Monday, January 29, 2007

a conversation..

A convo.Background:A male duo chanting mantras or bhajans or maybe both,accompanied by an amateur band.In short...they are producing varied noises together...
Jai Vithal...JAi hari...Jai vithal Jai hari
Girl :Do they stop even for a single moment.Why are they doing this?....it must have been ALMOST a week now..
Aunt :OVER a week!
Girl :why isnt anyone complaining?
Aunt :Shubha(a friend)is worst hit by this nuisance,she stays in Sugandh-bldg(name changed)...and they cant talk to each other at home for the sound is so loud.They start it as early as 5:oo in the morning...and it goes on till 11:00 at night.
Girl :What about the school?Dont they get disturbed while its all happening just behind their building?!?!
Aunt :Ofcourse it is disturbing them.They must complain.They have a good reason to complain.
Girl :What are they chanting btw?i can just get one line :"jai jai Vithal..Jai jai HAri" after an interval of an hour or so...
Aunt :I guess its a Bhagwad Gita paath...because yesterday i heard some sloka i know from it.
Girl :Gosh they are so terrible at it!What an insult to Bhagwad Gita.Cant we go to police...or simply complain that we have a heart patient at home...so be softer.
Aunt :Arre its just a politically motivated stunt to woo people from Suhash Nagar and likes.They are doing all this just to create their goodwill...that they are God-fearing and stuff.
Girl :hmm.
Aunt :Saale current jaane ke samay bhi nahai shaant baithte(which goes off everyday here)..guess what,they have installed a generator!Other day i was relaxed when the current went off thinking that they wont be able to blurt out for 3 hours atleast.But in a minute's time it started again with a bang!!
Girl :what a plight.Now that's what i call a double edged arrow!

a WE(a)K begins..

darkness was drifting away.people took to streets for various reasons...the kids on their way to school...some on foot,others in their rented vans and buses...many uncle-aunties in their sports shoes were either walking or jogging.A Dirubhai Ambani International school bus passes by...delivery vans and service-men: newspaper sellers,milk distributers at work.this was another ordinary morning and city looked already geared up for the day's work...i was in someone's car with my family...coming back from my cousin's wedding.previous night was fun,no sleep and lot of masti.but right then in the car...seeing the city responding to the rising sun was quite a difficult proposition.i hoped i were as enthusiastic,but my eyes told a different story.i wished to be able to spend this day as a regular one,without taking a break until noon,but my eyes got drowsier by seconds.i reached my cousin's place which wasn't much far from the wedding hall..gave every friend i could think of then,a missed call(simply) and retired to bed.this is how my week started,i promise myself more interesting days ahead...

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Purest elements...

I have

Imagination so stark as to laugh upon reality
Fear so steep as to plunge into the darkness
Humiliation so fat as to burst into madness
Love so liquid as to fill all the emptiness
Shame so low as to hug all the greediness.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

It happened to me

Déjà vu

I entered M11.They were all sitting in a group and chatting .When I opened the door,it felt like I was entering a setup.Every object there seemed to be set-up according to my imagination, exactly where I had imagined them to be.I had a strong feeling that everything,every action in the room was a repetition. “I have been through this before”,..”but when?”…they were all talking,some saw me come in and said hi’.But I couldn’t concentrate on what anyone was saying.I was too dumb to react to this experience.I wanted to justify it somehow…”When exactly did this happen,this same scene…” and feeling stayed for 3-4 seconds, but it seemed hours passed by,as I strained my mind to recollect something of the similar sort. But no success. I exhaled and said RELAX! A déjà vu again!!
I have had similar experiences before.Once I remember a deja-vu lasting for pretty long time, while I was sitting at home.I look at the watch to see the time and something strikes.Many seconds pass by.I try to look at anything around that shall break the spell but I am not able to differentiate realty from what I was seeing.(going thru).It was not unlike any film you watch for a second time, except this one invariably gives you goose bumps once you are done with it!!
Earlier I remember getting damn scared.While I was still in school and wasn’t aware something called Déjà vu. I was forced to think “am I going nuts?”…”what the hell was that!”.. but now its easier for me to settle with the confirmation that everyone experiences it some time or other.
But now since the word is much in news because of the movie releasing soon,I would like find more about it. Some plain questions if you can answer…”Why does it occur?”What does it signify or it doesn’t signify anything at all(hope this is the case).And how many times have you guys experienced it….some definite facts you have in regard to this, then please reply!

I see you..

I was walking down the bridge, thinking of him. What did his last conversation to me mean? Does he still thinks of me as often? Does he too flinches somewhere deep inside when my name is uttered…or has he been successful in creating a wall of indifference, that he’d promise to me to maintain. Then as I trotted down the last two steps, he appeared at some distance, out of nowhere! At once ,as if embarrassed ,as if he’d read my thoughts, I looked sideways, pretending not having noticed him. The reality set in…and I realized I was acting weird by looking away! I looked in his way, there was a girl along with him. I knew her pretty well. I smiled through the crowd at him(and her).I lifted my right arm..hi’…but then…he looked away and they both resumed talking. Had he noticed me and did that deliberately? Maybe he dint see me at first place. But they both were looking in my direction,howcome neither of them noticed? Or even worse, God help me if that is the case,..did my face betray me once again and tell him the entire truth? that I still cared for him…I still have feelings. I don’t want to know the answers. soon I’ll learn, that I don’t care…

seventeen years of living

Written by a seventeen year old confused girl..

Seventeen years of living
means an inmate feeling growing
of seeing things as a matured being
though certitude remains a lost thing,


Grasping the odds of the wild world
fleeing away from trials girl
the river in me has begun to flow
not caring which way to go
slow slow slow ,....
there's time to decide the road.
And now when i am 18,not much has changed....pity?