Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Mi SS ed :)

I missed this space . I had a lot on mind but could on press the tabs and publish things here . None complicated though . Perhaps impressions of a semi-idle, mainly engrossed cerebrum .

The first thing I wanted to write about was food . Mangoes in particular . If you haven't had mangoes , sweet delicious yellow things in existence , then your life is surely futile . I observed my appetite for mangoes has grown humongous and I ogle at them as soon as I open the fridge and wish instantly that I could have all of them , the very moment. I pity those  who, because of unavoidable reasons, cannot have mangoes . God bless you guys :) There is nothing like eating mango seed like an obsessed kid that would do anything to savour this food of summers.
Mangoes can certainly spread sweetness into this malign world . It sweeps  into my sweet parts , like a perfume intrudes the skin aroma . I wish you a mangolicious summers ! Yes I know thats not a word , but you are smart enough to get the idea.

The next big thing , or say little slimy thing I wanted to write about was women . I myself being a girl , find  some species of my clan quite disheartening , some weird , some voracious extroverts , but still , somehow , all into existence and all acceptable . I was recently watching a movie scene ( not very patient with movies ) , in which this girl was tricking her Ex-husband by fake wailing and moaning about something that she wanted him to do for her. And I realized how mean this act was . We (read women) easily make voices , exaggerate matters to the extent that even an ant can feel like an elephant and still we do not appreciate the men around us for buying into our nonsense (not always tough) . More disgustingly , we blame them to be flatterers ?? How on earth will that creature escape from a wail and a moan ? They are thankfully , not as insensitive as my clan . And I don't know why I always thought that I am a female chauvinist , but I guess I', degrading day by day :P

Another thing that kept me busy all this while was Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi's ~ The last song of dusk . I like a lot of thiings about this writer , in particular his eye for situations . He describes them so beautifully that after each chapter I finish of this book , I feel soaked in ambrosia , something that not only can save my life , but of millions of people . He has the clout to bring your wildest and weakest emotions to reality , just like the remembrance of a song you once loved . I have never read someone's work so carefully . Nor do I think I will (not patient with books either) . I usually read books with the intention of finishing them off soon . But this I read with all my will , to breathe , preserve and live each page . Such that I can ponder upon its beauty and think about it later during the day . He is magic with words .

A friend of mine recently went abroad to study and was narrating me some of his encounters with people there . And I realized , perhaps , apart from the majority of India , people are very broad minded . More than my 'very' can suffice for. Perhaps that's the sole reason why public's thoughts and needs are paid a lot of heed . More than my "a lot of " can suffice for . They are listened , obeyed and their welfare is counted . They face less issues of corruption and food inflation and raised diesel prices , probably because their governments know , how much a common man there ears and how much they can willingly spend . Yes we certainly need to imbibe somethings from this culture . Some good things our politicians can look forward too . In this way a lot of useless policies , like counting of black money and investing time and resources of such talented brains (which can be put to productivity to introduce betterment in the budget ) into such paperwork can be saved .
I feel I'm on a rescue spree ! :P

I will very soon come up with guys diary entry part 3 . Lot's on my devil mind .

Wake up, my post is over ! :P You mean sleepy head ;)

Saturday, May 21, 2011

MusT WOrk ..

The pebble shying away in my presence
And the leaf fell like a whirlwind drowning in this earth
The monkey dazed, stared in disgust
On my perplexed face under the sun
As I understood the sun's rage on me
He struck me with a wild downpour
As I listed my choices , priorities and places
He ruined the routes to them
Perhaps all taken wrong , perhaps He chose his own set of people
Favoured , pleasant an pleased
And not toxically grumpy like me
As I closed my eyes to give up
He retorted " some thing will work , so stay here ."
No matter how blemished , fatigued and disheartened I was
As God said , I waited till it worked out

Sunday, May 15, 2011

The Great F word !

So conveniently it conveys what I mean.

One expressive middle finger !

Yes , its time my things get done .

Monday arrives . 

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Flies !

It never takes permission ! Annoying creation this time is ! All it knows is to fly super fast in good days
I almost laugh at the day I first came to this place . My exact words were , "mom all this girls will eat me up ! "
And I was not wrong , I no longer exist in one piece ! They ate a lot of me! :)
For those who helped me survive, in literal sense were a handful of people . I have the count on my fingers. Such reality and illusion these girls were . For at times they were really absurd in their possessiveness about me and unreal because they dived along with me , as and when I wanted !
Plain crazy !
We share hundreds of jokes . Repeated , stale , but still producing laughter , rather gigs !
We hear stories , again and again and again . And can recite them by word till now !
We still share music , my abandoned choices never leave the urge to be heard . And they never pay heed, they so purely hate my music choice and I still love them for this!
We ignore each other freely , no compulsions or formalities , and the very next moment jump into a loud gossip with the same set of folks . Unpredictable yet together.
We spend a lot of time thinking about food . Imagining pizzas and pasta's and a lot of other stuff . I wonder if I will ever enjoy eating alone . Milk is loved only because it gives some extra time to chit chat over the fixed mess table.
Laziness is a mounting parameter in each one of us , and we can make silliest of reasons to put work over the other person . Its only about moving an inch to open the almirah ! but still we have contenders and conditions running through our brain for the huge task ! ;)
Choices are no choices ! its always a group thing. For one we order chilly paneer and for one we usually go for coffee , for me the sizzler comes and one fights with the other if she misses on her chow-mien order.
While we study together its more of a party . We never forage for food , we always rely on the inertia laziness causes.
We love going on the roof when its rainy ! Just because one of us is a sky lover ! And she literally ogles the sky !
We love laughing at one ! Her laughter makes us smile! And she never minds it !
We watch one getting confused at blink of an eye and laugh , rather than clear the confusion . We let each other grow :P
We love one for her kiddish smile and her ubiquitous sympathy with strangers ! She wins one and all !
We love one for being unique in her own ways and a free soul !
We love one for being our pet snake for the lifetime , and that her hands love her cheeks and we adore the scene created henceforth ! :P
We love one for being a tiny sweet calm soul . We fail to provoke her too at times , she does her own things , in her own sensible way.

We are habitual of the habits and not irritable of the irritations . Its all more than routine , and deeper than the deepest instincts within.
We are not nostalgic of leaving , but determinant to keep in touch 
We know we wont cry for each other , but will yearn 

We have fights over which place we will go together and spend time
We remind each other daily of the number of days left , not a word less , not a word more .
We make charts and write silly things
Make birthdays sometimes the most dull day of our lives , with a ritual of never wishing on time and jumping over the cake and still very cutely make up for it.
We pretend that we wont miss each other , till the first day of separation only I assure  .
We are obvious in every move and catch at one sight if the other is sad
And sadness is then cured only by making fun of it ;)
We are heavily doped with facebook and stumble and discuss every useless and useful thing.
And instill the pet words all over like a spell !

We shout , scream , create magic !
And we know we are so used to each other , that life away would be next to impossible .
Yes we want the same set of people all over again , at every step in life from now on !

A few Days to Go , Time will fly ! :)

I will miss you . Till we meet again !

~to Zonked ( my group ) ...on special request :P ( such adorable frankness ) <3
~from saki

Monday, May 9, 2011

LaSt touCh ...

Tuck me a little closer
It has been a long time
Yes , your arms around
And the shoulder here my side
With this night I will leave
On a distant journey with you not near
Beats of the body will halt
I don't know how much that will count as peace
While in your cocoon I rest
And tire you to your unrest in sleep
I will wonder about the lonesome morning
That tomorrow you will, without me, breath
Broken a promise , I know I am guilty
But tonight punish me only by binding me to you
I no longer will be able to open my eyes 
So let me rest with the reflection of us , two
I do not have strength tonight
Unarmed by health I am
For till I complete my last poem
Let me lay on your lap
the place where I wish to die 
Hell or Heaven I don't know my place
But  for now , I'm relieved , you are my home
And every time your tears will fall upon my tensed forehead
I will feel the rain again  like last time we were close
Only this will be the wanted love
Only this will be the last touch perhaps
By the end of this , I might fall asleep
Tuck me a little closer 
I know this last sleep will take me far away

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

CaptuRed ?

Abundant stars 
fall silently in the rains , the light
The darkness succumbs when she talked of distance

She smiled in a picture and posted it to him

And safely shut her thoughts of distance

Only when He is still close , He will ask for a picture , And that will make her smile !

To her who mails pictures , and to him who demands :)