Tuesday, May 03, 2011

In the memory of Coffee and Crisp newspaper

Soon, even the memory would seem ancient...
in this era of new media...

I miss holding the crisp morning newspaper with a mug of coffee my mom makes...
and reading every nook and corner
cartoon, small poems, birthday message from x to y,
love notes from b to c...

'trying' to understand all words in the editorial,
science section was my favourite...
politics- good to see who those old ppl are and what they were called...
looking at the jobs section and wondering if i would be a doctor or an engineer or a pilot,
forgetting that i was blocking everybody else from using the bathroom,
lost in the world of crisp morning newspaper...

and how i miss you now!

Saturday, April 09, 2011

Feels like doing it

She feels like doing it!

Derobe him
Render him bare
Ready to be violated

He doesn't give up
In a silent rebellion
He brings tears to her eyes
even while breathing
his last breath

She wiped her tears
As she picked up pieces of him

He tastes good in her biryani.
-Red Onion from India

Saturday, November 27, 2010


There used to be days when words fell to paper
like raindrops on earth

And there are days like these
when words elude

Complex mesh of thoughts
so entwined
like the head of medusa

And your heart seeks order...
still trying to put words to paper
albeit incoherently

trying to run a comb thru medusa's hair!


Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Email feature

I wonder if there is an email feature whereby you can draft a message and schedule it to be sent on a particular date in the future!!!


Monday, August 16, 2010

Mah Weekend

My weekend was magnifique.... :) [franglais to be forgiven! ]

Simple pleasures of life...

Time bedazzles me...

Try this: for a minute forget who and what u are and where u come from.
just turn off ur brain and look at things around you.
Its incredible what you can see... I see the curves of leaves...the veins the intricateness of it all...
when i am on the metro...i see faces and see how the nose of one is different from the other...the hair...the skin etc...

its an incredibly overwhelming feeling and i want to melt into it, into being nothing and everything at the same time...

its the same feeling i get, when at the end of a busy day, i look at the vastness of the sky...
[[[[ lol...funny it makes me remember...
when i was little ( about 1/4 a metre tall ),
in summer there used to be power cuts and we used to go to the terrace to sleep...
and i wudnt sleep ...and i would ask a lot of questions...
dad would ask me to count stars (LOL !) to put me to sleep...]]]]]

Long time since i saw the stars...
Coming back to my weekend...

Saturday was lovely with Jacinthe, Mickaele and Liz coming home for dinner.
Made mango sambar, chicken curry , aloo tikki and banane flambee with glace de vanille...
and talked until midnight...

sunday was lovely too...met sum/sahan's mom and dad and listened to sahan and her friends play music and sing...what a lovely musical evening it was....

we made the most of the gloomy evening by going to Dishny and having chicken , mutton biryani and chicken curry and mutton vindaloo... it was yummmmm......

so throughout this weekend... time was mostly a standstill...and things were enlarged in magnitude of impact...while i listened to sahan and sum, how can i explain that the music took me to the past and the future.... sahan sang somebody to love, good for nothing, a couple of french songs, a spanish song ... her energy was ammmaazing!

la joie de vie....
les ptits simple joies de vie... ^-^

Thank god i am alive! :-)

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Still Single - Pablo

Still Single -

A play , one of my first plays in NCPA in Mumbai, when there still used to be Cafe Sidewalk behind ... and from where one could see the sun set on skies of mumbai... at the end of Marine drive... the waves lashing up against the artificial tripod wave breakers (or whatever they are called) with crabs creeping in its recesses ...funkily in bring orange colors sometime...i degress...
getting back to the point...
This poem of Pablo featured in the play ... live theatre left a deep impression... and i fell for pablo that evening...

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

-- Pablo Neruda

Shakespeare and Co

Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold,
Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that hath new robes
And may not wear them.

-- Romeo and Juliet

Life locked in words!


Parting is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

-- Romeo and Juliet


Melting pot mind
ideas brewing
a corner snoring
did i smell coffee?
or am i dreaming?
layered dreams?
the pain in my neck is sharp
reality beckons
memories surface
then fade away
in the milling crowd
of thoughts
trying to gain my attention
attention is life
is it not?
of the myriad parallel lives
the one is see
is the one i pay attention to
are u there?
reader dear
wid me in this plane
intercepting time, space and thought
in an intimate rendez-vous
in the tiny recess of my brain
lol, or did i lose you at the coffee?
quick lets peck good bye
before another thought
takes u away or me away
so long my friend
until we meet again
in another time,space, thought!

Friday, September 25, 2009

Back To School!

I have been meaning to do this post for a long time now.

I guess i just realized that when in a B-school, there isnt all the time in the world to do all the you want to do and to do it "Perfectly".

So, here i am ...typing this in my lunch break...

Its a fantastic experience back in a campus but at the same time, school this time is so different, so demanding in terms of personal commitment to improving oneself and wid people from the length and breadth of the planet only makes it more interesting.

Initial few days were spent in frantic efforts of getting to know eachother ... I confess i still have difficulty recollecting names of many of my classmates.

Since i opted to do 2 courses in french, i find it even more interesting! challenging!

I am so looking forward to this weekend. We are all going to the Loire Valley. Should be fun!

Sitting in a class which allows ur brain to expand its consciousness and where ur job is to just "THINK" is such a luxury and its then i tell myself, I did the right thing getting back to school!