Wednesday, October 22, 2008


If people like Raj Thackeray are allowed to exist, flourish and command in our society, then we have a lot to reflect on. Where do people like him and his uncle come from? Do they only feed off the insecurities of natives, who should ideally have nothing to be scared off, considering the only natives that were there in the island city in the beginning were the koli fishermen. The corporates don’t award jobs based on vernacular roots, the entrance exams don’t differentiate between students from different regions. Yet, there are the reservations for domicile. As if religion wasn’t enough to tear us apart, we have a growing sense of regionalism. We find anything, anything at all that sets us apart from the others, yet sets us apart into clusters that we wish to belong to, mini clans, now growing into an epidemic. Progressiveness is also bringing with it, a wave of sectarianism, and more so in our country where parochial ideas are the easiest to sell. Sigh...

Friday, October 17, 2008

The pee and the smell

Today was a day full of “pee”, a friend was “pissed off” another one had “go peeee” as her gtalk status and well a colleague- he just got pissed on… by a dog… :D That was such fun, at least for us. The little pretty apso emptied her rather large bladder on my friend whose name incidentally is Mehak which means smell. Apt that because he smelt all the way home!

the alternate world

Surrealism had a great effect on me because then I realised that the imagery in my mind wasn't insanity. Surrealism to me is reality.
John Lennon

I live in two worlds, one that we all live in, day after day, without a real choice really. The other is in my head, and is mine alone, to destroy, create, love, loathe, admire, despise and to create stories. I grew a mango tree in my mind, then I saw a lawyer I know riding a bullock cart dressed in court uniform, then I saw a monster which looked eerily like a real person I know as well... Imagination is what keeps me going... What about you?

Thursday, October 16, 2008


Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for - in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.

- Ellen Goodman

So that is what we silly humans do, make money for the things we can only enjoy once we are too old to enjoy them. That is equally sad and true. However, I can't claim to make money, being paid as much as I am... So we are the intellectuals and the givers of the society, using our expensive education for the under privileged- bridging the gap between the "have's" and "have nots"- while we solemnly stand on the side of "have nots" ourselves. Sigh.

Monday, October 13, 2008


John Lennon said “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans”.

Missed holidays, forgotten friends, pending chores, unfinished paintings, ignored pets, books gathering dust... Life is about uncertainty, no matter how detailed our plans, it’s uncertain because other people make plans too, and their plans interfere with ours. Like jumbled cross connections on cellphone networks, like radio signals when we park in the basements. These cross connections can be annoying and rarely, stimulating. We may meet amazing strangers in places least expected and carry their print on our minds forever.

Sometimes we lose a track of who we were and omissions become a pattern. Sometimes we get on the wheel to look for a new beautiful avenue to admire but the brakes bring you back to where you started, because sometimes it’s meant to be.

On perfect mornings, sometimes I wish I was cycling through a sun kissed green field, sprinkled with pink and red paisleys. Perfect. I hope the wheel in my hands brings me back to this... Over and over again.

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Randomness at its best

Sometimes, I’m really random. So this post isn’t the usual fiction/fact bordering on madness type. This post is dedicated to crappy madhumakhi (bee in Hindi) jokes. The first one I heard from a friend and the rest I made up:

  1. What is the ghutna of a madhumakhi called?
  2. When a madhumakhi loses a war what is it called?
  3. When a madhumakhi is in pyaar what is it called?
  4. When a madhumakhi is a boy in pyaar, what is it called?
  5. When a madhumakhi is sick what is it called?
  6. When a madhumakhi loses her job what is it called?

    Answers are:

    1. Bee-ki-knee
    2. Bee-har
    3. Bee-loved
    4. Bee-chara
    5. Bee-mar
    6. Bee-kar

    More later :-)

Friday, October 03, 2008

The burnt writing

So here I’m, finally warming up to the good old Dilli. Bombay lives on in the corpuscles, but the NCT takes over life. The warmth is diminishing and the days are getting shorter. The charming Dilli winter is around the corner, waiting to be welcomed by all and sun-dry.

My phase jumping decision holds good and looks good so far. I shall stick to this phase till all reserves of patience are exhausted.

The nomadic wheel is craving for the unknown and soon it shall receive its due. I wish to explore in galore.

She picked up the last piece of the burnt manuscript from the hearth and tried to read the 3 or 4 lines which were visible. Sometimes, she does that, burns her own writing, sometimes out of dissatisfaction and sometimes due to sheer anger at someone else. This time, it was anger. But then she read her own words, beautiful as they seemed to her… “Hope is a flower living in oblivion, surviving in a field of shattered dreams…”. The anger dissipated and a smile floated on her tired lips. She sat down to finish her story, the story of a lonely soul wilting away in hills, the story of hope, the story of a man who is a savior and a lover…

Our hearts constantly challenge our resolve and more often than not, they beat our heads at it.