Sunday, November 23, 2008

Danish White Satin

They greeted me in the morn,
The snow, the wind and the chilling cold;

"Wake up and be outside", they said,
"There's beauty spread for you to behold".

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Thursday, November 20, 2008

Seven Pair of Shoes

I have seven pair of shoes
too many for a pair of legs.
Come to think of it,
I was never the one
of those spendthrift kinds,
of royal tastes,
not even fond of shoes and shines;
and yet
I have seven pair of shoes.

Would have suited me
if i were a thief by temple
or a chief with money ample.
But I am none,
neither I bought them for fun.
Anyways,
now that they are
it needs to be mentioned,
I have seven pair of shoes.

Two black shiny ones;
They consider themselves a class apart
always looking down on others in rack,
laughing and boasting their shiny leather
I wonder however,
if they can rough it out against the weather
like my running shoes do.
A white like a white dove
for its younger than its other bro
which is soon to be retired from the plight
that it suffers during my long walks,
sometimes I feel it even talks
in a manner that I dont understand
but it has been a good friend.

Then there's a black suede one
which isn't as graceful as the Brown
but it prides itself
for its universal charm.
No wonder its services
are more frequently called upon.
Brown suede sits looking bored
for its seldom worn.
I guess it feels
that I aint the right person to own.

Finally,
there's a blue pair of soccer shoes
that I am yet to try.
They lie in their cardboard box sleeping
without making any hue and cry;
and why not,
for the place is much cosy and dry.
They might see light of the day
when one fine day I'll decide to play.

So here I am
with seven pair of shoes
that I ended up buying 'just like that',
not that I feel an itch in my feet
I think its more to do with head.
Anyways, these seven pairs
they aren't the best shoes in the world
they aren't the costliest,
they are just seven pair of shoes on my rack,
worth a few roads to walk
worth a few lines to drag.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

एक ख्याल

ऐसा क्यों है
जब जब मैं सोचता हूँ तुम्हे
तब तब तुम्हारे तसव्वुर में मेरा ख्याल उठता है|

अब साथ नही तो सही
हर बात तो अपने हक में नही
रब की मरज़ी के आगे कब कीसका बस चलता है|

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

The Blue Moon Who Died


And this is how the blue moon died
for he had fallen through the skies
to meet the one girl that he loved
the beautiful maiden who lived on earth.
She was poor, worked day and night,
in fields of maize with mist in her eyes,
and yet her beauty knew no bound
there was no one like her to found.

On one such night along with her friends
as she sang the songs of joy, clapping her hands
echoes of her laughter reached other side of the mountain
where sleeping on the white snows, lay the moon of bluish flame.
He listened to her song, her laughter
and when curiosity got the better;
out he came on his chariot of horses white
paling away the darkness of the night,
and this is when he first looked at her face
needless to say, he was left amazed.

Hiding behind the trees he watched her dance
his eyes not blinking, as if caught in a trance.
He would have continued to do the same
but for the Morning Sun who was to be blamed.
The blue moon returned to his abode in the skies
with love in his heart and sadness in his eyes.

The night that followed was not his night
and yet he appeared in the dark skies.
The village folk wondered why the moon shone
with a blueness that was never known.
Oblivion to his plight and grief, the girl slept inside her hut,
helpless moon kept looking for her, riding in his horse chariot.

Next night again burned blue, as the love struck moon flew
once again in search of his lady; pity that she didn't knew.
That night, it rained; a gentle sob with a touch of blue,
as the drops kissed the moon; but alas, the girl still didn't knew.
She would have probably never known
but for the waft who forgot his way home,
instead, through her window he came
carrying with him, a blue drop of rain.
As she lay on her bed, her eyes closed
it was her palm on which he dropped
that tear of the moon, that drop of blue
and away he went, to his home he flew.

The blue flame was all so soft
but the girl woke up and looked at the drop.
Bemused she looked outside the window
rain still falling with the blue glow.
It was then that she realized, this isn't any other night
slowly she went outside, with mixed emotions of fear and delight,
She let the blue tears kiss her face
and looked at the heavens with divine grace.
Up from the skies, he saw her again
and he didn't knew if he should smile or cry of pain.
But he knew where lay his destiny
with the pretty maid from the realms earthly.
He was not a god anymore
he was not the moon that existed before,
out he stepped from his chariot white
and fell through the depth of the skies.

They still tell this tale of his
Of those three nights of eternal bliss
when they all had seen a moon so blue
up from the skies who had fallen through.


Images courtesy:
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/196/522045023_99f36da68c.jpg
http://www.baltimorerunning.com/events/Blue%20Moon%20Run/Blue%20M2.jpg

Thursday, August 14, 2008

SINGHASAN BATTISI

Ours is a generation that grew up watching TV serials like Vikram Betaal, Dada Dadi ki Kahaniyan and Singhasan Battisi. But now it seems long ago. I faintly remember that Raja Bhoj was played by Vijay Arora but dont recall who played Vikramaditya (was it Arun Govil).
Recently, during my trip to India, I picked the book from a Indian Railway Bookstall. It was like revisiting the past, not that I recalled the stories, but still it was a soothing sense of associated deja vu. Here in this post I list the names of the Thirty Two fairies that relate the story of King Vikramaditya's righteousness, justice and valour as King Bhoj tries to ascend the mystic throne of mighty King Vikramaditya.
  1. RatnaManjari
  2. Chitralekha
  3. Satyabhama
  4. Chandrakala
  5. Leelavati
  6. kaamkandala
  7. Kaumudi
  8. Pushpawati
  9. Madhumalati
  10. Premawati
  11. Padmawati
  12. Keertiwati
  13. Trilochani
  14. Trilochana
  15. Anoopwati
  16. Sundarwati
  17. Satyawati
  18. Rooprekha
  19. Tara
  20. Chandrajyoti
  21. Anurodhwati
  22. Anuprekha
  23. Karunawati
  24. Chitrakala
  25. Jailakshmi
  26. Vidhyawati
  27. Jagajyoti
  28. Manmohini
  29. Vaidehi
  30. Roopwati
  31. Kaushalya
  32. Bhanumati
Having listed these names, I should point out that these are not based on the version that I have read. The version I had was one published by Dheeraj Pocket Books and some of the names were missing from this version. On googling around, I came across another list of names; this particular version was published by Manoj Publications and had names of all 32 fairies. However when I tried to compare the names I found that some of them mismatched in sequence, further some of the names which were quoted in one were not to be found in the other. Finally my curiosity and Google power prevailed and I came across the 1920 version of Brijvallabh Hariprasad in Native Opinion Publication. This and several other great works of Indian literature are available on Digital Library of India. I am sure curious readers and Hindi enthusiasts will find this information useful, perhaps someone will also take up the cause and start a Wikipedia Article :)

Saturday, August 02, 2008

Amarjeet Kaypee

There always have been stories of 'have beens' who never got their due. In the world of Indian cricket, few names are always talked about in this context, names like K.P. Bhaskar, Rajinder Goel and that of Amarjeet Kaypee.
One of my childhood activities involved reading meticulously domestic cricket scores in the newspaper. It was this way that I first came across Kaypee's name, a name that will keep on figuring prominently again and again on regular basis. I always thought that one day this guy will play for the Country; he never did. And like Kaypee himself, I could never figure out why. I never saw Kaypee play in real, not even on TV, but I always had high regards for him. He was like those Heroes of Childhood who never fade from your memory no matter what. So if you now come to me and tell me the reasons for his non-inclusion and they might all be valid as well, I wonder that my views about Kaypee will change any how.
You can always find information about Kaypee on sites like Cricinfo and Wikipedia, but this was not supposed to be his biography, this is just a fan's respect to one of his childhood hero, who was, as that article on Cricinfo said, A dedicated cricketer that never got his due.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Wait a While
















If you feel
the sun's troubling you,
wait a while
I'll bring the shadows along.
If the clouds pour
too much rain
or you continue to feel the pain,
wait a while
cos' we can start
all over again,
it's a cycle nonetheless
for we follow
days and night,
if there's a wrong
lying somewhere is a right;
and if it's not
within the sight,
wait a while
I'll reach for it.
Sooner or later
this sea
will turn a tide
for that time we abide
with love and patience;
till then
let's take a stroll
someone out there
knows it all,
and if you get tired,
feel less desired,
wait a while
cos' journeys and roads
never end,
and time;
Time is always a friend,
it wont cost you much
so you can have a smile
I'll make it to you
for sure,
Just wait a while.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Transformed

It was not that I was always like this, but one fine day I thought, well why not, after all most of the people are like that anyways. So I donned on this mantle of being the impatient bloke who wont be the first to lay down, the first to compromise. Impatient, cos I didnt wanted to undure the pain and more so, I wanted things to be resolved fast; if it has to, it better be fast or else I dont bother.
Not that it was easy to be this way, like getting rid of any other habit, and adopting other, is a painful exercise, so was the case here. I would think, well whats the point in being this way, it doesnt make yougreat nor the other person small. But perhaps, in my case, the point was never about feeling great or making someone feel small; point was not to make oneself feel victimized. Cos' U may bend down thinking, well its not a big deal; but others, they dont look at it that way. They think you are too soft, they start taking you for granted. Humbleness and humility were never the cherished virtues anyway, they were in fact bookish qualities, qualities you always find much appreciated in books but seldom witnessed exercised.
Anyways, I started being the way majority are, life seemed so useless initially, afterall these were in direct contrast to the way life and its philosophy had been so far. But then I realized, life always felt like that, even in cases when people didnt acted according to the philosophy; my philosophy of life which laid so much emphasis on these bookish virtues. And gradually, I started feeling more at ease with this change, so much so that I sort of not adopted it but also absorbed it. The other, earlier theoretical, ideal philosophy; it seemed as though it was never a part of me. In fact, in due course of time, I even forgot about existance in books. I became the true citizen of the world, the way most of us are. Obviously, being in harmony with the rest meant that there were now lesser conflicts of self and otherwise and soon I grew inert to conflicts. They might have tried to occur a few times, but they got suppressed, first forcefully and then naturally.
Now I am happy, I am comfortable, nothing in the world worries me anymore, I think I have attained Nirvana of sort, all the things and happenings that bothered or displeased me before, are no longer a cause of worry. Yes, this must be Nirvana, cos it took penance of a different kind, after all to be able to give up your natural ways, isn't that as creditable a task as penance of any form.
And this thought gives me immense satisfaction, cos now I see the point why everyone else aspires to be this way. After all mankind will probably be saved from lots of misery, if all can think and believe this way. Since the transformation is already in place, I being the latest beneficiary, I get this feeling that it not far when the world will go back to being the harmonious world it always should have been, it always wanted to be.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Scenes From The Festival Of India

Saturday was a day well spent. The ISKCON society of Copenhagen organized a Festival of India which turned out to be great fun. It also conveyed nice message about adopting Vegetarianism and not harming the animals. The festival, as one would associate with India, was full of colours; including great dance performances, some funny plays and a hilarious Magic show amongst the chants of Hare Rama, Hare Krishna keertan to which all ended dancing to, tranced perhaps for thats the magic music creates :)
The festival celebrated Lord Jagganath's Rath Yatra with the God's Rath (Lord Jagganath's Chariot) being carried around the city in the same fun filled, joyous and festive manner as it is in the holy city of Puri. The procession started from the Kogens Nytrov and ended up at Radhuspladen, the city square where all the remaining events took place.
The sky was overcast and it rained quite heavily during the function, but the crowd response was awesome, just like the festival. Here are some of the pictures from the event. I have some videos as well which I will be posting later :)



Lord Jagganath, Balram and Subhadra


Scenes from the Procession (Lord Jagganath's Rath Yatra)







Kids on the Rath (The Chariot)





TOI or FOI, Nothing beats 'Free Food' if you want to attract the crowd :)




The Rain god then decided to shower his blessing, people took shelter wherever they could; even beneath the stage. Of course there were some lucky ones with umbrellas; and as for myself, well I decided to enjoy the raindrops for its been a while being soaked in the heavenly waters.






Now some pics of Ras Bihari Devi whose Bharatanatyam performance was brilliant and probably the top drawer of the event.


















Audience flocking Radhuspladen



Ever soothing keertan





Hari bol, hari bol, hari bol, hari bol





There were some pretty faces as well :)






and not just that, it attracted audience of all kinds :)




Play - The Intellectual and The Boat Man




The festival concluded with almost everyone was dancing to the chants of

Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare
Hare Rama, Hare Rama
Rama Rama Hare Hare

Monday, July 14, 2008

Tales of Today (A Song for My Darling Loneliness)

Coding is the flavour of the day; not headbanging, thats due to the algorithm (which is yet to figured out, in its completeness). If I dont bang my head, its due the headphone from which constantly circling are Rabbi's new songs from the album, 'Avengi Ja Nahin'.

I guess woh nahi aayegi, reasons are best known to Rabbi, but in real life she seldom returns. You can ask me why and I would say experience, 'Unnees, Unnees, Unnees, Unnees, Unnees, Unnees, Unnees ............... Unnees, Unnees, Unnees, Unnees, Unnees, Unnees baar'.

13th was Bhabhi's b'day, tomorrow it will be Appu's. Till last year both were celebrated together, this year one has already been through and the other will be through too, soon; sans me.

Loneliness, be my darling today,
cos
Solitude is a game I want to play.
Will take you in my arms
and I will dance the night away
with you.
Loneliness, will you be my darling tonight
we'll see through the wrongs
we'll see through the right;
Tomorrow may not be in our hand
and I guess you understand.
Loneliness, be my Darling
for its now
that I have your craving,
for its now that I have your need,
I sing this song for you
so wont you heed?
Like everyone else,
dont exist to cease;
Loneliness, be my darling, please.

Hmmm that turned out quite impromptu :) Well, enough of this one darling, I need to go back my headbanging darling, after all I am paid to be with her.....