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aditi tagged me to list some of my weirdness here. i’ve actually done this tag before, but when dear twin commands, how can i refuse 😉

here’s the original one, yes appu, i haven’t learned the ‘link’ trick yet 🙁
http://delhidreams.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-weirdness-of-mine.html

I,

01. watch lizie mc’guire on disney when i’m particularly blue
02. love the globe. in all its forms. somehow, the very idea of so many people and places co-existing together, at this very moment amazes me.
03. used to be a green thumber. perhaps still am, but space restrictions are just too much. my first plant was an okra/lady’s finger one and today i’ve brought same for lunch.
04. have an utmost, almost in-born curiosity to know what the other person is carrying in his/her, bag/jhola/briefcase/whatever. perhaps it grew out from childhood when mother used to bring goodies back and i would search every nook and cranny of her purse/shopping bags for something meant for me.
05. am moody like the english weather. rain, sunshine, storm, breeze… all in a matter of minutes.
06. am in love with the very idea of love. and i won’t explain it here.
07. can be amazed by the most mundane of things. taken from point 2. chatting to pheebes/twin in chicago/mumbai for example. or all the world’s emotions fitting in these 26 letters. or the daily cup of tea. it can be anything, anytime.
08. am using the word ‘types’ very much these days. like, ‘the weird types’ folks.
09. talk perhaps too much in my sleep. somedays, i wake up and see that, i-know-what-you-did-last-day types smile on ma/pa’s face.

now, i do think that i’ve crossed the prescribed limit of 6 habits to post. and this time i won’t tag anyone, ‘cos ppl. haven’t done there previous tag yet.

Head of Diego by Alberto Giacometti; Image: © Christie’s Images/CORBIS; Creator Name: Alberto Giacometti; Date Created: 1956

i cudn’t find a title to this one. somebody help me with it, pls.

image courtsey, corbis.com

what a weekend should be like?
it should consist of two days, a saturday and a sunday. atleast the sunday is a must.
what one does normally in a weekend?
hmmm. actually there are a lot of options. but the rule is you shouldn’t be doing what you normally do in the weekdays.
go laze around a cup of coffee, dream along with your soul mate, read the zahir, eat your friends’ mind out, go make a freak show of a tragedy movie. shop, splurge, brunch, sleep, travel, trouble and tinker around with memories… seems there ARE a lot of things to do on a weekend. i normally roam out with friend’s or if m very very tired, i sleep and read.
so, what was my weekend like?
normally i get only the sunday part as the official weekend. this time half of saturday was added in too. had to meet dee n her friend megha/sucharita. actually m confused what to call her. trying to define some short nomenaculture for her. normally i do this very quickly. maggie, she doesn’t likes; su is too short; i think daffy is good. what do u say?
daffy because she is a bit intelligent for an aquarian. coincidentally, the three of us are aquarians. ofcourse, i can tell her this because i’m very fond of daffodils 🙂
the three of us met at the c.p. mac donald’s. it was good, m looking forward to meet daffy more. it is another thing that her office timings are no diff then mine. she works as a german translator in well, a german airlines. forgets a lot of things. including mobile chargers. i only forget to charge my phone. occasionally.
then i went back to work. yup, work. till 10.

sunday was similar.
roamed around the delhi university, north campus and kamla nagar market with amrak n dee. sachin too joined us for an hour. it was fun. subdued sachin, volatile amrak, sweet dee and dumb me, make for an enjoyable day. i wish my hagrid was there with me. although, she n amrak might not be a very good combination to be around. hmmm.
after roaming around, falling, damaging my left knee, fine splitting my left kneed trouser, arguing, momos, coffee, ‘chuski’, i finally managed to get back to work around 5. which went on till 12:30. there was a talk show at ndtv which i was supposed to attend. as audience only. abhi, chief guest hone ke din nahi aye hain. yet to see the day when i’ll be invited as the chief guest. couldn’t go.
and i think this week got off in style. eating dinner served by dear pa 😉
rest, m at office. this will be a long day too.
will also get some time to blog-surf today. hope to see you guys in your varied avatars.
have a nice week ahead.
this is me n neeru last saturday and the above one is me n rashmi. m a little self-centred fella, i suppose.
there is an image of me n dee also, which when daffy mails me, i’ll add here.

image courtsey, corbis.com

attempted translation for starry, sunshine and other non-hindi speaking people failed miserably…so pls. if any of you could do the honours, i’ll truly grateful. kasam se!

this is a poem about some villager like families i see daily at the nehru place crossing. they look like rajasthani or gujarati farmers but what compelled them to leave everything behind and take shelter on the city roads tears me apart. for me, farmers and doctors are equal to god. what made my gods turn beggars?

this is the translation by aditi,

At the crossroad they stand of life and otherwise
Battling hunger, everyday a little she dies
I have seen her often in the same place
Every time I have managed to turn my face
How long can I look away from her suffering
When it touches me to the core of my being
I question whether its a facade or she really suffers
but the questions merely act as real life buffers
between my thought and the action of running a check
why the farmer was forced to leave his land and beg
Was it the system? the government, or simply nature’s fury
was it you, was it me or that we shirked our duty?

and atul’s version, you can check at
http://deterministichaos.wordpress.com/

Study for The Beggars by Kathe Kollwitz; Image: © Burstein Collection/CORBISArtwork: ©VG Bild-Kunst,
Bonn; Photographer: Barney Burstein; Creator Name: Kathe Kollwitz; Date Created: 1924

love
like winter’s first shiver
like poonam’s mad moon
and moon’s sweet warmth

(poonam is the night of full moon. i didnt know how to put it there. starry, sunshine, as always u’ll have to make do with my troubled translation.)

Happy October