Sunday, May 31, 2009

Love's the Wor(l)d!

He is tall, he is dark and by all means a fine-looking, well-groomed gentleman, who comes from a handsome family, or so was I told. 

She is fair and slim, with a walk so dainty it could make blokes dribble and drool with love or lust alike. But as happens with some girls and many love stories, the softness though not merely skin deep, was for the selective few. To those lusting about her, trying their luck, she could be as brittle as a turtle's shell and as vengeful as a wounded tigeress. But that is just a shade of hers, the true hue lies elsewhere.  

I don't remember if they talked when they met first. I don't even recall when it was exactly that under my very own watchful eyes they became friends, best of friends and now certainly lovers. He was quite a homely guy, whose material requirements were fulfilled at home, whose life revolved around the family members and every now and then when a familiar call would come from outside from his so-called friends he would go out to say a kind word of greeting only to be back in again. At home he may be stubborn sometimes, but then who isn't? And if you would ask me, that's what makes my day, seeing the naughty side of his.  

She altered his simple routine, disrupted his night and day and how magnificently! As to when they met, it beats my memory, but the story lays elsewhere. Keep reading..  

It was his love for her that he started to happily wait outside under the sun and the rain, though much to my discomfort and annoyance. He would do nothing but wait for her one backward glance for hours and hours sometimes all through the night that I would have to get him to have his dinner outside the home! So many times I tried to coax him to come inside to the rooms so he would talk to me or watch television with us or eat his lunch/dinner on time.. but he, he was hardly on this planet, hardly aware of time and food. All that he could make sense of were the moments spent outside, yearning for her. And the moments that she would appear strolling by our house, mindful of his unblinking gaze, yet confident of her self, he would be in positive state of trance..  

She was definitely aware of the charm that her beauty and suave manners were casting on him for she deliberately took rounds of our home without any reason. Sometimes I found her sitting on the ramp as if resting, so that he may have his pleasure of staring at her demure self for hours altogether! Being a gentleman, he also at times let her be. But whenever he and i went out for a walk, i could see him gazing at her with rapt attention .. sometimes trying to hide his love from my watchful eyes and sometimes even silently cooing for her, thinking I'm too busy to take notice..i did though.  

Morning, Evening or late at night, with time she soon took note of our routine..and would accompany me when I would venture out, or when mother would buy vegetables or my dad would go for a walk. At first I was puzzled, why would she do that?? What made her so unabashed. Was she too 'forward??' I was horrified at the last thought! But soon we all figured it out! Like a devoted lover, she not only made her beau fall for her, she now wanted to make his family hers! "Smart girl", i muttered to myself when she first nodded at me when we crossed path near the colony gate. 'She's definitely here for a long haul', I told myself that day. And rightly so, because come next morning she very casually invited herself for the morning walk. A if it was routine matter! He was evidently feeling smug today and his steps were surer and jumpier! I smelled something fishy there. May be this was all a part of a "pre-planned morning stroll" in which I was merely a pawn! But looking at the two of them, it still looked like everything was normal, I shrugged off the thought and I must have missed their winks for just then I recalled. Last night he was out till late wasn't he? hmm...  

With time I got used to her hanging around with us. From a pair of two we became a group of three that jogged along in the park and enjoyed each others company. Her dancing, girly self with energy levels touching the skies and happiness knowing no bounds! I have seen them joking and whispering secrets, which I was unable to understand! I have also seen him most happy when she is around, which has quadrupled my affection for the little girl who makes me look forward to evenings and night time strolls and who has carved out a place for her in my heart which I was oblivious of.  

Sometimes jealousy does take over when I want to have him for my own.. can't help being jealous about him can I? He being my heartbeat! But yes, he did find a true lover and now she has won all of our hearts. And if I don't find her waiting outside when I step out for work, I get concerned about her well being..whether she ate last night.... As for him, he isn't that young that I would cling him on to my chest forever. He is a big man now out to face the world and I am happy and content, that in her he has found a companion, a friend and an attractive guide! He may be 6 years elder to her in age, but in smartness wisdom, none of her tribe can beat her. These days I also give them some time together alone in the park, seeing my young lad jump with her and also let her trotter about his side. And I just say to myself, may be she has a thing for 'older men'..! Because even by conventional standards, one can easily say that there cannot be any dearth for suitors for her for she is so pretty, so lovable and a perfect girlfriend, who's intelligent, fun loving and has a spark in her that could bowl over any guy, what to say of my gentle lad, who wouldn't say "whoo" to a bird if he can help it.  

Perhaps it is this quietness and calm in him that attracts her towards him. He senses her lively youth and smiles to himself and I in turn sense that smile. He is perhaps thanking his stars for bringing this little spark into his life..and I thank the stars for bringing them both into the world, for me and for each other. Maxie's at the gate again.. and Panther rushes towards her.. their tails wagging..

Friday, May 22, 2009

Acrostics..

Following are some acrostics i did one day...for the May 16 Prompts.. for more visit http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/.. the one stop destination for Acrostic Lovers. I am sorry i didnt do all.. and im sorry if i have violated any rules Amias..this is light hearted work .. pls see it as that.. cheers to all

MAKING LOVE (Acrostic)

My hand in yours
Arms interlocked
Kind words breathed
Illogical passion seethed
Nestled like a bird
Going going gone

Logic returns
Oh god! what happened
Valiant in love, I may have
Erred 

Thursday, May 21, 2009

LOVE (Acrostic)

Love's an
Occult 
Violently subtle
Enigma

L
abyrinth
Of
Volatile
Emotions

Labouring of a false delusion
Obstruction to sanity
Vicious paradox
Engrossing

ZANY (Acrostic)

Zenzeless
Acrostic
Neurotic
Y-chromosome

HYPOCRISY (Acrostic)


Hyper active mind
Yapping and agile 
Propounding false delusions 
Obviously fake 
Critic of the worst form 
Rising to the fate
Invisible yet weak 
Subtle yet sleak
You are a hypocrite!


Wednesday, May 13, 2009

quotes

1. Love means losing a part of us and keeping it in our lovers custody to take care of.

2. Differences can be celebrated
but indifference when elongated
can leave the relationship annihilated


3. Some people just click and others got a bad mouse

DIVORCE (Acrostic)

Deadly silence
Isolated grief 
Vacant rooms 
Obscure belief 
Ringless finger 
Countless tears 
Epilogue of a nascent dream


Depraved, discarded 
Injured hearts neglected 
Varied perceptions 
Opinions interrupted 
Retired & tired 
Concluding goodbyes 
Emotions culled, unwanted 


Written for: http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/2009/04/may-2nd-prompts-single-word-phrase.html

DESTINY (Acrostic)


Day by day 
Endearment grows 
Subtle relations 
Tightly secured, till 
Inevitable occurences or a 
Nexus of stars reveals 
Yesterday was just a memory foretold


Divine intervention 
Enthralls, engrips 
Stars speak- a language discreet 
They say it's written 
Inescapable fate 
Nuances of life 
Yield results great


Written for: http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-9th-prompts-single-word-unique-word.html

Thursday, May 7, 2009

I Vote

Today is the polling day for Loksabha Election in Delhi. Even less than an hour is left for the clock to struck 5 and i have still not cast my vote. Am about to leave. Hope to make a good choice. This is my first vote for Loksabha candidate.. have studied little abt the candidate and i think i know who i will vote for. Ours is the only reserved Loksabha constituency in Delhi. Reserved for SC/ST candidate I think. I have seen almost zilch campaigning here where i live this time. There has been more of campaigning for people to vote than about which party to vote for.

I gtgo.

It is high time. Will finish this post as i come. Happy Voting

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Random mumblings

Emotions.. why do they loom large over all of us? Those of us who are in touch with our spiritual side as well as those who just touch the surface, never taking the plunge. I keep diving in the abyss of good old thinking about life. I keep doing that.. reading people.. trying to picture life on a chessboard and trying to place people, situations in on it.. trying to see from up above.. trying to know why where what. 

I wish things were different. I wish my life was fuller, happier and greener. The plant of life has withered away.. no leaves, no fruit just a dried bush. (Too many metaphors?) This does not mean I don’t value what I have.. 

I want to be happy again. How did it feel? Do I remember? I hate it if/when someone calls me a pessimist.. I think I'm not, but I won't plead my case.. I have been told it is important to do it..so i am trying these days.

Pessimist is one who can't see the greener pastures even if they are there; Optimist is one who thinks he is on the greenest patch, Realist is one who realises there are better grasslands when he misses softer grass and tries to do something to make better this one?; Dreamer the one who wants the perfect meadow, complete with the horse and the hound.. rain and the cloud..with a stream nearby and the gushing sound. I think Realistic and Dreamer have a purpose..the other two are pitiable but yes, they are happier. (btw what happens if you switch the analogies for the Pessimist and the Optimist above? They still fit perfectly don't they? Same difference.)

Is dreaming too bad? They say you should dream but when you do what happens? Nothing really, till you channel your dream into actions and conviction that it can be done. And even if it leaves you saddened, don't give up as long as the rein is in your hands cz dreaming is the next best thing to achieving. 

Most successful people are those who sell dreams, the most lauded bunch of words are those that motivate you to dream (remember, "I have a dream"- speech or "You can win"); the most enjoyable moments of our lives are when a dream comes true. However tiny-winy it maybe. Even if it’s of the same ilk as eating an icecream at midnight.

But let’s be honest, dreaming is very very dangerous too. 

 

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

diary 1



Since many days i have been wanting..yearning in fact to write here..about how i am feeling and my life in general..like many people do in their blogs but each time, i caught myself just in time. Whatever i wrote wasn't posted. There were reasons for this. The first thing that stopped me was hesitation of opening up my heart to the world..there are people i know who would read it and there are those who i thought would feel "why would we wanna read abt this person"..

Another fear was that since i have been down almost all of the past few months..gloom filled my life. And anyway even if i were happy humans are such that pain leaves its scars while happiness just flows by..like a stream.. like a dream.. ( Is it this what makes happiness such a sought after state of being? ) Being an optimist at heart but also someone driven by emotions, it came like a dilemma to me. Either i could be true to myself or I could be someone who writes about positive things in life so that i don't add to the negativity around me and so i am reminded of my blessings. Now if I were to be honest, I would be again exposing my innermost turbulence and at the same time I thought such suicidal mentations are to be kept to oneself. So..if not something depressing then what would I write? I believe a writer's pen (alright, keypad) somewhere somehow does share a resonance with her state of mind. And if i were to follow the latter option, that is, to be someone who writes about positive things in life, i would be lying to my self... 



Today i shed all those fears.



1. I should not care who reads.. even if these are people I know, I will be me in the end, and if it gets too much I would do something about it (i should be good at it.. i changed my phone number twice in 2 years)



2. I would be true to me..and not stuff my emotions in the recesses of my mind. Na.. negativity is bad when inside.. and good when shared or when given a vent to go out.. it is like water.. it evaporates perhaps.. i don't know.. but I choose to be honest here. I don't have to put up a face for not wanting to be a cry baby. Happy or sad this is me. I am sure writing here would act like therapy.



3. Lastly and most importantly--I like this blog of mine. A place to call my own.

Monday, May 4, 2009

By Anonymous

This one is by anonymous.. would love to know who is behind it..I tried to find out but couldn't. I really connect with this one.

Mat kaho aakash mein kohra ghana hai
ye kisi ki vyaktigat aalochna hai

Surya humne bhi nahi dekha subeh se
kya karoge surya ka kya dekhna hai

Is sadak par is qadar keechad bichi hai
har kisi ka paon ghutno tak 
sana hai

Paksh aur vipaksh sansad mein miukhar hain
baat itni hai ki koi pul bana hai

Rakt varshon se naso mein khaultaa hai
aap kehte hain kshnik uttejna hai

Ho gayi har ghaat par puri vyavstha
shauk se doobe jise bhi doobna hai

Doston! ab manch par suvidha nahi hai
aaj kal nepathya mein sambhawna hai

Poorva Chalne Ke Batohi..


Another one by Harivansh Rai Bachchan.. reading him one realises what classics are made of. The stanzas in bold..these i remember from class eighth..and they struck a chord somewhere.. and it was only sometime back that i was able to retrieve the whole of the poem with the help of these words.

Poorva chalne ke batohi, 
baat ki pehchaan kar le 


Pustako mein hai nahi 
Chhapi gayi iski kahani. 
Haal iska gynat hota Hai 
na auro ki zubaani. 


Anginat raahi gaye 
Is raah se, unkaa pataa kyaa? 
Par gaye kucch log is par 
Chhod pairo ki nishaani.


Yeh nishaani mook hokar 
Bhi bahut kuch bolti hai. 
Khol iskaa arth panthi 
Path ka anumaan kar le.


Poorva chalne ke batohi, 
baat ki pehchaan kar le.


Yeh buraa hai yaa ki accha 
Vyarth din is par bitaana, 
Ab asambhav chhod yeh path 
Doosre par pag badhaana. 


Tu ise accha samajh, 
Yatra saral isse banegi. 
Soch mat keval tujhe hi 
Yeh padaa man mei bitana


Har safal panthi yahi 
Vishvaas le is par badhaa hai 
Tu isi par aaj apne 
Chit ka avdhaan kar le.


Poorva chalne ke batohi, 
baat ki pehchaan kar le.


Hai anishchit kis jagah par 
Sarit, giri, gahvar milenge
Hai anishchit kis jagah par
Baag ban sundar milenge


Kis jagah yatra khatam ho
Jayegi yeh bhi anishchit 
Hai anishchit kab suman kab 
Kantako ke shar milenge, 


Kaun sahasaa choot jayenge, 
Milienge kaun sahasaa. 
Aa pade kuch bhi, rookegaa 
Tu na, aisi aan kar le




Swapna aata hai sukhon ka 
driga korkon mein deepti aati 
pankh kag jaatey pagon ko 
lalakti unmukt chaati


raste ka ek kaanta 
paon ka dil cheer deta
rakt ki do boond girti 
ek duniya doob jati 


aankh mein ho swapna lekin 
paaon prithvi par tikey hon 
kantakon ki is anokhi 
seekh ka sammaan karle 


Poorva chalne ke batohi, 
baat ki pehchaan karle

Jo Beet Gayi So Baat Gayi

Sharing some of my favourite hindi poems in a series. This one is by Harivansh Rai Bachchan.. you must have read it before



Jo Beet Gayi So Baat Gayi


Jeevan mein ek sitara tha
Maana woh behad pyara tha
Woh doob gaya to doob gaya
Ambar ke aanan ko dekho
Kitne iske tare toote
Kitne iske pyare chhoote
Jo chhoot gaye phir kahan mile
Par bolo toote taron par
Kab ambar shok manata hai

Jo beet gayi so baat gayi ....

Jeewan mein tha who ek kusum
The us pe nitya nyochawar tum
Wo sookh gaya to sookh gaya
Madhuwan ki chaati ko dekho
Sookhi kitni iski kaliyan
Jo murjhai phir kahan khili
Par bolo sookhe phoolon pe
Kab madhuvan shok manata hai ?

Jo beet gayi so baat gayi

Jeewan mein madhu ka pyala tha
Tumne tan man de daala tha
Woh toot gaya to toot gaya
Madiralay ka aangan dekho
Kitne pyaale hil jaate hain
Gir mitti mein mil jate hain
Jo girte hain kab uthte hain
Par bolo toote pyalon mein 

kab madiralay pachtata hai ?

Jo beet gayi so baat gayi

Mridu mitti ke hain bane huye

Madhu ghat phoota hi kartein hain
Laghu jeewan leke aaye hain
Pyale toota hi karte hain
Phir bhi madiralay ke andar
Madhu ke ghat madhu ke pyale hain
Jo madakta ke mare hain
Wo madhu loota hi karte hain
Wo kachcha peene wala hai
Jiski mamta ghat pyalon par
Jo sachche madhu se jala hua
Kab rota hai chillata hai?

Friday, May 1, 2009

Panther!


Introducing to my blog.. the love of my life! the sparkle of my eyes! It doesn't matter if you have bitten all my shoes atleast once, it doesn't matter that you jump more when Hina comes home than when i do!, it doesn't matter if you do naughty things with maxie, it doesn't matter that you distract me when i'm trying to study!! nothing matters..just that you are you! :)

Will post more pics in time