It all began with a start! Dad waking me up with a cup of tea and I habitual of romancing Mozart looking at it dismally. Why had it let me down? I didn’t remember putting it on snooze. 10 mins to 4am and am checking mail, instinctively. Who raised a storm in the cup of life in the last 3 and a quarter hrs of my being away? No one. Absolutely no one. Its these moments that being inconsequential is blissful to otherwise one’s belief in self –love and indulging in Ptolemic theory until the disruptive heliocentricism strikes
I wonder where I get abundant energy and enthusiasm to spring into action at unearthy hours like these. On other days it takes innumerable snoozes in a span of 1 hr, which needless to say is not sans grunts and moans.
Here I am getting everyone into action. Assuming my dads role for once. We have landed at weddings while the florist and caterers were setting up the place and the girls side still absconding, at dinners before the host , so much for abiding by his clockwork. Punctuality in Delhi is so mediocre. Delay, to my father, once an NDA cadet and forever an officer, is blasphemy. On all other occasions I hold true to Indian Standard Time, but this one time, an exception. This, one more time, am my dad’s daughter, this one time am ready a complete half hour before time. I have already begun to surprise myself.
Car reversed and ready to load, paper foot mats from last night’s servicing discarded, two sticks with abundant music plugged, and an ISB Alumnus sticker displayed! Phew hadn’t found the time to do this in a month. Had purchased it from campus during my last trip with Di and Pratima, my niece.
Windows rolled down -Mom, Dad and I join our hands for a pact- a fun filled, memorable holiday as the car rolled out of the driveway. Driver? Me.
God bless mom for all the goodies she packed for the journey. Traditional picnics have been a while and may I add the chai in a thermos with sandwiches, paranthas and biscuits, bargained rather poorly. Thanks to her had enough to chomp on shakad pade, crackers, chocolate cookies and fruits. Of course I dig the unhealthy munchies, afterall have just started my way to cleansing, it will be a while. Mum recited her morning prayers and side view mirror captured the crack of dawn in its full glory.
Those monster faces, I can imagine them come alive, or at least did when I was 17, in a session with my driving school instructor. He urged me to drive through the most busy streets and chug along trucks that although had been adorned lavishly yet it didn’t take away from the angry gluttonous look they wore. The truth, I thank him. Today their gangs didn’t bother me.
When you are driving towards perfect state of mind, uncanny how the things move towards perfection. A perfect frame of laden clouds against a backdrop of verdant Aravalli’s, luscious fields, full wheat cods, tar road and music. Music to which mom and I crooned away. I could see,Dad, from the corner of my eyes drumming his fingers, sitting beside.
Paranthas, masala tea, customary visit to the washroom, couple of stretches and a photo shoot later at the pitstop we resumed the road trip.
We overshot the bypass for Ajmer and the navigator who had been deputed to receive us lead us to our accommodation at Jaipur. We loomed into the thick of traffic, coordinating on calls and stopping several times to seek directions ( the benefit of women drivers).Here is a tip when asking for directions in Jaipur. Watch the hand, cause what they say is left/right agnostic, everything is “seedha” while their hands are thrown all over the place in a truly animated manner. At their expense we had many laughs and of course my driving skills tested through narrow lanes.
Chai is the red bull of India. It energizes, revitalizes, and brings us back to life. Sipping tea, I knew, now there is no rush, I have time on my side, am not running and I could hear the birds chirp. The holiday has begun.The Road trip to Rajasthan.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Art & Science of Deception
Elementary, my dear Watson!
And that’s what the world remembers.
A line that never existed.
The untruth that lives each day and dies.
We see what we want to.
We hear what we desire.
We believe an illusion.
And when the illusion breaks,
Say that the world conspires?
Deception is a strange game.
It relays a vicious cycle.
It plays on the weakest link,
Trust in another,
Until it feeds into your self
The beginning is where it ends.
What you give is what you earn.
What you get is,
Neither fate,
Nor out of turn.
Tied to strings,
Self-professed, oh so detached!
Holding onto the last straw,
That sinks.
Instead,
Believe in oneness and survive.
Definitions and boundaries,
Amorphous principles,
Open to scrutiny and sub-judice.
Collective intelligence,
Limiting individuality,
Pre-ordained paths to happiness.
Crafted concepts of social being.
Subterfuge of who we are
And perception.
Striving for acceptance,
Moving to religion.
Restricting living,
To sheer existence.
One amongst the plenteous stages of evolution
Is self –admission
to ravenous narcissism and intemperance.
Arguably,
love of self is ‘the’ driving force
Confronted with a tirade of continuous dissent.
All are born with colored eyes
With colored love and a colored mind.
with the ongoing struggle to demystify
with a challenge to revive
a sonnet called life.
And that’s what the world remembers.
A line that never existed.
The untruth that lives each day and dies.
We see what we want to.
We hear what we desire.
We believe an illusion.
And when the illusion breaks,
Say that the world conspires?
Deception is a strange game.
It relays a vicious cycle.
It plays on the weakest link,
Trust in another,
Until it feeds into your self
The beginning is where it ends.
What you give is what you earn.
What you get is,
Neither fate,
Nor out of turn.
Tied to strings,
Self-professed, oh so detached!
Holding onto the last straw,
That sinks.
Instead,
Believe in oneness and survive.
Definitions and boundaries,
Amorphous principles,
Open to scrutiny and sub-judice.
Collective intelligence,
Limiting individuality,
Pre-ordained paths to happiness.
Crafted concepts of social being.
Subterfuge of who we are
And perception.
Striving for acceptance,
Moving to religion.
Restricting living,
To sheer existence.
One amongst the plenteous stages of evolution
Is self –admission
to ravenous narcissism and intemperance.
Arguably,
love of self is ‘the’ driving force
Confronted with a tirade of continuous dissent.
All are born with colored eyes
With colored love and a colored mind.
with the ongoing struggle to demystify
with a challenge to revive
a sonnet called life.
Friday, February 12, 2010
An ode to Udaipur
A spec in the dust
raises a storm
of its sand.
Carries with the wind
a whistling whirlpool
of dying roots
and staple citrus rind.
An arid land,
thorny bushes and cacti.
Changing hues of the sky,
from blues to grey to tan.
Topography changing hands
where past and present blend.
Mirages of civilization
in the narrow alleys of palaces
tourists smitten by eerie fascination.
Copper pots and pans
women adornd with silver embellishments
men with overt masculine demonstrations
a culture entrenched in rich tradition.
raises a storm
of its sand.
Carries with the wind
a whistling whirlpool
of dying roots
and staple citrus rind.
An arid land,
thorny bushes and cacti.
Changing hues of the sky,
from blues to grey to tan.
Topography changing hands
where past and present blend.
Mirages of civilization
in the narrow alleys of palaces
tourists smitten by eerie fascination.
Copper pots and pans
women adornd with silver embellishments
men with overt masculine demonstrations
a culture entrenched in rich tradition.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Srinagar Days
On countless occasions I have wanted to be inspired
Twirled a pencil
Doodled on paper
Stared at the laptop
and just when I wanted to send a "wassup?" sms I could not stop myself
Inspired in the parking lot... on a mobile
There I was reliving my stay in Srinagar!
An ivy covered bungalow
icicles of its roof.
Mulberries, cherries, apples, apricots, almonds, pears
and many other fruits,
French windows with a panoramic view.
A bed of strawberries,
A slope covered with wild lilies.
Pebbled backyard,
Lush green front lawns with brick boundaries.
A turquoise swing
and wanting puppies.
Magnificent Chinar tree,
generously lent its golden leaves to the entry.
Glass room with bukhari,
Overlooking the Pehelgam, Gulmarg pahadi.
View of Shankracharya from the driveway,
A kilometer from the gate which kept the militancy away.
A ninety degree drop over which I saddled over soldiers bikes
much to their agony.
Sworn to never cross the sacrosanct boundary
Sneaked a glance at boat houses on Jhelum
and its vicinity.
Frisked in school as a part of security, daily
The favorite friend’s secret corner- a pipe
along which grew bichu butti.
Two daily needs markets,
the owners of which one knew personally.
Our only associate from the Valley,
a Kashmiri shawl vendor Nur-u-din.
A small town cantt theatre
with a smaller gentry.
Huffed and puffed paddling,
triple knit handmade woolens,
A troop of soldiers to make our lives easy.
A neighborhood where we knew everybody,
A gardener's family held to ransom
to cause destruction to army premises
A life where entertainment was sans devices
Some stray thoughts on a random day
Of childhood memories, in Srinagar
the year I turned eight.
Twirled a pencil
Doodled on paper
Stared at the laptop
and just when I wanted to send a "wassup?" sms I could not stop myself
Inspired in the parking lot... on a mobile
There I was reliving my stay in Srinagar!
An ivy covered bungalow
icicles of its roof.
Mulberries, cherries, apples, apricots, almonds, pears
and many other fruits,
French windows with a panoramic view.
A bed of strawberries,
A slope covered with wild lilies.
Pebbled backyard,
Lush green front lawns with brick boundaries.
A turquoise swing
and wanting puppies.
Magnificent Chinar tree,
generously lent its golden leaves to the entry.
Glass room with bukhari,
Overlooking the Pehelgam, Gulmarg pahadi.
View of Shankracharya from the driveway,
A kilometer from the gate which kept the militancy away.
A ninety degree drop over which I saddled over soldiers bikes
much to their agony.
Sworn to never cross the sacrosanct boundary
Sneaked a glance at boat houses on Jhelum
and its vicinity.
Frisked in school as a part of security, daily
The favorite friend’s secret corner- a pipe
along which grew bichu butti.
Two daily needs markets,
the owners of which one knew personally.
Our only associate from the Valley,
a Kashmiri shawl vendor Nur-u-din.
A small town cantt theatre
with a smaller gentry.
Huffed and puffed paddling,
triple knit handmade woolens,
A troop of soldiers to make our lives easy.
A neighborhood where we knew everybody,
A gardener's family held to ransom
to cause destruction to army premises
A life where entertainment was sans devices
Some stray thoughts on a random day
Of childhood memories, in Srinagar
the year I turned eight.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Ego Surfing Nostalgia - Part 2
Mayuri and Dilpreeta
We'd have been married
Mayuri on Dilpreeta
ahhh well where do i start from??? our friendship goes back to the years when hormones just start spurting..n man she was the icon!!! well dillu is one of the most in ur face person i ve ever known and thats what makes her so trustworthy!! wen we met we were not so close but over the years she s become one of my best friends , one of the very few people i can rely on completely!! she s always been this small, round vivacious bundle of energy..n thats what makes her so adorable!! she s a HORRIBLE flirt even though she tries really hard at it... but babes my genuine advice... GIVE IT UP!!! ha ha ha ha....
i ve been asked to write a testimonial again bcz according to miss hoity toity the previous one was sub standard!ha ha ha well i re write this testimonial bcz i feel i need to share with the world a lil more abt miss vasudeva.. apart from being an absolutely rocking friend, she is one of the most practical person i ve ever known.. there s a clause here her practicality ends when it comes to her.. she s the best person to go to for an advicebut ask her to sort out her own heart issues...wham there goes all the practicality!! she has an amazing sense of humour n is witty which is hard to find in women.... she would never admit but she is fu....n intelligent... how else do we explain those grades without ever putting in even half the effort??? but she is n will remain the worst flirt on planet.......... hope ur kids go on me!!!!
she s my soul mate and i actually mean it one of my closest friends since school (though we got closer aftr school) she s someone whos stood by me through thick n thin. the girl has a heart of gold...... is blunt to the point of being rude at times but then that also makes her one of the most straight forward person i ve ever met.intelligent, caring, grounded. she s the best agony aunt t have around u. very good at giving advices n very bad at implimenting the same on herself.....and the woman takes the worst decisions with absolute conviction... ...and u may bang ur head against the wall trying t make her see sense but madame wont budge unless she realises its wrong. so tht makes her bull headed... ...very sensitive and emotional.. with dil i dont ve t tell her she just senses it,has one of the prettiest faces i ve evr seen. n can even carry off those extra pounds in style.well i m sure she s gonna make it really big, cz she has all the right ingredients for it......but is a horrble flirt and my sincere advice is to stop even making an attempt at it.....men fall for u any which ways ..... well if i were a guy i m sure we wud ve tied the knot.... but if u still decide t change ur prefrences u know where to look.......:)...
Dilpreeta on Mayuri
She has been begging me, down on her knees, pleading me
haunted me 24/7, emailed and messaged me
please write me a testimonial
please please please
tell the world my glories, my tales and FANTASIES
so I mulled over it
and decided this is my moment to narrate her story
boring it is
but I insist
it is her airtime and let her cherish it to the fullest
I completely avoid appreciation
I avidly take her ass
No wonder it juts out like a flash
Let her not fool you by her innocence
She could have you as minced meat for dinner and not wince
Smart alec, and a road side romeo
She could put the theatrical big wigs to shame in a cameo
She switches from a damsel in distress
To a bar top dancer with ease
She bares her soul to all
In complete comfort and sync with who she is
Thankfully now she sheds her diplomacy
The only flaw I could ever see
To me we go back to Stone Age
Yes she looked like the ancient man
I saw the wheel in her reinvent itself far too many times
And it only got better
her magnanimity could put gatesfoundation to shame
she’d spend on you her last dime
and who says it is only monetary
her strength to snap back makes her a fighter
determined to win
and feed her drive
in her resides a hidden author
and she insures that her autobiography is not denied of gossip
makes life eventful
uneasy in moments of stability
she explores the lull
until quite is taken by storm
and then she cracks up
she cracks up laughing
she has done it yet again
We'd have been married
Mayuri on Dilpreeta
ahhh well where do i start from??? our friendship goes back to the years when hormones just start spurting..n man she was the icon!!! well dillu is one of the most in ur face person i ve ever known and thats what makes her so trustworthy!! wen we met we were not so close but over the years she s become one of my best friends , one of the very few people i can rely on completely!! she s always been this small, round vivacious bundle of energy..n thats what makes her so adorable!! she s a HORRIBLE flirt even though she tries really hard at it... but babes my genuine advice... GIVE IT UP!!! ha ha ha ha....
i ve been asked to write a testimonial again bcz according to miss hoity toity the previous one was sub standard!ha ha ha well i re write this testimonial bcz i feel i need to share with the world a lil more abt miss vasudeva.. apart from being an absolutely rocking friend, she is one of the most practical person i ve ever known.. there s a clause here her practicality ends when it comes to her.. she s the best person to go to for an advicebut ask her to sort out her own heart issues...wham there goes all the practicality!! she has an amazing sense of humour n is witty which is hard to find in women.... she would never admit but she is fu....n intelligent... how else do we explain those grades without ever putting in even half the effort??? but she is n will remain the worst flirt on planet.......... hope ur kids go on me!!!!
she s my soul mate and i actually mean it one of my closest friends since school (though we got closer aftr school) she s someone whos stood by me through thick n thin. the girl has a heart of gold...... is blunt to the point of being rude at times but then that also makes her one of the most straight forward person i ve ever met.intelligent, caring, grounded. she s the best agony aunt t have around u. very good at giving advices n very bad at implimenting the same on herself.....and the woman takes the worst decisions with absolute conviction... ...and u may bang ur head against the wall trying t make her see sense but madame wont budge unless she realises its wrong. so tht makes her bull headed... ...very sensitive and emotional.. with dil i dont ve t tell her she just senses it,has one of the prettiest faces i ve evr seen. n can even carry off those extra pounds in style.well i m sure she s gonna make it really big, cz she has all the right ingredients for it......but is a horrble flirt and my sincere advice is to stop even making an attempt at it.....men fall for u any which ways ..... well if i were a guy i m sure we wud ve tied the knot.... but if u still decide t change ur prefrences u know where to look.......:)...
Dilpreeta on Mayuri
She has been begging me, down on her knees, pleading me
haunted me 24/7, emailed and messaged me
please write me a testimonial
please please please
tell the world my glories, my tales and FANTASIES
so I mulled over it
and decided this is my moment to narrate her story
boring it is
but I insist
it is her airtime and let her cherish it to the fullest
I completely avoid appreciation
I avidly take her ass
No wonder it juts out like a flash
Let her not fool you by her innocence
She could have you as minced meat for dinner and not wince
Smart alec, and a road side romeo
She could put the theatrical big wigs to shame in a cameo
She switches from a damsel in distress
To a bar top dancer with ease
She bares her soul to all
In complete comfort and sync with who she is
Thankfully now she sheds her diplomacy
The only flaw I could ever see
To me we go back to Stone Age
Yes she looked like the ancient man
I saw the wheel in her reinvent itself far too many times
And it only got better
her magnanimity could put gatesfoundation to shame
she’d spend on you her last dime
and who says it is only monetary
her strength to snap back makes her a fighter
determined to win
and feed her drive
in her resides a hidden author
and she insures that her autobiography is not denied of gossip
makes life eventful
uneasy in moments of stability
she explores the lull
until quite is taken by storm
and then she cracks up
she cracks up laughing
she has done it yet again
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