on stilts

While leafing through the latest fashion magazine (yes i still waste my precious salary to buy those!) and surfing the much loved sartorial blog, one wonders....about all these uber fashionable, and ultra cool women from across the globe - who're in great jobs, are quite obviously very creative (given the lack of effort it takes for them to make a gorgeous ensemble seem like they just threw it on - and maybe they did!), and always wearing the most desirable shoes!!

But how pray tell...does a gorgeous woman with a fetish for good looking killer heels, spend her time walking around town and doing her jobs for the day? (and they do tend tend to walk way more than we do in India). And yet she looks like a million bucks!

been dying to get my gorgeousmost nine west shoes out to wear!!
Yes i'm addicted to street fashion!

My immortal....

 It was a present from one of my uncles, when I was a kid. He said it would inspire me to write poetry, but I was only 15, and I thought it boring. But now I carry this book with me all the time. It's always in my bag, so it goes with me everywhere, and it never disappoints me. A little peek through its pages, and I find myself calmed. Today in a moment of much panic and anxiety on many accounts I found this......

.......A prayer, a hymn, a song of praise.....to a god, to a love, to a soul, to the self......from the heart of one in a search.....and a longing for the essence of all that is supreme and immortal.

I sit on the grass and gaze upon the sky and dream of the sudden splendour of thy coming - all the lights ablaze, golden pennons flying over thy car, and they at the roadside standing agape, when they see thee come down from thy seat to raise me from the dust, and set at thy side this ragged beggar girl - a tremble with shame and  pride, like a creeper in summer breeze.

But time glides on and still no sign of the wheels of thy chariot. Many a procession passes by, with noise and shouts and glamour of glory. Is it only thou who would stand in the shadows silent and behind them all? And only I who should wait and weep and wear out my heart in vain longing?

[A verse from the much celebrated GITANJALI by Rabindranath Tagore]

hello there folks...

In keeping with the idea that every blog must represent a particular thought/ idea.. and understanding that I'm into more than one other things.. food being one of those others.. i'm gonna be starting a foodie type blog sooner than soon!

oh n i'm no longer on twitter...which explains why the li'l tweet thing-a-majig has been taken off.

watch this space to know about the food blog.

Until the end of time

I will love you
Till the end of time

Write love songs to you
Till the words don't rhyme

Pray to you
for forgiveness, for i've sinned

Cry in yearning to you
and scream,give me back, what has once been

Weep tears
Until you hear me break

Obsess about you
Like a freak

Dream dreams of you
and I, till you're not really mine

I will love you
Till the end of time

An Equal Music

Perhaps this could have stayed unstated.

Had our words turned to other things

In the grey park, the rain abated,

Life would have quickened other strings.

I list your gifts in this creation:

Pen, paper, ink and inspiration,

Peace to the heart with touch or word,

Ease to the soul with note and chord.

How did that walk, those winter hours,

Occasion this? No lightning came;

Nor did I sense, when touched by flame,

Our story lit with borrowed powers -

Rather, by what our spirits burned,

Embered in words, to us returned.

-- Vikram Seth


(Epigraph at the beginning of the book I started reading last evening. An Equal Music, by Vikram Seth)

Back in the day

A press conference took me to the Oberoi and I was driving back home, when i crossed my old college campus. You see there was a road that led to our college ('our' because friends were a big thing, and you stuck to your group of pals and so you were the 'group' and the 'group' was you) from a round about at the main road right off the Oberoi hotel at Nizamuddin East. And i couldn't get myself to drive off the round about without taking that turn inwards. It was as though by default that my car just turned towards college.

It was only when i had driven a good distance into the road that i realised what i had done, and then i remembered that the place wasn't even the college campus anymore. It had to be vacated the year we passed out due to issues with the Municipal corporation. I remember, we were so proud to have spent all three years of our course there, hahaha we were the lucky lot.

So just for the heck of it... I drove on. Went down to the very gate, and got out of my car and peered in, smiled to myself, shook my head at all the crazy, stupid and typical things "we" did there, walked back to my car and went back home. and while driving back home the whole time thinking back... thinking to myself, "oh no i actually did that?!".. and then after another thought.."Shoot! What was i thinking!"... and "oops, i don't know what zone i was in!"

I reached home, complaining to myself how everybody had just decided to move on, only to realise i had just been too caught up with my own life as well.

This evening i'm planning on calling up people from the "group" and saying something that goes," hey! we don't catch up often enough! let's make plans!"

Beware y'all!

What i do when work won't happen...

....I sit in office and finish a poem I'd started long ago....