When pretty snowflakes cascaded
From Heaven above, enshrouding the city
In a stately sheen..
The clock has come to a momentary halt
For a relapse into an elusive existence
Of sublime artistry, grips me
And flows over like a breezy malt..
Monday 2 February 2009
Snow..
A sight such has never been seen
When pretty snowflakes cascaded
From Heaven above, enshrouding the city
In a stately sheen..
The clock has come to a momentary halt
For a relapse into an elusive existence
Of sublime artistry, grips me
And flows over like a breezy malt..
When pretty snowflakes cascaded
From Heaven above, enshrouding the city
In a stately sheen..
The clock has come to a momentary halt
For a relapse into an elusive existence
Of sublime artistry, grips me
And flows over like a breezy malt..
Sunday 25 January 2009
Slumdog Millionaire, winner of 4 Golden Globe Awards really?
Slumdog Millionaire, the story of a young boy born and brought up in the slums of Mumbai, who inspite of having all odds against him manages to keep his grit alive (nevermind that the primary purpose of all his actions is for the girl he loves). The movie along with the music created by the incredible 'Mr. A.R. Rahman' has won alot of accolades. However, whether or not it deserved 4 Golden Globe Awards and/or 10 Oscar nominations is debatable. The thing that irritates most Indians is that a 'Western director' has the creative licence to depict a side of India which we would rather keep under wraps. What's upsetting to most is that it brings to light several uncomplimentary aspects of the so-called modern Indian society, that too at a time when the growth of our nation into a Superpower (in the next decade or so), has been heralded as inevitable. What we do tend to forget is that there is a need to rethink the position of our country given the extent of 'social change' that needs to be undertaken to meet the challenges facing us at this very crucial juncture on the path forward.
The very ideals of democracy, secularism, freedom of speech and expression characteristic of our culture have been tested and falsified again and again. Child abuse, one of the most henious crimes ever committed by humans, has become so rampant in India, that it takes much more for educated people like you and me to blink even an eye. Practically, in every city of India we come across young boys and girls dressed in rags (be it summer/winter) going from car to car in search of a few coins thrown their way. A Pandora's box of horror stories would be unleashed if we knew of the circumstances that led these children into begging. Its depressing to know that the human mind is so frenzied that it is capable of afflicting harm and pain of the worst possible kind on these young innocent beings. Whilst the government is grappling with corruption and inefficiency, the question is what can we ordinary citizens do to try and resolve the problem?
The very ideals of democracy, secularism, freedom of speech and expression characteristic of our culture have been tested and falsified again and again. Child abuse, one of the most henious crimes ever committed by humans, has become so rampant in India, that it takes much more for educated people like you and me to blink even an eye. Practically, in every city of India we come across young boys and girls dressed in rags (be it summer/winter) going from car to car in search of a few coins thrown their way. A Pandora's box of horror stories would be unleashed if we knew of the circumstances that led these children into begging. Its depressing to know that the human mind is so frenzied that it is capable of afflicting harm and pain of the worst possible kind on these young innocent beings. Whilst the government is grappling with corruption and inefficiency, the question is what can we ordinary citizens do to try and resolve the problem?
Sundays.
Sunday brunches, happy hunches.
Rubbing your eyes, yawning in sleep
Tumbling out of bed in a heap.
Ab-crunches, heavy lunches.
An outward glance, the rythmic rain
Steadily beats against the window pane.
Laying in bed, thinking ahead.
Of tasks undone, of benefits to reap
Miles to go, the promises to keep.
And to my right, a guiding light.
A bare arm shifts in the morning cold
Night-time talks, and a heart of gold.
Then a prize, a grand surprise
A tail-coat that makes your hurries slow
Crinkle your nose, and smiles glow.
Silent comfort, a safety offered.
Conversations, not necessarily aloud
Cameraderie that's moved past sound.
One for joy, two for sorrow?
Verses and how wrong they be,
A family, just for me.
A portion, of devotion.
Here, there, across the seas and under,
Protectors, against the thunder.
Ticking off a list, sorting through the mist
Transformations, now weeks are duller?
And sundays suddenly technicolour.
Rubbing your eyes, yawning in sleep
Tumbling out of bed in a heap.
Ab-crunches, heavy lunches.
An outward glance, the rythmic rain
Steadily beats against the window pane.
Laying in bed, thinking ahead.
Of tasks undone, of benefits to reap
Miles to go, the promises to keep.
And to my right, a guiding light.
A bare arm shifts in the morning cold
Night-time talks, and a heart of gold.
Then a prize, a grand surprise
A tail-coat that makes your hurries slow
Crinkle your nose, and smiles glow.
Silent comfort, a safety offered.
Conversations, not necessarily aloud
Cameraderie that's moved past sound.
One for joy, two for sorrow?
Verses and how wrong they be,
A family, just for me.
A portion, of devotion.
Here, there, across the seas and under,
Protectors, against the thunder.
Ticking off a list, sorting through the mist
Transformations, now weeks are duller?
And sundays suddenly technicolour.
Tuesday 20 January 2009
Aaj ki vishesh khabar?
In Kings Cross news, it's been a busy day. Has it?
Happy Birthday to Bhasha, for starters. Makes me go back to last year this time, when we were all in a rush to grand-ify birthdays and occasions, basically just have an excuse not to be doing what we should have been doing. Or maybe that was the time to lighten up, but this year just seems more sombre.
The parties are more intimate, with people we definitely know much better, everything seems so relaxed and put-together. It sort of all flows together, barring long threads of plans altered due to the large number of people congregating for movies! In all seriousness though, it's a serious time. Co-incidence?
I have been just dandy after my almost-tryst with sickness. Needless to say, the much touted haldi doodh was skillfully avoided (though the occasion wasn't grave enough to merit it or perhaps the perpetrator of said threat kinder or just more tired than usual) though naani waaley aalloo made by the alloo queen were much appreciated. archit's chai and numerous hilariously-confusingly-flabbergasting assertions punctuated by mad's attempts at deciphering their (in)sanity and meaning also did not go unnoted. also, aproop's uncanny knack for knowing when giddiness enveloped me or sarab's remonstrations to aproop for not carrying water at such occasions (!) also elicited laughter interspersed with awwws.
ha ha, for all the mothering i've been accused of, it just felt great to be pampered in turn. i guess i do it more often than is generally solicited, though!
Hope the others have their things and plans sorted out, hope someone in India kicks Abhimanyu for ignoring me and hope Koko out there in Singapore sends me another "bhool gayee mujhe saali" message soon! Guns, your letter is eagerly awaited; and Juna, yours is on its way.
For more updates, same time, same show. Shubh ratri!
Happy Birthday to Bhasha, for starters. Makes me go back to last year this time, when we were all in a rush to grand-ify birthdays and occasions, basically just have an excuse not to be doing what we should have been doing. Or maybe that was the time to lighten up, but this year just seems more sombre.
The parties are more intimate, with people we definitely know much better, everything seems so relaxed and put-together. It sort of all flows together, barring long threads of plans altered due to the large number of people congregating for movies! In all seriousness though, it's a serious time. Co-incidence?
I have been just dandy after my almost-tryst with sickness. Needless to say, the much touted haldi doodh was skillfully avoided (though the occasion wasn't grave enough to merit it or perhaps the perpetrator of said threat kinder or just more tired than usual) though naani waaley aalloo made by the alloo queen were much appreciated. archit's chai and numerous hilariously-confusingly-flabbergasting assertions punctuated by mad's attempts at deciphering their (in)sanity and meaning also did not go unnoted. also, aproop's uncanny knack for knowing when giddiness enveloped me or sarab's remonstrations to aproop for not carrying water at such occasions (!) also elicited laughter interspersed with awwws.
ha ha, for all the mothering i've been accused of, it just felt great to be pampered in turn. i guess i do it more often than is generally solicited, though!
Hope the others have their things and plans sorted out, hope someone in India kicks Abhimanyu for ignoring me and hope Koko out there in Singapore sends me another "bhool gayee mujhe saali" message soon! Guns, your letter is eagerly awaited; and Juna, yours is on its way.
For more updates, same time, same show. Shubh ratri!
Sunday 18 January 2009
An Ode to Mr. Dirty (?)
Ahem, connotations in that one.
To someone who's as childish as he is mature
To someone fickle-minded and still quite sure
To someone with whom Dilli Haat's a tradition
To someone with whom talking's become convention?
To the eternities spent bickering about this and that
To the unhealthy phrases, like "You've become fat!"
To the concerned questions about study and more
To the way you're so determined to ensure :)
To the cleanliness names and 40-something pacts
To the way you sometimes distort the facts
To mind-numbing revelations and scandalous queries
To altogether skipping preliminaries!
And here's to all the paneer tikkas shared
A toast to the times that souls were bared
For the past that was, and what the future brings
New songs, and old wine, and half-gifted rings!
Happy Birthday, you. May you have the best yet :)
Surabhi
To someone who's as childish as he is mature
To someone fickle-minded and still quite sure
To someone with whom Dilli Haat's a tradition
To someone with whom talking's become convention?
To the eternities spent bickering about this and that
To the unhealthy phrases, like "You've become fat!"
To the concerned questions about study and more
To the way you're so determined to ensure :)
To the cleanliness names and 40-something pacts
To the way you sometimes distort the facts
To mind-numbing revelations and scandalous queries
To altogether skipping preliminaries!
And here's to all the paneer tikkas shared
A toast to the times that souls were bared
For the past that was, and what the future brings
New songs, and old wine, and half-gifted rings!
Happy Birthday, you. May you have the best yet :)
Surabhi
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