Monday, May 28, 2012

"Memorable" summer...

Well the summer's almost over, so I thought rather writing what I think I'll do, it will be great if I post a couple of incidents that occurred (with me in the spotlight, embarrassed) this very summer.


It was right at the beginning of the summer and I had a break from my college. So I went to my native city. It was particularly hot that day and then over it there was load shedding. (freaks!) So the natural breeze became the substitute of the 'Air Conditioner'. I lay on the soft grass that decorated the aangan, under the shade of the huge mango tree. I watched as my nieces played in the sun, the heat hardly bothering them. I dozed off.. (which I shouldn't have!) 

When I woke up, my nieces told me how "cute" I looked and how they wanted me to take them across the town to my aunt's place. Well I was bored and the sun was setting, plus you seriously can't say 'no' to my nieces.

I took them to meet my aunt. It was a little weird cause all through the way whenever anyone saw me they stared at me, unusual. I somehow never paid attention cause it's sort of in people to stare when they suddenly spot a guy in 
culottes making his way through the streets where people are in dhotis and pyjamas.   

But the case wasn't that simple. When my aunt came saw me, she broke into hysterical laughter. She just couldn't stop laughing. Catching her breath, she managed to say,
"..have you looked in a mirror......"

..and ran to the bathroom

To my shock , there was my face ...with designs drawn all over my face...including a moustache, beard...big red circles on my cheeks... 

The little artists had utilized their canvas to the fullest.And to add to it, I had walked all through the way wearing that on my face.
I rather would have died I thought.

My second story also happened when I was sleeping...sheesh..maybe I should only nap at home in a locked room,with a burglar alarm.

This time though there weren't my nieces here. It was a trip to Goa with all my college friends. It was a perfect holiday, fun, frolic, booze everything you need when with your friends in a tourist paradise. 

Early morinng we all decided that we will be driving to South Goa to this particular Kolva beach. So far so good, we reached there and after the snacks decided on volleyball, not on beach but half drowned in water.

With the sun at its high we were tired, (rather I was) and we all laid our beds on the white sands of the beach and decided we will take a nap and get ourselves 'tanned' (I agreed, it was unusual that the sun could actually make me darker than I already am :P)

But as usual I dozed a little too early. The next thing I remember, some of the girls were giggling and mentioning my name. and the phrase "yeah ..that's a awesome, lets do it!!" 

I thought they were up to some other games and I seriously wanted to sleep! So I didn't pay any attention. (I should have though!)
Well then as I lay there I heard a familiar sound but not really sure or cared what it was ..just enjoying the warm sun.

I heard, "pssssssht ....psssshhhht ...psssssht .." over and over again and odd
cool feelings on my legs, tummy, arms, and a mixture of soft giggles.

Then I felt someone gently moving my hands, and again,
"psssssht...pssssssht..." and giggles

But my patience was up when some silly fly was bugging my face, my forehead, my cheeks. With the natural instinct I tried to hit the fly with my hand but rather I woke up with a startled jolt, there was something mushy all over my face. I jumped up and everyone around me was in hysteric laughter.

Well there I stood, covered in whipped cream. (the pssshhhht sounds I heard). My face at first turned beet red, but then I too broke in to hysterical laughter.

So there it is few 'memorable' incidents this summer. 

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Saturday, May 12, 2012

'Their' Future...

A funny take of the cruel effect of the Bombay Municipal Corporation's decision to demolish the old buildings and build new ones in their place...

Tall buildings, malls and multiplexes,
Concrete architecture replacing the grizzled ones,
As the city abounds steep, with its buildings touching the heavens,
No one cares about their existence.

I am not talking about the birds,
No, not even of the animals,
This isn’t even for the people living in blight,
This is a thought for the poltergeists.

No one cares about them, as the city abates,
The old edifice, their places to dwell,
Where will they haunt, if those are destroyed?
Isn’t it our duty to think of them, after all?

I agree they don’t pay taxes,
I agree they don’t vote,
But they were once the citizen, once alive,
Don’t they have the right to live, even after life?

So stop these gruesome acts,
Don’t make the ghosts homeless,
Those are their last resort to their peaceful future,
So, won’t you give a thought, ‘the ghosts’ future’???

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Finding my lost love...

It was 2009, December, the eve of my birthday, more than that I remember that particular birthday cause on that day I met my 'saathi', one that will be with me till date.

It was late at night when I reached the Nokia priority store, dragging my father into the store to buy me a new mobile phone. The salesman weary of the tiring day was not in all his enthusiasm to brief me on the various phones they stocked, but who cares, I had done my homework pretty well. It had to be an N-Series phone (for all those who don't remember, the craze for N series phones were almost as it is today for the iPhone) particularly N81.

The man brought out the new packed piece of the phone. My ecstasy knew no bounds. With the utmost care I tucked the box under my armpit and walked like a celebrity all down the boulevard.

That night I couldn't sleep. I explored each and every feature of it. I guess I knew more than the manual specified.

Today it’s been almost 4 years since I use the same phone. And as everything loses its luster so has my beloved phone. It is close to my heart but it doesn't have the feel which compels me to use it all through the day. It is something for me that only can receive calls and text messages, and believe me it no fun.

But as I thought that it has grown old enough to be replaced, there came the incredible ‘Vodafone Internet’ connection. I had to activate it due to work related issues, but it was something that rekindled my interest in my old buddy.

I am addicted ever so again to it. You will ask, ‘what's that great to have an internet connection on an old phone?’ Believe me there's everything to it. My phone was a 'smartphone' in its era, so there are mostly all the apps that have been developed recently. So the first thing I did was get all the apps.

So the vibrancy is back to the lusterless grey cell phone. I now on the move make all Facebook status updates, Whatsapp helps me connect with all my friends, sharing media along with IM, Skype, oh my I never thought my phone's front camera will be used, but with video calling feature, it sure does helps a lot.

I guess it’s been days, no months since I had accessed any social networking site on my PC! From news on the go to the silliest online games, I have everything now right in my palms, all I need to do is flip the slider and everything comes to live right on the small 'non HD' screen of my brilliant phone.

Internet on the go! What a concept! From me deciding to end my treaty with my phone and being on the verge of spending for an iPhone, I today have no regret that I have an old phone in my palms. It rekindled the lost love between us, what would have been better than this.

Fun sure is something that has been a feature with the internet on my phone, but it has surely done something much more valuable than that... I guess only people who love their phones as their girlfriend/boyfriend will acknowledge the true meaning and emotions that fill my heart as I write this post and update my blog using my old buddy!

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Friday, May 4, 2012

What then?

Careful what you do,
 'Cause God is watching your every move.
 Hold my hand in the dark street,
 For if you do I know that I’ll be safe.
 Even if I’m far away and alone,
 I can be sure that you’ll find me there.
 This I know.
 You draw me close for a while,
 So quiet, you tell me everything.
 If I forget what you say,
 Then you’d come to me and tell me again,
 Yes, you’d tell me once again.
 But what happens when I know it all,
 Then what should I do after that?
 What then?