At sunset, on the river bank, Krishna
Loved her for the last time and left...
That night in her husband's arms, Radha felt
So dead that he asked, What is wrong,
Do you mind my kisses, love? And she said,
No, not at all, but thought, What is
It to the corpse if the maggots nip?
Saturday, February 14, 2009
A Sweet Little Girl
She skipped the last two steps of the escalator and safely landed on the floor. Hip hip hurrayyy.. She turned facing the escalator and did a mesmerising dancing step.
By then her father landed down. Then hanging on to her father's hand, she - a plump, little, cute girl with rosy cheeks - moved towards the 'centre one' exit. All the way she was twisting, turning, hopping, stamping and doing what ever she can under that constrained hold of her father.
I just couldn't take my eyes from that little cute girl all the way she moved, so attractive was she. The real reward for watching her came just then, as she was about to disappear, holding her father's fingers, she did an excellent underarm turn :-)
By then her father landed down. Then hanging on to her father's hand, she - a plump, little, cute girl with rosy cheeks - moved towards the 'centre one' exit. All the way she was twisting, turning, hopping, stamping and doing what ever she can under that constrained hold of her father.
I just couldn't take my eyes from that little cute girl all the way she moved, so attractive was she. The real reward for watching her came just then, as she was about to disappear, holding her father's fingers, she did an excellent underarm turn :-)
Reena
'Ree..na' called akshayji,
the tone, the softness of that call,
did sow seeds of doubt, in our mind.
Reena, was my class mate for 7 years, a very beautiful girl.
We were in the same class since I joined our school in 5th standard.
There in that school, I came across new new terms like 'pyar', 'prem' vagera vagera.
So a news! Reena is in love with someone in 10th standard.
At that time, at that age, I found it hard to comprehend the chemistry behind.
Yet we said, 'Reena is in love with ...'
So we asked akshayji, 'yeh kon hai bhai, ree..na?'
Did he blushed?
Nope.. why should he?
He was in doubt whether the ping-pong ball touched the net or not!
So he asked 'ree..naa'.
the tone, the softness of that call,
did sow seeds of doubt, in our mind.
Reena, was my class mate for 7 years, a very beautiful girl.
We were in the same class since I joined our school in 5th standard.
There in that school, I came across new new terms like 'pyar', 'prem' vagera vagera.
So a news! Reena is in love with someone in 10th standard.
At that time, at that age, I found it hard to comprehend the chemistry behind.
Yet we said, 'Reena is in love with ...'
So we asked akshayji, 'yeh kon hai bhai, ree..na?'
Did he blushed?
Nope.. why should he?
He was in doubt whether the ping-pong ball touched the net or not!
So he asked 'ree..naa'.
They Who are Near Me - Rabindranath Tagore
They who are near me do not know that you are nearer to me than they are...
Those who speak to me do not know that my heart is full with your unspoken words...
Those who crowd in my path do not know that I am walking alone with you...
They who love me do not know that their love brings you to my heart...
Those who speak to me do not know that my heart is full with your unspoken words...
Those who crowd in my path do not know that I am walking alone with you...
They who love me do not know that their love brings you to my heart...
Jumping Smash
Yesterday, after the evening, unusually uninspiring, volleyball play, I was there at the A wing. Then my dream, being able to make a jumping smash, came into my mind.. Jumping smash, if we could make, is the most deadly shot, makes the ball stoop near the net, is hard for the opponent to take. In badminton, I could do it.. even in TT, at times even in occasions where it is not required, I does. But volleyball is altogether a different game, the rhythm difficult to find.. and even the net is higher. May be with time it will come..
Any way jumping smash came to my mind.. and I jumped, high, surely without the ball, and I smashed; a mock smash, landed safely, turned to see the audience.. Oops.. a new spectator - sasi sir :-( My dream began to wilt slowly.. embarrassment took over.. and I stooped low to occupy a chair and took refuge behind ripul's cubicle :-)
Any way jumping smash came to my mind.. and I jumped, high, surely without the ball, and I smashed; a mock smash, landed safely, turned to see the audience.. Oops.. a new spectator - sasi sir :-( My dream began to wilt slowly.. embarrassment took over.. and I stooped low to occupy a chair and took refuge behind ripul's cubicle :-)
Glimpses of Life
The locale : the way from my flat at kendriya vihar to the main gate.
A couple of painters painting the porch.
Two tiny tots, one very small, another little big, chirping, leaning against the side wall of the porch, along with a very fat lady.
A middle aged person on his old Enfield entering the main road, speeding away.
A boy, a little acrobat, stopping his cycle, without touching the ground, then moving.
An elderly man, walking, with his pyjama pulled up to avoid getting wet.
A sparrow.
An elderly lady, with a bag, rushing back to her flat.
A very old grandpa with his very little grandchild.
A cycle, with a couple of screws loose, moves slowly, making lot of noice.
A couple of painters painting the porch.
Two tiny tots, one very small, another little big, chirping, leaning against the side wall of the porch, along with a very fat lady.
A middle aged person on his old Enfield entering the main road, speeding away.
A boy, a little acrobat, stopping his cycle, without touching the ground, then moving.
An elderly man, walking, with his pyjama pulled up to avoid getting wet.
A sparrow.
An elderly lady, with a bag, rushing back to her flat.
A very old grandpa with his very little grandchild.
A cycle, with a couple of screws loose, moves slowly, making lot of noice.
Pantrah matlab?
At about 8:00 pm I left NCST for Kendriya Vihar. It was drizzling lightly. I stopped an auto rickshaw, and when I got in the rickshaw driver uttered 'panthra rupaya'. I replied 'bees'. Again he repeated 'panthrah', 'bees' came my reply.
Then I started : dus, gyarah, barah, therah, chautah, panthrah.. ohhh panthrah? Then I asked 'panthrah matlab fifteen?', then came his reply: 'aap ne kya sotcha?'
Normally people charges twenty rupees for KV. When I heard 'panthrah', something different from 'bees', I presumed it is twenty five.
Then I started : dus, gyarah, barah, therah, chautah, panthrah.. ohhh panthrah? Then I asked 'panthrah matlab fifteen?', then came his reply: 'aap ne kya sotcha?'
Normally people charges twenty rupees for KV. When I heard 'panthrah', something different from 'bees', I presumed it is twenty five.
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