Words

sometimes, i know i can paint a thousand poems that day and yet don’t feel spilling a single word…

hmmm, its that kinda day today.

will be back with more stuff soon.
more heart, more pain, more love, more life, more of me… and in between all this, more of you 🙂
perhaps.

its two days of holidays back to back. sunday. then dusshehra and gandhi jayanti fall on the same day. so, happy holidays.

english translation for starry, sunshine amongst others. not up to the mark, as always…

image courtsey, corbis.com

image courtsey, corbis.com

first of all, the tag.

i’ve been tagged by appu who’ll teach me how to have those little links wherever we want people to click. hai na appu?

rules of the game.
1. Name the person who tagged you. (i already did.)
2. Eight things about you. (there r more than eight, what to do?)
3. Tag six people. (no, this i won’t agree to. i’ll tag more than six.)

hmmm
eight things about me. i’ve done this kind of thing before, so i’ll concentrate on the trivia bit more.

01. i’m nearly ambidextrous. i can do many of the right-hand things with my left hand too.
02. i’ve a really bad handwriting. perhaps second only to dee 😉
03. i’ve been bitten by dogs at the least five times in my life so far. and that too my own pet dogs. still, i adore canines. and i dont’ like cats.
04. every year around dussehra, i’ve peculiarly nightmarish nightmares. the past few years were a bit subdued, but this one has already begun. and begun well 🙁
05. i’ve bumped into people, buses, trucks, walls, electric poles, even bulls while walking. i do feel i become a bit absentminded sometimes.
06. right now, i’m wearing a size extra jeans just to get a freedom kind of feeling.
07. my favourite job will be to be a travel show host and travelogue writer.
08. i dont think i’ve a sense of direction. i manage to confuse myself in the most oft-visited places. i recognise my present home from the chemist shop one street before it and one camera shop alongwith it. if these two relocate someday, i’ll be lost. and nobody should ever ask me to find the right seat in a dimmed theatre. ask dee.

as of now, i think tags r a wonderful way to have a glimpse into the person behind the tag. so i’ll be tagging lot of people here. lets see, who all oblige me 😉

keshi, aditi, ketki, atul, velu, lalitha, totatamkiatma, sunshine, jess, pheebes, debra, richard, namrata, rana ji, veena, dwaipayan, obi, dumbfunk, aklanta, pushkin, aquamarine, eccentric, just me, parul and anybody who wants to participate. lets do it guys.
please.


bhagat singh
it is bhagat singh’s birthday today. he would have been 100 years old.


dee
is selected to be a teacher in a government school. the dream of every prospective mother-in-law. some kids are gonna have the time of their life…

was cool.

pa’s birthday. there was one problem though, what gift should i get for him.
navratri fasts are on, so cake n accesories were not an option. no new movies to impress him. that left only one choice. lets go to book fair.

the trouble is i got this idea at 1 in the afternoon.

so, again we trudged to pragati maidan. again we went to the same stalls and roamed around. but the difference this time was ‘pa’ was with me. with his experience, we bought much more variety of books in the same expenditure. and am really happy with the booty. dee must be happy with what i got. the trouble is, after buying all that stuff, my heart wants to invite kira. leo and andrei again.

pa’s birthday and i enjoyed it more than him. but he loves books and poetry and me.

icing on the cake, ma forgot the birthday. i nudged her today and she wished him at 4 in the morning.

what more to say? monday going good. lot less work today than expected. just not felt like talking to anybody and so many people called. call it irony. and the day is not over yet.

this week is going berserk
and m not going anywhere
have worked till the level of exhaustion
and more is to come

god, m completely tired
and loving it 😉

btw, have not read any blogs, m sorry blog friends. starry, pheebes, aditi and others. pino, maaf kar de bhai.

talked to sukhen after two years. he is one of the dearest people i met while in annamalai university, chidambaram. friendship flowed soon. and quite good bond we’d. and somewhere down the line, we lost it. there was dave, the gujarati bhai; atul and sunil- the jammu guys; ankur- apna haryanvi and sangeeta, my tamil akka. only sangeeta is in touch. and very busy too. how we make friends, and how we lose them. seems we try too hard. shud let life take its own course.

today is the start of navaratri. the change-of-season festival when goddess durga comes visiting our abodes. this is the start of months long festival season. durga pooja, dussehra, diwali till christmas and new year celebrations.

wishing all of you the very best in life.

have to talk a lot more. next time, maybe.

the image is of me n rashmi. one of the happier moments. becoming rare these days.

dee helped me translate this.

yesterday was good. went to the book fair at last. met dee. and dee’s two friends. i’ll call them amrak and shrey.

amrak is a typical delhi street food speciality. more tangy even then the imli (tamarind). its a parrot green fruit normally sold outside girl’s schools and in busy marketplaces frequented by the fairer sex. i’d it once and it brought tears to my eyes. i can handle tamarind but this was beyond me. dee’s friend was like that. cheerful, bubbly but kinda full of tears. bilkul amrak jaisi. full of life and a joy to be with.

shrey is the more sedate, simmering kind of guy. i dont know what boils within, but he well qualifies to be a comrade anyday. with a gifted voice and many of the same favourites as me, he’s good company. neighbour he already is, i discovered.

dee. hmmm. was good as always. infact better then ever. me n dee pooled our money and bought lots of books. major emphasis being on shayari, poetry & kavita. hmmm. let me list whom we invited home.

bashir badr, janisar akhtar, ghalib, zafar, mahadevi verma, jayshankar prasad, parveen shakir, adolf hitler, swami vivekanand, swami ramsukhdas ji, goswami tulsidas, shivaji sawant, dushyant kumar, shaharyar, poddar ji (of geetapress), kaifi aazmi, nida fajli, some british poetry, nagrjun… hope i’m not missing someone here.

and how the arms n feet ache, this morning.

it was a good day. spent or earned should i say, in the company of words n women. hmmm. what more could i wish for.

mold

don’t know
what mold it is
where in
the moments melt
gather
and take shape of memories

hmmm. some days are like that. where moments turn into delicate souveniers of memory. isn’t it?

its unusual. sunday onwards, its been a difficult kind of time. 17th was sia’s birthday, my half-a-decade-old neice. haven’t seen her since ages though. 18th to 20th, supposed to do a lot of things. some i did. some not.

haven’t written anything worthwhile for days. haven’t read anything too. yet to visit the delhi book fair, and this coming sunday is the last day. whether i’ll manage it or not, who knows. dee will go there for the second time tomorrow. lucky girl.

reena is still on bed, rahul is trying to breach canadian immigration policies against lunatics. apsy continues to be busily blue and dee, busily yellow. bugs got a new pair of dentures, sachin got a new poetry writing habit and amul has got nothing new to do. ma & pa continue with their weekly fights, lizie continues with her cs classes and dushman continues with her on-off sickness’.

seems everybody else is continuing with their lives, its just me who’s stuck up in nothing.

the only eventful things this week have been watching ’50 first dates’ and talking to ‘frau liebe’. i liked the movie. more than the movie, it was the idea that appealed more. romantic, philosophical, both the angles.

imagine, being in love with someone, who forgets the previous day completely while waking-up every morning. goosebumpy? challenging? lump-in-the-throat-kinda lovestory? but then, love deals with impossibles. your call?

as for frau liebe. she’s a new presence in delhidreams. and a pretty good one too. hmmm.

lets see how the days unfold. sometimes, a little normalcy becomes a treasured thing.