kya kahe ab hum
jab waqt dhal chala
na hai ab aane ki khabar
na koi jaane ka gila
armaan-e-dil ke toote kiwad
kaanpte hai aah-o ke toofan mei
nahi rehta koi yahaa
soona hai yeh makaa
mann ke mandir se
moorat uthh gayi hai jab
na hoga ab koi jashn yahaa
bas ek janaaza niklega
PS: Creative. Wrote several days back after I read some particularly sad story.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Journeys:2: Lost and Found
Everytime I step out of the house, it is nothing short of an adventure. Bad precedent set early on in life did that I think.
The first time ever my parents left me alone for 5 mins was when I was about 3 years old. Do they regret it or what?! I have been known to have taken an affinity to the outdoors ever since. Well.... at least until after my undergrad college.
Let me start at the beginning. I was 3 and we lived in a small town in Western India. It was the day of the annual function at my sister's school. We were all very excited since she was to recieve 1st prize for Runnins Race at the function. Dad was gonna come to school straight from work. So mum and us daughters got ready and were about to lock up the house when I insisted I get to do the deed. So mum handed the lock to me and waited at the gate.
So here I was busy dealing with the lock, when I heard mum and sis walk out to the street. Now the street was a short path down from the door. And if I remember right their were some hedges lining the compound too. For about half a minute I was hearing voices in the street but couldn't see anyone. And since I had gotten myself into the situation by choice, I had to figure out how to lock up also na! So by the time I got done figuring out the lock and doing the needful there was absolute silence outside.
Out sautered lil me to find the whole family had ditched me and gone ahead. At least that's the conclusion my beautiful mind came to!!
I was to find out later that the neighbour's kid had gotten back from the hospital after some illness and mum n sis dropped in to see how she was doing.
But then genius me concluded they had just started walking ahead and I was supposed to catch-up. I ran up to the street corner, still no mum n sis. So I went a little furthur, still no one. By this time I had reached the local panwala/cycle repair kinda shop [my memory eludes me] and looking every bit the lost child about to spill her treasure of pearly tears.
Nice man at shop came up to me and asked me who I was and where was home and such. Now bright lil kiddo that I was, I gave him the whole story, didn't leave out anything. Which went something like this;
"My sister studies in the local KV. It is their annual function today. She is supposed to get a prize. My family left me and went ahead. I dont know how to get there. booo hooo hooo!!!!!"
Nice man at shop also had a bicycle with him. Asked me if i knew how to get there or where the school was. Now I had been to the school only a coupla times with my parents. But the photographic memory of roads which does not extend to people or incidents was put into use the first time ever! I told him a coupla landmarks for the school. It was next to a big water tank. Surprisely Nice Man knew where that was, dumps me on the bicycle bar and cycles all the way to school.
By the time we get there it had started to get dark and I was getting increasingly upset about not finding my family. Once we got there bright man took me upto the stage, held me up and announced my name hoping someone would come get me!
Meanwhile mom and sis came outta neighbour's house to find me gone. Suffice to say mum went beserk with worry. Called dad at work and he came home too. After considerable searching and registering a complaint and such Dad decided to go check at the school anyway.
Imagine his surprise when he reached the school and one of the teachers [Chandan Madam] came upto him with self in tow!!
Apparently we had been to this particular teacher's house just the night before to verify some function related question and she had seen me. So when the guy held me up on the stage she recognized me and kept me with her till dad got there.
Anonymous nice man had gone home after doing his good deed for the day.
PS: we did go back to the function with sis later, just in time for "jana gana mana...." :D
The first time ever my parents left me alone for 5 mins was when I was about 3 years old. Do they regret it or what?! I have been known to have taken an affinity to the outdoors ever since. Well.... at least until after my undergrad college.
Let me start at the beginning. I was 3 and we lived in a small town in Western India. It was the day of the annual function at my sister's school. We were all very excited since she was to recieve 1st prize for Runnins Race at the function. Dad was gonna come to school straight from work. So mum and us daughters got ready and were about to lock up the house when I insisted I get to do the deed. So mum handed the lock to me and waited at the gate.
So here I was busy dealing with the lock, when I heard mum and sis walk out to the street. Now the street was a short path down from the door. And if I remember right their were some hedges lining the compound too. For about half a minute I was hearing voices in the street but couldn't see anyone. And since I had gotten myself into the situation by choice, I had to figure out how to lock up also na! So by the time I got done figuring out the lock and doing the needful there was absolute silence outside.
Out sautered lil me to find the whole family had ditched me and gone ahead. At least that's the conclusion my beautiful mind came to!!
I was to find out later that the neighbour's kid had gotten back from the hospital after some illness and mum n sis dropped in to see how she was doing.
But then genius me concluded they had just started walking ahead and I was supposed to catch-up. I ran up to the street corner, still no mum n sis. So I went a little furthur, still no one. By this time I had reached the local panwala/cycle repair kinda shop [my memory eludes me] and looking every bit the lost child about to spill her treasure of pearly tears.
Nice man at shop came up to me and asked me who I was and where was home and such. Now bright lil kiddo that I was, I gave him the whole story, didn't leave out anything. Which went something like this;
"My sister studies in the local KV. It is their annual function today. She is supposed to get a prize. My family left me and went ahead. I dont know how to get there. booo hooo hooo!!!!!"
Nice man at shop also had a bicycle with him. Asked me if i knew how to get there or where the school was. Now I had been to the school only a coupla times with my parents. But the photographic memory of roads which does not extend to people or incidents was put into use the first time ever! I told him a coupla landmarks for the school. It was next to a big water tank. Surprisely Nice Man knew where that was, dumps me on the bicycle bar and cycles all the way to school.
By the time we get there it had started to get dark and I was getting increasingly upset about not finding my family. Once we got there bright man took me upto the stage, held me up and announced my name hoping someone would come get me!
Meanwhile mom and sis came outta neighbour's house to find me gone. Suffice to say mum went beserk with worry. Called dad at work and he came home too. After considerable searching and registering a complaint and such Dad decided to go check at the school anyway.
Imagine his surprise when he reached the school and one of the teachers [Chandan Madam] came upto him with self in tow!!
Apparently we had been to this particular teacher's house just the night before to verify some function related question and she had seen me. So when the guy held me up on the stage she recognized me and kept me with her till dad got there.
Anonymous nice man had gone home after doing his good deed for the day.
PS: we did go back to the function with sis later, just in time for "jana gana mana...." :D
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Journeys:1:Silp and Slide
I always have a hard time enumerating favourites. For e.g fav food, music, actor, movie, hobby yada yada yada. My answer usually begins with a "umm........" and launches into an explanation of some categories the possible fav(s) can fall into.
But if someone asks me what I enjoy most, then surely I can say without hesitation "Traveling and exploring new places". Now that is something I am up for every time a suggestion comes up and it is always eventful and interesting.
Thinking back it is something, which comes from habit and not by choice, I suppose. I have been travelling from almost when i was born, never staying in one place for longer than 5 years.
My first trip was from Bangalore to Bombay, when I was just about 3 months old. Of course I don't remember anything about it, but my folks have told me the story enough times to know it by heart.
[Possibly the first journey was earlier when my mum came over from b’bay to b’lore, but let’s just deal with absolutes only for now :P ]
So there I was a little bundle of joy to my mum and grandparents. After the initial resistance, I was even starting to be my sister’s favourite plaything. After 3 months my mum decided to get back to Bombay and dad. So plans were made, tickets were bought etc., for the almost day long train ride to b’bay. Now in those days that was a very long journey from my grandparents point of view. Also post-natal care was the top most concern on their mind. So, all things considered, dear daughter’s luggage was nearing a truckload by the time we were ready to board the train.
Thanks to helpful co-passengers and general concern for lone mother with 2 kids, we were all safely set up in the compartment and sent off. Grandpa promptly sent a telegram to son-in-law as soon as train left;
“Family boarded Kurla Express. Stop. Reaching 8 am. Stop. More luggage than usual. Stop.”
My dad although forewarned in this gentle manner by well meaning parents-in-law took only one friend with him to the station thinking, “how much luggage can there be?”
Journey itself was uneventful. Now the great and beautiful Victoria Terminus [as it was called then, I still refer to it as VT] is a lovely mess if there ever was one. It used to be a pretty dirty and extremely crowded station. One needs special skills to maneuver the crowd and the bustle.
Train reached Bombay at expected time, there was Dad with faithful friend to pick up the wife n kids. Dad comes into the compartment and starts looking around to pick up our luggage. Turns out all that he can lay eyes on are his to pick up. Being the fan of minimalism that he is, he was instantly annoyed at the excesses of his parents-in-law, and the quiet acceptance of it on my Mum’s behalf.
Now Dad is a person who never expresses anger in loud or harsh words, he just goes quiet with a knotted expression on his face. So that’s what he did. After a grunted “hmpf!” at the collective situation, hugs and such for the kids he turned around to start pulling stuff out of the compartment with his friend. After several trips of in and out a nice little pile was formed on the platform and all that was left in the compartment was mum and I [Sister of course had happily trotted off to help the guys with the ‘hard work’]
So making sure all our stuff was out, Mum made her way to the door. You know how high those steps are in Indian Railways? Suffice to know they are pretty high from the platform. So there was Mum, trying to negotiate, purse, baby bag, baby and steps all at the same time. Dad sensing the difficulty asked her to hand something to him. Mum hands me over so that she can use both hands to hold the railing to step down.
The gap between the platform and the train was considerable and as I was being passed from Mum to Dad, a piece of luggage blocking dad’s way caused him to trip a little and I slipped out of both hands and fell towards the edge of the platform and that gap.
For a moment there I am sure both their hearts stopped beating.
But fortune smileth on self, the aforementioned piece of luggage in dad’s way was a bedroll [also called a hold-all in my grandpa’s words, which was like a carry-on sleeping bag in those days]. So baby safely landed on the bed-roll, ensuring instant relief all around.
Of course some healthy crying due to shock and surprise followed, but all in all my first journey was safe though eventful.
But if someone asks me what I enjoy most, then surely I can say without hesitation "Traveling and exploring new places". Now that is something I am up for every time a suggestion comes up and it is always eventful and interesting.
Thinking back it is something, which comes from habit and not by choice, I suppose. I have been travelling from almost when i was born, never staying in one place for longer than 5 years.
My first trip was from Bangalore to Bombay, when I was just about 3 months old. Of course I don't remember anything about it, but my folks have told me the story enough times to know it by heart.
[Possibly the first journey was earlier when my mum came over from b’bay to b’lore, but let’s just deal with absolutes only for now :P ]
So there I was a little bundle of joy to my mum and grandparents. After the initial resistance, I was even starting to be my sister’s favourite plaything. After 3 months my mum decided to get back to Bombay and dad. So plans were made, tickets were bought etc., for the almost day long train ride to b’bay. Now in those days that was a very long journey from my grandparents point of view. Also post-natal care was the top most concern on their mind. So, all things considered, dear daughter’s luggage was nearing a truckload by the time we were ready to board the train.
Thanks to helpful co-passengers and general concern for lone mother with 2 kids, we were all safely set up in the compartment and sent off. Grandpa promptly sent a telegram to son-in-law as soon as train left;
“Family boarded Kurla Express. Stop. Reaching 8 am. Stop. More luggage than usual. Stop.”
My dad although forewarned in this gentle manner by well meaning parents-in-law took only one friend with him to the station thinking, “how much luggage can there be?”
Journey itself was uneventful. Now the great and beautiful Victoria Terminus [as it was called then, I still refer to it as VT] is a lovely mess if there ever was one. It used to be a pretty dirty and extremely crowded station. One needs special skills to maneuver the crowd and the bustle.
Train reached Bombay at expected time, there was Dad with faithful friend to pick up the wife n kids. Dad comes into the compartment and starts looking around to pick up our luggage. Turns out all that he can lay eyes on are his to pick up. Being the fan of minimalism that he is, he was instantly annoyed at the excesses of his parents-in-law, and the quiet acceptance of it on my Mum’s behalf.
Now Dad is a person who never expresses anger in loud or harsh words, he just goes quiet with a knotted expression on his face. So that’s what he did. After a grunted “hmpf!” at the collective situation, hugs and such for the kids he turned around to start pulling stuff out of the compartment with his friend. After several trips of in and out a nice little pile was formed on the platform and all that was left in the compartment was mum and I [Sister of course had happily trotted off to help the guys with the ‘hard work’]
So making sure all our stuff was out, Mum made her way to the door. You know how high those steps are in Indian Railways? Suffice to know they are pretty high from the platform. So there was Mum, trying to negotiate, purse, baby bag, baby and steps all at the same time. Dad sensing the difficulty asked her to hand something to him. Mum hands me over so that she can use both hands to hold the railing to step down.
The gap between the platform and the train was considerable and as I was being passed from Mum to Dad, a piece of luggage blocking dad’s way caused him to trip a little and I slipped out of both hands and fell towards the edge of the platform and that gap.
For a moment there I am sure both their hearts stopped beating.
But fortune smileth on self, the aforementioned piece of luggage in dad’s way was a bedroll [also called a hold-all in my grandpa’s words, which was like a carry-on sleeping bag in those days]. So baby safely landed on the bed-roll, ensuring instant relief all around.
Of course some healthy crying due to shock and surprise followed, but all in all my first journey was safe though eventful.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Another winter day has come
And gone away
And even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
This year my tolerance for the winter chill has gone down severely. Since I had given up on the thought of going home, it was all the more unbearable. But winter hasn't quite taken off this year. Maybe the nature gods are on my side, I thought. Somehow the year seems to have been too long and yet time seems to have flown by.
And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
I make new friends at an alarming rate. It is sometimes scary actually. Very disorienting in too, emotionally i.e. People come and go every few months. Groups form and scatter every year. As I begin to see a pattern it disintegrates and a new one takes its place [Builds resilience i hear ;) ]
Amidst all this chaos there is a beacon which keeps things in line. One thought which makes sense and keeps all confusion at bay. Took me a long time to realize but yea, there is always one place I can go to for constancy [even if it is constant lunacy ;)] Home!!
Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
If you really want something there is always some way to find it. Despite dozens of nagging questions and if's and but's & maybe's and may-not be's I have made up my mind and booked the tickets! yeayyyyy!
I am going home! actually in the 4 yrs i have been here never have i been more thrilled abt going home as this year! i really can't put a finger on why?
[I deeply suspect it is all cos of the nostalgia filled blogs Scary writes :D now i can stop being jealous and go enjoy my own trip ;)]
As soon as the thought takes shape, my mind is flooded with images of people, the house which has been my permanent address for quite sometime now, the streets in my area where practically everyone knows everyone else. new people come and go but the old original set has weathered its way thru the years.
hmm..... so much do! i run out of breath as my mind makes its way down an invisible list.
The fav hang outs, discovering new ones, places to check upon, deals to bargain in the little unknown gali's and of course scores of ppl to meet!! uff! 3 weeks is never enough time is it? But we shall make it worth it!! :)
Let me go home
It will all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home
- from Micheal Buble's Home
And even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
This year my tolerance for the winter chill has gone down severely. Since I had given up on the thought of going home, it was all the more unbearable. But winter hasn't quite taken off this year. Maybe the nature gods are on my side, I thought. Somehow the year seems to have been too long and yet time seems to have flown by.
And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
I make new friends at an alarming rate. It is sometimes scary actually. Very disorienting in too, emotionally i.e. People come and go every few months. Groups form and scatter every year. As I begin to see a pattern it disintegrates and a new one takes its place [Builds resilience i hear ;) ]
Amidst all this chaos there is a beacon which keeps things in line. One thought which makes sense and keeps all confusion at bay. Took me a long time to realize but yea, there is always one place I can go to for constancy [even if it is constant lunacy ;)] Home!!
Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
If you really want something there is always some way to find it. Despite dozens of nagging questions and if's and but's & maybe's and may-not be's I have made up my mind and booked the tickets! yeayyyyy!
I am going home! actually in the 4 yrs i have been here never have i been more thrilled abt going home as this year! i really can't put a finger on why?
[I deeply suspect it is all cos of the nostalgia filled blogs Scary writes :D now i can stop being jealous and go enjoy my own trip ;)]
As soon as the thought takes shape, my mind is flooded with images of people, the house which has been my permanent address for quite sometime now, the streets in my area where practically everyone knows everyone else. new people come and go but the old original set has weathered its way thru the years.
hmm..... so much do! i run out of breath as my mind makes its way down an invisible list.
The fav hang outs, discovering new ones, places to check upon, deals to bargain in the little unknown gali's and of course scores of ppl to meet!! uff! 3 weeks is never enough time is it? But we shall make it worth it!! :)
Let me go home
It will all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home
- from Micheal Buble's Home
Monday, November 21, 2005
baat ek raat ki
2:02
“ek chai”
Grunt
2:04
Train whistles
“do rupiya, pyali wapas”
2:05
Chug chug…
half cup…
“pyali……”
S3… chug chug chug…
2:06
Oof! Oof! Slurp…
S6…S7…… chug-chug, chug-chug…
2:07
Ouch! Oof ooof!
“yeh lo!!”
2:08
S11……running desperately
“haath do!”
shit! !
"jaldi!!"
“meri chai?!” she asked laughing as I climbed in panting!
PS: Creative. trying a hand at the 55 word story.
“ek chai”
Grunt
2:04
Train whistles
“do rupiya, pyali wapas”
2:05
Chug chug…
half cup…
“pyali……”
S3… chug chug chug…
2:06
Oof! Oof! Slurp…
S6…S7…… chug-chug, chug-chug…
2:07
Ouch! Oof ooof!
“yeh lo!!”
2:08
S11……running desperately
“haath do!”
shit! !
"jaldi!!"
“meri chai?!” she asked laughing as I climbed in panting!
PS: Creative. trying a hand at the 55 word story.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
goodbye and goodluck
i shall never forget the day we met
fireworks lit the sky
yes i remember the day we met
wasn’t it the fourth of July?
time flew as we explored
and umpteen evenings we spent together
let me tell you my heart’s desire
i want to fetch the moon for you
the emotions were there
but a little confused
the time we spent
was not, with love infused
let us try this novel scheme
you be my best friend
and i shall try to be yours
yes it is novel indeed
cos i have been your friend
but you are yet to be mine
but we must be!
i miss you when you aren’t around
i even make up reasons to come see you
but i might never have guessed
from the way you behave
how would i know the truth
when being a mystery, so much you love
but can you do one thing for me
wait for me while i make up my mind
think of me more than anyone around
how dare you dangle a carrot in my face
of all the confused people i know
you take the cake
maybe nothing else will work out
and before you know i will be back
then we can continue our little jaunt
hold hands and sing Faust
if i cannot be your choice
i won't either be a backup
i hope you will understand
when i wish you "goodbye and goodluck”
PS: Creative
Monday, November 07, 2005
standing still
i am officially in hibernation. season being the first reason. after all it is winter! no living thing should be out in the blasted cold longer than absolutely necessary.
also after an year long series of activities i am kinda burnt out on the outdoor thing. let me list a few things, started with skiing bright and early on Jan 1st! progressed to more sking, kayaking, canoeing, parasailing, horseback riding, swimming, rafting, trekking [whew!]
my system is rejecting the very thought of going anywhere or doing anything new, i have pushed myself too much i guess, so time to wind down.
the group I was hanging out with is kinda dissolved for the next coupla months. So there goes the chance of any external temptation. It is "india trip" time for everyone. Some of them getting married, some of them who want to.
so i am looking forward to a few months of uninterrupted "me" time. new job and possibly new apt should keep me busy.
have you seen "bed of roses"? there is a scene in the end where Christian Slater has given up delivering flowers and has furniture in his apt, i somehow feel like that.
Ahh well.... good year so far. let us smile and brave the winter.
Humming:Baanigondu yelle yellide
also after an year long series of activities i am kinda burnt out on the outdoor thing. let me list a few things, started with skiing bright and early on Jan 1st! progressed to more sking, kayaking, canoeing, parasailing, horseback riding, swimming, rafting, trekking [whew!]
my system is rejecting the very thought of going anywhere or doing anything new, i have pushed myself too much i guess, so time to wind down.
the group I was hanging out with is kinda dissolved for the next coupla months. So there goes the chance of any external temptation. It is "india trip" time for everyone. Some of them getting married, some of them who want to.
so i am looking forward to a few months of uninterrupted "me" time. new job and possibly new apt should keep me busy.
have you seen "bed of roses"? there is a scene in the end where Christian Slater has given up delivering flowers and has furniture in his apt, i somehow feel like that.
Ahh well.... good year so far. let us smile and brave the winter.
Humming:Baanigondu yelle yellide
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