Sunday, August 31, 2008

messages from nowhere...

So some car repair company (Mody Motors) has been sending me messages urging me to collect my car, the existence of which I had no knowledge of till now. It goes something like this:

Dear Customer,
Your vehicle is services and ready for delivery. Job no: 538, the bill amount is 2847

So technically, I have the chances of getting a car by 2847 bucks!!


God, grant me the strength to accept the things I cannot change, The courage to change the things I can, And the wisdom to to hide the bodies of those people I had to kill because they pissed me off!

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

...catching up

Fortunately the two pathetic hours that I was not so looking forward to did not last that long... A distant land struggle issue cut it short. Not that any of us in the class were aware of it but a chance of a sudden respite from the ordeal cannot be left otherwise.

A stuffy auditorium... a couple of teachers and a few students... People slowly filing in. One known face making us aware of the land struggle that is raging in Kerela of late... It seems to be another Nandigram in the making... but I will not go into that right now. The speakers were good, or may be because I was interested in the whole issue that kept me up.
The documentary started... but the subtitles refused to work... well they were not exactly subtitles per se but paraphrases... So as I waited for some text to appear, the person on the big screen would go on in a language I have no frikkin' clue about.

Came back to my room. Feels weird nowadays to be in a room and not be with someone else. But my roomy is busy with a presentation... might miss her performance... got a class.

Just when I thought that the day finally drawing to a close... one weird accusation came shooting at me...
I am just left tired. This place is now getting full of them. I am just left wondering how sometimes (thankfully not always) even I get involved in them too...

A Day in the life of a nobody

People complain that their life is boring... I complain that there are too many things happening in and around my life that's making me tired.
I wake up, drag myself out of my bed to the loo, only to discover that the good for nothing no one's pet but want to be one dog has pooped right in the middle of the bathroom... So much for morning ablutions in peace...
Went to mess... bumped into a certain someone whom I have been avoiding like a plague since yesterday... a perfect morning gone down the drain.
The mess queue was longer than ever. A simple meal demanded that I stand in the queue for a perfect 40 minutes before I get four very oily puries that will make your stomach turn.
Over the food, one very enthusiastic senior (already up and ready with her jhola et al) tells me about one fiasco that happened last night. The campus seems to thrive with these nowadays.
No classes in the morning... Thanks to a friend in need friend, I enjoyed a warm cup of coffee with chocolate powder. Only to realize that I have exactly half an hour to finish my unfinished appointment with Mr Loo...

After a brain chewing (if there is any such word) I am greeted with a yucky looking vegetable curry in the mess. So had to make do with veg roll.

Afternoons are fun. Chatted with a whole lot of be more correct bitched. The clock is ticking another pathetically spent couple of hours staring at me...
Oh that means, gotta go now... may be i will catch up later.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Monday Morning Blues

It's the beginning of the week. And yet it seems that mid-week crisis has already hit. I woke up with a hangover of so many things that are yet to be done. I have never been quite able to figure what do I do with my weekends. I seem forever busy and yet I wake up every morning with that weird feeling that a lot of things are left undone. Deadlines do not freak the hell out of me. I just manipulate my way past them. Here of course 'them ' implies a lot of things/people.
There is always this sense of deja vu,with which I am greeted everyday. The ever increasing pile of reading materials 'to be read' is largely responsible for that. No... I am not complaining. Who said I am complaining? I am just stating the facts of my existence...something which I would like to call life.
I have put away the table clock as far as possible from me. Time has become clever too. It refuses to be confined to my pace. I am arrogant too. I refuse to be bossed around by time, of all people. So I have now my own set of time that works on its own pace. And this where it has landed me in.
The not-so-distant sound of the train jolts me out of my reverie. Even my time pushes me to complete this article... But my mind is already full of so many things to do. So many more to read, some more negotiation with the inevitable time, the deal struck with slumber so that it does not strike when it is imperative to keep my eyes open (everybody knows where I mean).
And I drag myself to start another day, another week of so many left to be done feeling that would eat into me.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

My kinda song

Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

~ John Lennon

Sunday, August 17, 2008

This one's for you...

There were days when I didn’t understand you…
Felt like I don’t know you…
You may have felt the same way;
But you always thought the best for me.

My life has found a definition-
Thanks to your love and nurturing.
I was like a potter’s clay-
Ready to be molded
Wherever the forces of life took me.
But you stood like the deep rooted tree
Sheltering me…
And anchoring me-
To life’s realities.
With you I began to see life in a whole new light.

Ma,you have always been the torch-bearer
And believe you me, so you shall always be,
Forever and for always…

Monday, August 11, 2008

Midnight conversation

Raag kore na raaguni
mukh kore na beguni
bus asbe ekhuni
chhut te hobe tokhuni
bus er pichhon pichhone
ki shunte se ki shone
bus er gaye kathal fol
tar nei pa dani nei hatol
kole tomai nilo na
jaiga to r chhilo na
tai bole ki ragte hoi?
dhoirjo dhore thakte hoi!!!

- Shankha Ghosh
Courtesy: Samata Biswas

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Wandering wonderment

I sit and watch as the tiny ripples of water flow past me
it is like time flowing past you
i have somewhere to go
but my mind refuses take my body
anywhere ... no where.
It is a beautiful day
the smell of newly washed leaves
the strong breeze that brings it towards me.
I am enraptured
carried away to the other me
the me who wants to be a nobody
the me who does not want to leave the gentle assurance of the mother's voice.

I woke up with a warmth on my cheek
i haven't been woken up such for a long time
always rubbing the sleep from my eyes
hurrying to wherever my feet took me.

My heart warmed up
and a weird pain crept into me
happiness was short lived
i knew this will go too
there is something so volatile so powerful
i could never hold on to it.
Every time that soft end of the sari
just slipped between my fingers.

I am just left wondering
will i ever get back those days...