Come up with me through this dark alley,
Of music, dance and wine.
Let me drown you in my joyous valley,
Exploding nectar divine!
Here hold Medusa's head for me,
There are further treasures to seek.
While I feast on thy neuronic body,
Let the substances not leak.
Oh my God yet another GillyFlower,
Special in its own right.
How do I bend a little lower,
And pluck her without a fight.
And while I sit up high on this hill
And watch all the mess below
My eyes linger on just one and maybe another
Such an unmatched pair and yet still
Giddy and happy I am
I just came down that hill
Me and that hare Liam
Frolicked till we had our fill
I am but a piece of art,
Caress me with your eyes.
No dont get any further dear,
Your imagination should suffice.
Here on the sandy shores,
Everything tastes coarse.
I am thirsty, my eyes hurt,
Even when the waters spurt.
My teeth are sweet,
With the cake of your labour.
Drinking from your chalise,
I look upon this world with renewed fervour.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
And what if he could read my mind
I watched him as he played with my hair
A thumb bandaged because of a careless affair
An interesting Kay Menon face
A shock of red and blond hair
A white pair of jeans with a flashy silver belt
A red tee worn with unabashed flair
I could see the women looking
Desire and admiration inter-mingled
While he skillfully shaped my face
I could see he could read them all
The merry lass, the leary Jane
And while I sat counting his fans
I saw his eyes rest below my mane
A naughty smile that seemed to say
Ha ha would you like to step into this fray
Just imagine its so much fun
I tap into your mind while I cut your hair
And do a pretty map of all that's there
Oops I spill out and gear up to run!
A thumb bandaged because of a careless affair
An interesting Kay Menon face
A shock of red and blond hair
A white pair of jeans with a flashy silver belt
A red tee worn with unabashed flair
I could see the women looking
Desire and admiration inter-mingled
While he skillfully shaped my face
I could see he could read them all
The merry lass, the leary Jane
And while I sat counting his fans
I saw his eyes rest below my mane
A naughty smile that seemed to say
Ha ha would you like to step into this fray
Just imagine its so much fun
I tap into your mind while I cut your hair
And do a pretty map of all that's there
Oops I spill out and gear up to run!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
The lake that could have been a mean river!
Into the pitch black of the night
Where a handful stars from above threw light
I walked my way through those steep broken steps
To catch a glimpse of your broken spirit
On the broken wooden pier I stood
Flying high like a drunk should
And I saw, what I might not see again
What you are and what you should have been
Wild and limitless, yet so bound
Deep and shallow both at once
Makings of a river so pronounced
And for a moment, we were one!
I know you reached out to me
A cry of glory narrowed by foolish trappings
We wailed out in unison, called our ancestors as one
And I knew then my calling
I will never let myself become you
A river to a lake
Oh no, there is too much at stake
But I shall come back my friend
Just to let you know that I did not succumb
And that from a river I became a sea
While you shrank away from being free!
Where a handful stars from above threw light
I walked my way through those steep broken steps
To catch a glimpse of your broken spirit
On the broken wooden pier I stood
Flying high like a drunk should
And I saw, what I might not see again
What you are and what you should have been
Wild and limitless, yet so bound
Deep and shallow both at once
Makings of a river so pronounced
And for a moment, we were one!
I know you reached out to me
A cry of glory narrowed by foolish trappings
We wailed out in unison, called our ancestors as one
And I knew then my calling
I will never let myself become you
A river to a lake
Oh no, there is too much at stake
But I shall come back my friend
Just to let you know that I did not succumb
And that from a river I became a sea
While you shrank away from being free!
Friday, August 28, 2009
And where would Xanadu be?
Show me higher love. What next beyond the normal? Coz everything that can be conceived is well within the periphery of what can be achieved. Hell I wish I knew. Ha, hell indeed. Too overrated for my taste. Been there, done that. Not really, but for a shallow soul a whiff is all that's needed.
And where would Xanadu be. Stop looking out and look within this empty shell. Vibrations and fragrances unknown. Mystical bells and banging doors. And the intention to bring me down on all fours.
Off I go this course called life, face death a thousand times. And yet foolishly aspire for a possibility that's higher!
And where would Xanadu be. Stop looking out and look within this empty shell. Vibrations and fragrances unknown. Mystical bells and banging doors. And the intention to bring me down on all fours.
Off I go this course called life, face death a thousand times. And yet foolishly aspire for a possibility that's higher!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Need to carry my camera all the time!
Turning onto the quiet road in the pitch black of the night, we saw a regal stray sitting right in the middle of the road, the shot will just have to remain in my mind.
Tea and ciggis; A dozen bikers and cabbies hovering around a cart at a crossing, the only thing available at that time.
And then the usual scene of a girl seeing her biker boyfriend off, the gates bearing testimony to this growing ardour
Driving back with the sun overhead, chanced upon a beautiful old lady sitting on a Bullet behind her son dressed up in her Jat ethnic wear. He was busy with his phone while the pillion seemed oblivious to the changing world leaping up around her.
Well there's more I do not want to give any further excuses, I will click instead!
Tea and ciggis; A dozen bikers and cabbies hovering around a cart at a crossing, the only thing available at that time.
And then the usual scene of a girl seeing her biker boyfriend off, the gates bearing testimony to this growing ardour
Driving back with the sun overhead, chanced upon a beautiful old lady sitting on a Bullet behind her son dressed up in her Jat ethnic wear. He was busy with his phone while the pillion seemed oblivious to the changing world leaping up around her.
Well there's more I do not want to give any further excuses, I will click instead!
Friday, June 12, 2009
A stream in Wayanad
What are you saying oh springy stream?
It can't be as mundane as washing clothes
Guess its about going past the boulders anyways
Yes for a while you are constricted, there is pain
But look at the amazing music you make!
It can't be as mundane as washing clothes
Guess its about going past the boulders anyways
Yes for a while you are constricted, there is pain
But look at the amazing music you make!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Wondrous streets
I was going for a jog the other morning and I saw these bunch of street dogs barking away at a German Sheppard tagging along with its owner. They kept barking and edging towards it. Here I was getting all worked about the whole thing while the subject in question just did not seem to be perturbed at all.. Our world of boundaries and those that skip across!
The other day I was at the signal. There was this svelte woman walking with her back to me, swaying her long braid of hair to match her gait. Of course it was an Eunuch and she was doing it with purpose. For a minute I burst out laughing, a pathetic bid to ensnare! But then the more I looked the more I was drawn. To live off a body that did not qualify as one of the sexes and yet had the potential of both. Maybe she is more free than I can ever be.
We walked into our favorite haunt, my friend and I. Headed straight for our regular table. And there he was, an acquaintance of mine who had been eyeing her for a while now. He saw his chance, when we asked him why he frequented the place. He worked it out like a movie shot. Led her to his table and got us into a conversation on wine, what most women want and then, unceremoniously asked us to leave, promising another session later. So beautiful, this whole urge to muster up your courage and go for something you think is right, atleast for a while!
I was driving back home one night and my eyes chanced upon this frail old man gleefully smacking his lips. He was sitting outside his tiny hovel with his plate of rice and curry. Don't know why, I felt party to his joy of the most basic need of a being, plain hunger and its offering to satiate!
Then there was this balloon guy on the road, selling them in all shapes and sizes. He had this racous voice, imploring people to buy. If not for the lovely sight it proved for a child, it would be a miracle if he sold anything at all!
While the huge long snake crawls along with unending twists and turns, dips and climbs and miraculous finds, the traveller in me skips along, hungry for more. Eager to keep a score!
The other day I was at the signal. There was this svelte woman walking with her back to me, swaying her long braid of hair to match her gait. Of course it was an Eunuch and she was doing it with purpose. For a minute I burst out laughing, a pathetic bid to ensnare! But then the more I looked the more I was drawn. To live off a body that did not qualify as one of the sexes and yet had the potential of both. Maybe she is more free than I can ever be.
We walked into our favorite haunt, my friend and I. Headed straight for our regular table. And there he was, an acquaintance of mine who had been eyeing her for a while now. He saw his chance, when we asked him why he frequented the place. He worked it out like a movie shot. Led her to his table and got us into a conversation on wine, what most women want and then, unceremoniously asked us to leave, promising another session later. So beautiful, this whole urge to muster up your courage and go for something you think is right, atleast for a while!
I was driving back home one night and my eyes chanced upon this frail old man gleefully smacking his lips. He was sitting outside his tiny hovel with his plate of rice and curry. Don't know why, I felt party to his joy of the most basic need of a being, plain hunger and its offering to satiate!
Then there was this balloon guy on the road, selling them in all shapes and sizes. He had this racous voice, imploring people to buy. If not for the lovely sight it proved for a child, it would be a miracle if he sold anything at all!
While the huge long snake crawls along with unending twists and turns, dips and climbs and miraculous finds, the traveller in me skips along, hungry for more. Eager to keep a score!
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Stuffed Toys, Shaitans and Syntacto
Well I do not remember being fond of stuffed toys as a child. Infact loved this toy dog which looked so very real. It was made out of very hard wood with a thin line of fur, just like a real dog with a pretty golden collar. That was the closest I got to furry things...
But then I was crazy about dolls, doll houses, experimenting with pigments from flowers and leaves like any other little girl.
But then the other side of me liked the spooky, weird unknowns. Remember my grandpa telling me those amazing ghost stories. And that little girl in school, guess I was in my second standard. She fed me stories about shaitans, the ones that would rise out of tombs in the form of black swallows, the glass eating tribe that she belonged to, she even ate a piece to prove her point. I was so fascinated, I remember trying it myself.
And then I was mean, I remember giving this horrid potion, the contents I cannot reveal to some girl as a welcome drink to my party. This was when I was maybe 5 years old.
I remember playing with ants, drowning and rescuing them all at once.
I was a rambunctious little punk, stealing mangoes from the trees of my neighbours, pulling away kites that touched my terrace walls, playing the fool with eunuchs on their begging juants if I may call it. You should see them, they would do anything for attention and money, even strip.
I remember going up to those tiny Hanuman temples where people would stick coins onto the sticky saffron colored walls only to be pulled off by the likes of me to buy Haajmola like candies.
And then there was the dancer in me, totally in love with Kathak and just about pleasing people with my half hearted efforts in Bharathnatyam
It was high school and pilching fruits from hawkers, jumping walls during inspections was in.
And college when I remember my friend and me chasing a guy during a loadshedding. It was funny because he tried to eve-tease the wrong girls. We whistled, cat-called and started following him till he started running for his dear life.
And today I stand, strangely sobered. Yet I cannot deny, there are moments still when that gayyali erupts like a volcano, dormant but very much alive!
I love you Syntacto.
But then I was crazy about dolls, doll houses, experimenting with pigments from flowers and leaves like any other little girl.
But then the other side of me liked the spooky, weird unknowns. Remember my grandpa telling me those amazing ghost stories. And that little girl in school, guess I was in my second standard. She fed me stories about shaitans, the ones that would rise out of tombs in the form of black swallows, the glass eating tribe that she belonged to, she even ate a piece to prove her point. I was so fascinated, I remember trying it myself.
And then I was mean, I remember giving this horrid potion, the contents I cannot reveal to some girl as a welcome drink to my party. This was when I was maybe 5 years old.
I remember playing with ants, drowning and rescuing them all at once.
I was a rambunctious little punk, stealing mangoes from the trees of my neighbours, pulling away kites that touched my terrace walls, playing the fool with eunuchs on their begging juants if I may call it. You should see them, they would do anything for attention and money, even strip.
I remember going up to those tiny Hanuman temples where people would stick coins onto the sticky saffron colored walls only to be pulled off by the likes of me to buy Haajmola like candies.
And then there was the dancer in me, totally in love with Kathak and just about pleasing people with my half hearted efforts in Bharathnatyam
It was high school and pilching fruits from hawkers, jumping walls during inspections was in.
And college when I remember my friend and me chasing a guy during a loadshedding. It was funny because he tried to eve-tease the wrong girls. We whistled, cat-called and started following him till he started running for his dear life.
And today I stand, strangely sobered. Yet I cannot deny, there are moments still when that gayyali erupts like a volcano, dormant but very much alive!
I love you Syntacto.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Curiously interesting Mr Button
Just watched the movie yesterday. Liked it, managed to depress me though. Not sure whether it because it was an absolutely weird love story between Button and Daisy or whether it was an interesting depiction of babyhood and old age.
On the exterior he was a baby, but within he was dying. Guess that's how it feels when you grow old, your urges are that of the young, but the system just does not function.
Refreshing in concept as in what if we were born old and only got younger, just seems that eitherways there is only a phase in the middle when you can enjoy!
Both Blanchet and Brad did an excellent job.
So wanted to learn ballet as a child. well if she could cross the English Channel!
On the exterior he was a baby, but within he was dying. Guess that's how it feels when you grow old, your urges are that of the young, but the system just does not function.
Refreshing in concept as in what if we were born old and only got younger, just seems that eitherways there is only a phase in the middle when you can enjoy!
Both Blanchet and Brad did an excellent job.
So wanted to learn ballet as a child. well if she could cross the English Channel!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
My experiments with food!
Here is an attempt to write the stuff I conjure and dish out to people, mostly the ones I love. Ofcourse given my fishy memory, I am sure to forget a few of the ingredients.
Just that it will still turn out good.
Oh another thing when you are cooking, do add some love into it, this really miraculously fixes the worst of recipes!
Chicken Asparagus with mushrooms
Wash the chicken and marinate with garlic, pepper and salt. Not mentioning the proportions as this really depends on the cook and the diners.Cut Asparagus stocks to small pieces, dice the mushrooms as well. Heat some olive oil in a pan and throw in a few cloves of garlic.Now place the chicken and stir fry it for approximately 15 mins or lesser and then add the mushrooms and asparagus. Cook for another 20 mins and then add some fresh cream, milk and cheese. Simmer the concoction with a dash of parsley dried or fresh and its ready to be served. You could eat it with pasta of your choice, rice or bread. I love it!
Just that it will still turn out good.
Oh another thing when you are cooking, do add some love into it, this really miraculously fixes the worst of recipes!
Chicken Asparagus with mushrooms
Wash the chicken and marinate with garlic, pepper and salt. Not mentioning the proportions as this really depends on the cook and the diners.Cut Asparagus stocks to small pieces, dice the mushrooms as well. Heat some olive oil in a pan and throw in a few cloves of garlic.Now place the chicken and stir fry it for approximately 15 mins or lesser and then add the mushrooms and asparagus. Cook for another 20 mins and then add some fresh cream, milk and cheese. Simmer the concoction with a dash of parsley dried or fresh and its ready to be served. You could eat it with pasta of your choice, rice or bread. I love it!
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Shine on you crazy diamond!
Yes it was an impressionable age, but no I never did like the sun. It gets to me. I completely lose it.
But then if you meet him you would know. He had come to pick me up from KIMS, on that beauty of a bike, a Yezdi Classic. He was known for making these crazy modifications to bikes and all else and he was hot! And so was that day when he decided to take me for a ride or a drink, hell I dont remember. And then right when we were going to climb uphill his bike stopped! Just like that.The gas had run out. Lazy bones would never bother to fill it up.
Before my face could turn red, he gave me this huge innocent grin and said - 'You know what this is going to be the most amazing hike of our lives!'
And we did. We spoke about engines, cycling, the Thungabhadra, beer and love I think.
Never met anyone so trippy, so charged up, so cracked in the head. Never wanted to love and kill someone the same instant.
And just as I thought I could handle all this crazy frenzy, I have another, springing straight out of him to knock the wind out of me!
But then if you meet him you would know. He had come to pick me up from KIMS, on that beauty of a bike, a Yezdi Classic. He was known for making these crazy modifications to bikes and all else and he was hot! And so was that day when he decided to take me for a ride or a drink, hell I dont remember. And then right when we were going to climb uphill his bike stopped! Just like that.The gas had run out. Lazy bones would never bother to fill it up.
Before my face could turn red, he gave me this huge innocent grin and said - 'You know what this is going to be the most amazing hike of our lives!'
And we did. We spoke about engines, cycling, the Thungabhadra, beer and love I think.
Never met anyone so trippy, so charged up, so cracked in the head. Never wanted to love and kill someone the same instant.
And just as I thought I could handle all this crazy frenzy, I have another, springing straight out of him to knock the wind out of me!
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Pop a Movie
Suddenly I am rediscovering the joy of writing, this time through blogs. My poor diary would have to suffer in emptiness for a while.
Here's a movie to watch if you feel disgusted and yet nostalgic towards your country India. Delhi 6, a refreshingly new approach to making movies. A mix of drama and books and reality with the old formula of happy endings! So easily brings out the monkey in us, the disgustingingly superstitious approach to life of an otherwise intelligent race.
Here's a movie to watch if you feel disgusted and yet nostalgic towards your country India. Delhi 6, a refreshingly new approach to making movies. A mix of drama and books and reality with the old formula of happy endings! So easily brings out the monkey in us, the disgustingingly superstitious approach to life of an otherwise intelligent race.
What's this hullaboo about Slumdog millionaire being overrated. I loved the movie, it was stitched pretty well. Yes the concept is not new when we talk about showcasing the slum world of our country, but I liked the way the story matched to the current context. Maybe it isn't worth 8 oscars like English Patient with a complex plot of map making and love. But it is definitely a good movie. Funnily enough I had forgotten that I had even watched English Patient which seemed more like choicest scenes of a person's mind than a movie. Why do good movies always have to boggle one's mind, leave open ended questions? Why can't they just flow smoothly into your cup of thoughts with facts of what is and not leave any room for imagination.
I am a Survivor!
Was driving to office today and on the main road stopped at a signal. My eyes looked around for nothing and I almost decided to start reading Solo from where I had stopped. And then I noticed this tiny little boy on one side of the main road. I was psyched for a tiny moment and then I saw this woman, just next to him, filling water...phew I felt relieved. Hell no, she started walking, away from him ... I wanted to shout out, your baby... then I wasn't sure since she did not even look back at him. I so wanted to jump out of the car and hold him.. I couldn't help but imagine the worst. Maybe she was the mother and she was abandoning him this very moment. Maybe he didn't have a home. He was almost onto the road, lazily raising his hands, but not really moving much. I couldn't help but wonder in amazement how a small child could stay put on an end of the road without curiosity getting the better of him. And then that woman stopped at the end of the road, gave him a look and watered the newly cemented pavement and headed back.
Magically the song on the radio screamed I am a survivor!
Magically the song on the radio screamed I am a survivor!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Books from last recall
The Golden Gate, hoping the love of my life will read it to me ... leave it to him
Solo, have never read the author's works before ... brilliant so far, just a few pages ... thought he was copying Jhumpa Lahiri's style of presenting ... but was proved wrong pretty early!
Nani's book of suicides, from a friend's collection, havent finished as yet. Started with a boring note and exploded into a full raging fire! Simply love her writing. Maybe somewhere I can connect with that kind of writing, should I say thoughts. I now imagine things more than before .. see a rag and imagine it to be a mendicant, can smell omelettes and I see an egg carrier passing by... she's definitely getting me loopy!
The Music Room, lovely book. I would have not read it if it was just facts collated... a story binding it all. Introduced me to Kesar Bai Kelkar, owe it to the author. Revived my love for classical music once again.
Solo, have never read the author's works before ... brilliant so far, just a few pages ... thought he was copying Jhumpa Lahiri's style of presenting ... but was proved wrong pretty early!
Nani's book of suicides, from a friend's collection, havent finished as yet. Started with a boring note and exploded into a full raging fire! Simply love her writing. Maybe somewhere I can connect with that kind of writing, should I say thoughts. I now imagine things more than before .. see a rag and imagine it to be a mendicant, can smell omelettes and I see an egg carrier passing by... she's definitely getting me loopy!
The Music Room, lovely book. I would have not read it if it was just facts collated... a story binding it all. Introduced me to Kesar Bai Kelkar, owe it to the author. Revived my love for classical music once again.
Pink Charade
I am one of those who gets mighty pissed and then lets the steam off without tapping on it!
I dont get the protesting bit either, how is that going to help I wonder.. but then what do we do.
I still belong to a minority, a bunch of weaklings living in a Y world.
I get molested and blamed for it. I am allowed to earn a living now and its quite a favor. But hell who said I can stay longer into the nights and work on as passionately as the males of this earth. I am but bound within a circle, that can grow but can never extend to infinity!
My freedom is but a charade and I like the color pink!
I dont get the protesting bit either, how is that going to help I wonder.. but then what do we do.
I still belong to a minority, a bunch of weaklings living in a Y world.
I get molested and blamed for it. I am allowed to earn a living now and its quite a favor. But hell who said I can stay longer into the nights and work on as passionately as the males of this earth. I am but bound within a circle, that can grow but can never extend to infinity!
My freedom is but a charade and I like the color pink!
Dead
Bursting with ideas and frustration at the same time. Frustrated because I cannot be heard or rather I do not know how to bring back life into me. I am dead.
I am a ghost, people walk through me without realizing that they are tearing me apart.
I know now that I need to jump into some physical body preferably human to orchestrate my ideas. Or wait can I use this time to watch Ghost all over again .. love Patrick you know ;-)
I am a ghost, people walk through me without realizing that they are tearing me apart.
I know now that I need to jump into some physical body preferably human to orchestrate my ideas. Or wait can I use this time to watch Ghost all over again .. love Patrick you know ;-)
Magical waters
Why, did you not see that inspiringly handsome merman bading me into that magical world below? Or did you know what lurked under all that coral growth, a stingy ray or a shark's sharp jaw...
But its not for me to watch my step, while at each point I slid and fell.
Adventure is all that was wanting, adventure is all I got and in huge volumes should I say, 'cause this time it was the sea.
I drowned, I choked, I was almost eaten away, most of me decayed, somehow something inside just found its way, pulled me out and pushed me to the land where untold adeventures began!
Corny as it may sound I am here to stay and fall for it, hook, line and sinker, for adventure as would a prey!
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