that thing i did...

Aisi Rimjhim Aisi Puhaaren

Aisi Hi Thi Barsaat

The sky turned a steel grey,

The clouds had something to say…

The winds tried playing with my hair,

It may rain hard here…

Or leave behind just a fond tear….

Khud Se Judaa Aur Jug Se Paraaye

Hum Dono The Saath

We walked together-our fingers searching for eternity,

Our hearts showed us the way to serenity….

We drank with our eyes-the red wine from love’s grail,

Our eyes met, our desires set sail-

Just the beginning of our tale…

Phir Se Woh Saawan Ab Kyon Na Aaye

It hurts only when I breathe…

Shattering of our blue confetti dream,

Fading away of our little world into the blinding beam.

It rains again today-

The clouds again have something to say….

They cry on me-drenching me with their pain….

Din Dhal Jaye Par Raat Na Aaye…….

P.S:this is something i used to do long time back,i used to take paragraphs of some of my favourite songs and then try creating poetry with what the lines meant to me...this one's from "Guide"

the home coming...

the first step on the city's tarmac and i knew i was home...
i knew that beyond that wall,everyone speaks my language...
i knew that the faces which will greet me will have smiles...
i knew the taxis would be yellow ambassadors instead of those black and yellow monsters back there...
i knew phuchka will be called "phuchka" and not "golgappa"...
i knew "adda" will no more just another "bong" word uttered by those who come from "cal"...
i knew i would be sleeping on my bed...after what seems like an eternity...
its crazy how you take things for granted...
your bed,your room...and even your WC...this is when you realise their worth!
i am back...to where i belong...
and yes,hong kong restaurant got a new banner :)...
and lords' is all done up with airtel ads!

Paper

Colours.Shapes.They make life what it is.
The huge rectangular navy blue sky rained that night.
Colourless drops of hope.
Felt like heaven,or a lot like it.
Our grey city was bathed by the neons that evening.
Me in green.You in crimson.
Little square taxis and long blue buses stopped to see us by.
Smiles were smiled,Zimmerman signed-
On a white cylinder in a white box.
Sands of time drew a shape-
On the land we stand on.
Today,that circle is complete again,
And we are under the same sky.
Blue winged butterflies dance on our palms-
Drawing white lines of dreams-old and new,
And we are glad that,now,they're all true.

Godot..

Down the rusted stairs which go
round and round,
In that little white room-
That's where they met.
She came looking for the dreams he sold,
As he sat painting dreams with cigarette smoke...
She looked around,took a chair,
He weaved dreams into the air.
The keyhole brought in a streak of dust-
It went through the rings of smoke he drew.
A hint of smile played on her lips,
She knew this was the one she wanted.
He sold it for a tear and a half...,
And the bargain was made.
The dream would be lived when the westward wind
Would bring in clouds of rain.
The tears would be shed by these clouds-
On his broken windowpane.
She looked through the keyhole and felt the sun,
Maybe,tomorrow,it will rain again...

If I were a beginning, I would be:- the beginning of the monsoons
If I were a month, I would be: -October
If I were a day of the week, I would be :– Friday
If I were a time of day, I would be: - Dawn
If I were a planet, I would be:-Pluto
If I were a season, I would be:- Monsoons
If I were a sea animal, I would be:-Sea Anemone
If I were a direction, I would be:-Parallel
If I were a piece of furniture, I would be:-An old Rocking Chair
If I were a sin, I would be:-Lust
If I were a liquid, I would be:-the first drop of tear
If I were a fraud/scare, I would be:-"Peter the Cheater"
If I were a gem, I would be:-Emerald
If I were a tree, I would be:-Maple
If I were a tool, I would be –A Pair of Scissors
If I were a flower/plant, I would be:- A Blue Orchid
If I were a kind of weather, I would be:-A thunderstorm,digging up the graves of past
If I were a musical instrument, I would be:-a Violin
If I were an animal, I would be:- Tiger
If I were an emotion, I would be:-Melancholy
If I were a vegetable, I would be:-Lady's Finger
If I were a sound, I would be:-the distant strains of a flute
I were an element, I would be:-Fire
If I were a car, I would be:-Rolls Royce
If I were a song, I would be:-Fix you
If I were a food, I would be:-Phuchka
If I were a place, I would be:-the Marianas Trench
If I were a material, I would be:-Satin
If I were a taste, I would be:-the taste of soil in your mouth after a fall
If I were a scent, I would be:-the scent of a new born.
If I were a religion, I would be:-Courage
If I were a sentence, I would be:-the one on my gravestone
If I were a body part, I would be:-the cornea.
If I were a facial expression, I would be:-the right eyebrow lift
If I were a subject in college, I would be:-Modern Indian Drama
If I were a shape, I would be:-ellipse
If I were a quantity, I would be:-a yard
If I were a colour, I would be:-black
If I were a thing, I would be:-a Gramophone
If I were a landmass, I would be:-an island in the middle of the pacific
If I were a book, I would be:-"The Color Purple"
If I were a monument, I would be:-the leaning tower of pisa
If I were an artist, I would be:-colouring the town red
If I were a collection of poems, I would be:-Ariel
If I were a landscape, I would be:-the grand canyon
If I were a watch, I would be.- simple with a black leather strap
If I were God, I would be:-stressed
If I were a vowel, I would be: U
If I were a consonant, I would be: Z
If I were a formula, I would be:-(A+B)^2=A^2+B^2+2AB
If I were a Science, I would be:-Biology
If I were a theory, I would be:-The theory of fluid mechanics
If I were a famous person, I would be.:-A violinist.
If I were an electronic equipment, I would be:-an alarm clock
If I were sport, I would be:-Chess
If I were a movie, I would be:-The Pianist
If I were a cartoon, I would be:-Veronica Lodge
If I were an explorer, I would be:-Amerigo Vespucci
If I were a scientist, I would be:-a mad woman
If I were a relation, I would be:-a mother
If I were a river, I would be:-Saryu
If I were intoxication, I would be:-Ecstasy
If I were alone, I would be:-lonely
If I were a question, then I would be:-what the fuck?
If I were a hobby, I would be:-Painting
If I were a habit, I would be:-Putting the toilet seat down
If I were in an atom, I would be:-a neutron
If I were an end, I would be:-the end of time.
If I were you, I would be:-envious

it's crazy watching the rains from the english dept ledge...
rains have always been special to me...
those tiffin times at school when we ran around in the muddy field with our uniforms sticking to our bodies....
that run to the phuchkawallah when it rained in golf green...
those endless hours of chitchat and the world of gossips unveiled in that dark staircase...
that rainy evening ,that phone call as i ran to the tolly metro...
the gradual darkening of the sky...the clouds...the drops...
exhilarating.
the janpath shops which brought down their shutters....
the wet roads infront of eatopia....
the leaking roof of the NSD verandah...
those chats under the leaking shade of the hauz khas bus stop...
those movies watched at siri fort with hair dripping with water...
the runs through the field...splashing mud,singing,shouting...becoming the kids we were...

whether it's park street or punjabi bagh,gariahat or greater kailash...
the rains are just what they used to be...
magical,refreshing and exhilarating.

two weeks

two weeks in college!
i would be lying if i said i dont like it...what the hell,i seem to be loving it!
the majestic red brick building casts a spell on me each morning....the lush green lawn with the plants etching out the college emblem....the audi...the orientations...this is what i always wanted to do,always wanted to live through.
we have these huge railing-less french windows with wide seating spaces....this is where i am always found...barefoot,leaning down from the third storey,watching girls walk in and walk out...with their varied expressions,vivid bitchings and eyes which dream on...
but in the midst of it all,i miss home...the moment i find myself enjoying college,i pine to have shreya with me...my best friend with whom i have shared the smallest of joys and biggest of fears...the moment i dig into the bhel puri outside college,i miss suryaa who couldnt let keep her hands off my bhel puri back home,miss anindita when i smile to myself at some perverted hidden meaning i find out of prosaic stuff,which no one else gets...miss the corridor which takes you the library where this bunch of girls laughed away their times unaware of the years of solitude which were to follow...
but yes,i am not friend less here...made some of the cutest ones...virge,adreeka,zoya,nair,tara,sara....
they are the reasons why i dont cry for home nowadays...the tears dont come,but the heart aches and pines and the mind wanders off to the bustling gariahat more teeming with people,or the dingy JU corridors where my best friend is busy chatting up with her new friends...or the white house in Beniapukur lane where two souls dreamt their dreams together...
i love college,i love the siri fort audi,love the TGIF food,love the drive to Noida...but all that is reduced to zilch next to my love for the place i call home,the place where i loved and i hated,i learnt and i faltered,i met and i departed, and did so much more...

randomness

i am in a new city...
with new people...
talking a new language,
and walking new roads...
sometimes the newness just gets too much and i am made to crave...
for the dusty lanes i grew up in ...
the "aaste ladies" of the conductors...
the "phuchka" in the "shaal pata"....

and in short i am reminded and made to crave for the place i call home and this blog is the only remnant i have of it...
and i cant help but get back!!
so guys,i am back i think!

last post

This happens to be my last blog post. Maybe I wont delete my blog, it will be there bearing a testimony to the times I suffered under the biggest misconception of my life.

Right now, in this city, there happens to be around 60 people who write better than me so I would rather request you not to waste your time reading this “substandard” blog of mine.

Thanks to all of you who have read the incorrigible shit that I write and left behind comments.

I have loved it all this while...and I am sure it would have got only better in all the times to come.

But I am not worthy of better times...

Thanks a lot.

P.S:I don’t want your sympathies or your requests to blog again

i have been tagged

tagged??!!!i have always dreaded this....

8 things about me:
1.i am unapologetic.i don't repent anything i do-if i have been rude,the person was very well deserving of all the flack he got
2.i used to write stuff,but wont any longer.
3.i am one of those few people who do not like cheesecake-cakes are meant to be sweet and not cheesy(in taste i mean)
4.i have around 25 pairs of shoes which i seldom wear and 100 pairs of earrings which i use and overuse.
5.i am moody.very.(this should have been in the #1 slot)
6.i am too much in love with the city i live in,and would hate to leave it for even the best college in the country
7.i fear i might just end up doing that.
8.i am over rated-everyone overrates me.teachers,parents,boyfriend,girlfriend,senior,junior,sister,brother.EVERYONE!!!

...now do i have tag people??bull!!
i tag neel,indranil and anindita....
i hereby declare that i dont take any responsibility and not,in any way,am liable if the people i tagged dont reciprocate!!

i really don't know what is happening to me or to the world around.
people have become so selfish....no,i am not Mother Teresa part II,but the way old bonds are decaying,it will soon be time to bid each of my "friends" a goodbye.
maybe i am turning into a misfit,but i cant take this anymore....
smiles which lightened up my days have been reduced to a fake curve of the lips...words which meant a world to me are now half hearted attempts at trying to make me feel better.
i repeat,i don't know what's happening to me.
i see my old dreams realising but i don't want them anymore....i am rebelling,i am shouting back....
doing things i have never done...
this is the best of times,this is the worst of times...
i walk on with fragile hopes which break into a thousand pieces on some unknown footpath-trampled by a thousand strangers...
but i walk on...undecided,un planned and disillusioned.