My Best Friend's Birthday

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Behenji or Madam ?

A few days back our news channels were bombarded with the Breaking news (I agree as the times have changed and somehow at any time of the day I only find that one or the other news is breaking, well that’s a different story of which we will get hold of some other day) and the bandwagon had to tell us that The Government of India had approved 51% FDI in the Multi-Brand sector.

Well as Economics and I, both have high regards for each other but we have hardly understood each other so I could not understand the decry and in my own placidity thought it would still generate employment and each one of us love to shop under one roof than how could it be a bad choice. Even if Wal-Mart, Carrefour won’t be given the grounds to set the foreign game we still have Big Bazar (even in small cities), Landmark Group, Shoppers’ Stop had long been playing the Indian gulli-danda or even Hockey for more sophistication and successful like our very own ‘Cricket’. While thinking about the stores I remembered something.

The days we used to wear little frocks and our brothers in shorts .Disney and Barbie clothesline had not yet arrived and we were called by the names of Gudiya ,Choti ,Chotu ,baby and baba and our parents were like their relatives by warmly being called as Bhai sahab and Bhabhiji or even Behenji (it’s socially distasteful now).The days our Kirana stores (mom and pop stores) were all we had as we simply had to buy and not too much thinking about organic sections, exotic sections or the imported ones. We were not Sirs and Madams and we were not paying for the carry-bags and Visual Merchandising was not a career. The days when a family of four was comfortable on Bajaj scooters and Cars were sybaritic.

Today Humara Bajaj is out and it’s about Nano 2012 or Aakash the economical tablet for easy browsing and all these are Indian Brands but we do love our Dominoz , Zara Stores ,iPhone and we like it it even better when all comes from one entrance and one exit with pleasing staffs to help us out fill our trolleys and baskets. It’s not about foreign but about choosing what we want and how we want it. Nevertheless , even if we have KFC we don’t miss our tantalising Pani-Puri ‘s at the thelka.

Cafe and my Closed Eyes

I was sitting in a nearby café drooling over the menu (had missed my lunch even today) and puzzling my fingers with a up down drill.Ahh! Yes, I finally settled for an Irish coffee and a Vegetable Grilled Sandwich. It had been a queer day for me since the first time I had attended the nature’s call. Well talking about food I could just see snow white rice all around me(a Northern in Southern India) and for God’s sake I was not ready for another ‘no hue day’. To talk about studies my books continued to be hostile, forget about peace I could not even see armistice. I had forgotten to attend my class as had I kept sleeping and then there was no one to go out with me in the evening. Leaving all these aside there was something gooey in my head which was creating sporadic tremors. That is when I decided to come to the café to relax over a cup of coffee.

I have closed my eyes and I could hear ‘The Carpenters’ softly singing ‘Yesterday Once More’ to me. Just then it struck me why are we so much intoxicated with our past. We miss things, people we have met, places travelled over and definitely ourselves of what we were some time ago. It’s not we hate or are in love with our present keeping it impersonal but there is something about these memories which allures us and we become a living Time Machine ourselves without sitting into one in particular. We long for those rainy days from school, our first day in college, the sophomore night outs, our first dates, ‘Rakhi letters’ from sisters, numerous mistakes - in grammar, in conversations, in relationships and yes when you were so confused about your career choices. Even though they create only an ephemeral simulacrum but they are like the dark chocolate which leaves the taste in your mouth. They play like a reel making us listen to only want we really had enjoyed listening to without any turbulence. Yes of course there are obnoxious reminiscence which haunt us or hurt us deeply but they after a considerable period of time become irrelevant and just become a reason why you are confident today and how you make better decisions with life.

But why do we do this time travel so often? May be we keep trying to figure out the meaning of life. How thing could have been, how things would be and maybe if it stops suddenly and did we live it up to the mark as we just had one (I am really not certain of reincarnations).Even if we think so much about it or ruminate not at all we still would be left with a next day which might be sunny and just the way you wanted it or maybe just too gloomy to even wake up for but we do open our doors to know what it would be.

With a little smile on my face and eased temples I woke up to the present and what it had to present me was my order which had turned cold losing the grill effect and the Irish coffee gone long back to Ireland. I paid the bill and went back to my dwelling with a dorsal thought of solving the next exercise.Oh! Lord I am now thinking of ahead.

PS: Einstein said that Time does not exist probably because we always have a parallel world inside our head.

Singing Sour in the Sugar Rain

Quite in my arms I sat to dance

Singing in the silence of thoughts

Held by the breath and held by the flesh

Deep down a soul cried with fear

The greed for Love sold me to him

As he was a Hym to me

Rains washed my eyes and the sky so clear

Ahead for me a pain to bear

The cycle of agony and the Ecstasy never ends

Making me a meaning or an incomplete poem

Here comes the dusk with its mask of light hiding the dark which lies behind

Songs will be sung and it will be a beautiful night tonight

But I have promises to keep who bears me night after night

Making me a fuller dream

PS:Friday nights are fun to be but waking up with your Sunday morning is the sweetest :)

So I missed you

In the blue and in the white

and I still missed you

Lying on my linen and amidst the crowd

and I still missed you

In the Grail of Love with my wife and my whore

and I still missed you

Begged for long and lavished for long

but you still mocked me

Where was I and where I had to be

the questions never ended but I still missed you

Death came all by my side

and I still couldn't find you

You were me who I had to be

but .....I so missed you

Satan my Charmer

When the Dark Prince brings roses to the Heart

Who do I choose ?

Pebble or the bask

I crumble with love and I do know the past

Surround and around warns me and even mocks me

Awhile,sit in my quieten to the existence’s frighten

For the Tempter’s sake I fetch the bosom of philia

He burnt me alive but I stayed with life

Fire is not agony but a test of time

Lucifer or Azazel whom should he be

Harm me or disarm me ...the charms he play

The goodness dwells even within the Satan

Hope of my hope looks for it