Destined .....never to be....

The sky was dark....
The crescent moon beckoned her into his outstretched arms
The chaos of the night had gone....
The tumult of the morn was not yet born.
The moment was theirs...destined never to be......

one little finger

One little finger was her voice to the world.

She towered tall and I was the dwarf.
She laughed loud and I was the joker.
She raced ahead.I just gasped at where I stood.
She spoke her heart out and I looked within.
She questioned the world and I had no answers.
She dared to soar and rise high.I was yet in my cocoon.
Did I have it in me,the grit and the determination?
Life threw challenges.
She played on.
Did I?
On a wheel chair she ran the whole mile.
On my feet had I even begun?

My tribute to Malini Chib,the author of One little finger

a random meeting

A random meeting.I suddenly spotted him by the coffee table in the crowd.I inched my way towards him just to check.Was it really him? Yes it was!!!! 20 years had passed and there he resurfaced into my life again....I sat down beside him.Neither of us talked.I just looked away not knowing what to do or say.Impulsively I let myself slip my hand into his.He still said nothing.His eyes stared into my soul.He seemed to be asking,"Why?"."Why did you go away?",he questioned.I had no answer.Can't I come back into your life?,he seemed to be asking."No,Not now.Too much time has passed in between.I have changed from what you knew me.I don't need you in my life any longer.",I said.I looked away trying to hide the miscreant tear that threatened to flow out and let him know of what I felt.I don't have any room for him.After all he was a gypsy from my youth .It was now time for him to move on.He could not stay.I could not let him stay.Oh!!! the sorrow of parting with a book once loved and cherished!!!!!!

a mother

Ganapathy Bappa Morya....
Mangal Murthi Morya....
Undhir Mama ki jai...
These were the words that rang loud and clear in my ears for the last three days on my trip to Ashtavinayak.Ashtavinayak is a tour that covers eight ganpathy temples in Maharashtra in and around Pune.

Eight Temples in three days!!!! My My thats some change in me I thought as I sat in the bus going from temple to temple.
What made me run to these temples?
Where were my convictions that I needed no God to look after me.
Where was the Priya who used to proclaim that God was a concept needed only by the emotionally weak?
Had I changed into a weak person?
Had I become dependant on unknown forces for things to move?
Where was the me that believed that everyhting in life is self motivated and all actions are a result of one's thoughts?
where was the radical me that poohpoohed any religious jargon?
Where was the practical me who laughed throught prayers when my mom asked me recite them?
Where was the intellectual me that ridiculed my freinds when they prayed to score well in the exams ?
Where was the pragmatic me that said that all these rules and regualations were meant not to enhance one spiritually but to tie one's freedom down?
What happened to the me who thought that Gods and their powers worked only in Amar chitra Kathas ?



Where ,I thought,I searched within and without and i got only one answer.
I had vanished into a mother...........

Mumbai's moments of bliss.........

The early mornings in Mumbai are the only semblance of peace that this city has to offer(unless you count in a very late night ride over the Rajiv Gandhi sea link)
As I take my routine morning walks,a number of pleasant images strike my mind.
Very young kids ambling down to school,tagging on their parents,eyes half opened ,wondering why they have to endure such an early morning!!!
Young boys and girls rushing to the school,sometimes narrating the previous evenings tales,else sometimes going through the last few pages of revision before a test.
Young urban couples for whom this might be the only quality time together.
A group of old men who have a good laugh at the tea stall.
The newly enlisted group of policemen all in crew cuts ,enjoying a cup of tea before they begin their daily drill.
A few more 'trying to lose weight' walkers like me!!!!
And finally the glorious sun announces its arrival somewhere in the horizon.......
Mumbai has its moments of bliss

CATKATBATASH

a tornado appears from nowhere.....claims to research on artificial intelligence ,creates a male Katrina that can rock not only the US, but almost the entire eastern hemishpere.Now this Male KAT is obviously emotionless just as much as its creator ( whom I call CAT)is brainless.but get the emotions into him and KAT and CAT both have the hots for a lady flame who sways and sashays down every road as if it a ramp.Lady flame leaves the ASH behind wherever she goes and ASH is all too eager to kiss not only CAT but also KAT.CAT and KAT love ASH .KAT talks to mosquitoes to profess his love while CAT buys jewellery but so does KAT and ASH loves what KAT bought because he is created by CAT whom she loves..........and to get ASH in his life KAT becomes evil....love can be dangerous so finally KAT beocmes BAD goes from being KAT to BAT...BAT multipies on his own and creates hundreds of other BATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!CAT wants to destroy BAT and save ASH from BAT.ASH doesnt mind seducing BAT ofcourse inorder to help CAT.....CAT disguises as one BAT and then ASH doesnt know who is BAT and BAT..Real BAT sheds blood and sweat and finally destroys all the BATS who combine to form SNAKE........and Giant ROBOT..............



No marks for guessing........what I have gone thru

tribute to mumbai

SADIYON SE MAUN HOON MIEN KHADA
ANTARNAD KI AWAAZ AAJ TUM TAK PAHUNCHE
AAVASHAKTA HAIN AAN PADI
PANNE AAJ HAI JO TUMHARE ITIHAAS KE
THE WOH PANNE MERE ASTITIVA KE


SRAJAN HUA THA MERA
BADE ABHIMAAN SE
AA RAHA THA BRITISH SARKAR
KE RAJA AUR RANI
BADE SHAAN SE


JHOOM RAHI THI JAB YEH MAHAL,
GOONJ RAHI THI SADAKON PEIN NAARE
CHAARON ORE THA YEH SHOR
VANDE MATARAM,ANGREZ BHARAT CHODO VA KAI AUR

VAKTH BADLA,TAKTH BADLA
RAJ BADLA,TAJ BADLA
HUA YESH DESH HAMARA,RAJYA HAMARA,RAJ HAMARA

SAMAY KI NADI BEHTI GAYI
ZINDAGI NE RAFTAR PAKDI
NAYE BHARAT KI SHAAN HAI AB MUMBAI
YAHAAN REHTE HAR INSAAN KI JAAN HAI MUMBAI.

MUMBAI KI IS SAFAR MEIN
SAATHI HAI JO YEH KAMAAL
KAHAAN MILENGE LOG
AISE DHAMAAL

PEECHE MERE SAGAR KE LEHREN,
SAMNE HAIN JAWAN MUMBAI KE CHEHRE
RANGEEN CINEMA DIKHAYE SAPNE,
IN SAPNON KO LEKE BADE MASTI KE SAATH
COLLEGE KE YEH LADKE LADKIYAN APNE


SHAHR HAIN YEH KAAM KARNE WALON KA,
NA DIN NA RAAT JAANE YEH
PATRI PE CHALTI HAIN ROZ DIN
IS MAHAAN DESH KA KHARCHA SAMBHALTI HAIN

HAADSA JAB AISA KUCH HOTA HAIN,
RUK JAATI HAI ZINDAGI KI GATI,
SOHTA HOON MAIN PAL PAL
KYA HAIN YAHAAN KA ANEWALA KAL?

KYA MERE PANNON PE BAHEGA SIRF KHOON?
KYA AAJ KA YEH ASTITVA BANEGA IN BACHHON KA ITIHAS?
KYA YEH KLESH,YEH RAKHT,YEH BARBADI
BAN JAYEGI IN KI ZINDAGI KI SACHAI?