4/20/08

The adventures of Miss M

[ P.S I am one of those people who are very self conscious or maybe off late I have grown into one.
Everything I say or do has to totally make sense. Be correct]


Andheri station. 7.30 in the evening. People rushing past. One has to see it to believe it. Scores of people. As if the war is over and men are returning home. Just with busy and gloomy faces instead of the happy ones. Me returning from work as well. Dazzled and confused by the over whelming traffic. Wont let it show. Have to look smart and an experienced traveller. Otherwise it’s a cue for the pick pockets. Train’s coming. The lady announces. People go ballistic and scurry past faster. There’ll be another train in less than 5 mins. People go ballistic neways… scurry past faster neways. I don’t . The reason being obvious. I am intelligent. However, I had to show that even I am chasing the train. So I run like I am being chased. What happens next?.. well… I trip and fall… people around me…come to a stand still… “laga to nahi beta…” “are you okay?”… my ears turn red. As they always do whenever I am embarrassed. I get up slowly with some help and avoiding any eye contact. Realise that I have torn my sandals. No one in this world can talk me out of wearing heels. I just wont give up on them. My ears red. My face red. Unable to control myself I break into giggles. My fellow on lookers start laughing as well. Suddenly the gloom from our faces is gone. The exhaustion is gone. I return home with my torn slippers in my hand. Bare feet. Made many acquaintances. I accidentally bump into them once in a while.


[P.S The people who know me… know that there are very few occasions when I do things right. And that I make the sweetest clueless faces when I goof up. Whenever I goof up]

4/19/08

In life there are many mediocres.....love will surely not be one of them..... when i will love...
it will be extraordinary.....
yes. i will love...nd it will be extraordinary....

4/16/08

So much for Happieness…

Well… lets see
Way past midnight..
A bed
A book
Preferably fiction or fantasy
Dim lights…
Or
Ms word
Pen and paper would do also
Pensiveness
Aloofness
And beautiful words to express it

Summer…
Stormy and rainy afternoons of summer…
A favourite song
Bob Dylan would be wonderful
Any other good song would be great as well..

Journeys
A window seat fought and elbowed for..
A view
Concrete or Green
Moving and changing shapes every moment
Favourite street food
Unhygienic and full of germs..

Love
Purely strange
Partly stupid
A lot of indulgence
Lacks understanding leaving most to imagination
Well lived
Never regretted…
Even at the loss of it….

So much for happiness…Every year thousands of people kill themselves thinking that they are not happy.. well I could say that I am happy…

A song for my song

Days
Happy days and sad days…
Good days and bad days…
Days of great achievements..
Days, which sink to the puddles of the commonplace…
And all through…
It ain’t a lover to love.. or a friend to understand…
A song is what we need…
A song is what we have…
Songs
Hum them while you’re driving…
Hum them when you’re bored…
Hum the romantic ones while you flirt..
Hum the beautiful ones when you’re alone…
Sing them when the dawn brakes…
Sing them when dark clouds gather…
Leave the old on a singsong note…
Only to begin another…
Later on play the old rhyme again…
Reminds you that you have memories…
In the voice of the one who leads
In the voice of the one who follows
Pied piper or peter pan..
The dictator or the democrat…
All and anon…
Have their favourite songs…
Favourites…
The better shall always be…and shall always remain..
Varied moods, varied emotions and varied lives….
A favourite for each varied one..

So this is ode to all my favourites songs…. The songs that have kept me going all through and the ones that linger in my mind always. The songs I deeply love….
Thank you…