A Nomad's Dream.....
Baavra mann dekhne chala ek sapna
Baavra mann dekhne chala ek sapna
Baavre se mann ki dekho
Baavri hain baatein
Baavre se mann ki dekho
Baavri hain baatein
Baavri si dhadkanein hain
Baavri hain saansein
Baavri si karvaton se nindiya tu bhaage
Baavre se nain chaahein
Baavre jharokhon se
Baavre nazaaron ko takna
(baavara=nomad...for the complete lyrics...click here.)
Rain...............................
Staring at the rain drops falling out side my window,I wonder why the rains sound to differently to me nowadays.Why do the sound of rain drops which were music to my ears a few years ago seem so harsh.........??? Where did the joy of making paper boats sail away....why does the taste of hail stones seem insipid.......The rain reminds me of the beautiful girl in collage......not of her freshness....but of her tears which it washes away.......it reminds me of the power cuts.......not of the CHOWKA BHARA I played........but of the mosquito bites i had to endure.....It reminds me not of the hot bath after the getting drenched in the rain....but of brown puddles on the road.......It reminds me not of the hot filter coffee I drank after the rains..........but of cold nights.......
Some great man once said....
I wonder if ever i will get to walk again...ever get to see the rainbow again.......Feel the music.......Re-live the romance.....Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet
Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
Of Indulgence and Fantasies.....
*Why does a bottle of Rare scotch kindle a romance in me and not the beautiful girl in collage....
*Why does a drag of a B&H or a Davidhoff Milds make me think of the beautiful girl in collage....
*Why does Mallika Sherwath's black,luscious and lustrous hair mesmerise me more than her wonderful curves......
*Why does Brian Lara's hook/pull fascinate me rather than the scantly clad carib girls......
*Why does a cup of hot filter coffee served in a steel tumbler taste better than Caviar on toast....
*Why does the smell of Mysore Mallige arouse the romance in me rather than a Jovan Musk......
*Why should "Malgudi Day's" turn me into a 6 year old kid rather than Harrold Robbin's turning me into a 16 year old pervert.....
*Why should my Mandi Mohalla's mango taste sweeter than the mangoes of "Reliance Fresh".....
*Why should the sound of a zooming Yezdi wake me out of a slumber rather than the sound of a jet passing over my head....
*Why does throwing a lighted "bijli patakai" in the air titillate me more than bursting any other cracker....
*Why does Glow in the dark stupefy me more than nuclear physics.....!!!!!?????
THE VULGAR EMANCIPATION.......
Waiting for the shackles to break free by themselves.....not trying to break free..........
Hoping to find the key....not searching for it........
Searching for the messiah....not wanting to be one.....
enjoying being slaved......
Waiting for the gentle touch.......
Not hating the enslaver......
Starving...enjoying...coveting..cribbing...EXISTING.....
(To whom so ever it may concern-Sorry for the plagarised heading....i could not help it...!!)
HUH...................
They say arguing with me is a waste of time........they forget i am worth the argument........
They say I don't accept that i am fault........little do they know that i my self am a fault.........
They say I am the loudest...........they don't know that my silence shouts...........
They say I am funny.........huh.....i am the FUN baby.............!!
They say I am an egoist.......they don't see the way I carry it with me..........
They say I am conceited........I AM ENTITLED TO BE...........!!!
They say I MOCK..........TRY ME.................................
(for the only 2 people who read this dumb blog.....u know who I am talking about when I say THEM...................waiting for ur comments....!!)
The ANT.........
Sitting in front of the computer and orkutting.....Listening to the nasal himesh or a the latest chartbuster..........This is how i spend most evenings...... Out of the constant clattering of the key board.....in between the tiny spaces of the buttons a tiny ant comes out(thanks to the RAVE-UNDES or CHOW CHOW inside the keyboard..!!)....i gave it an insignificant glance......and do not kill it,thinking "let me spare the poor creature...!!" Going thru my scraps i suddenly feel a sting on my right arm......the same ant.......i kill it which so much intensity, ferocity and pleasure that i do not realise that its just an ant.......i see others in it...i see my foes in that little creature.......i see people in that ant........i see myself in that......that one insignificant little creature represents so many faces of my malice.......my insecurities.......!!! I hope next time the ant survives.....not my MALICE....!!
