
No, she’s not.
Look at her friend. Look at her friend again.
She’s the one.
Smile at her. Make her cry. It feels good.
She cries. She cries for your friend.
He’s the one.
Smile at her. She feels good. Stay with her.
Make her happy.
Try.
The Inn of Fifth Happiness
Spread out. Start applying.
Start worrying.
Start earning bread, if not butter. Start earning.
Start wearing masks. Start sucking up.
Start flattering.
Start talking money.
Start earning. Spread out.
The Inn of Sixth Happiness
Decide on a face.
Decide on a caste.
Decide on a career.
Decide on a complexion.
Decide on a girl.
Do not decide. Fall in love.
Have a monsoon wedding.
The Inn of Seventh Happiness
See the umbilical cord being clamped.
Make weird faces in anticipation. With eyes wet, look at it smile.
Everything’s alien now. The only matter familiar to you now, is that smile.
Make a weird face again.
Cry.
Smile.
The Inn of Eighth Happiness
Thank God for making it to the eighth inn.
Thank God for making clay.
Thank God for making parents.
Thank God for making her.
Thank God for the earnings.
Thank God for making monsoons.
Thank God for making it smile.
Thank God for making Sachin Tendulkar.
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