Travel update

I have just returned from Shimla. It is a beautiful place... pity, I never visited it before. Back in Mumbai for a day and am off to Bangalore tomorrow to meet the man I am supposedly marrying next month. Pensive, these next few days.

For him, I mean. :D

Mmmm....

Amidst all the hoopla surrounding Ms. Jolie, a little Ms. Sen returns to her favorite native land. The smell hits you first, then the taxis! Then the noise, now the eminent bliss of gumless teas. Love the country donyu? One year away... and I am a country lover! :)

More surprises up ahead.

Stolen words

We live in a world of sullen impulses, where a gray light of faith hangs in the flight of the moist unknown uncertainties.

.... continue gliding down this less-than-active track -- after all, you're finally starting to get the hang of it! Taking the back seat on the journey provides you with a much more entertaining view. There is a show going on around you that you don't want to miss. People can be entertaining, and the folks in your life are real superstars. Let them entertain you, and you'll have a good time. Yes, siree!

When I woke up this morning, there was light in the air. The skies were painted in a solemn blue. There was a sense of serenity. Clarity. Like a widow with dry eyes the day after the death.
Another beginning.

Blubluubla

Life, moves around in circles... they say. For a large portion of my life, I did not know what this meant.

Few days back, I met a dog. Yes, a dog, a canine form which moves around on four legs. It did not have a collar around its neck and was moving about in the most unbashed manner befitting.

So, I walk upto it, get on my knees, holding its paw across my fingers... and dog talk. The dog seems to be quite engrossed in its sniffing ritual, as it chose to completely ignore my greetings. A gentle man walks past me, turns around and smiles, "it's a dog, genius.. it cannot talk".

Life moves around in circles, they say.

Nope, still dont.

P.S. Sometimes, I think I fear for my sanity.

Guess who was in NY?

Yup!
The U.S. Open... one down on the checklist.
Oh yes, I loved it.

Playing tag

Tagged by Burf. (Check rules there please)

This is a picture tag, by the looks of it... and, a cheesy one. Yay!

1. Most desirable celebrity
Comment: I am going to be frowned upon, I know.

2. Want to do this one day


Comment: How old am I, again?

3. Want to visit this place


Comment: Home. Been awhile...

4. Random favoriteComment: I am such a geek, no?

5. Ctrl+Print Screen NOW


Comment: Burf, get rid of that yellow for Devil's sake


Now, I tag..
:: S!
:: Quincy the Quackpot
:: Alice
:: Eastmancolour
:: Ekta
:: SOxy
:: Raven
:: Wendigo
:: The Monk

And anyone whom I forgot to name (you know, I want you to)

Please do a better job than I did :)

It's not October yet

On Hallowe'en the old ghosts come about us, and they speak to some;
to others they are dumb.

I am really happy now a days.
Really.
And it scares me.

Hey
Are you alrite?
he asked

She moved away the hands
cupping her face
and nodded

Just checking
he said
And walked away

Strangers
can be the best of friends
at times

(Written three months back)

Of late, I am having constant bouts of gloom.
So I go to the most expensive shop in the neighbourhood.
And buy happiness.
On credit.

Solitude

Like bubbles inside a glass
It stays
Ugly and freckled

Like a little pop
It goes off
Sudden and unnoticed

Like a still mug
It stands
Half empty yet alluring

And the Oscar goes to..

You know it's hard out here for a pimp (you ain't knowin)
When he tryin to get this money for the rent (you ain't knowin)
For the Cadillacs and gas money spent (you ain't knowin)
Because a whole lot of bitches talkin shit (you ain't knowin)
Will have a whole lot of bitches talkin shit (you ain't knowin)


In my eyes I done seen some crazy thangs in the streets
Gotta couple hoes workin on the changes for me
But I gotta keep my game tight like Kobe on game night
Like takin from a ho don't know no better, I know that ain't right
Done seen people killed, done seen people deal
Done seen people live in poverty with no meals
It's fucked up where I live, but that's just how it is
It might be new to you, but it's been like this for years
It's blood sweat and tears when it come down to this shit
I'm tryin to get rich 'fore I leave up out this bitch
I'm tryin to have thangs but it's hard fo' a pimp
But I'm prayin and I'm hopin to God I don't slip, yeah


Man it seems like I'm duckin dodgin bullets everyday
Niggaz hatin on me cause I got, hoes on the tray
But I gotta stay paid, gotta stay above water
Couldn't keep up with my hoes, that's when shit got harder
North Memphis where I'm from, I'm 7th Street bound
Where niggaz all the time end up lost and never found
Man these girls think we prove thangs, leave a big head
They come hopin every night, they don't end up bein dead
Wait I got a snow bunny, and a black girl too
You pay the right price and they'll both do you
That's the way the game goes, gotta keep it strictly pimpin
Gotta have my hustle tight, makin change off these women, yeah


LOL!!

Hurried feet

I run away from him everyday
As he sips on his morning tea
His eyes trace my flight for awhile
But his feet don't care

I run away from him everyday
With him by my side
He raises his brow sometimes
Sometimes he just smiles

I run away from him everyday
Dragging my tired feet along
Waiting for the fateful day
The day whose shadows I see

I run away from him everyday
But today he stops me
"Could you lead me to the door
Please be kind, to this blind"

Sigh!

Sorry for sounding like a banal sportsmag but...
















This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Is it?

Hello

Had work.
Loads.
Recovered.

Fell ill.
Popped pills.
Recovered.

Was bound to a chair.
Gagged.
Put in a bubble.
Thrown into Delaware river.
Recovered.

Now that I have told you what had happened in the last two weeks. I am left with nothing else to say. Anything of interest, of course.

So this. I do this and I do this only because I have been tagged by one of my favorite bloggers.

Rules:

1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. You have to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game and leave a comment on their comments saying they've been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there's no need to post again.

Okay. I am not picky about most things in life. So, this should not take much time.

Sex of target (???) : Male.

(In no particular order)

1. Should know the GDP of his country to the third decimal.
2. Should know how to play at least three outdoor sports.
3. Should have made at least one two year old smile without making a funny face.
4. Should know his mom's date of birth (year included).
5. Should not whince when the traffic signal goes red.
6. Should not hum to Bryan Adams' songs on other people's radios.
7. Should not say "Coffee??" when he drinks tea.
8. Oh yeah, should have a penis.

I do not want to enforce this tag onto people. But I would like it if the following people would play along

:: S!
:: Quincy the Quackpot
:: Alice
:: Eastmancolour
:: Conman
:: Arun Verma
:: Penny Lane
:: Wendigo

I have never been able to tell a beginning from an end.

Let us assume, a hypothetical situation

In this town called Whoopsindale, there lived a girl whose name rhymed with Daisy and a guy who was called Dave. One day, the two crossed each other on a street which had an urchin showing ball tricks and a little kid chasing a balloon. He looked at her. She pretended not to notice. They walked closer. She put her disobedient tress behind her ear and and feigned a smile into the space behind him. Moments passed, their feet walked them away from each other. He turned back. She did not.

Is it him? she asked herself.

She did not turn back. She did not know.

She's an idiot!

:-|

I get tired
very soon
nowadays

Tired
Am I?
I ask

No, may be not
You are
just dispirited

I hear
Am I?
I ask

Clifton

these hips are big hips
they need space to
move around in
they do not fit into little
petty places, these hips
are free hips.
they do not like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top!

(A homage to my hips in the last few days; of cramped cars and small lifts and much more)