I woke up today with a thought in my mind,
The sunshine gorged upon my face with its golden magic shimmering wind.
My nose trickling with the sweet mist of the dawn,
I believed I was singing the song of the rain.
It was a fresh morning in the meridian of my dream.
I and my sleep were living the climax of departure pain.
I walked with my eyes half shut,
Trying hard to make out the creases on my face.
It wasn’t the same day I lived few moments away,
I see a new me every other day with a wish to efface the preface.
My glimpse in the water telling me to rise, to apace to catch-up with the life’s footrace.
I have a question running in my mind, what makes me the agile inside,
Was I happy yesterday and in today’s foreface.
I ought to soothen my spirit that all would be fine, yes this day is mine.
I would align, if not yesterday, I will embrace that today is divine.
Crossed the cross lines chapter after chapter,
Living to the usual, living to the mundane, living a living to best of living should be effort says the life.
If not a full smile try to give half curve on those dry lips of yours.
The life whispers to be partial to her, if not every moment at least a penny second more with cheers.
I don need big giggles and laughter, a smile here and there makes me feel better.
For which I muse on her, I can’t give you oh mah-life every promise I make,
But when I forget please give me a reason to shower you then and there a chance to smile enough sweeter..........
Saturday, May 01, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Paper boat in the Rain,short but blissful
I was to hear something new unknown ,exiciting and intriguing creation of a newbie.The very thought of it made me jump around inside.Sounded cool as if i was the diva of a painters imagination.It was raining heavens inside,,i was in a good mood mischievious and fliratatious .He passed on the shuffle pod with a slight sparse of expression puzzling around his face, a hard smile veiled the little storm building in him to the anxiousness of my reaction forthcoming.Was he nervous,no he wasnt ..his eyes were filled awaiting something to here, the feeling was similar to a mother fresh in labour waiting penchantly for part of her in form,she can clearly and loudly hear the heart beat of the baby but yes she want to feel the touch ,yes its exiciting essenced with sweet pain.Yes it was it in his eyes too, expressive as they can get .Dreams ,feelings all hidden safely with a bolt of duty ..heavy but my darling manages no oughts out on his petite shoulders.Dark as the eyes can get with a sparsh tinge of emotion i see it through in to them.He tries hard to hide the images the eyes want to show me, but i can see through.I knew it would happen ,,hmm did i expected this ,,may be not but yes this makes me feel special,yes special like a murderer !.Am I an attention seeker,merry at the moment rather doesnt want to miss an occasion hearing great stuff about me.No am nt but still ,then alas how can i just ignore those rarest beings and i thug myself how many can make you feel special.Those who did are the safest jewels stuck in your soul maybe forever.What if i dont own them i can feel the smell of rain ,,thou its showered in the hot summer for seconds.
Whats making me so jittery to write this down,i donno i cant put it .Is it guilt of peircing in to one more innocent heart,young,joyful ,dreamy who is all set to make his life big with targets away with unripe dreams .Why did destiny wanted to test his emotions for a while.It would be a passe a day for the lad someday,but still it will echoe breaking silence in deep thought of ours..As i see now ,this very moment is filled with some dischord,that little tinkle just above the that tiny mole in his white clear eye with a plasm of moist around trying to tell me million expressions of joy,the admiration and the joy he feels for me.I see the dimple and the eye synced in a duet of harmless warmth tune topped with a curve at the edge of the lip.Oh this little one is intense ,it was a crackling chemistry between him and me.The febble shaky voice of his and so many bottled up words with a confusion.. should i say or shouldnt I.Should i do or shouldnt I always keeping a tollgate to his deeds and words.I see him as a birdie which has to go miles away for high destinies one day ,,but the birdie just got stuck in mud for a while.It liked the smell of the mud ,yearns to be in here .But it knows it cant ,its destination is not here,The mud is alien and will not be its forte.It cant survive this summer.It has to move on and it knows but still....Sweet and short but god you played it again ,,birdie adores the alien mud.The essence of it will be ever fresh in its veins.
Trembling slender fingers of his offered to listen a new tune.I see all the nights and the hours which he slogged on to the making of it.Oh i see midlight oil and the sweat dripping on his forehead .It started of like a breeze on the beach slow and slow as the coming wave,hit me harder as it went ..I was in to the wave at the end of it.The wave conquered me i say.Tune deepened as it progressed ,my chirpy uncool unemotive haul had a pause ,i closed my eyes tryin to figure out a shadow.There it goes dressed in white ,she is dancing around the fields under the sun,happy carefree with a childly happiness around.she looks mad crazy trying to tell me she is free ,independent.Her moves were swift ,depth in her eyes wanting for love ,,love is in her she is romantic ,yeah she was said the sexaphone.Love moved in anger,,oh what the dramatic twist as the love in her created the storm ,,wondering is the storm is within her.She is angry furious with everythng,no she is angry with herself.She needs to be put in sleep ,,calm down dame the beats were pleading her,the notes were pumping life in the shadow .Beat of stirngs,beat of drums ,high and low ,levels all conglomorated to sketch the girl out of the parady.It went on till i opened my eyes.I had no complaints it was beautifully made ,,heart touching peice of chord ,,i see the effort ,i feel the warmth ,i feel that sweet nothing you have for me,,am blessed and shall miss more of such tunes ahead dedicated only for me,,but as the climax knocked , i was hit and worried as it sulked in pain,,,why my angel in the shadow was left in weeps..tragic end disturbed me wondering me many uncertainties within ,,boomeranging my stirngs again and again.
I concluded the experience with an eternal feel of wanting more analysing and painting more colors to the girl in my shadow each time when i hear.I see him daily and daily made us thick friends on a common seat ,,with an angle to the neck ,loud are conversations,,short but sweet ,,no this is aint love this is just sweet nothing,he is like a teddy in my closet which I dont wanna play with ,i dont wanna hurt ,neither i wanna leave,nor i can forget ..neither i wanna dump it.It reminds me of my innocence,the purity in me.He makes me feel good,yes he is the paper boat in rain of my life.He will be shortlived sitting beside me in my seat but he is blissful and safegaurded in mind.,,i donno am not in love but yes am the mud which was waiting for that birdie to dwell out the innocence,the loud,the chirpy,the kid ,the mischeif,the scoop of soft outta hard outer me.He is not my childhood buddy but i wish he would have,.Am happy i met him .He is my alter ego and he will be a friend always in this journey of mine,,may be far in miles but near in my memory lanes.
Whats making me so jittery to write this down,i donno i cant put it .Is it guilt of peircing in to one more innocent heart,young,joyful ,dreamy who is all set to make his life big with targets away with unripe dreams .Why did destiny wanted to test his emotions for a while.It would be a passe a day for the lad someday,but still it will echoe breaking silence in deep thought of ours..As i see now ,this very moment is filled with some dischord,that little tinkle just above the that tiny mole in his white clear eye with a plasm of moist around trying to tell me million expressions of joy,the admiration and the joy he feels for me.I see the dimple and the eye synced in a duet of harmless warmth tune topped with a curve at the edge of the lip.Oh this little one is intense ,it was a crackling chemistry between him and me.The febble shaky voice of his and so many bottled up words with a confusion.. should i say or shouldnt I.Should i do or shouldnt I always keeping a tollgate to his deeds and words.I see him as a birdie which has to go miles away for high destinies one day ,,but the birdie just got stuck in mud for a while.It liked the smell of the mud ,yearns to be in here .But it knows it cant ,its destination is not here,The mud is alien and will not be its forte.It cant survive this summer.It has to move on and it knows but still....Sweet and short but god you played it again ,,birdie adores the alien mud.The essence of it will be ever fresh in its veins.
Trembling slender fingers of his offered to listen a new tune.I see all the nights and the hours which he slogged on to the making of it.Oh i see midlight oil and the sweat dripping on his forehead .It started of like a breeze on the beach slow and slow as the coming wave,hit me harder as it went ..I was in to the wave at the end of it.The wave conquered me i say.Tune deepened as it progressed ,my chirpy uncool unemotive haul had a pause ,i closed my eyes tryin to figure out a shadow.There it goes dressed in white ,she is dancing around the fields under the sun,happy carefree with a childly happiness around.she looks mad crazy trying to tell me she is free ,independent.Her moves were swift ,depth in her eyes wanting for love ,,love is in her she is romantic ,yeah she was said the sexaphone.Love moved in anger,,oh what the dramatic twist as the love in her created the storm ,,wondering is the storm is within her.She is angry furious with everythng,no she is angry with herself.She needs to be put in sleep ,,calm down dame the beats were pleading her,the notes were pumping life in the shadow .Beat of stirngs,beat of drums ,high and low ,levels all conglomorated to sketch the girl out of the parady.It went on till i opened my eyes.I had no complaints it was beautifully made ,,heart touching peice of chord ,,i see the effort ,i feel the warmth ,i feel that sweet nothing you have for me,,am blessed and shall miss more of such tunes ahead dedicated only for me,,but as the climax knocked , i was hit and worried as it sulked in pain,,,why my angel in the shadow was left in weeps..tragic end disturbed me wondering me many uncertainties within ,,boomeranging my stirngs again and again.
I concluded the experience with an eternal feel of wanting more analysing and painting more colors to the girl in my shadow each time when i hear.I see him daily and daily made us thick friends on a common seat ,,with an angle to the neck ,loud are conversations,,short but sweet ,,no this is aint love this is just sweet nothing,he is like a teddy in my closet which I dont wanna play with ,i dont wanna hurt ,neither i wanna leave,nor i can forget ..neither i wanna dump it.It reminds me of my innocence,the purity in me.He makes me feel good,yes he is the paper boat in rain of my life.He will be shortlived sitting beside me in my seat but he is blissful and safegaurded in mind.,,i donno am not in love but yes am the mud which was waiting for that birdie to dwell out the innocence,the loud,the chirpy,the kid ,the mischeif,the scoop of soft outta hard outer me.He is not my childhood buddy but i wish he would have,.Am happy i met him .He is my alter ego and he will be a friend always in this journey of mine,,may be far in miles but near in my memory lanes.
Saturday, February 06, 2010
Dance of Danger
Very late indeed! It took me offlate too much time to put this out.Ill get you straight about it now without much dancing around.
Good week has started,pretty much hush-a hush was goin around as sis and broinlaw were back in india to our place.This day usually started off early with my sis pitching on top vocals on to me, to get up to unending episodes of talk talk and yes to talk.Mom got onto single,double god knows how many times shifts overworking ,all time record standing in kitchen and turning out savouries to please my sis taste buds and obviously broinlaws. I bet i would have wished god atleast once ,to make me one myself to just receive the bestobest treament when i would visit my in laws if i was a guy. Indian homes definitely treat and get million times consious when the son in law is in.He is treated as a king ,,silly why should it be that way comon.
Its just obnoxious and i hate the very practice of it ,,but cant help it ,so shut up and continue. Damn i always find myself at the other side.Some times acting as a waiter, as an assistant chef, as a cleaner.. on the whole a sick time as a maid serving the great guests at home, bad time but yes its the way it is..Anyways these experiences would help me becoming a decent homemaker..Be optimistist the way to be. I was kinda happy that moma dearest was out of her cocoon ,she got her toungues twisting with making faces nd her endless stories complaining about me to her elder one. My sis kinda get charged up listenin bad about me , as if she is the professor who all the way has come to set me right with yardsticks of the wise knowledge to behave.I hate this part of being the younger.Anyways i would never absorb a single bit of it and manage to be pretty good actor not to piss any one off as they say '' we say things for your good only ".Does that sound so familiar to you too?
I know the coming days i had to set things right and ooze out lot of liquid outta gym.My pants were already kinda hugging me tighter with love more than ever just in the second week.All cos of momas savouries endlessly feasting us, there was the kitchen which is in no mood to shut.Shop was in full form . The meals were in full bloom with atleast 3 stages of the course ending with deserts ..yum cravin one for now :(.
I wonder always the best part of her talent comes out when anybody visits us.Else the daily box of mine is pretty lika for a famished farmer.. dry with no oil 3 mixed barn rotis (dono wat all she puts in) nd the curry like for a high bp patient with justa pinch of salt..these nature care diet programs on tv got into her head a lot,if i could i would have point blanked that xyzzzz guru on that idiot box spoilin the mummies and yes the YUM food NO NO slogans.Dared to puke this out as anyhow moms not gotta peep out here.See food is the first thing i cant just go on, so here i diet this up.
People in US are more upto date than us.The stupid news channels which give the repeatitive shit is more watched in there in what not youtube,cable.nets and dumb sites promising sec by sec coverage.My sis was worried that the city is in news ,popular with breaking news not for some glory and discovery of fortune or something but as we are so now USED to all for wrong silly shitty reason ,the ** movement which we all watched last month.I dont want to be next victim like poor SRK.Our local sena would not burn effigies of mine.But i knw,that no heck would any Tv channel would bother if no one like me is targetted.So let me not dare to get in to naming the thing.You guys are sucha geek and smart outta there you know if ever in recent times your vehicle has been renamed or your friends number plate got sacked to rename or if not you neighbours or if not comon dont be the 4 idiot now trying to play the dumb a**.You are not hearing it from me got it.You got ! what i am talking about .So now my sis was worried cos her trip bak home is so badly timed that she didnt worry for her safety ,nor city nor any ours.All hue and cry was that she cant spill her dollars in the new malls which has come up here.No shopping she was like wat a pity mummy!!
These desi people under videsi abodes kinda change ,i dont say they just act to forget the born with slang or the lanes or addresses.But ya they do start hating the place calling it dirty,shity ,noisy,sicko traffic and just this place shucks.Now i just exaggerated,my di was just an year old away ,so she just saved my fists by just complainin that she is feeling it being dusty and polluted.Past 4 days she was back on the old ground.No complains no demands ! Mission shopping,packing things ,,,,etc etc back in to her luggage bags.
Succesfully the two parties my "mom" the highness and sis the genius signed the treaty.
Began,wondering what? Moms kitchen is taken by sis and mom's back her onto designing nd dress making for my sis unending shopping.It worried me about mom's labour and poor knees ,,but it surprised me with horror that she is performin to high delivering 2 deliverables in one day.Uhh teri , i lament and cry for months together begging mom to get me one dress done,,and she bestows a single peice in no less than 1 month.Heights of Injustice..i just felt an african labour digging diamonds thinking they are scrap.Silly comparison,,i donno if that made any sense.
Oh damn! i took again a zigsaw lane, lost in some lame details..Not important then ignore ignore ..God why don u just help me practising shooting the points in simple and straight atleast sometimes.
The other day we had to visit my sis place and here is the twist there home is beside the infamous OU campus.O yeah! the slight talk abt it made u remember the Tv,lights ,action ,camera,breaking scrolls!They have started in their car which was under the caretaker ME. My jiju freshly happend to struggle with the "No power steering old lady'' , i should say the sick alto it gave me nightmares to drive..god when would i drive mine . Hope he is not listening,men cant bare any bad single word ,complain about their cars.I understood why its their first love 90% are damn possesive about cars,bikes than females at home....Do Remember this ....Gosh he gave me a simple lengthy peice of gyaan how i should have actuaaly cleaned and parked it!! My mad i was chanting inside within ,,I KNOW IT ! but swallowed it with a simple nod and difficult smile.My sis mind works sometimes ,,oops o yeah she is my sister after all. She suggested get in the car ,you accompanying us.If jiju gets stuck with the struggle of driving here, you could take over the driving.In clean words a Second Driver for US walas ,,temperory ofcourse,,,i was like swaths u got a good job to show off how you can create magic on roads,i was like yuppie why not.I just got into the car ,,silly me in my tracks .I didnt even ask them time to change and come ,the desperato! It just happend so fast ,as road getting squeezed i was cursing myself how could you go in stupid night pyjamas to your sis in laws house ,damn girly dumbbesttt(Suffix suits me well ,,ofcourse me the champ.praise self and be happy)
This is it.The first look of the drama unlimited has begun.The road was mysteriously carpeted with the khakis.Some guys were camping with hard to resist sleepy eyes.Poor men atleast now they were on duty..sorry for shameless comment but yes i pity the extra incomfort sir for all of you guys...I even saw couple of men takin a nap on the footpaths with the old antique rifles cornered carelessly.we now know and yeah it is universal fact now ,,that even god gives power and come what may these rifles wouldnt work for dead sure .The checking, the blockades and heights of the dead traffic jam as we got close to the ''D'' campus .Usually from childhood it gave me scary glimpse as no mans land ,,jungle amidst the town. Had to take diversion towards the other lane sideways to OU entrace which taged no entry.The just 1km away destination for us just in no time became the journey from one state to other.Nightmare for my jiju , who just wondering ,nervously strugling with the old lady after an age of driving in these lanes.He poor got used to sexy long automatic bitches in US.O please i was talking about sedan cars!Additionally the worst apun ka hyd ka traffic .It was all in all the worst night on roads,it took us 1 hour to clear the 2km round about road to reach their place.Things sorted out ,greetings exchanged,allz well the mission of their home work was completed.
Now starts the climax , nerving, longing, with the X factor.The old lady with my jiju nd sis wondering that what scenes the idiot websites flashed they have been watching in the foreign land were in real action.My di was so curiously watching as if she never saw 10 policemen together, jaw dropping almost awestruck like a halfticket kid who would watch a plane flying above the ground..arehhhhhhhhhhh too much na swaths...O baby this is regular cinema for us these days i was like...
Dishum ,ding ...dishum the sound just dazzled all of us.We just got haywire what was happeing in the middle of road, a 2km stretch of jam with no single cm of movement .Felt like city got stuck , all shut ..people were wondering when the road will be squeezed to zero.All of a sudden 4 young boys running with nerves out pelted stones on the bus standing in front of 2 cars before our old lady.It was it ,,I was actually watching the
Real Action!! O my god ,,we were scarred,,simple outrageously afraid.yes no one could keep composure.We girls in car shouted as if we saw a tiger in front of us.Ya we dont scream for cockroaches like all others.My jiju maintained with stunning expression thinking how to take a u turn .where is the way out.Wondering ,praying they would leave this petite alto old damn car atleast.Now started the chase ,the havoc people running around ,bikers starred jumping skipping curves,,shouting go off,go offf ,take the right turn near the st Anns school at tarnaka.Go in to the colony it would take to nacharam ,go from there .Some bikers cautioning do not go forward people have already became MENTALLY ILL.All the buses have gone in to rubbles,the whole stretch was smelling glass peices,petrol.No fire thank god.It was just breakin beating shouting screaming ,saala with JAI *****slogans.I saw the fear in peoples eyes for the first time.A small girl was crying with her vocal chords to splash out.The young boy who was in the fateful bus with blood around his scratched chin running with a hanky around.Old man trying hard to lift his cycle on his shoulder to run.There i see a poor hawker saving his pennies and goods and covering underneath.
Wherz my land .my peaceful home.Where is the hope to survive another day carelessly amidst of being secure.Where is the rain of happiness and smiles,where are the uncles and aunts who care without race.Where is the teacher who teaches without knowing your caste.Where is the doctor who touches you without seeing your complexion.Where are my brothers and sisters across the globe.Who are you to tell me this is not mine and is yours.
If land is yours and mine ,,also divide the air and water with origin filters of race ,caste and complexion.You drink the white , give black water for others.Alas but god has created just one water for all humans wihtout a color.Who are you, just the poison with in the land.
Few lines of prose was running in my mind.We could get along in some unknown lanes to escape the wrath.Silence engrossed the car.We were already numb trying to assimilate the things happend in few minutes around the eyes.I was blank ,numb .I was wondering how humans live in places where they have to live with this every other day.I kinda felt horribly a part of this land ,this time.Yes we are spectators cant turn around a social creature who can change the world.But yes i can express,i can condemn,,i can disagree which is what i say it here.Love peace ,hate voilence ma friends .An action movie is just good to watch on celluloid not in real.
After 2 hours of dark lane riding behind to get into known roads .We kinda confused to get to some light.I saw 4 guys standing in the corner.Obvious scared thinking they are part of mob.But not all jerks fulled up this land.It was a moment of truimph ,young guys were volunteering to guide people to get to the right direction.They said take right will get you nacharam.Go fast go fast.I feel so proud when i see some responsible blood.I don shy away in saluting for small things which we ought to do in times.
I dedicate this blog to those 4 young boys in those dark lanes guiding feared strangers estranged in fateful times.
We got home it took 4 hours to cover 10km.Dead tired for the roller coaster chase.Sobbed ,worried and wondered what happend for this all and yes that was the day of the govt anti statement annoucement day.It was Jan 9.
Next day was again same,,got in to tinny minny of life.But the dark night was an experience undesired and Unintended.I wish you never should have one experience.it may inspire u to write this stuff but every one cant be lucky.
It was a Date with Violence,,, God please give all such idiots some brain to stop this DANCE OF DANGER!We want to live with humans not with beasts.
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They come ,they shout, they pelt ,they go..
We live,we cry, we feel the pain and some of we die ,,,
Who in the world could be spared to live with the division ,when a man has become an eater of the other !
By Swaths
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Good week has started,pretty much hush-a hush was goin around as sis and broinlaw were back in india to our place.This day usually started off early with my sis pitching on top vocals on to me, to get up to unending episodes of talk talk and yes to talk.Mom got onto single,double god knows how many times shifts overworking ,all time record standing in kitchen and turning out savouries to please my sis taste buds and obviously broinlaws. I bet i would have wished god atleast once ,to make me one myself to just receive the bestobest treament when i would visit my in laws if i was a guy. Indian homes definitely treat and get million times consious when the son in law is in.He is treated as a king ,,silly why should it be that way comon.
Its just obnoxious and i hate the very practice of it ,,but cant help it ,so shut up and continue. Damn i always find myself at the other side.Some times acting as a waiter, as an assistant chef, as a cleaner.. on the whole a sick time as a maid serving the great guests at home, bad time but yes its the way it is..Anyways these experiences would help me becoming a decent homemaker..Be optimistist the way to be. I was kinda happy that moma dearest was out of her cocoon ,she got her toungues twisting with making faces nd her endless stories complaining about me to her elder one. My sis kinda get charged up listenin bad about me , as if she is the professor who all the way has come to set me right with yardsticks of the wise knowledge to behave.I hate this part of being the younger.Anyways i would never absorb a single bit of it and manage to be pretty good actor not to piss any one off as they say '' we say things for your good only ".Does that sound so familiar to you too?
I know the coming days i had to set things right and ooze out lot of liquid outta gym.My pants were already kinda hugging me tighter with love more than ever just in the second week.All cos of momas savouries endlessly feasting us, there was the kitchen which is in no mood to shut.Shop was in full form . The meals were in full bloom with atleast 3 stages of the course ending with deserts ..yum cravin one for now :(.
I wonder always the best part of her talent comes out when anybody visits us.Else the daily box of mine is pretty lika for a famished farmer.. dry with no oil 3 mixed barn rotis (dono wat all she puts in) nd the curry like for a high bp patient with justa pinch of salt..these nature care diet programs on tv got into her head a lot,if i could i would have point blanked that xyzzzz guru on that idiot box spoilin the mummies and yes the YUM food NO NO slogans.Dared to puke this out as anyhow moms not gotta peep out here.See food is the first thing i cant just go on, so here i diet this up.
People in US are more upto date than us.The stupid news channels which give the repeatitive shit is more watched in there in what not youtube,cable.nets and dumb sites promising sec by sec coverage.My sis was worried that the city is in news ,popular with breaking news not for some glory and discovery of fortune or something but as we are so now USED to all for wrong silly shitty reason ,the ** movement which we all watched last month.I dont want to be next victim like poor SRK.Our local sena would not burn effigies of mine.But i knw,that no heck would any Tv channel would bother if no one like me is targetted.So let me not dare to get in to naming the thing.You guys are sucha geek and smart outta there you know if ever in recent times your vehicle has been renamed or your friends number plate got sacked to rename or if not you neighbours or if not comon dont be the 4 idiot now trying to play the dumb a**.You are not hearing it from me got it.You got ! what i am talking about .So now my sis was worried cos her trip bak home is so badly timed that she didnt worry for her safety ,nor city nor any ours.All hue and cry was that she cant spill her dollars in the new malls which has come up here.No shopping she was like wat a pity mummy!!
These desi people under videsi abodes kinda change ,i dont say they just act to forget the born with slang or the lanes or addresses.But ya they do start hating the place calling it dirty,shity ,noisy,sicko traffic and just this place shucks.Now i just exaggerated,my di was just an year old away ,so she just saved my fists by just complainin that she is feeling it being dusty and polluted.Past 4 days she was back on the old ground.No complains no demands ! Mission shopping,packing things ,,,,etc etc back in to her luggage bags.
Succesfully the two parties my "mom" the highness and sis the genius signed the treaty.
Began,wondering what? Moms kitchen is taken by sis and mom's back her onto designing nd dress making for my sis unending shopping.It worried me about mom's labour and poor knees ,,but it surprised me with horror that she is performin to high delivering 2 deliverables in one day.Uhh teri , i lament and cry for months together begging mom to get me one dress done,,and she bestows a single peice in no less than 1 month.Heights of Injustice..i just felt an african labour digging diamonds thinking they are scrap.Silly comparison,,i donno if that made any sense.
Oh damn! i took again a zigsaw lane, lost in some lame details..Not important then ignore ignore ..God why don u just help me practising shooting the points in simple and straight atleast sometimes.
The other day we had to visit my sis place and here is the twist there home is beside the infamous OU campus.O yeah! the slight talk abt it made u remember the Tv,lights ,action ,camera,breaking scrolls!They have started in their car which was under the caretaker ME. My jiju freshly happend to struggle with the "No power steering old lady'' , i should say the sick alto it gave me nightmares to drive..god when would i drive mine . Hope he is not listening,men cant bare any bad single word ,complain about their cars.I understood why its their first love 90% are damn possesive about cars,bikes than females at home....Do Remember this ....Gosh he gave me a simple lengthy peice of gyaan how i should have actuaaly cleaned and parked it!! My mad i was chanting inside within ,,I KNOW IT ! but swallowed it with a simple nod and difficult smile.My sis mind works sometimes ,,oops o yeah she is my sister after all. She suggested get in the car ,you accompanying us.If jiju gets stuck with the struggle of driving here, you could take over the driving.In clean words a Second Driver for US walas ,,temperory ofcourse,,,i was like swaths u got a good job to show off how you can create magic on roads,i was like yuppie why not.I just got into the car ,,silly me in my tracks .I didnt even ask them time to change and come ,the desperato! It just happend so fast ,as road getting squeezed i was cursing myself how could you go in stupid night pyjamas to your sis in laws house ,damn girly dumbbesttt(Suffix suits me well ,,ofcourse me the champ.praise self and be happy)
This is it.The first look of the drama unlimited has begun.The road was mysteriously carpeted with the khakis.Some guys were camping with hard to resist sleepy eyes.Poor men atleast now they were on duty..sorry for shameless comment but yes i pity the extra incomfort sir for all of you guys...I even saw couple of men takin a nap on the footpaths with the old antique rifles cornered carelessly.we now know and yeah it is universal fact now ,,that even god gives power and come what may these rifles wouldnt work for dead sure .The checking, the blockades and heights of the dead traffic jam as we got close to the ''D'' campus .Usually from childhood it gave me scary glimpse as no mans land ,,jungle amidst the town. Had to take diversion towards the other lane sideways to OU entrace which taged no entry.The just 1km away destination for us just in no time became the journey from one state to other.Nightmare for my jiju , who just wondering ,nervously strugling with the old lady after an age of driving in these lanes.He poor got used to sexy long automatic bitches in US.O please i was talking about sedan cars!Additionally the worst apun ka hyd ka traffic .It was all in all the worst night on roads,it took us 1 hour to clear the 2km round about road to reach their place.Things sorted out ,greetings exchanged,allz well the mission of their home work was completed.
Now starts the climax , nerving, longing, with the X factor.The old lady with my jiju nd sis wondering that what scenes the idiot websites flashed they have been watching in the foreign land were in real action.My di was so curiously watching as if she never saw 10 policemen together, jaw dropping almost awestruck like a halfticket kid who would watch a plane flying above the ground..arehhhhhhhhhhh too much na swaths...O baby this is regular cinema for us these days i was like...
Dishum ,ding ...dishum the sound just dazzled all of us.We just got haywire what was happeing in the middle of road, a 2km stretch of jam with no single cm of movement .Felt like city got stuck , all shut ..people were wondering when the road will be squeezed to zero.All of a sudden 4 young boys running with nerves out pelted stones on the bus standing in front of 2 cars before our old lady.It was it ,,I was actually watching the
Real Action!! O my god ,,we were scarred,,simple outrageously afraid.yes no one could keep composure.We girls in car shouted as if we saw a tiger in front of us.Ya we dont scream for cockroaches like all others.My jiju maintained with stunning expression thinking how to take a u turn .where is the way out.Wondering ,praying they would leave this petite alto old damn car atleast.Now started the chase ,the havoc people running around ,bikers starred jumping skipping curves,,shouting go off,go offf ,take the right turn near the st Anns school at tarnaka.Go in to the colony it would take to nacharam ,go from there .Some bikers cautioning do not go forward people have already became MENTALLY ILL.All the buses have gone in to rubbles,the whole stretch was smelling glass peices,petrol.No fire thank god.It was just breakin beating shouting screaming ,saala with JAI *****slogans.I saw the fear in peoples eyes for the first time.A small girl was crying with her vocal chords to splash out.The young boy who was in the fateful bus with blood around his scratched chin running with a hanky around.Old man trying hard to lift his cycle on his shoulder to run.There i see a poor hawker saving his pennies and goods and covering underneath.
Wherz my land .my peaceful home.Where is the hope to survive another day carelessly amidst of being secure.Where is the rain of happiness and smiles,where are the uncles and aunts who care without race.Where is the teacher who teaches without knowing your caste.Where is the doctor who touches you without seeing your complexion.Where are my brothers and sisters across the globe.Who are you to tell me this is not mine and is yours.
If land is yours and mine ,,also divide the air and water with origin filters of race ,caste and complexion.You drink the white , give black water for others.Alas but god has created just one water for all humans wihtout a color.Who are you, just the poison with in the land.
Few lines of prose was running in my mind.We could get along in some unknown lanes to escape the wrath.Silence engrossed the car.We were already numb trying to assimilate the things happend in few minutes around the eyes.I was blank ,numb .I was wondering how humans live in places where they have to live with this every other day.I kinda felt horribly a part of this land ,this time.Yes we are spectators cant turn around a social creature who can change the world.But yes i can express,i can condemn,,i can disagree which is what i say it here.Love peace ,hate voilence ma friends .An action movie is just good to watch on celluloid not in real.
After 2 hours of dark lane riding behind to get into known roads .We kinda confused to get to some light.I saw 4 guys standing in the corner.Obvious scared thinking they are part of mob.But not all jerks fulled up this land.It was a moment of truimph ,young guys were volunteering to guide people to get to the right direction.They said take right will get you nacharam.Go fast go fast.I feel so proud when i see some responsible blood.I don shy away in saluting for small things which we ought to do in times.
I dedicate this blog to those 4 young boys in those dark lanes guiding feared strangers estranged in fateful times.
We got home it took 4 hours to cover 10km.Dead tired for the roller coaster chase.Sobbed ,worried and wondered what happend for this all and yes that was the day of the govt anti statement annoucement day.It was Jan 9.
Next day was again same,,got in to tinny minny of life.But the dark night was an experience undesired and Unintended.I wish you never should have one experience.it may inspire u to write this stuff but every one cant be lucky.
It was a Date with Violence,,, God please give all such idiots some brain to stop this DANCE OF DANGER!We want to live with humans not with beasts.
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They come ,they shout, they pelt ,they go..
We live,we cry, we feel the pain and some of we die ,,,
Who in the world could be spared to live with the division ,when a man has become an eater of the other !
By Swaths
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Saturday, November 07, 2009
Should i title this ?
Time 12.57pm
Date : Nov 5,09
Location : Office ,,name confidential in public dashboards
Activity : Idlilism currently
Interests: Non philanthropist
Have you heard of the famous quote "When you feel you dont have anything to do, its just that you have lots of invisible inventable things to do ".You might have not, cos i have quoted it just right away...hehe master bounce!
Now common ,am not in a mood of preaching wisdom nor i got nuts, hmm may be I ? My state is normal with perfect temparature,wits under control,brain cells greying in perfect preposition, skin glowing with my daily discoveries, heart is full with confusing thoughts, conscience doing whatever it wants to do without any notification to mind.Sounds normal!
I have discovered my vocal chords are ringing more than normal these days.I used to feel young anyday but these days its been like 4 to 5 years younger.No i havent discovered anti-ageing formula to snatch and run for a nobel.Its just am getting extensively extrovert with my humour lights on.Yes, the past month i have blabbering, mushing in digging my school,childhood, college funtimes ,stupid times, things not well proud off to a new friend.I discovered i was'nt bad at all in striking a good conversation.Welcome to my new conversationalist partner ,,i hope this would surprise you ,but i keep my promise of blogging dedication ,,Chamka ?
Days are passing fast boring monotonous comment from me suppose and hey i gonna get older again..never mind child I have my set of hair colors and natural coloring fundas.Did i get to the destination of sacrificing my spinsterhood,is it all over.Oh god ! why is the whole world more interested in me getting hooked ,than my moma who is kinda chilled out having goodtime with her companion at home.We girls are making it big teasing ,fighting ,cooking and discussing about big boss and perfect bride of small screen.I think here we people have uncurable physicological disorder which is to think whats happening in others courtyard,look we are inborn scoop journos.No wonder we have news channel with more than half the time picking on silly lives of others or raising eyebrows on mundane ,keeping the national topic at the bay. The other day mr.buddakusat ,my neighbour was wondering when will i get married, no wonder we never miss to discuss the new rose flower or the dozens of coconuts grown in my garden, he is concerned to update his obnoxiously silly mind with curious happenings at my place.Haa people shouldnt be idle after retirement ,they get mad for every other sound in the neighbourhood.He called my mom for daily snap shot of who came in the car.Whats your plans india ki US.Give me a break mr grey hair.
So thoughts ,thoughts so many thoughts.It never had been easy to make a decision for me.Is it black or red ,chilly chicken or prawns fry, indian or western , diet or treadmill.I take peace in blaming it on my sunsign ,recently read in some unscrupulous astroprediction webpage ,which is kinda common with me that aquarians due to the curse of the planet Uranus, the ruler are indecisive, confused species.Now, where should i complain about planet Uranus spunky acts and god knows what wackiest thing it might have done to get the curse for billion poor souls like me , this is reference to impersonation of the planets to indian gods in the so called heaven, devthas and apsaras in colletion with gods and devils ,,giving us numerous stories.Its believed every planet god has got curse or divinity depending on there deed ,now this is oceanic saga which you can never get through it ..Anyways,as i love peace i would not be in his bad books(well i already picked on him enough) for him to show his powers on me,sorry take light Uranus lets be good pals till you piss me again.
Hey missed on one stance, Eddy pinged me from Germany.Nice to talk to him after 2 long years.Wondering who could be this.No he is not an add on my options or my self created obnoxious list.He was my onshore counter part back in Zurich.Killer looks with blue eyes ,spiked hair cool chap.I stepped that day, bogged with umpteen thoughts,fear pumping my heart.New place,first time abroad and the immensely hipped image of the clients about there coldness and particularity back home which is baseless.I felt tiny around those blocks of knowledge.There comes Ms.Connie ,honey dripped hello it was, warm welcome and sweet talks .She was a lady of matter.Cute,neatly dressed in her creamy skirts and stockings introduced me to this hunk.Edgar schwarzar ,never managed to get that right.So did he.I was SWAHHTIEH for them.No, i didnt fall for this white skinned ,neither i got swept for a moment.Thing was ,the charm of those people shown towards me ,the friendliness kept them in a corner of my mind always.Edgar was supposed to give me knowledge transition which was the reason of tension for me, i felt i should hit the web every night to brush the new skills not to look stupid ,pretending that infact am an expertise who was all the way sponsored to get in there realm .I gotta take the baby project harness it ,squeeze it ,swallow the defects and motherly caress it back to india .Do i sound an emotional techie who is taking too much on the project support as a baby.Sometimes i overdo i know ! Luckily he was so cool and the transition sessions were namesake.He was clever cat, just got it right that i was intelligent enough to manage to learn the system myself.Transitions turned to coffe chats ,how cool can it get say dudes.Relieved me! So for the records the transitions happened but locations switched mostly to cafeteria ,talking about the cultures,the lands ,the cuisines,the relations,the clothes and my self prepared lunch .He liked the aloo parata and freaked out at the hotness of the tomato curry . Eddy once got astonished that arrange marriages happen in India with his blue eyes popping and eyebrows toasting up ,poor chap would have fainted if i would have told that in some places bride is shown after marriage. you don believe too.Comon yes it happened guys and that too to my collegue from US office who was the onsite manager in my other project at pune.He was settled in US and was rushed in disguise to see his home town.He found himself eeky when he gotta discover that the next day is his wedding.Unquestionably it went on as planned as it usually happen in the other faith,got it !Huh, the conversation specialist that i pose i am,I know am infectious that way or can bore guys to death.People tend to open up with there lives.Eddy just shown his tinytot pick ,his 3yr old kid.Cute,father son duo skeying in alps.The kid was like red tomato.He said he is the one from his ex girlfriend ,was excited about the weekend.This weekedn its father kid reunion and outing is planned with surprise for the kiddo planned.I felt kids are so distributed between seperated couples.I atonce felt the comon syndrome of west is not so common in our so called ageold land.Better its still developing and let it be developing nation only for some substantial rules which we have for good.
Oh ya again flashback is pouring in and that too i digged in so much.Now the actual thing was ,he pinged me the other day.Felt so nice talk to Eddy.He said Alex grown into big boy ,started goin to school and yet again he got seperated with his 3rd girlfriend.Huh it just reminded me his words where he said ,I would never marry as Marriage is expensive affair in Germany.I would not loose thousands on euros on it ,whats the need of getting married.Ya right you need'nt he is happily crossed three bridges and one egg hatched already out to school.So Edgar turned the bottle towards me , was asking about my status which made me hit my mind hard.I said am not yet married.He reiterated that its good you are single and happy lady as a free birdie. Chat ended with a invition to me back to Germany someday.Is god listening to his prayers ,,oops wishes:-p
Lifes passing in its pace,no new startling experiences to animate my wists out.I am idle and getting payed .So tried to plan some exercises of body and mind.Mind thing was succesful and body plan flunked with no oddle of sweat this week, lazy bug turned to lazy pig.The body engagement with such a solid plan of good activities got on rocks.So the evil creeped in and soon i glued to a new fiction book to please my mind.In all this i was'nt bothered to get caught live in office swimming in the fiction more than 60% of my time ,rest am hadly on my desk...ergonomics to be followed ,take breaks be healthy ,am firm believer of such good things you see.So shamelessly, i feel myself flaunting it on my soft lap under the desk.Its the book blessed my me ,haha.I could think of writing a review of it but wait let me allow it to sink in and afloat the end vistoriously.Folks around wondering am i geek preparing for some serious exams reading my comprehensions.Well not bad to fool them around right.So ya evil is ats best yes i said.Great am at good pace,i see myself locking it up very soon in the cupboard never to be opened again.Its lucky kid,getting my attention this time,every damn best seller never worked with me ,got dumped by me halfway.So i never dare to tell reading is my hobby ever and never.Else books would sue me for sure :)
Ya thats it ,these are bits of not so happening stories for the week.Wondering ,why do i attempt to write blog when i know i cant hit on a intellectual topic.This sounds me like a personal dairy published intentionally.Well, its ok as i know very few would be hitting on my colorful dark page.I had to write ,felt this is nice thing to get engaged.Do I sound hopelessely jobless ! Continuing the titbits, this week i bitched about my idiotic TL to my team mates ,invented with a nice name TALIBAN to him,so apt i say .He would have made it in the first ranker among them.Never ever mess ,he is sickly unhygenic pig ,loiterring like a mad stern goose ,staring at your every move blankly ,riding a honda city argues modestly that he is pauper. People get sick when other think they are happy and well off,they come out with funny dialogues to hide themselves with peoples bad eye .My team counters if you say you are a begger , I pray god that every beggar should be like you ,slapstick it was mellowed the taliban zipping his dirty mouth .People like the name and spilled there smiles,good i could string upon peoples funny bones.God bless these creatures in this mad project where people are entrapped in self imposed never smile attitude.It never got so difficult for me to create a lighter backdrop ever before, this gang is madly sick, i need to get out of this ASAP.I wonder how can anybody live with determination of not smiling,stupids feel they would loose there deligent image of being superiors.At the otherend ,am so happily stupid to smile even some body pulls my leg ,calls me with not so happening names or everyother day picks on me.Quotes you laugh at your own PJs.Is somebody listening :) ?
AM i leaving you abruptly,but well its the closure of the week,weekend boomed in already.Shuttle time ticking on,closed all Instant message windows already.Great weekend greetings also exchanged.The blog sleeps here.Let it dream and sneak me into another day !
Time 6.28pm
Activity : Multi facet syndrome,,chatting n bloggin at the same time,chaio !
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Its not DONE !!
Not done,,not happening at all.
One more time ,life seem to test more than my principal .Comon why again.So much were the plans again to go.But yet again ruined.Suddenly the hopeo of planning stuff is just a waste..
So never plan ,,i will never dare to dream things outta propertion..
As obvious,,,,Excess Fat is CELLULITE !
One more time ,life seem to test more than my principal .Comon why again.So much were the plans again to go.But yet again ruined.Suddenly the hopeo of planning stuff is just a waste..
So never plan ,,i will never dare to dream things outta propertion..
As obvious,,,,Excess Fat is CELLULITE !
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Just like that
Decked up as usual ,had breakfast and was sweeping through the channels in TV till my cab honks to take me to office .And there goes he was already there .Just the last day hand a heavy handover in completing an adhoc request and ruined my previous night sleep .And yet another day marathon was set to start, but deep down am angry to shoot out the idiots and the brainless creatures.I fear after i become manager i shoudnt become brainless,hope my cells wont get evaporated.
But am ready for anythng today come what may not to extend it so much ,no compromise boss .So just while passing central , just had a glance at the shows at PVR .Oh my god it was so tempting.I just got down ,said bhaiyya u carry on the other pick is ahead .He was biting his lips and the way he looked ,kya yeh ladki pagal hai kya .I knw ,I knw i cold feel the hot words which poor thing controlled not to utter on me( if u doesnt want to go why did you call me at work so soon all the way to the outskirt you stay).Hhahhah looking at him i could hear his antharathma ...lolz.
Am like this just went to the counter took four tickets of JAB we MET ..lovely isnt it .Called up apun ka gang ..Hey guys its movie time .
On the whole a lovely flick ,i enjoyed it .Kareena looks fresh and surprisingly i liked her .
Now again am getting drooled for another flick .Am again hitting the newspaper .
This is absolute insatiable ................adios ..
Have fun each moment ,dont plan coz plans never work for me ...