Sitting in my office chamber i was staring outside the window. Tired of the mundane activity of putting green ticks on the bank statement and the ledger all i could think of in this beautiful weather was garma garam kaanda bhaajiya and cutting chai :)
And a few hours later when i got home the first thing i did was to treat myself with the same. I enjoy cooking and m fairly good at it. There are a couple of friends who can vouch for it :)
The best thing was i made it and had it all by myself. Didnt share a piece with anybody. (Mom dosnt like fried things much, didnt let dad know wat i was doing in the kitchen and my bro was not keeping well)
Most of the time i have the girls over and we all enjoy the experiments i do in the kitchen. Last time around it was pasta with tomato sauce. Well dont worry girls the rains have just began. There will be lots of bhajjiya and chai in the days to come.
Unedited scribblings from the journals of mysterious me. Keep reading but dont forget to keep listening to your inside!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Thats how they met again
The characters appearing in the blog are all fictitious and any resemblance to characters already appeared in the blog is pure coincidental
Beep beep. She received a message. Her eyes scanned the bed. Underneath the pile of clothes her cellphone had found a perfect cozy place to rest in these rains. She dived in to grab it. It flashed 'Shalom' and her face reflected an instant glow. Hi honey, get dressed in your best. We are going for dinner tonight. I'll pick you up at 8 from ur office. Just landed. Heading directly to the HO. So see you at night!
Official work had kept him away for a month. He had toured almost half the globe and now he was back. In reply to his message she sent him 30 smileys. (One for every day that he was away.)
Seconds later the clock hanging on the wall stuck 9. Aanya was already running late for work thanks to her alarm which refused to ring at the instructed time and allowed her to dream a little longer. She was dressed in Indian formals. In the White and blue chudidar kurta which she had got for herself on her last birthday. It was the month end and the boss was throwing a small tea time party at work place. So she was infact dressed in her best. With a broad smile on her face she winked at the Ganesha idol as she walked past the hall way and closed the door behind her.
Aanya & Shalom studied in the same school but the only difference was when Aanya went to Kindergarten Shalom was in 3rd grade. They lived 2 blocks away. As kids Shalom and his gang of guys took great pleasure in bullying Aanya and her bunch of friends. Aanya would come home with tears in her eyes and cuss words on her lips atleast once in a week for what the hooligans did to them.
Then years later for around 2 years Aanya & Shalom went to the same tution aunty for Math & Science. While Aanya enjoyed solving linear equation, no matter what Shalom could not get a hang of Derivatives & Integration. With the daily tutions they got to spend some time together on the way upto the class and back home. So they weren't at constant war with each other as earlier.
Aanya changed schools and same time around Shalom completed his 12th and got through in an engineering college at Banglore. In the next 4 years Shalom graduated with a BE in Electronics degree. He went to his college one last time to collect his degree. The same day there was a lot chaos for admissions for the new academic session. Four rows away standing in the long queue he spotted a familiar face. He scratched his head hard to recollect who she was. He stared right into her till the time her eyes caught his. He was embarrassed and looked away. She flashed a smile of recognition and walked upto him.
Mangola, is that you? The 100 watt bulb flashed in his mind when she called him by that name. Gutli? No wait, Aanya. Isnt that what they call this pretty lady? She blushed. Aanya had come to this college to get enrolled for a undergraduate program. And as luck would have it Shalom was heading to Mumbai to get an MBA degree. Thats how their paths crossed yet another time and a new friendship began.
Beep beep. She received a message. Her eyes scanned the bed. Underneath the pile of clothes her cellphone had found a perfect cozy place to rest in these rains. She dived in to grab it. It flashed 'Shalom' and her face reflected an instant glow. Hi honey, get dressed in your best. We are going for dinner tonight. I'll pick you up at 8 from ur office. Just landed. Heading directly to the HO. So see you at night!
Official work had kept him away for a month. He had toured almost half the globe and now he was back. In reply to his message she sent him 30 smileys. (One for every day that he was away.)
Seconds later the clock hanging on the wall stuck 9. Aanya was already running late for work thanks to her alarm which refused to ring at the instructed time and allowed her to dream a little longer. She was dressed in Indian formals. In the White and blue chudidar kurta which she had got for herself on her last birthday. It was the month end and the boss was throwing a small tea time party at work place. So she was infact dressed in her best. With a broad smile on her face she winked at the Ganesha idol as she walked past the hall way and closed the door behind her.
Aanya & Shalom studied in the same school but the only difference was when Aanya went to Kindergarten Shalom was in 3rd grade. They lived 2 blocks away. As kids Shalom and his gang of guys took great pleasure in bullying Aanya and her bunch of friends. Aanya would come home with tears in her eyes and cuss words on her lips atleast once in a week for what the hooligans did to them.
Then years later for around 2 years Aanya & Shalom went to the same tution aunty for Math & Science. While Aanya enjoyed solving linear equation, no matter what Shalom could not get a hang of Derivatives & Integration. With the daily tutions they got to spend some time together on the way upto the class and back home. So they weren't at constant war with each other as earlier.
Aanya changed schools and same time around Shalom completed his 12th and got through in an engineering college at Banglore. In the next 4 years Shalom graduated with a BE in Electronics degree. He went to his college one last time to collect his degree. The same day there was a lot chaos for admissions for the new academic session. Four rows away standing in the long queue he spotted a familiar face. He scratched his head hard to recollect who she was. He stared right into her till the time her eyes caught his. He was embarrassed and looked away. She flashed a smile of recognition and walked upto him.
Mangola, is that you? The 100 watt bulb flashed in his mind when she called him by that name. Gutli? No wait, Aanya. Isnt that what they call this pretty lady? She blushed. Aanya had come to this college to get enrolled for a undergraduate program. And as luck would have it Shalom was heading to Mumbai to get an MBA degree. Thats how their paths crossed yet another time and a new friendship began.
The morning saga
Today morning i get up early than usual. I have 1.5hours on hand before i have to leave for work. Now for the unaware let me enlighten you. I love to sleep. I am a sleep o holic. I am a person who is really good with clocks in sleep. I get up exactly only specified minutes before i have to leave for any work. Usually 30 minutes is all it takes for me to get out of the bed and then to get out of the door. So now you realise 1.5hrs is LOTS :)
So here i sit wondering what to do. The obvious thing that one does while sipping a morning cup of tea is to sit and read the newspaper. But i aint doing that. Instead here i m blogging. There is one more reason for me not reading the papers cos its full of the budget and thats exactly what i will be reading once i reach office. So why waste time now? ;)
Loo break. Be right back :P
And I'm back :)
So what is it that i can see if i peep out of my window?
Its a bright morning with the rain falling gently on the ground. The gulmohar is in full bloom. There is no one on the cricket ground. The football ground is filthy and muddy. The hills on the left look as green as never before.
Now lets get to the point. Whats happening in those houses that i can see right outside?
The 7th n 6th floor flats look thanda. No activities happening. I dont see the 6th floor uncle doing his first prayers by offering water to the Sun God. I wonder if he is already done with his chores.
The 5th floor aunty is watching Balika Vadhu (at this time also) Women just dont seem to get enough of it.
The 5th floor bachelors arent seen anywhere. Well i dont bother to peep in there cos i hardly find anyone home and none of them are worth a look :P
I see a pink polka dotted umbrella kept open in the grills of the 4th floor flat. And the other 4th floor flat with the House husband, no activities that i can see from outside. I guess he is busy sweeping and doing the dishes :)
The 3rd, 2nd and 1st floor flats are anyways not so happening. And I cant get a closer and clear look from my top floor flat :)
So thats all about it as to whats happening in the "outside world."
But if you really want to know more about my neighbours then enjoy this link :)
Now i have exactly half n hour in hand before i hit the roads so i should get going now!
Adios and keep coming back!
So here i sit wondering what to do. The obvious thing that one does while sipping a morning cup of tea is to sit and read the newspaper. But i aint doing that. Instead here i m blogging. There is one more reason for me not reading the papers cos its full of the budget and thats exactly what i will be reading once i reach office. So why waste time now? ;)
Loo break. Be right back :P
And I'm back :)
So what is it that i can see if i peep out of my window?
Its a bright morning with the rain falling gently on the ground. The gulmohar is in full bloom. There is no one on the cricket ground. The football ground is filthy and muddy. The hills on the left look as green as never before.
Now lets get to the point. Whats happening in those houses that i can see right outside?
The 7th n 6th floor flats look thanda. No activities happening. I dont see the 6th floor uncle doing his first prayers by offering water to the Sun God. I wonder if he is already done with his chores.
The 5th floor aunty is watching Balika Vadhu (at this time also) Women just dont seem to get enough of it.
The 5th floor bachelors arent seen anywhere. Well i dont bother to peep in there cos i hardly find anyone home and none of them are worth a look :P
I see a pink polka dotted umbrella kept open in the grills of the 4th floor flat. And the other 4th floor flat with the House husband, no activities that i can see from outside. I guess he is busy sweeping and doing the dishes :)
The 3rd, 2nd and 1st floor flats are anyways not so happening. And I cant get a closer and clear look from my top floor flat :)
So thats all about it as to whats happening in the "outside world."
But if you really want to know more about my neighbours then enjoy this link :)
Now i have exactly half n hour in hand before i hit the roads so i should get going now!
Adios and keep coming back!
Complicated
And she said he is the most peaceful and uncomplicated person i have come across.
But what she dosent know is that he isn't as simple as he appears to be.
But what she dosent know is that he isn't as simple as he appears to be.
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Freeze
As kids i remember playing games like jhatta patti, catch catch, pakda pakdi. All those games which needed a lot of running around. The catcher had a tough time. Huffing and puffing. Running helter skelter behind the rest. Pearls of sweat running down his temple. Still trying to catch up to someone. And he could run no more. He would be out of breath. He would need a minute to get some fresh air. Time please! was all that was needed to get back on his feet, with the same amount of enthusiasm and hunt someone down.
Why can't time just stand still? Freeze. Capturing the moment forever. But that's the 'catch'. Run behind time and it will always run a millionth second faster. Try to hold it and it will slip away like sand. Playing with it is a challenge. While trying to dodge it you learn a great deal out of it. Its a teacher. Its a healer.
With time you mature. You gain experience. It makes you run around. It keeps you on your toes. You sweat, you bleed but you learn oodles . It gives you a tough 'time'. There comes a moment when you want to give up. Drop everything down and just run away. But then you look back and see the amount of efforts you have put in. You get up again with the hope of being rewarded some day soon.
Have faith cos there is someone up there who is keeping an eye on you.
Why can't time just stand still? Freeze. Capturing the moment forever. But that's the 'catch'. Run behind time and it will always run a millionth second faster. Try to hold it and it will slip away like sand. Playing with it is a challenge. While trying to dodge it you learn a great deal out of it. Its a teacher. Its a healer.
With time you mature. You gain experience. It makes you run around. It keeps you on your toes. You sweat, you bleed but you learn oodles . It gives you a tough 'time'. There comes a moment when you want to give up. Drop everything down and just run away. But then you look back and see the amount of efforts you have put in. You get up again with the hope of being rewarded some day soon.
Have faith cos there is someone up there who is keeping an eye on you.
पाउस
पाउस धो धो पडत होता
थंड गार वारा सुटला होता
ती खिडकित उभी राहून मिश्किल हसली
जनु कही तो तिच्या कानात
कही सांगुन गेला।
तिच्या पालथ्या मुठिवर पाउस टाप टपला
तिचे हाथ कप क्पले
तिचे डोळे चम चमले
हिरवी गार पाने सर सरली
आकाशात ले ढग थर थरले
हातातला गवती चाहा चा कप थंड गार झाला
रेडियो वरच गाण संपल
ती तिच्या जागी होती
तो त्याचा जागी होता
पण तिच्या ओठान वरच हसू
अगदी तसच होत।
थंड गार वारा सुटला होता
ती खिडकित उभी राहून मिश्किल हसली
जनु कही तो तिच्या कानात
कही सांगुन गेला।
तिच्या पालथ्या मुठिवर पाउस टाप टपला
तिचे हाथ कप क्पले
तिचे डोळे चम चमले
हिरवी गार पाने सर सरली
आकाशात ले ढग थर थरले
हातातला गवती चाहा चा कप थंड गार झाला
रेडियो वरच गाण संपल
ती तिच्या जागी होती
तो त्याचा जागी होता
पण तिच्या ओठान वरच हसू
अगदी तसच होत।
A crime
Her heart bled,
her eyes watered,
Pillow, her best friend
silently soaked the nights tears
She committed a crime
She loved you
And she was punished
by never being loved in return
She died a million deaths
before she breathed her last
She was only 4
but you were 40
Why, why did you not love her back
You selfish, heartless, fearful scoundrel
What worst, you robbed yourself
of some beautiful memories.
I pity you, I pity you.
But i plead you
to hurt not yet another soul
to hurt not yet another soul.
her eyes watered,
Pillow, her best friend
silently soaked the nights tears
She committed a crime
She loved you
And she was punished
by never being loved in return
She died a million deaths
before she breathed her last
She was only 4
but you were 40
Why, why did you not love her back
You selfish, heartless, fearful scoundrel
What worst, you robbed yourself
of some beautiful memories.
I pity you, I pity you.
But i plead you
to hurt not yet another soul
to hurt not yet another soul.
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