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.
Poetry - Pablo Neruda
And it was at that age ...
Poetry arrived in search of me.
I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure nonsense,
pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw the heavens
unfastened and open,
planets, palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void, likeness, image of mystery,
felt myself a pure part of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
Poetry arrived in search of me.
I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure nonsense,
pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw the heavens
unfastened and open,
planets, palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void, likeness, image of mystery,
felt myself a pure part of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
The Girl with an Umbrella
It was raining heavily when I saw her, a girl in her teens with her mother. We all were standing on the verandah of Navaratna hotel at Vashi to escape from the rain. It was then a lady holding a very little child approached the girl. Apparently that lady's car was parked a bit far, and she had no umbrella. So the girl accompanied her to the car. The lady thanked the girl, and the girl reciprocated with a sweet smile, turned back and closed her umbrella. A moment passed, she realised, with a blush, that it was still raining heavily:).
Meanwhile a loud laughter erupted from the audience.
Meanwhile a loud laughter erupted from the audience.
Halva Erasers
My sister wrote about her children, playing 'under' the table. 'Under' the table is a marvelous place long lost, yet so dearly, and, i hope, will stay on dearly forever.
I count my childhood days as the most wonderful time I had ever spent. Then, we (me and my brother) too were very imaginative as any other children of our age. And surprisingly many a time our imaginations matched. Be as a 'physician', with all the plantain plants as patients, who gave quite a lot of injections to all :) or as a 'malik' of all the brick buses of the toilet wall. Our favorite bus was a bus(brick) with a different look, a deformed brick.
We had a cupboard car, we both used to get inside and drive. It was near perfect darkness inside when the door was closed. And a little hole on the door offered a ray of light. My brother always occupied the side seat, for he feared the darkness, i guess. The only others who ventured into the cupboard were innumerable cats and rats. For cats it was a place safe for its newborn kittens. Rats found it a heaven with lot of old cloths to test how sharp their teeth was.
And there comes.. the muddy world.. It was real fun. We made quite a lot mud houses but the condition of the nearby whitewashed wall got pathetic after all these plays, not to tell about 'us':) But surprisingly we never got punished for any of these:) During the rainy season we never got any rest, as we were having the sole responsibility of all the irrigation related works.
Once we made a two storied building with palm leaves and wooden planks. We even used to sit on the top of it in chairs:) One day it collapsed :( After that only pinku was able to be on top, he being small. We had two guava trees which we used as our buses. One even had a seat shaped branch. Unable to withstand our increasing weights or so one of them collapsed while we were on the move. I dont remember any toys as such, nor we had much!! But then what more is needed apart from all those living playmates of nature :).
Then comes the 'erasers'(rubber), our parents used to bring when they were back from their workplace. Those had a very beautiful appearance, transparent red, green.. colours with a very sweet fragrance making it nearly impossible for us not to taste it. We called it 'halva eraser'. So each time our parents left for work we always reminded them of the 'halva rubber' which they were to bring at the weekend.
Now only few of our old playmates are left, many perished with the passage of time:(. For me nostalgic moments, memoirs of a world lost for ever, always comes accompanied with a great deep sadness. I don't really know why.
I count my childhood days as the most wonderful time I had ever spent. Then, we (me and my brother) too were very imaginative as any other children of our age. And surprisingly many a time our imaginations matched. Be as a 'physician', with all the plantain plants as patients, who gave quite a lot of injections to all :) or as a 'malik' of all the brick buses of the toilet wall. Our favorite bus was a bus(brick) with a different look, a deformed brick.
We had a cupboard car, we both used to get inside and drive. It was near perfect darkness inside when the door was closed. And a little hole on the door offered a ray of light. My brother always occupied the side seat, for he feared the darkness, i guess. The only others who ventured into the cupboard were innumerable cats and rats. For cats it was a place safe for its newborn kittens. Rats found it a heaven with lot of old cloths to test how sharp their teeth was.
And there comes.. the muddy world.. It was real fun. We made quite a lot mud houses but the condition of the nearby whitewashed wall got pathetic after all these plays, not to tell about 'us':) But surprisingly we never got punished for any of these:) During the rainy season we never got any rest, as we were having the sole responsibility of all the irrigation related works.
Once we made a two storied building with palm leaves and wooden planks. We even used to sit on the top of it in chairs:) One day it collapsed :( After that only pinku was able to be on top, he being small. We had two guava trees which we used as our buses. One even had a seat shaped branch. Unable to withstand our increasing weights or so one of them collapsed while we were on the move. I dont remember any toys as such, nor we had much!! But then what more is needed apart from all those living playmates of nature :).
Then comes the 'erasers'(rubber), our parents used to bring when they were back from their workplace. Those had a very beautiful appearance, transparent red, green.. colours with a very sweet fragrance making it nearly impossible for us not to taste it. We called it 'halva eraser'. So each time our parents left for work we always reminded them of the 'halva rubber' which they were to bring at the weekend.
Now only few of our old playmates are left, many perished with the passage of time:(. For me nostalgic moments, memoirs of a world lost for ever, always comes accompanied with a great deep sadness. I don't really know why.
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