# 9
Stains of poetry
leaking through those broken hearts
lovers suicide
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
Friday, August 22, 2008
Hike who
Godawful Poetry Fortnight - 19th - 31st August
# 9
Stains of poetry
leaking through those broken hearts
lovers suicide
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
# 9
Stains of poetry
leaking through those broken hearts
lovers suicide
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
Que Sera, Sera
Godawful Poetry Fortnight - 19th - 31st August
# 8
On a warm and sunny day
I asked BMC officer on my way
Will we see cleaner streets
Will you clear off the plastic sheets
Is this what he said to me
Que sera sera, whatever will be, will be
Your problems is not ours to see, que sera sera,
Whatever can be, will see.
Last week at Bandra East
For stamp duty paper, I had met some cheats
Everybody was rushing
Shouting and crushing
Then one peon said to me
Pude challa, challa, gardhi nakko, saheb ghari gella
Forms are finished now we have no more
Atta tu pan ghari challa, challa
Now that Bhindhra has won a gold
All the sportsmen have become quite bold
Everybody is practicing
Endorsing or bribing
Believing that even they can win
Pappu, Mona, Sona, chonna, you too can join in, Lolla
Their tutors and their offspring’s too, come on fella, fella
No harm in trying, Salla.
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
# 8
On a warm and sunny day
I asked BMC officer on my way
Will we see cleaner streets
Will you clear off the plastic sheets
Is this what he said to me
Que sera sera, whatever will be, will be
Your problems is not ours to see, que sera sera,
Whatever can be, will see.
Last week at Bandra East
For stamp duty paper, I had met some cheats
Everybody was rushing
Shouting and crushing
Then one peon said to me
Pude challa, challa, gardhi nakko, saheb ghari gella
Forms are finished now we have no more
Atta tu pan ghari challa, challa
Now that Bhindhra has won a gold
All the sportsmen have become quite bold
Everybody is practicing
Endorsing or bribing
Believing that even they can win
Pappu, Mona, Sona, chonna, you too can join in, Lolla
Their tutors and their offspring’s too, come on fella, fella
No harm in trying, Salla.
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Skywalks of Mumbai
Godawful Poetry Fortnight - 19th - 31st August
#7
There is a budget set aside of six hundred crores
For Mumbai skywalkers who are normally bores
Now they will jog to work freely in and out of city
On long blue skywalks without any self pity
The first one at Bandra that was inaugurated the other day
Was used by ‘Queer Qaadis’ who call themselves Gay
They inspected the bridge to see if it was strong
Their precious decisions are normally never wrong
It is good place for marching, there is no vehicular traffic
You can walk freely, carelessly, without the horns of autoricks
The elevated walkway framed structure with Polycarbonate Sheets
Are great escape from heavy rains during such ‘Queer’ meets
There are seating arrangements, steel railings and powerful lights
Comfortably they can scream and shout for their rights
The skywalks have escalators, landscaping, and garbage bins,
When tired from too much shouting, they can share cold beer tins
There is enough space to accommodate the road side hawkers.
Mumbaikars might enjoy even the live shows by rockers
It is great fun to be in the city that has so much to give
Non resident Mumbaikars are most welcomed here to live.
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
#7
There is a budget set aside of six hundred crores
For Mumbai skywalkers who are normally bores
Now they will jog to work freely in and out of city
On long blue skywalks without any self pity
The first one at Bandra that was inaugurated the other day
Was used by ‘Queer Qaadis’ who call themselves Gay
They inspected the bridge to see if it was strong
Their precious decisions are normally never wrong
It is good place for marching, there is no vehicular traffic
You can walk freely, carelessly, without the horns of autoricks
The elevated walkway framed structure with Polycarbonate Sheets
Are great escape from heavy rains during such ‘Queer’ meets
There are seating arrangements, steel railings and powerful lights
Comfortably they can scream and shout for their rights
The skywalks have escalators, landscaping, and garbage bins,
When tired from too much shouting, they can share cold beer tins
There is enough space to accommodate the road side hawkers.
Mumbaikars might enjoy even the live shows by rockers
It is great fun to be in the city that has so much to give
Non resident Mumbaikars are most welcomed here to live.
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
Some more on clerihew
Godawful Poetry Fortnight - 19th - 31st August
Some more on clerihew, a short humorous biographical poem
# 3
Sharukh Khan
What do you want?
Gauri, Saif or Kantaben
Whom do you prefer again and again?
# 4
Shobha De
Has a mind of clay
With filmy gossip and idle chat
She shocked George Bush that poor chap!
# 5
Ambhani Mukesh
Went to Rishikhesh
Bought lots of sadhus with his stinking money
And learnt their craft, now that was not funny
# 6
Ekta Kapoor
Was on a world tour
She packed her bags with letters ‘kay’
And watched her own serials every day!
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
Some more on clerihew, a short humorous biographical poem
# 3
Sharukh Khan
What do you want?
Gauri, Saif or Kantaben
Whom do you prefer again and again?
# 4
Shobha De
Has a mind of clay
With filmy gossip and idle chat
She shocked George Bush that poor chap!
# 5
Ambhani Mukesh
Went to Rishikhesh
Bought lots of sadhus with his stinking money
And learnt their craft, now that was not funny
# 6
Ekta Kapoor
Was on a world tour
She packed her bags with letters ‘kay’
And watched her own serials every day!
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Pest called Shobha Thoral
Godawful Poetry Fortnight - 19th - 31st August
#2
Shobha Thoral
Was a member of my writer's forum
With her venomous tongue, and her nutty brains
She could dig her verses from her kitchen drains
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
#2
Shobha Thoral
Was a member of my writer's forum
With her venomous tongue, and her nutty brains
She could dig her verses from her kitchen drains
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Poetry Party
Godawful Poetry Fortnight - 19th - 31st August
Although most of my poems are bad, I am pleased to write one for this special fornight.....Thanks to Caferati, it has plaform for bad poetry too....merrily I will use jarring or discordant sounds, happily I can irritate the good poets.....
There was an invitation
To the read-meet of poetry
Just two block away
From my normal route of loitering
I rhymed and chimed the verses
As I saw the poets passing
But none heard my poems
Although all were so classic
They didn’t even look at me
For that I was angry
I tortured them then
By spewing out my bad poetry
Stop! Said the poet
A distinguished member of that clan
Please don’t rhyme any more
You might ruin the party plan
Your poetry has no meter
It is worse than a broken disc
You might create a commotion
And that I cannot risk
Friends, come on over here
Bring six bottles of beer
Drain it down his throat
So that he cannot swear
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
Hic! Hic! Hic!
I was a good poet, hic
I could perform a good poetry
But they did not invite me
Those Gawd-Damn, blistering... Hic!
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
Although most of my poems are bad, I am pleased to write one for this special fornight.....Thanks to Caferati, it has plaform for bad poetry too....merrily I will use jarring or discordant sounds, happily I can irritate the good poets.....
There was an invitation
To the read-meet of poetry
Just two block away
From my normal route of loitering
I rhymed and chimed the verses
As I saw the poets passing
But none heard my poems
Although all were so classic
They didn’t even look at me
For that I was angry
I tortured them then
By spewing out my bad poetry
Stop! Said the poet
A distinguished member of that clan
Please don’t rhyme any more
You might ruin the party plan
Your poetry has no meter
It is worse than a broken disc
You might create a commotion
And that I cannot risk
Friends, come on over here
Bring six bottles of beer
Drain it down his throat
So that he cannot swear
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
Hic! Hic! Hic!
I was a good poet, hic
I could perform a good poetry
But they did not invite me
Those Gawd-Damn, blistering... Hic!
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
Monday, August 11, 2008
The Fancy Dress Party
The music reverberated in the room as he reached his hand under the pillow to extract the photograph and look at it once more.
This picture was a special one, although being one of his best shots, it still brought him pain. He wished it was he, instead of that person in the photograph, who was dressed in shirt, pant and black tie with his head covered by thin muslin cloth. He would have loved to relish her kiss through a veil and he felt a pang of jealousy as he stared at the picture of the couple, with their faces hidden behind the thin muslin cloth, deeply engrossed in their passionate moments.
He had clicked many more pictures on that day; pictures of his friends in fancy dress, some in odd shaped goggles that covered half their faces, then there were others with colour wigs, some blond, some red, and some with feathers. Fancy dress always added mystery to the party. He was happy when he was invited to the party as a professional photographer. He focused his lens on his friends and their companions and tried to guess the face behind their facades. He had not wanted to wear any special outfit for that party preferring to play with his lens and capture the moments.
He had enjoyed sitting between his shoots at the bar, sipping the martini and watching his friends dance at the beat of the rhythm. There was the combination of western and Bollywood music. It was during his third drink, that he had noticed her enter the room. He had recognized her by her red dress with a pink minivers. He had bought that dress from an expensive store and had given it her on her birthday.
“Happy birthday, Maina, I hope you like it” he had told her as he had placed the gift-wrapped dress on her lap, when she had visited his house to exchange some notes with his sister.
She had loved it, especially the smooth touch of the material, and had praised him for his good choice of clothes. He had never seen her wear that dress until that day at the party and her face was covered with a thin muslin cloth over her head. He was surprised. She had not even mentioned that she would be attending that party. Had he known that she would be attending, he would have accompanied her. And then, he had seen her companion, his face covered too, with similar thin muslin cloth. He was holding her in that special way. To hide his disappointment, he had hidden his face behind his lens.
For the rest of the evening, he had focused his lens on this couple, capturing their move, zooming, focussing, and clicking their every moment as they had danced, kissed, and swayed to the music. Their bodies moved together matching the mood and the beat of the music. He had waited for them to uncover their faces and had hoped that it was not Maina, even though he was sure that it was the same dress that he had purchased with so much love.
Later, he had seen them sneak out and he had followed them. He had seen them enter the powder room and he had been surprised. He had waited outside, in the far corner, on the couch under the dim light.
And then he had seen them without their veil of thin muslin cloth, hand in hand, Maina and his sister, who was dressed in shirt, pants and a black tie.
This picture was a special one, although being one of his best shots, it still brought him pain. He wished it was he, instead of that person in the photograph, who was dressed in shirt, pant and black tie with his head covered by thin muslin cloth. He would have loved to relish her kiss through a veil and he felt a pang of jealousy as he stared at the picture of the couple, with their faces hidden behind the thin muslin cloth, deeply engrossed in their passionate moments.
He had clicked many more pictures on that day; pictures of his friends in fancy dress, some in odd shaped goggles that covered half their faces, then there were others with colour wigs, some blond, some red, and some with feathers. Fancy dress always added mystery to the party. He was happy when he was invited to the party as a professional photographer. He focused his lens on his friends and their companions and tried to guess the face behind their facades. He had not wanted to wear any special outfit for that party preferring to play with his lens and capture the moments.
He had enjoyed sitting between his shoots at the bar, sipping the martini and watching his friends dance at the beat of the rhythm. There was the combination of western and Bollywood music. It was during his third drink, that he had noticed her enter the room. He had recognized her by her red dress with a pink minivers. He had bought that dress from an expensive store and had given it her on her birthday.
“Happy birthday, Maina, I hope you like it” he had told her as he had placed the gift-wrapped dress on her lap, when she had visited his house to exchange some notes with his sister.
She had loved it, especially the smooth touch of the material, and had praised him for his good choice of clothes. He had never seen her wear that dress until that day at the party and her face was covered with a thin muslin cloth over her head. He was surprised. She had not even mentioned that she would be attending that party. Had he known that she would be attending, he would have accompanied her. And then, he had seen her companion, his face covered too, with similar thin muslin cloth. He was holding her in that special way. To hide his disappointment, he had hidden his face behind his lens.
For the rest of the evening, he had focused his lens on this couple, capturing their move, zooming, focussing, and clicking their every moment as they had danced, kissed, and swayed to the music. Their bodies moved together matching the mood and the beat of the music. He had waited for them to uncover their faces and had hoped that it was not Maina, even though he was sure that it was the same dress that he had purchased with so much love.
Later, he had seen them sneak out and he had followed them. He had seen them enter the powder room and he had been surprised. He had waited outside, in the far corner, on the couch under the dim light.
And then he had seen them without their veil of thin muslin cloth, hand in hand, Maina and his sister, who was dressed in shirt, pants and a black tie.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Bejing Olympics 2008
recorded the music
´Chak de India´
Just in case,
Perhaps
One of them
Moves
A bit faster
Than the rest
And gets one gold
Or more
From the city
That is painted
Orange and red
I see them all
Behind my plasma
Jay walking
Waving
Pausing a moment
Yes,
You are right
They might bring gold
My country men
You see them there
Wearing smile
With desi dress in
White
If I were sporty
Or talented
Or rich
Or influential
To pull the strings
Of luck
I too
Would walk proudly
Savouring the limelight
But alas!
I cannot
And I am feeling
Blue
Later that evening
With family and friends
We betted
On their victory
With wine and bread
There were chops and chicken
And mutton and beef
But me
Being a veggie
All I ate was
The Greens
Enjoying Beijing Olympics
Coated with every hue
Be it orange, green, white or red
Or even if they have
All shades
Of blue
@Pushpa
´Chak de India´
Just in case,
Perhaps
One of them
Moves
A bit faster
Than the rest
And gets one gold
Or more
From the city
That is painted
Orange and red
I see them all
Behind my plasma
Jay walking
Waving
Pausing a moment
Yes,
You are right
They might bring gold
My country men
You see them there
Wearing smile
With desi dress in
White
If I were sporty
Or talented
Or rich
Or influential
To pull the strings
Of luck
I too
Would walk proudly
Savouring the limelight
But alas!
I cannot
And I am feeling
Blue
Later that evening
With family and friends
We betted
On their victory
With wine and bread
There were chops and chicken
And mutton and beef
But me
Being a veggie
All I ate was
The Greens
Enjoying Beijing Olympics
Coated with every hue
Be it orange, green, white or red
Or even if they have
All shades
Of blue
@Pushpa
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
I Write
I write when my muse play tricks on me
Hiding behind the tunes of adversity
A simple thing such as smile, or anger or quote
Sets my world rolling into poetry
Hiding behind the tunes of adversity
A simple thing such as smile, or anger or quote
Sets my world rolling into poetry
Friday, August 01, 2008
Smile
Smile adorns a thousand words
a dressy garment for every jest
With frills of laughter and of joy
There in no man who wouldn’t enjoy
It costs nothing, not a dime
But you can walk with it for a mile
You hold its hands of happiness
And shake off the dust of painful stress
He who dons a gloomy face
Will lag behind in happy race
An iron face with frozen lips
knows not how to live with grace
When pain eclipse the face of smile
Can pessimisms really explain the rhyme?
a dressy garment for every jest
With frills of laughter and of joy
There in no man who wouldn’t enjoy
It costs nothing, not a dime
But you can walk with it for a mile
You hold its hands of happiness
And shake off the dust of painful stress
He who dons a gloomy face
Will lag behind in happy race
An iron face with frozen lips
knows not how to live with grace
When pain eclipse the face of smile
Can pessimisms really explain the rhyme?
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Pappu Can't Dance Sala' (Lyrics)
There is a popular song in Mumbai which is there on everybody’s lips and you can hear every child, every teenager and even housewives humming which goes like this ‘Pappu can’t dance sala’
The lyrics are funny
It says that Pappu is very popular, he is muscular, spectacular, bachelors. He drives fast cars. And girls are crazy about him. He had blue eyes and looks like an English man, he wears Rado watch and wears Gucci perfume but Pappu can't dance..
Hai muscular, hai popular, hai muscular, hai popular, spectacular, he is a bachelor
Paapu ki gaadi tez hai, Pappu kudiyon mein craze hai
Pappu ki aankhen light blue, pappu dikhta angrez hai
Rado ki ghadi haathon mein perfume gucci wala
But Pappu can’t dance saala, Pappu can’t dance saala
Pappu naach nahi sakta
Tirkit tana tirkit tana teeri tana let’s dance
Tirkit tana tirkit tana teeri tana let’s dance
Pappu was born lucky with a silver spoon in his mouth, he has money, he has friends, Pappu is hot and he is smart but Pappu can’t dance
Paida Pappu hua to kismatein chamki
Aur uske muh mein thi chandi ki chamchi
Hey hey hey Pappu ke paas hai paisa
Hey ye.. ye.. haathon ke mail ke jaisa
Hey hey hey Pappu yaaron ka yaar hai
Hey ye.. ye.. Pappu hot hai and smart hai
But Pappu can’t dance saala, Pappu can’t dance saala
Pappu naach nahi sakta
Tirkit tana tirkit tana teeri tana let’s dance
Tirkit tana tirkit tana teeri tana let’s dance
Pappu’s father is proud of him and he believes Pappu will make a great name for himself,He has PA. he holidays in France, he plays guitar, he is comfortable everywhere but Pappu can’t dane.
Papa kehte hain bada naam karega, mera Pappu to aisa kaam karega
Hey hey hey Pappu ke paas hai P.A.
Hey ye..ye.. karta hai France mein holiday
Hey hey hey Pappu guitar bajata hai
Hey ye.. ye.. jahan jaata hai chhaa jaata hai
But Pappu can’t dance saala
Tirkit tana tirkit tana teeri tana let’s dance
Tirkit tana tirkit tana teeri tana let’s dance
But Pappu can’t dance saala, Pappu naach nahi sakta
Tirkit tana tirkit tana teeri tana let’s dance
Tirkit tana tirkit tana teeri tana let’s dance
Pappu naach nahi sakta
This song (from a Bollywood film 'Jane tu..na Jaane na' has great music and everybody can dance on this music except Pappu!
The lyrics are funny
It says that Pappu is very popular, he is muscular, spectacular, bachelors. He drives fast cars. And girls are crazy about him. He had blue eyes and looks like an English man, he wears Rado watch and wears Gucci perfume but Pappu can't dance..
Hai muscular, hai popular, hai muscular, hai popular, spectacular, he is a bachelor
Paapu ki gaadi tez hai, Pappu kudiyon mein craze hai
Pappu ki aankhen light blue, pappu dikhta angrez hai
Rado ki ghadi haathon mein perfume gucci wala
But Pappu can’t dance saala, Pappu can’t dance saala
Pappu naach nahi sakta
Tirkit tana tirkit tana teeri tana let’s dance
Tirkit tana tirkit tana teeri tana let’s dance
Pappu was born lucky with a silver spoon in his mouth, he has money, he has friends, Pappu is hot and he is smart but Pappu can’t dance
Paida Pappu hua to kismatein chamki
Aur uske muh mein thi chandi ki chamchi
Hey hey hey Pappu ke paas hai paisa
Hey ye.. ye.. haathon ke mail ke jaisa
Hey hey hey Pappu yaaron ka yaar hai
Hey ye.. ye.. Pappu hot hai and smart hai
But Pappu can’t dance saala, Pappu can’t dance saala
Pappu naach nahi sakta
Tirkit tana tirkit tana teeri tana let’s dance
Tirkit tana tirkit tana teeri tana let’s dance
Pappu’s father is proud of him and he believes Pappu will make a great name for himself,He has PA. he holidays in France, he plays guitar, he is comfortable everywhere but Pappu can’t dane.
Papa kehte hain bada naam karega, mera Pappu to aisa kaam karega
Hey hey hey Pappu ke paas hai P.A.
Hey ye..ye.. karta hai France mein holiday
Hey hey hey Pappu guitar bajata hai
Hey ye.. ye.. jahan jaata hai chhaa jaata hai
But Pappu can’t dance saala
Tirkit tana tirkit tana teeri tana let’s dance
Tirkit tana tirkit tana teeri tana let’s dance
But Pappu can’t dance saala, Pappu naach nahi sakta
Tirkit tana tirkit tana teeri tana let’s dance
Tirkit tana tirkit tana teeri tana let’s dance
Pappu naach nahi sakta
This song (from a Bollywood film 'Jane tu..na Jaane na' has great music and everybody can dance on this music except Pappu!
Thursday, July 03, 2008
I got drifted with the flow........
When I was younger, I was full of dreams…..crazy dreams. .I wanted to do something really great, something like start a school and run it successfully, or start a toy factory and manufacture lots of innovate toys, or start a publishing house….etc, etc..
When I went to live with my brother’s family in Spain, I thought it is a great city to build my dreams. The reality knocked my head when I realized that wishes and talent are not enough to fulfill any dream. Money and luck play a very important role in people’s life. Money builds money and money is power. Language in a foreign land is the first barrier to any progress and then there are visas and work permits and third is the location where you stay (my brother stays far away from the city), all three factors wasted my time and chained my dreams.My mom was a heart patient, my brother had three kids and I spent next ten years looking after the family and helping my brother in his retail store.
Six years ago I came to Mumbai for a holiday and then decided not to go back. I got interested in working for mentally challenged children and started helping my friend with her school. My friend had great faith in me and I would not let her down. With my writing skills and my contacts, I was able to raise the money for the school. We started the program of ‘Walk with me and be my friend’ and raised money for expansion of the school by one floor and started a vocational program for mentally challenged. Money kept flowing. During the last six years that I have been with the school, we have acquired two school buses, have 55 children under sponsorship scheme, have sheltered workshops and we are in the process of building a residential home for mentally challenged.
I am not taking credit for anything, (most of the important work in the school is done by my friend and her staff) but I feel that this is what is destined for me. I am the coordinator and committee member of the school and a great chunk of money passes through my hands, month after month.
I got introduced to Ryze through a friend. I accepted her invitation just to be polite (I thought it was one of those scam mails) She insisted that I join some networks on Ryze and I got interested in ‘Caferati-the writer’s group’. I attended their read-meets to see the face behind those writings and I am very happy to be the part of that group, they have helped me polish my work and I look forward to those read-meets. I saw S&C on Ryze but was reluctant to join at first because I felt that I did not qualify for that standard of writing and was afraid of making a fool of myself. I continued to post on Caferati and saw so many of my friends on S&C and then one day I gathered my courage and decided to plunge myself into this group.
S&C is the great place to be and that I realized that when I met the moderator of the group in Mumbai during her last visit from US. Her honest comments on my work was very encouraging. I did get inferiority complex (sometimes) when I saw so much talent at the forums but I do feel proud to be the part of these group and I have learnt a lot. I enjoy the weekly themes and the feedbacks that follow.
I am still counting my blessings……
When I went to live with my brother’s family in Spain, I thought it is a great city to build my dreams. The reality knocked my head when I realized that wishes and talent are not enough to fulfill any dream. Money and luck play a very important role in people’s life. Money builds money and money is power. Language in a foreign land is the first barrier to any progress and then there are visas and work permits and third is the location where you stay (my brother stays far away from the city), all three factors wasted my time and chained my dreams.My mom was a heart patient, my brother had three kids and I spent next ten years looking after the family and helping my brother in his retail store.
Six years ago I came to Mumbai for a holiday and then decided not to go back. I got interested in working for mentally challenged children and started helping my friend with her school. My friend had great faith in me and I would not let her down. With my writing skills and my contacts, I was able to raise the money for the school. We started the program of ‘Walk with me and be my friend’ and raised money for expansion of the school by one floor and started a vocational program for mentally challenged. Money kept flowing. During the last six years that I have been with the school, we have acquired two school buses, have 55 children under sponsorship scheme, have sheltered workshops and we are in the process of building a residential home for mentally challenged.
I am not taking credit for anything, (most of the important work in the school is done by my friend and her staff) but I feel that this is what is destined for me. I am the coordinator and committee member of the school and a great chunk of money passes through my hands, month after month.
I got introduced to Ryze through a friend. I accepted her invitation just to be polite (I thought it was one of those scam mails) She insisted that I join some networks on Ryze and I got interested in ‘Caferati-the writer’s group’. I attended their read-meets to see the face behind those writings and I am very happy to be the part of that group, they have helped me polish my work and I look forward to those read-meets. I saw S&C on Ryze but was reluctant to join at first because I felt that I did not qualify for that standard of writing and was afraid of making a fool of myself. I continued to post on Caferati and saw so many of my friends on S&C and then one day I gathered my courage and decided to plunge myself into this group.
S&C is the great place to be and that I realized that when I met the moderator of the group in Mumbai during her last visit from US. Her honest comments on my work was very encouraging. I did get inferiority complex (sometimes) when I saw so much talent at the forums but I do feel proud to be the part of these group and I have learnt a lot. I enjoy the weekly themes and the feedbacks that follow.
I am still counting my blessings……
Monday, June 30, 2008
Take me back, Please!
My dearest love, it is almost dawn
Will you be back? Its been so long
Are you really, really mad at me
For being with your friend in my pink nightie
In early hours of that fateful day
When you had walked in and watched him sway?
There is something that I have to say. Yes!
He had stayed back but for only a day
Trust me, he knows, I wear your ring
Would we ever do any stupid thing?
He helps me with jobs that are heavy for me
During your long, long absence from home at sea
That fateful moment before you arrived
Having lost my keys, I was stranded at night
I called for help from my white mobile
He brought the tools to clear my plight
He followed me in for my security
And waited a while for a warm coffee
We chatted for long and didn’t realize
When clock chimed three, it was late, late night
I lent him your shorts and then changed mine
He slept on the couch in the hall. So quiet!
You trust him, don’t you? He is your buddy
Could we do anything that would be muddy?
My fingers are sore from punching hard
Did you read my SMS’s and my desperate calls?
I know you can’t be angry, not for long
So shed you precious pride and come along
Come back, my darling, I am missing you
Will bake a cake, and freeze ice-creams too
Will you be back? Its been so long
Are you really, really mad at me
For being with your friend in my pink nightie
In early hours of that fateful day
When you had walked in and watched him sway?
There is something that I have to say. Yes!
He had stayed back but for only a day
Trust me, he knows, I wear your ring
Would we ever do any stupid thing?
He helps me with jobs that are heavy for me
During your long, long absence from home at sea
That fateful moment before you arrived
Having lost my keys, I was stranded at night
I called for help from my white mobile
He brought the tools to clear my plight
He followed me in for my security
And waited a while for a warm coffee
We chatted for long and didn’t realize
When clock chimed three, it was late, late night
I lent him your shorts and then changed mine
He slept on the couch in the hall. So quiet!
You trust him, don’t you? He is your buddy
Could we do anything that would be muddy?
My fingers are sore from punching hard
Did you read my SMS’s and my desperate calls?
I know you can’t be angry, not for long
So shed you precious pride and come along
Come back, my darling, I am missing you
Will bake a cake, and freeze ice-creams too
Friday, June 20, 2008
Splassssh!
Pipes are choked with air and dust
Water trickles down the spout
Dropping its lazy drops
I slap the tap, block the spout,
Thrust my fore finger into its mouth
Then suddenly,
The water emerges angrily through the spout
Splashing on my face and blouse
I am late again.
Water trickles down the spout
Dropping its lazy drops
I slap the tap, block the spout,
Thrust my fore finger into its mouth
Then suddenly,
The water emerges angrily through the spout
Splashing on my face and blouse
I am late again.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Poetry
Touching my lazy soul
Stimulating a broken thought
Poetry flows down my veins
Reviving me to another muse
I am left fumbling,
Collecting the scattered words
To fix them into
A proper message for you
So much easier it was
To pluck the words
From poetic inspiration
And weave them into
A fine tapestry of tunes
You would read between lines
and framed them up
with rhythm and sounds
in your favorite room
Stimulating a broken thought
Poetry flows down my veins
Reviving me to another muse
I am left fumbling,
Collecting the scattered words
To fix them into
A proper message for you
So much easier it was
To pluck the words
From poetic inspiration
And weave them into
A fine tapestry of tunes
You would read between lines
and framed them up
with rhythm and sounds
in your favorite room
Monday, June 16, 2008
My dog – Rex
“Can you give a bath to Rex? I have to attend a kitty party and I am running late.” said my wife
“Why should I give bath to Rex, he is your dog, so you do it” I said
“Now don’t you start all over again. There is nothing that is solely ‘yours’ or ‘mine’. Everything is ‘ours’. We share everything. Remember? So, Rex is your dog too.” Said my wife
“Yes, we do share everything but, that is limited to housework and money only. I cannot take your dog’s responsibilities too. I didn’t want him here in the first place but you have brought him here stubbornly into my house.” I said
“Shuush! Talk softly. You will hurt his feelings and if he feels unwanted here, he will go into depression.” Said my wife
“Don’t you shuush me. It is me who is going through depression. He watches 'Animal Planet' show on my TV, he sleeps on my side of the bed and most nights I am sleeping on the sofa.” I said
“Oh Honey! Sofa is so comfortable. You shouldn’t be complaining.” Said my wife
“Complaining? Am I? I am warning you. I don’t like to see you wasting so much money on dogs’ birthday parties or taking him for grooming in those expensive beauty parlors.” I said
“Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! Money spend on Rex is not wasted, my dear. What is the use of working so hard and earning if we cannot spend it wisely? I think, you are plain jealous of Rex. You don’t understand, he has many friends out there. He needs to look good when I take him for walks by the sea shore. It boosts his ego.” Said my wife
*Ding Dong*
“Can you answer the door-bell Honey? Who is it?” said my wife
“It is a food parcel. Did you order butter chicken from Taj Intercontinental?” I said
“Oh yes. Has it arrived? It is for Rex.” said my wife.
“Rex, Rex. Come here Baby; Look what Mama gets for you?
“You like butter chicken, don’t you?”
“Come baby come. Eat it. It is good.”
*Growl*
“See what you have done. You see that? Rex is very upset and now he won’t eat. Are you happy now?” Said my wife
“Ummnph! I wish he would learn to read the script. He would know then, what he was missing.” I said
*Growl…Sure, I can read the script maan.. it says t-a-j-i-n-t-e-r-c-o-n-t-i-n-e-n-t-a-l. I can smell it too and I know that it is a great place to eat and butter chicken is its specialty. But still, I will not eat, unless you agree to give me a bath…..woof!*
“Why should I give bath to Rex, he is your dog, so you do it” I said
“Now don’t you start all over again. There is nothing that is solely ‘yours’ or ‘mine’. Everything is ‘ours’. We share everything. Remember? So, Rex is your dog too.” Said my wife
“Yes, we do share everything but, that is limited to housework and money only. I cannot take your dog’s responsibilities too. I didn’t want him here in the first place but you have brought him here stubbornly into my house.” I said
“Shuush! Talk softly. You will hurt his feelings and if he feels unwanted here, he will go into depression.” Said my wife
“Don’t you shuush me. It is me who is going through depression. He watches 'Animal Planet' show on my TV, he sleeps on my side of the bed and most nights I am sleeping on the sofa.” I said
“Oh Honey! Sofa is so comfortable. You shouldn’t be complaining.” Said my wife
“Complaining? Am I? I am warning you. I don’t like to see you wasting so much money on dogs’ birthday parties or taking him for grooming in those expensive beauty parlors.” I said
“Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! Money spend on Rex is not wasted, my dear. What is the use of working so hard and earning if we cannot spend it wisely? I think, you are plain jealous of Rex. You don’t understand, he has many friends out there. He needs to look good when I take him for walks by the sea shore. It boosts his ego.” Said my wife
*Ding Dong*
“Can you answer the door-bell Honey? Who is it?” said my wife
“It is a food parcel. Did you order butter chicken from Taj Intercontinental?” I said
“Oh yes. Has it arrived? It is for Rex.” said my wife.
“Rex, Rex. Come here Baby; Look what Mama gets for you?
“You like butter chicken, don’t you?”
“Come baby come. Eat it. It is good.”
*Growl*
“See what you have done. You see that? Rex is very upset and now he won’t eat. Are you happy now?” Said my wife
“Ummnph! I wish he would learn to read the script. He would know then, what he was missing.” I said
*Growl…Sure, I can read the script maan.. it says t-a-j-i-n-t-e-r-c-o-n-t-i-n-e-n-t-a-l. I can smell it too and I know that it is a great place to eat and butter chicken is its specialty. But still, I will not eat, unless you agree to give me a bath…..woof!*
Monday, June 09, 2008
One more Birthday.... Again....
Young at heart, it matters not
what age I be on my next big day
Year after year
I have smiled along,
and seen the world pass me by
Till 10 I would count and was thrilled each year
eager I was to reach my teens
I faked about my age to gate crash a scene
I lied to stay young, at thirty that was mean
but at 40 I stopped, counting my age
the mirror on the wall refused to lie
now i just count the wrinkles on my face
watch myself grow with renewed grace
young at heart it matters not
what age I be on my next big day
I shall blow just one candle
and watch myself age
I dread to turn my life's next page.
what age I be on my next big day
Year after year
I have smiled along,
and seen the world pass me by
Till 10 I would count and was thrilled each year
eager I was to reach my teens
I faked about my age to gate crash a scene
I lied to stay young, at thirty that was mean
but at 40 I stopped, counting my age
the mirror on the wall refused to lie
now i just count the wrinkles on my face
watch myself grow with renewed grace
young at heart it matters not
what age I be on my next big day
I shall blow just one candle
and watch myself age
I dread to turn my life's next page.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Shanti Kunj
My family home, not mere house of stones
Warmth and love fills its bones
fragrant smiles greets me at doors
Seeping through my skinny pores
Fragrance that was brewed from days
When I was young and of tender age
I would pack my valise every holidays
With mom and family I would tag always
I’d spend few days with cousins dear
Who greeted always with pleasant cheers
We would tease and laugh and roll with joy
All day, all night, we would enjoy
Laughter’s, fun frolic, sway-
Foodstuff cooked and brewed all day
Vibes and chats of every rank
Found a place in memory bank
Presently, it’s still a loving den
Our family laughter echoes there
Big sister now, reigns the throne
She greets us there with love adorned
Food and jokes are still alive
Dotted now, with spiritual rhymes
We reach there stealing cozy times
Exchanging golden, funny lines
Warmth and love fills its bones
fragrant smiles greets me at doors
Seeping through my skinny pores
Fragrance that was brewed from days
When I was young and of tender age
I would pack my valise every holidays
With mom and family I would tag always
I’d spend few days with cousins dear
Who greeted always with pleasant cheers
We would tease and laugh and roll with joy
All day, all night, we would enjoy
Laughter’s, fun frolic, sway-
Foodstuff cooked and brewed all day
Vibes and chats of every rank
Found a place in memory bank
Presently, it’s still a loving den
Our family laughter echoes there
Big sister now, reigns the throne
She greets us there with love adorned
Food and jokes are still alive
Dotted now, with spiritual rhymes
We reach there stealing cozy times
Exchanging golden, funny lines
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Nano car muse
Morning is the time, when I sit on my special chair in the corner of the room, by the window. It is the time of the day, when I read a newspaper or watch the news on TV. This is my favorite space which has good vibes and it helps me recall the feeling of peace. It is a spot where the energy works for me and I can feel the tension release, until, I hear my wife say “Good Morning!”
Things are never the same, thereafter.
It is the silly matters that distract me from her. She will enter the bathroom and scream when she finds that the napkins in the bathroom have not been placed back on the hook, or how I had squeezed the toothpaste that was not as per her instructions, or why the soap dish is not kept in a particular position. Silly me, I keep forgetting her instruction all the time.
But, even on the days when I am very careful, there will be some issues that I can never handle.
Like, today morning, my wife says that she wants to buy 'Tata Nano' for our maid.
“Why does a maid need a car?” I protest
“Because she is always late to work.” And then she tells me how difficult it is for her, to do all the work, when there are bus strikes.
The conversation then shifts to Nano’s price, which is very attractive and affordable. As she goes about, doing all the odd jobs in the house and going to and fro, from kitchen to bedroom, from preparing breakfast to putting things away and dusting all the rooms, she talks about people who own entry-level cars, who are now thinking of going in for either one Nano or maybe two, which will cost the same as their existing car. So, there would be one car for the head of the family and another for the family.
Nano car has been one of the hottest topics in every home. Few days ago, my friend was mentioning about the great discussion he was having in his family, with his neighbors, with lift man and even, sometimes with his dog! Everyone is excited about this new car.
I leave my special chair, my meditative space by the window and start to dress up for the office. I shave, bathe, dress and keep nodding my head as she tells me about the taxi driver, who wants to replace his car with Nano, because he is confident that he can easily cover the lakh that he will need to invest in. She talks about a new range of auto repair shops and accessories that might spawn at every street corner, she mentions the local milkman who has started thinking of holders on the side of his car for his milk cans, about the curbside Chinese joint, who is thinking of turning mobile via the Nano.
Where does she find so much energy to talk so much, early in the morning? The day had not begun. I wished somebody would invent a remote control with a volume control to turn off the volume of the conversation that we don’t wish to hear. New technology is discovering all kinds of things to make our life comfortable. I was beginning to feel that somebody out there must surely be working on this too. What fun would that be? I would use the remote to hear the conversation of my neighbor’s wife. Selective hearing, isn’t that what it is called? Channel one…flat number one, channel two, flat number two, channel three……..
“Hello, are you listening?” she says as she emerges from the kitchen and smiles as me.
“I particularly liked the steel Grey Nano. It has a style of its own. It’s affordable and looks quite comfortable. It’s good for a small family. I am keen to know when bookings will kick off,” she says as she sets the breakfast plates on the table.
“It’s an affordable car, no doubt. But I would rather wait a year before buying it, just to see what the experience is like,” I say, as I chomp on a sandwich.
“What do you mean? Do you want me to look like a fool in front of my kitty party friends?” She says, wide-eyed, glaring at me.
The sound of the door bell breaks the spell as her favorite maid reports to work.
Things are never the same, thereafter.
It is the silly matters that distract me from her. She will enter the bathroom and scream when she finds that the napkins in the bathroom have not been placed back on the hook, or how I had squeezed the toothpaste that was not as per her instructions, or why the soap dish is not kept in a particular position. Silly me, I keep forgetting her instruction all the time.
But, even on the days when I am very careful, there will be some issues that I can never handle.
Like, today morning, my wife says that she wants to buy 'Tata Nano' for our maid.
“Why does a maid need a car?” I protest
“Because she is always late to work.” And then she tells me how difficult it is for her, to do all the work, when there are bus strikes.
The conversation then shifts to Nano’s price, which is very attractive and affordable. As she goes about, doing all the odd jobs in the house and going to and fro, from kitchen to bedroom, from preparing breakfast to putting things away and dusting all the rooms, she talks about people who own entry-level cars, who are now thinking of going in for either one Nano or maybe two, which will cost the same as their existing car. So, there would be one car for the head of the family and another for the family.
Nano car has been one of the hottest topics in every home. Few days ago, my friend was mentioning about the great discussion he was having in his family, with his neighbors, with lift man and even, sometimes with his dog! Everyone is excited about this new car.
I leave my special chair, my meditative space by the window and start to dress up for the office. I shave, bathe, dress and keep nodding my head as she tells me about the taxi driver, who wants to replace his car with Nano, because he is confident that he can easily cover the lakh that he will need to invest in. She talks about a new range of auto repair shops and accessories that might spawn at every street corner, she mentions the local milkman who has started thinking of holders on the side of his car for his milk cans, about the curbside Chinese joint, who is thinking of turning mobile via the Nano.
Where does she find so much energy to talk so much, early in the morning? The day had not begun. I wished somebody would invent a remote control with a volume control to turn off the volume of the conversation that we don’t wish to hear. New technology is discovering all kinds of things to make our life comfortable. I was beginning to feel that somebody out there must surely be working on this too. What fun would that be? I would use the remote to hear the conversation of my neighbor’s wife. Selective hearing, isn’t that what it is called? Channel one…flat number one, channel two, flat number two, channel three……..
“Hello, are you listening?” she says as she emerges from the kitchen and smiles as me.
“I particularly liked the steel Grey Nano. It has a style of its own. It’s affordable and looks quite comfortable. It’s good for a small family. I am keen to know when bookings will kick off,” she says as she sets the breakfast plates on the table.
“It’s an affordable car, no doubt. But I would rather wait a year before buying it, just to see what the experience is like,” I say, as I chomp on a sandwich.
“What do you mean? Do you want me to look like a fool in front of my kitty party friends?” She says, wide-eyed, glaring at me.
The sound of the door bell breaks the spell as her favorite maid reports to work.
Monday, February 18, 2008
I am still a little girl
Don’t patronize me
Don’t buy my wares
I don’t wish to work
On this long, long road.
I need to learn
To play with words
And earn bright future
In this bleak, damp world
If you buy my wares
I might learn that
There is no greed to study
To earn a bread
Ignorant I will be
With no phrases to delight
How can you empower me,
If I can’t spell it right?
Don’t encourage me to work
Help me see the light,
I am just a little girl
Please save me from this plight.
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