Thursday, December 25, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Ten Little Indians
Ten little Indian boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little Indian boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little Indian boys traveling in Devon;
One said he'd stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
Six little Indian boys playing with a hive;
A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.
Five little Indian boys going in for law;
One got into Chancery and then there were four.
Four little Indian boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little Indian boys walking in the zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two Little Indian boys playing with a gun;
One shot the other and then there was one.
One little Indian boy left all alone;
He went out and hanged himself
....and then there were none.
One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little Indian boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little Indian boys traveling in Devon;
One said he'd stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
Six little Indian boys playing with a hive;
A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.
Five little Indian boys going in for law;
One got into Chancery and then there were four.
Four little Indian boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little Indian boys walking in the zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two Little Indian boys playing with a gun;
One shot the other and then there was one.
One little Indian boy left all alone;
He went out and hanged himself
....and then there were none.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
we are humbled at home... Chelsea 1-2 Arsenal ...the most anticipated part of my weekend turns out to be the most forgettable. Ironically, i'm neither upset nor depressed...just disappointed. Perhaps, things more important than CFC have taken precedence in my life...as they say, priorities change with time...
WD writes 'Over the great ceremonial way which led from Lutyen's Viceroy's House to India Gate now towered a hideous glass and plastic greenhouse called the Meridian Hotel.'
...i beg to differ.
WD writes 'Over the great ceremonial way which led from Lutyen's Viceroy's House to India Gate now towered a hideous glass and plastic greenhouse called the Meridian Hotel.'
...i beg to differ.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
In The Line Of Fire...
Two weeks of utter mayhem..
it started with the most-delayed albeit most-expected one...an unusual birthday gift. It threw my daily schedule in jeopardy besides the obvious, him losing his job ie.
Shocking wouldn't be an accurate description in his case, considering the state of things at work, but i had to be antithetical in view for the sake of being understanding and consoling. It was, however a wake-up call...
Then came two more in one day...fellow wheat traders....the first culling of our batch. That sure did shake me to the core...for it also meant that i am probably the next in line if further reduction is considered necessary in wheat.
...a brutal realization of the perilous nature of my work...
He was merciful on Monday though...recovered some good ground.
it started with the most-delayed albeit most-expected one...an unusual birthday gift. It threw my daily schedule in jeopardy besides the obvious, him losing his job ie.
Shocking wouldn't be an accurate description in his case, considering the state of things at work, but i had to be antithetical in view for the sake of being understanding and consoling. It was, however a wake-up call...
Then came two more in one day...fellow wheat traders....the first culling of our batch. That sure did shake me to the core...for it also meant that i am probably the next in line if further reduction is considered necessary in wheat.
...a brutal realization of the perilous nature of my work...
He was merciful on Monday though...recovered some good ground.
Late at night when all the world is sleeping
I stay up and think of you...
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Toblerone always??
Its business as usual.....5-0...resounding actually!! Back to the top...
Toblerone Dark and Na-Nutella, irresistible combination!!
Toblerone Dark and Na-Nutella, irresistible combination!!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Happy Diwali
May you have a great prosperous year ahead...
Almost midnight now, and the silence has an eeriness to it...the silence ensuing the Festival of Lights, Diwali, arguably, the greatest of all Indian festivals. The firecrackers have been done with...there are a few "1,00,000 ki ladis" going off in the distance as the grand finale...each one seemingly trying to be the last of the night. The lights adorning each home will carry on blinking and flashing quietly until dawn...
Never a stickler for religious beliefs and customs, I've had the most memorable times in the past on Diwali...the crackers, sweets, diyas et al....there was a keenness in being part of the tradition and festivities. Not so much as i've grown older, it seems...the almost-family neighbors, the friends have moved on, the raucous get-togethers have become rare...perhaps next year i'l try to make it different.
Almost midnight now, and the silence has an eeriness to it...the silence ensuing the Festival of Lights, Diwali, arguably, the greatest of all Indian festivals. The firecrackers have been done with...there are a few "1,00,000 ki ladis" going off in the distance as the grand finale...each one seemingly trying to be the last of the night. The lights adorning each home will carry on blinking and flashing quietly until dawn...
Never a stickler for religious beliefs and customs, I've had the most memorable times in the past on Diwali...the crackers, sweets, diyas et al....there was a keenness in being part of the tradition and festivities. Not so much as i've grown older, it seems...the almost-family neighbors, the friends have moved on, the raucous get-togethers have become rare...perhaps next year i'l try to make it different.
You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger...
Monday, October 27, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
A note on an angel..
...she nestles in a La-Z-Boy, far too big for her diminutive frame...for a moment i thought she was a cushion on the recliner...
It was an extremely welcome shock when i heard about it....why o why, i used to wonder in my immature head, do you not settle down and begin to be happy for your own self?? Not denying that i was, perhaps, the greatest beneficiary of your affection and attention for a substantial period of time, but deep down i still wanted you to be self-indulgent.
I know now that you are different, there is contentment and satisfaction, there is a feeling of the terrible dark nights rolling over and giving way to brighter days....
She stares intently at them furry animals scampering across the plasma screen....the glee is evident. She is disturbed by a flurry of activity as people enter her domain calling out her name in delight...*a faint recognition of family...the box of goodies enough to get her smiling...she's all too happy to have some more folks dote on her...
She calls me out by name, catch-me-if-you-can she challenges...i pretend i won't budge, just to hear my name being called out repeatedly (trust me, she's incredibly cute when she does that...well there isn't anytime she isn't..)...she's persistent in her demand...i relent and run after her, deliberately slow in pursuit to prolong the game and keep her giggling throughout...
The independent streak is already noticeable, she takes it from her mum, i'd say :), she has her dinner without assistance or supervision...i'm (un)forcibly made to sit with her and partake of her meal...i realize i'm the storyteller for the rest of her dinner....i'm only too glad my dear Divya!
There is infinite fondness for you, Little One...
It was an extremely welcome shock when i heard about it....why o why, i used to wonder in my immature head, do you not settle down and begin to be happy for your own self?? Not denying that i was, perhaps, the greatest beneficiary of your affection and attention for a substantial period of time, but deep down i still wanted you to be self-indulgent.
I know now that you are different, there is contentment and satisfaction, there is a feeling of the terrible dark nights rolling over and giving way to brighter days....
She stares intently at them furry animals scampering across the plasma screen....the glee is evident. She is disturbed by a flurry of activity as people enter her domain calling out her name in delight...*a faint recognition of family...the box of goodies enough to get her smiling...she's all too happy to have some more folks dote on her...
She calls me out by name, catch-me-if-you-can she challenges...i pretend i won't budge, just to hear my name being called out repeatedly (trust me, she's incredibly cute when she does that...well there isn't anytime she isn't..)...she's persistent in her demand...i relent and run after her, deliberately slow in pursuit to prolong the game and keep her giggling throughout...
The independent streak is already noticeable, she takes it from her mum, i'd say :), she has her dinner without assistance or supervision...i'm (un)forcibly made to sit with her and partake of her meal...i realize i'm the storyteller for the rest of her dinner....i'm only too glad my dear Divya!
There is infinite fondness for you, Little One...
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Tonight I can write the saddest lines...
*I post this for him...please get better...
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
-Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
-Pablo Neruda
"If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible to you."
Romans 1:17
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Sunday bliss...
it is 85 straight now....the Bridge ain't falling down...
I wish that you were here or that I were there, or that we were together anywhere.
Pink ´cause you are so very...
I wish that you were here or that I were there, or that we were together anywhere.
Pink ´cause you are so very...
Friday, September 19, 2008
The kind of talk i am subjected to each day, it makes me sick. And trust me when i say its sickening, i have 13 yrs of convent schooling behind me to know when it gets really disgusting. Obscene comments, repulsive thinking and an utter lack of respect...this is not what i am...this is not what i want to be related to. I wish to believe they are better, though only fleeting instances show this side of them. For the major part, i'd say they are just one better than RSR's...despos.
Disassociation is difficult...my need is dire. I am mindful to make sure it does not affect me, my conscience is not altered.
My supine stance, does it bother you?? I want to be you, with you...
Disassociation is difficult...my need is dire. I am mindful to make sure it does not affect me, my conscience is not altered.
My supine stance, does it bother you?? I want to be you, with you...
Friday, September 12, 2008
Weekend Blues
the weekend beckons....
got another night at work before that...i have to preserve.
A little conversation makes it so much better...brightens up the day really...(Sobriquet Substantiated!).
no plans for the weekend yet...none likely...except the 90 mins of pure bliss....
*he'll be made aware that his decision was wrong...he was almost here...almost.
got another night at work before that...i have to preserve.
A little conversation makes it so much better...brightens up the day really...(Sobriquet Substantiated!).
no plans for the weekend yet...none likely...except the 90 mins of pure bliss....
*he'll be made aware that his decision was wrong...he was almost here...almost.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Dumb and dumber...
Dumb and dumber....n a twenty something dolt. Harsh? No. Kinship is my affliction...and his too, perhaps, but he doesn't share the misery this time. Their mine...my very own...my DIMWITS!! Aaaaahhh.
Witnessed a strange and quite moving spectacle. What would make a decent, well-to-do(read 'non-destitute')person seek charity by voluntarily begging at the shrine's portals for a period??...to show his/her incomparable humility, for penance or 'mannat'(as may be applicable). Its difficult, rather impossible, to imagine myself in their position...their piety admirable!
I pretend i'm asleep though i sense it won't last forever..i cannot keep running away (courtesy demands not to hit back either...)...have to subject myself to discussions veering on the brink of absurdity...
*his code of socially-acceptable conversations long breached..
..it is about life and times of the 'talented' people residing in that house(read BB), SRK's new moustache and the sensational news report about the 'end of the world' on Wednesday...the reason, of course, as expected, completely unknown to them....little difference it would be if i mention about LHC (perhaps would be the biggest achievement in science n tech since 1969)....well nevermind. Silence is my savior.
Fractions are too difficult to fathom...i have to be verrry sloooooww to be understood...it defies logic...the least you could do is be embarrassed for being so stupid!
Be warned, one day i will talk back.
Witnessed a strange and quite moving spectacle. What would make a decent, well-to-do(read 'non-destitute')person seek charity by voluntarily begging at the shrine's portals for a period??...to show his/her incomparable humility, for penance or 'mannat'(as may be applicable). Its difficult, rather impossible, to imagine myself in their position...their piety admirable!
I pretend i'm asleep though i sense it won't last forever..i cannot keep running away (courtesy demands not to hit back either...)...have to subject myself to discussions veering on the brink of absurdity...
*his code of socially-acceptable conversations long breached..
..it is about life and times of the 'talented' people residing in that house(read BB), SRK's new moustache and the sensational news report about the 'end of the world' on Wednesday...the reason, of course, as expected, completely unknown to them....little difference it would be if i mention about LHC (perhaps would be the biggest achievement in science n tech since 1969)....well nevermind. Silence is my savior.
Fractions are too difficult to fathom...i have to be verrry sloooooww to be understood...it defies logic...the least you could do is be embarrassed for being so stupid!
Be warned, one day i will talk back.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
the most honest intentions can backfire...being genuinely concerned is not always understood...
Lots happened yesterday, had my highs n lows.....but as mentioned before, there are certain things which overrule all the rest put together....collectively, was depressed till today morn, sunshine decided to smile down upon me after a long dark mostly silent night.
felt good helping out a stranger... AB+
tonight was BAD at work, then again according to theory aforementioned, had a fabulous night...i'm happy.
Lots happened yesterday, had my highs n lows.....but as mentioned before, there are certain things which overrule all the rest put together....collectively, was depressed till today morn, sunshine decided to smile down upon me after a long dark mostly silent night.
felt good helping out a stranger... AB+
tonight was BAD at work, then again according to theory aforementioned, had a fabulous night...i'm happy.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Gloom
I sulk...
*Robinho shares the same feeling.
it hasn't exactly been the order of the day...in fact had quite an awesome time till early evening...met up with the guys, had a reunion of sorts....rediscovered the bonding that seemed to have evaporated in the past few months. But all that pales in comparison to the grouchiness that envelops me. Its strange how a collective good time stretching over the better part of the day is pervaded by the sullenness over a time that could have been...
I regret i had a leave today.
I miss you...
*Robinho shares the same feeling.
it hasn't exactly been the order of the day...in fact had quite an awesome time till early evening...met up with the guys, had a reunion of sorts....rediscovered the bonding that seemed to have evaporated in the past few months. But all that pales in comparison to the grouchiness that envelops me. Its strange how a collective good time stretching over the better part of the day is pervaded by the sullenness over a time that could have been...
I regret i had a leave today.
I miss you...
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Welcome note
Finally, my indolent self succumbs to the urge to pen down his thoughts....the laborious task made a lot easier by my pathological dependence on the laptop...and finally getting bored to death of playing simulation poker on FB...(..or am i taking a cue from the situation at work, i wonder.)
coming down to writing, it is not as easy as i had thought it to be...the sentiments are hard to put down....i know one thing for certain, I MISS YOU....at this very moment, all day, for quite some time now.
For the rest of you, hope i'm regular at this endeavor.
coming down to writing, it is not as easy as i had thought it to be...the sentiments are hard to put down....i know one thing for certain, I MISS YOU....at this very moment, all day, for quite some time now.
For the rest of you, hope i'm regular at this endeavor.
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