Freedom…


free·dom —- the state of being free or at liberty rather than in confinement or under physical restraint:

the above is what I got from the dictionary, meaning to to the word that India would be celebrating tomorrow. India would be celebrating 60 years of Independence,60 years of being a democratic nation.60 years of change,60 years of culture,60 years of growth,60 years of Constitution and 60 years of liberalization.

now i often keep wondering has India been kept well? did we give her the respect that we fought for?? have we torn her apart? have we made her useless? have we???

I am not sure on we.

I read that the Kashmiri Pandits have been living in temporary accomadations for 17 years…
I hear that the independent Kashmiri thinks that independence for him is in his four walls…
I hear that the villagers in Andhra are tossed and torn between the Police and Naxals…
I hear that the Dalit was killed by upper caste just cause he dug a well to fetch a pail of water…
I heard that Imphal is ruled by AFSAPA and not by democracy…
I hear that Gujrat roits are still raw….
I hear that children are dying of mal nutriton in a village close to the upscale delhi…

I hear that freedom is just not celebration…
Freedom is the way to give away fear…
Freedom is not written in books…
Freedom is still not near to me……….

….the sad part is that I only think of all this a day before 15Th…….

my kind of woman…

her hair is open like the wild Ganges….
her mouth is soft like velvet and wet…
her eyes are a mystery to the observer in day light or in dark…
her long hands are like the stems of the jasmine….
her fingers are like vine they cling on to you…
her toes remind you of the pebbles near the ocean…
her hips are born to rule and swing you along..
her legs are fine like the stretch at the woods….

her body is yours for day and for night…
her soul remains untouched for today and forever….
this her is the she, who lives not by rules…
she lives in a land where she is her own muse…..

she is every women i know, she is the epitome of the earth below and the ruler of the blue skies above….
she s free like the wind, she flows like the river, she laughs like the rain and dances with the trees….
she lives in your heart..hear her close your eyes and hear her…..

Bond the name Ruskin Bond


the post is not about the man in the title.every time i read bond they end up giving me chills. they remind me of the chilly nights I spent in Mussoorie.

I met a guy once in Hyderabad for he had come along with Delhiwallahs to attend a SPIMACAY convention. he was lean thin and a total freak. i met another the same day he had come all the way from Dubai.he gave him attitude at the registration counter. i was like 14,15 or 16 teen yrs and in charge of the registration counter then. we had our differences on the first day…

SPICMACAY as you all know or do not is an organisation started by Dr. Kiran Seth to promote indian music,dance,art and culture all acorss the globe…

Coming back to that year i think it was 1993 or 94, we had to sit in this meeting on day one, that is where all the seniors meet and discuss about who is going to be in charge of what. So, without knowing all three of us were trying to avoid any kind of charge, i wanted to have fun and it was same with them. So, when they asked who would be in charge of the Footwear counter, no one raised hands and I did and I could see 2 more hands in the air and that had to be M and R.

We smiled and we were also responsible to wake up junta at 5 in the morning for yoga. ha ha sure we did????

we made the most out of collecting footwear, keeping it safe and returning it to the owner at the end of each concert. mind you it sure is a tough business. i mean you need to remember who they belonged to and what if the guest looses his number tag and all. we did every thing any young entrepreneur would do to keep those shoes rolling in and out. I still remember the nights we spent at that little hut.( you have to know now that when u attend a concert at SPCIMACAY, you would have to leave your footwear outside so that is why we were posted, to take care of them)

slowly the footwear counter turned out to be the most happening joint in the convention. we loved having people over and many of them wanted to be a part of this elite group. we had no choice but to say a blunt NO!

then we departed and met after many years in 2000 in days when we were no sure on where we were going and drove through the hills of Mussoorie. I think we left our young selves there and i wish to go back and reunite with these people who in a way mean the world to me….

just like that

time seems to pass by even with no work, no corporate nonsense nothing. it was just like i got up a min ago and vavavroom time just went way ahead. i wrote and wrote and wrote my fingers ache. i am not sleepy and moreover i want to have a cuppa masala chai. i might just get out to have one at 2 am in the morning wake up few friends and take them along.

life seems to have come to full circle for the past 7 years. i was working in hyd,went to the capital then landed in garden city and now back to hometown. however it seems that i have earned loads of friends, made few silly goofy mistakes,made enemies, came across strangers who came from nowhere to help me , grew up,had a kid,travelled like mad,got drunk,sat on top of a lorry,got lost in a station, met some famous , some not so famous people.fell in love,broke up,gained 10 kilos,lost 15 kilos….have a small friends family unit…lost elder bro,got myself another bro……started to blog……..and so on…

but god dam it took freaking 7 years to get to do what i want to do in life…..

maybe the seven year itch applies to in all aspects of life!!!!!!!!!!

Patience…

I am sitting at the table trying to write, the gate opens and my neighbor walks in drunk. his wife has been waiting for him all evening and night.

“who the F asked you to wait for me” he screams.
“i was worried for you” she said.
“Why do you think I am a little boy?”
“no, no it is just that it was raining so..” so what you bloody B saying this he falls flat on his face. he did not even have the energy to walk till the door. she picked him up like a flower,took him in and put him to bed.

I was watching this from my window, looked at her to ask if she needs help breaking his bones…

she smiled and shook her head pleading me to ignore this commotion…………

He was smelling and reeking of alcohol and she was smelling and reeking of Patience…….

Just Me

Plain Bitchy…that is wht i feel like being today…dont you at times…Just be a
B$%^& and just take on roll on and freak out everyone around you…I wonder what it takes to be the same by profession.say like you hate someone or want to just kick someones butt and you have no clue what to do??? then contact the B service and we shall do it for you at a nominal fee.Service shall be quick and you will come back to give us a list of more people you want to thrash..

Like right now I would like to bitch about this cousin of mine who is a total jerk, who thinks that being cool is new word in town and keeps staring at my laptop when i am chatting or writing or my neighbor who thinks being cool is wearing pink pants and a red tee..

felt like just sitting with a cuppa cofee with a friend or 2 and just lash out…do it. I am telling you it works like magic. pour your heart out use as much as bad words, you can wash your mouth later…but at the end of day feel like air….feel light and free……………

No one Told Me

no one told me that it would not end in a day,
that it would take years for it to lay quite.

no one told me it would bring back in tears,
that they can flow without any reason.

no one told me that my place would be wiped out,
that it would be replaced by what you call “good friend”.

no one told me i would have to be brave,
that i would have to put on a mask and face people.

no one told me i would have to sit on the same sofa,
that it would make my blood boil.

no one told me it would be hard to walk in there,
that the shadow of someone unkown will linger around.

no one told me that i would look for smells,
and feel sick in my stomach.

no one told me that it was going to break me piece by piece,
that at the end i would have to hold on to memories.

no one,no one told me that this day would come………