angels and demons

i wonder why i should make my lines rhyme

when everything happens without rhyme or reason..

i look back in wonder at the years and times

the fulfilled dreams, the treasured seasons...

those unfulfilled.. i think less about

the past wounds, some dried scars, some still lesions -

somehow matter no more, may gnaw at me, no doubt

but i've learnt to treasure the angels and ignore the demons

100th post

in my hundredth post
i talk not of what i like the most
i shall not rant or rave or boast
nor will it be like a toast

in my hundredth post
i talk not of spirits or witches or ghosts
or mountain scapes or sandy coasts
or treacherous guests or lecherous hosts

on the phone

The 'Flying Dutchman' was playing in the background as she mumbled into the phone .The conversation goes like this:
She: So.. had your dinner?
He: yaa. burrrp. gosh I'm so full
She: good
He: heyy whats that noise?
She: Music. Wagner
He:What??
She: nothing. aise hi
she mutes the sound
He: hmm.
Silence
She: Hey...
He: listen listen.. I'll call you back.. kya match hai..ooh WHAT a catch
click. whirrrrrrrrr

I wake up filled with guilt

And squirm and toss about under my quilt

old n mouldy

crumbly, infested with mould

is this story.. long untold

Udita tells me a story..

"If its doubtful, its dirty!"

Said his Mum, of his shirty

When he yelled to ask IF it was clean

She said "If you're not sure its washed or has not been

Its not clean, surely"

So this story makes you think clearly

That when in doubt

Rule it out

she is possessed

by the devil

she is obsessed

with things so trivial

she has transgressed

stepped into a terrain so evil

her life is messed

she lies, shrivelled

can't move

i feel caught in a dollop
of viscous, unmoving syrup

enchantment,

entanglement,

estrangement.

what a prollem

whats the prollem? oho... you got stuck up in the traffic? what to do na, its too too bad. this traffic prollem is not finishing only.

when the popcorn is too salty, and the hall is stuffy

when the fizzy drink is flat, and the actress's eyes are puffy

you know you're not enjoying the movie

the dark beckons, the unknown enchants

Id The Subber... Sdiff Sdiff

Height of irony... havig a cold in subber. (sdiff sdiff sdort... aaargh Ah-ah-Atishooooo)

I'm miserable. I'm just not able to DO anything. my throat aches,my head throbs and as for my nose... this nose is the root of all my sorrow. Its sheer size ensures unspeakble amounts of snot and phlegm in hideous colours and consistencies.

Grrrr...

Motley lot on bus nos. 721 or 853

A lady with a sack of chillies (yes, a SACK) - Pimply-faced pubescent lumpens - Aunty-jis with talcum powder, now a sweaty paste in the folds of their necks - Lecherous uncle-jis with offensive cologne - Grimy bus conductors who won't stop banging the bus frame/ slamming coins on the window panes - Giggly secretary types with earphones, gurgling and cooing to some idiot on the other end - a puny female counting the minutes left to reach D block

एक बेकार सा दोहा

छोटा हुआ तो क्या हुआ

जैसे बेल अंगूर

उसपे न बैठे चिड़िया

न बैठे लंगूर

Delhi

Well Delhi has to be it. The city that I'd call home. I was born here. Spent some of the most interesting years of my childhood here. Did most of my studies in places I never imagined I'd live (Gwalior, Ludhiana)... but am completing my studies in ... dear old Dilli.

Chandni puts the first few years so well. Reading her post brought back memories so vivid, that sitting right here in the children's room, (on the lower half of what was our bunk bed...) I can see a curly haired brat grinning mischievously and prancing about on the pouf (I ALWAYS thought it was poof), I can hear Amma calling out to us for our headbaths, and smell cloyingly sweet Lakme Satin Rinse shampoo (I loved the rounded cap of the shampoo bottle)... As these images and whiffs hit me, I remember more.... compasses and colour pencils, my jaundice days painted yellow, walks in Eucalyptus park, evening games in the compund with crazy kids , much awaited visits to CP.... (Nirula's), Golden Dragon....

Fast forward to the present. Three years at Pusa. The three years that taught me so much. The gigantic Arjan trees, my drab hostel... with a name I (for some odd reason )always hated to spell out in public - Mandakini and now rechristened a rather unimaginative Varsha..just to add to the kitty of seasons the boys' hostels are named after.. Hemant, Vasant, Shishir. NBPGR.. my days at Lab E 206 and the days at Lab E 202. I learnt, taught, laughed, and cried so much that looking back, I don't know which if them I did the most.

The current phase in my Delhi Diaries is pleasant. Fed up of my hostel life, the oily repetitive menu in the mess and general depression (which I'm sure would have acquired massive proportions, had I decided otherwise) drove me back home. So here I am, sitting on the lower half the bunk bed right where Chandni and I had this ridiculous discussion about how when I'd be 11 she'd be 7. (And how old she's be when I'd be 13. And how old I'd be when SHE'd be 13... ad infinitum).

Living with parents for the first time is a different experience after several years with grandparents, and nearly over a decade of hostel life. I'm sure they know me better now.

I love the metro, the fact that CNG has made such a difference to the air we breathe now. I love the malls, Dilli Haat, Connaught Place, District Centre and all the places we hang out. I love Inderpuri and Krishi Kunj.. Oh yes, I love Delhi.

PS
Delhi Daredevils lost. huh. What Daredevilry.

A.R.S.E.

This is NOT the humble aperture

That lies somewhere on your posterior

Its the Agriculture Research Service Examination

Taken by scores of agri post grads across the nation

Almost every year

And takers wait in fear

For the result, that comes out some time in October

Whatever that will be... atleast the worst is OVER

'twas a tryst

twixt silver and amethyst

More leaf samples have arrived

My time I need to divide

For one week, from the lab I must hide

yogi bear

wow... I managed to do Supta Vajrasana today. One month of feeling scared and awkward... it happened. I got the same feeling of elation I felt when I could do Chakrasana. yippeee

It is my earnest advice to the world to do yoga... it changed me for the better. People.. pick up your mats and join Yoga class. Today.