All in a day's work

The usual hustle-bustle consumes the office while I dedicatedly stare at the screen. The words will come. Only it seems a tad harder today. (And I claim to be a writer)

Blossoming laughter hits my face, urging me to pluck my eyes off the screen. Must. Not. Get. Distracted.

Someone is trying to strum a tune. No, don't rape it please. It is one of my favorites, y'know.

The chatter reaches a crescendo. And then the girl dressed in formals barks a loud Shuush. What follows is a lull. And then a flood of hysterical laughter.

Yes. Advertising agencies are no less than mental asylums.

Humm

Beating drums,

Splashing water,

Fluid thats red.

Blank white paper,

Untuned guitar,

Purr of a cat,

Unsuspecting sigh,

Door slammed close 

Loud. Very loud.

Elevator

Dark night

Unconnected headphones

Closet locked

A stare, a start,

A falling teardrop

Silent. Very silent

Hurricane

Racing car

Trip down the memory lane

Voices

Voices of past

Voices unknown

"Don't waste your time on me

Your already the voice inside my head"

Instabilities and uncertainties

Living every day as a fruitless struggle is a sure shot formula to loose the minuscule sanity residing in one's top floor. Its tested. By me. (now you know, it truly is true)

'I don't remember where I heard this, but the line stuck to me - This too shall pass.' Rob at his best to lighten my mood. But well, my mood is a tough competition to the Mumbai monsoons.

The day I was packing my bags, bags full of dreams and ambitions, to leave the city a voice inside me said - this cant be it.

'Chubby, its not over till the fat lady sings. Trust me, something will turn up' said Sheen

And well, the bags were unpacked, smiles were blossomed, cheer was spread.

It, in the end, was worth it

:-)

A bit of me

There are pieces of me
Lying here and there
On the bed, under it,
Around the corner
On the cupboard.
There is a bit of me, everywhere
Waiting, waiting for me

A part of me for you my friend,
Here,
You take some too,
You get a bigger piece ( you know, I love you)
You get a chunk too

Bit by bit I give myself away
Affection, feelings, warmth, love,
A lil token, saying I adore you,
A lil bit of affection,
In pieces
I let myself live
In the live of those,
Loved by me.

These pieces then call out to me
Neglected in a corner they lay
A little shattered
A little heartbroken
A little mad at me
For letting them go

I will reach out to you,
My dear ones,
I will collect you soon
Soon when the love runs out
You shall return to me.

Cultivation of a bored mind

There is a voice somewhere in the background. It pleads for my attention. Not because it wants to be heard, but because it speaks of my own good.

It talks to a voice inside me. It says “you paid for this, the least you can do is gain something out of it”. The voice inside me doesn’t reply. It also had a straight face. Well, the voice is mine after all.

All this while, I stare at the professor in front of me. His smiling face struggled hard to keep the students from wondering off.

A scan around the class and you find some interesting happings. A love story blossoming at the corner back seats, a couple of stoned guys staring at nothingness, a poet weaving his imagination, a couple of girls discussing class gossip and a few like me, too bored to care.

Though, there were a couple of students, front row loyalists, who managed to catch every word that escaped the professor’s mouth. The professor knew they were his only hope.

The professor (who seemed like a nice man just that his voice bounced off my ears) smiled brightest whenever a question was raised. The students would do so, well, if announced a break.

Over coffee, tea and kurkure, one overhears some random amusing conversations. What all one does to keep oneself awake. Some others say this class is such a waste.

I wonder why some think that these classes are worth nothing. After all, what else class teaches you to daydream, fantasize and imitate?

Dear diary

Dear Diary!
I am soo sorry I didnt bring you along this trip back home! I miss you! very dear so! :( sad.

HAPPY NEW YEAR! :)

Well, you know how it went for me. Was quite good eh? Though I lost someone dear to me, they were great things that happened to me the past year. I love my friends, and yes I have finally come to terms with the fact that you can’t have everything you want, the way you want it :P ...quite late I know, but well "happy realization" (I love saying that btw)

Awesome memories in my head rite now! anu, shona di, ritu, lakshay, akhil...awesome people! Yes, no doubt they are TWISTED...But they sure are awesome! And then, my lou! Rob! I love you baby! :) You are just...ah! (ok, no subliminal thinking now!)

Shifting to Mumbai was something I always wanted...SOO BAD! And finlayy! voohoo! Couldn’t be happier! I love my life there. Yea its tough, but then this is what I always wanted, isnt it? Well, you got it! I fair out pretty well, according to my standards that it. I love every bit of it. Money crunch, vada pav, chai wala, jerry, underwear boys! (LOL!) some life! :D

Not to forget all the awesome people iv met! A bunch of 54 (now reduced to 52) talented and twisted people...and well a few more! :) Living in Mazda Mansion turned out to be blissful! I had no hope id find people as retarded as me, but alor! Mistaken mistaken! I am soooooo grateful I found people I get along with beautifully! AND people who like me despite of, oh well, my retard-ness! voohoo JACKPOT!

there are a few thing i really miss though,
-Family
-Anu and Shona di
-street food
-Delhi winters (that's all i can think of right now)

And well! My goofball is here too! M soo happy! :) i love how things are shaping up! 10 months, sounds pretty ok...but then, whoa! 10 months! And half of it was long distance! *pat on the back* I won’t start now about how awesome it has been... coz well...ITS JUST BEEN! (I really wish I could describe my expression, I guess I am not that skilled)

I soo wanted us to be together at 12 but then..I wanted to be home too.. :) love being at home! I don’t do anything! ANYTHING AT ALL!

AND! I’ve finally come to a conclusion that Delhi winters are NOT enjoyed the best snuggling under a heavy quilt BUT by stepping out and feeling the chill! We went out yesterday to shop and good god it was cold! The most amazing part was the street food! spicy chicken kebabs, pipping hot! Right off the street! Toss in a dark foggy sky and 8 degrees of temperature and you have a perfect Delhi winter evening! :D

Plus I had pizza today! What a way to welcome a new year! Family, pizza and mindless movie on TV! I say... Perfect!

P.S- I really miss my Delhi people when i'm in Mumbai! :(

P.S.S- I really miss my Mumbai people rite now!

Why?

I dont get it. Why the unrest? No, seriously why?

The Brain Crack Moment!

I had an awesome class today. I was glad to have met this genius of a guy named Anand Surapur. The entire class being totally awe stuck with is work asked him whats his inspiration and very casually he said there is no such thing as inspiration, its simple observation.

My brain crack moment! (self fabricated word) I always believed in inspiration, a spark to a chain of thought. But its true, isn't it? There is no such thing as inspiration, its just simple observation. Observation and Interpretation. Its YOUR views, Its what YOU think about it! Then why be humble n say "Inspiration drove me towards it!" Inspiration is after all what you made out of it! When you do the hard work, then why crown the glory to inspiration? why not credit it to you observation?

Think about it!

Possession...

pos•ses•sion (p…-zµsh“…n) n. Abbr. poss. 1.a. The act or fact of possessing. b. The state of being possessed. 2. Something owned or possessed. 3. possessions. Wealth or property. 4. Law. Actual holding or occupancy with or without rightful ownership. 5. A territory subject to foreign control. 6. Self-control. 7. The state of being dominated by or as if by evil spirits or by an obsession. 8. Sports. a. Physical control of the ball or puck by a player or team. b. The condition of being on offense: The home team was in possession during most of the fourth quarter. --pos•ses“sion•al adj.


Sometime possessions r so valuable, so treasured that no matter what you cannot give them up. No, m not talking about the expensive jewels, property or “wealth”…its got nothing to do with money n its value. A thing...no matter how small/old/meaningless/stupid/idiotic/foolish or worthless it is...a thing u cannot seem to give up…its like an addiction…u try...try hard to get over it...put it away…still its on ur mind…n then no one is keeping an eyes, u sneak back to it…feeling utterly delighted u swear that ull never part with it again..

…ever had those comfy pair of pajamas torn n old…with big holes…that everytime u wear them…feels like walking on clouds…

...that sexy pair of boots which make u feel like Zorro...n u imagine fighting the bad people n saving ur damsel in distress…

…that black shirt...that fits u in d right places…gives u the perfect figure that u’v always dreamt about..

…maybe that stinky yet ever so soft pillow that cradles or head n makes u go in d depths of peaceful sleep as soon as u close ur eyes…

…or some things…like my weirdo…he lives in my room…silently in one corner...his eyes on the door…waiting for me to come…stays with me no matter what…listens to everything I say…widout any interruption…i kno he understands me...he knows all my secrts…my deepest darkest thoughts…he even know about all my crushes!...sometimes v talk the whole day…n play silly games!...he keeps me company when I get lonesome…he bears my angry shouting…even slaps n punches…sometime I kick him out of my room...but he waits...he waits for me to come back…n when I realize what a terrible thing I’v done I go back to him a apologize...n as always he smiles a forgives me...n v become the bestest buddies....he is d first one to listen to my poems…i even wake him up in d middle of nights when something is bothering me…he...he is my weirdo..."MY" weirdo!


Whats ur possession?

(Dated : 7th Aug. 2007)

An entry in my diary of memories.

Entering the college gate, I looked at d time,” half an hour to go for class.” I headed directly to chaupal and found my favorite spot empty, smiling I sat down. I looked around and saw animated faces, chattering and smiling. “I’m gonna miss this place the most! God! Last year in college!” I mused. A single tear came to my eye. Embarrassed, I glanced around to check if anyone had noticed me but instead I was transported back in time, flashback as it is in the movies!


I saw my treasured possessions sitting at the same spot as always, lost in deep conversation about life, discussing philosophies and listing intently as we poured our thoughts out. With a blink of an eye, we were now running around, laughing out loud, mocking each other and making silly faces! Those memories of endless talks about life, love, future and friends came all rushing back. The times when we leaned on each other for support and strength, times when we talked through silence, times when we giggled at our silly mischief were all in front of my eyes…as if it all just happened yesterday!


I wiped the tears which were now flowing lucidly from my eyes. Sighing, I got up ”time for class”. Walking down the crowded corridor I was startled by a shrill voice “Sherry!” Startled, I looked around and saw Nudi, Shotgun and Dodo running towards me with armed wide open! I crushed then into a hug and growled “why didn’t you guys reply my message?” “No balance!” they said in union and we all busted out laughing! ”oh by the way” said Nudi, “Shona Di called, said she is missing us dearly...specially our heart-to-heart talks…” I smiled to myself...and so begun a new entry in my diary of memories.