Mighty Rain!!
Dear Rain,
When you rain like this you make me feel so poet like - a rare usage of the right frontal brain.I have just poured out hot coffee and writing this blog.You remind me of my first crush, my first foot mishap,my first job,my first yahoo chat (and last too), my first dance,my first mobile, my first postpaid sim and my birthdays.
As I watch you dance with the scent of your perfume I wonder what majestic charm the divine has created.Had plans to sort out my car at the garage but watching you play like this makes me charged to prepare hot bread toast and sizzling hot brownie.So while you contine to pour I treat myself with these and dont you dare stop pouring.
Love you rain.Keep raining but dont roar, give us our water but dont flood us and wash our dampened spirits but dont dishearten us.
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As I write on..
4 Dec at 1100 hrs..
Its been quite a while since Ive rexplored the world of writing which is something I dearly cherish.Besides outlining the focus of my thought process it helps me to get rid of the things that bother me.The earlier post which I wrote was about the 26/11 tragedy.Am still reeling in shock with what has happened to my city brothers and am worried about the consequences about the strained relationship between Indo Pak and mounting public hatred.Permit me to say even in these troubled times lets look up to our democracy and not go military.The uncivilised people require military.Lets show the world we can conquer terrorism inspite of being a democracy...
My Bombay
29 Nov 2008 at 2350 hours I watch in anguish as my heart bleeds.The Taj and the Oberoi cleaning operation,the carnage,the broken tinted glasses,the heritage,the royalty,premium,prestige,aura and monumental pride all replaced with a shame and deep grief.So much to be said.So much yet unsaid.What is to be said? A crippling numb feeling all over me.A city where I have been in my entire life and consider myself as a part of the cosmopolitan mindset among enligtened Mumbaikars.I am simply so ashamed now.Ashamed of a total intelligence failure by the babus,ashamed at their apathy,ashamed of yet another epoisode going down in history for which at the end of the day every interested section would be seeking an opportunity from this calamity.The politican using this episode as an excuse for vote bank,the bereaucrat balming the intelligence forces,the international community blaming the manner and handling of the episode,the businessman contemplating the loss,the common man looking for answers,the aggrieved common man playing salute to our martyrs and the indifferent politican man looking for some excuse to start trouble all over again through some form or another. As the saying goes "Threats are opportunities in disguise".I believe that when an episode like this happens with such a magnitude a feeling of unity and oneness steps in.Just some time back a section was against another section on the basis of first preferance over the soil.With this episode they have learnt their lesson.An Indian is an Indian be it North or South or East or West.The common man has realized that its useless to depend on the system for security and hence I foresee in the wake of recession and rise of terror a rise among aspiring youth to join the armed forces and IPS.Women will once again opt for noble professions of teaching and healthcare.NGO's will be springing in action with help from all sections of blood donations,help and support.A feeling of magnimous unity will come over us and for the first time our vote will be an enlightened one.Let me tell you that it wont be the last.To sum it all what I feel "Mr Terrorist I am alive what else can you do.Mr Politician I am alive,despite you"
Friendship!!
Sunday 20 Feb 2005,6 pm
My dearest pals decided to meet up..after a span of 8 months..After multiple calls we finally decide to meet.Four of us..known each other since the last 10 years..All 4 in different directions now..Imagine the scene of a banker,2 software professionals and a corporate insurace agent..The banker friend left her 4 month kid at home (poor hubby of hers..constantly changing nappies )to spend time in being just herself without any strings attached.There was so much to discuss,so much to talk.
We decided to go boating...told the ferry wala to arrange for a mid-sized rowing boat for an hour..the chill breeze..the beautiful sunset scene and the wonderful expressions of people in the water was so beautiful,no adjectives in the entire English dictum to express how I felt.We rowed and rowed and after an hour giggling,talking and thoroughly exhausted decided to rest..then take a long walk..
We reach a family restuarant.During this time we discussed about our lives,professions,families and priorities.Dinner was followed soon after and we enjoyed the food..We all realized that with our increasing responsibilites,it was so difficult for us to meet up.The little time spent will be always cherished.In the past these hangouts were common but were never cherished.
It is true that by unfolding ourselves,we get a better perpective of ourselves,the direction our lives are taking,choices to be made,responsibilites that need priority and many more..
Kudos to our friendship!!Kudos to you my readers!!
Day in the Red bus
Tues,15th Feb at 8.30 am
A day after Valentine..thought my city will still have a hangover of valentine..the partying cartoons are still asleep,the lonely souls still wishing,the individualistics still alone..
A typical day at a B.E.S.T bus..the bus halts..passengers enter..I enter..walk down the entire bus to get the seat reserved for ladies..(if only its vacant).Today I thought I will sit at the last seat..My co-passenger a middle aged chap was staring out of the window sadly singing suhanee raat dhal chuki na jaane tum kab aaoge...uuuuuchh..I felt like giving him my hanky.As I was seating I began to look at the other co-passengers.Nearly all were the office types..smartly dressed..well shaved,gloomy and ..SILENT.All seemed so faraway..the journey was just another routine for the everyday person. Suddenly I wished that if only people would talk to each other,listen,smile and enjoy the journey,the journey would be less stressful..Half were reading the newspaper,some others fidgeting with their cell phones and others snoring..what a sight..ufffffff..
Where has the zest for life disappeared?My lovely city which declares herself to be the most vibrant,balanced and welcoming to all..what has happened?All are so caught up with their daily rigmaroles..and the punch line with our youngsters is "No time"..
Isnt this sad??
