A Stubborn Show

It's early in the morning , I'm sitting down on my bean bag staring out of the window, At a time of the day when the only things that seem to be moving are the pigeons . My friends lie asleep in wonderland on the mat next to me Well one of them at least is the other is still voicing out his opinions on politics. I keep staring out at the window, a million thoughts cruising through my mind ,I dont want to stay on one topic alone . I know il be hitting the mat soon, so many things I'd like to think about and yet so little time . I quickly browse through the contents of my mind like the way I used to study a night before my exams. And the same thing happens as it used to with the exams ,in the end I only remember the topics and nothing about the content what I studied. I feel like those tourists who take the bombay darshan where one is supposed to enjoy all this city has to offer in a span of about 12 hours. I start to wonder if this is how I feel when I'm dreamin...

Walking down 7 floors of stairs in the early hours of the morning when the moon still holds dominion is not an easy task. Definitely not an easy one when you are hungry, But when your stomach does the grumbling, you just have to yield. In this city of Bombay ( yea it was and will always be "Bombay" to me   ) after midnight if your hungry and you don't want to travel all the way to someplace in town for seekh kababs (however wonderful that thought may seem) the nearest place you can get your stomach filled is with idli sambhar on a cycle. So it was there that I headed off to, where the guy had parked his cycle and was offering people food, coffee and small doses of cancer ( he seemed to be selling a lot more of cancer than the other things he had to offer ). Suddenly the familiar noise of that engine that makes us all alert and wonder if we are doing anything wrong hits my ears, the sound of that engine comes closer and the idli vendor leaves all of good cust...

This morning the guy who clears out the waste from the building came and said he was collecting bakshish(bonus) for diwali. I told him to wait for a moment, I went to my pant checked how much cash I had on me and then went back to the door and asked the guy bakshish mein log kitna dete hain?( how much do people generally give? ) He said" 50 ya 100" logon k upar depend hain I stepped outside and locked the door behind me.  The guy was like kya hua?  what happened ) I told him even I'm coming with him to collect 

It was a quiet and sunny day and all that. I was having a cup of tea waiting for a friend of mine and besides me there were two street vendors one selling bananas and the other tomatoes. Looking at the amount of fruits and vegetables left , I'd say people were having a craze for tomato ketchup this season . And then after a while the tomato vendor had just few tomatoes left and the banana vendor said " dede kisi ko "( give it to anyone) The other vendor said " kaun khaiyga itna " (Who will eat this much ) Wherein the banana vendor said somethin that I really like " is duniya mein khaney walo ki kami Nai hai khilaney walo ki hai "(in this world there isn't a lack of hungry people ,if there's a lack at all its for those who feed those hungry people )

The worst part of having a cold or a fever or of being unwell in any sorts is that the irritation of being in this condition won't let you get rest however badly u want it or need it And you are a definite goner if by any chance you happen to be an insomniac :/ So what do you do in these situations, I tried the following . 1. Smoke . Relief only as long as the leaves burn 2. Movie . Any movie I seem to watch gets boring after about 5 mins ,well on reason I guess is cause I'm least interested in it 3. Walk . Dint even try that too tired but at least I thought of trying it 4. Games . You get annoyed when you can't complete a level and they flash that GAME OVER on the screen ,out of fear that I might just crash the screen I decided to discontinue this . 5.Write . Well I am doin this right now and it's actually quite effective. Well and having said that my stupid brain now knows the reason why I'm happy and is going to steal that away from me too ,so before it d...

I remember getting wet in the rain with my friends and brother, and as we played the footy game the droplets shaped like a football hit our faces and we hit the football into the goal and that is something I can't forget. I remember sitting on my bike at a crossroad late at night, as the signals around just blinked yellow,  my mind perturbed as I had an important decision to make about something in life, and so with a cup of chai(tea), seated on my bike I started thinking and although I don't remember what that decision was that i had to make , all I remember was discussing it with the chaiwala(one who sells tea) and that conversation is something I cant forget . I remember getting whacked by my dad with belts, canes, rulers and almost anything that would leave a mark on mean then showing it off the next day in school like a prized possession and that is something I can't forget.  I remember the first time I held the guitar in my arms and although I don...

Sometimes cleaning out your closet is more damaging and can bring about unforeseen circumstances than the helping it does as people say. This i say as when u clean it, or to be put in better words, when u arrange your stuff , u go through a lot of things u had forgotten about,something you desired to be kept in the background of Your physical space and when in life you are not yet successful then this can be one big pain in the ass, so how do u cope with it? Smoking?? drinking?? I don’t know I was tempted for a smoke but then my stomach was heavy and I remembered I had those nicotine substitute chewing gums with me so I popped one in my mouth and to be frank they suck. But to be frank they did help I guess coz I’m writing this article like 20 mins after the craving and at the moment although I have this unpleasant taste in my mouth I don’t feel like lighting up. Anyways I realized that there couldn't be those many things that could make me nostalgic and so I kep...

The other day I just happened to watch this movie ‘Before Sunset” I wont go into detail and explain the movie instead I will just borrow IMDB’s version of it and hope that they don't sue me for copyright infringement or whatever it is that I'm doing A young man and woman meet on a train in Europe, and wind up spending one evening together in Vienna. Unfortunately, both know that this will probably be their only night together. As the movie went on, I realized it wasn’t just a romantic movie that we see around us every day in the people around us and on the screens around us, it was different kind of a movie which had wisdom coming out of the earphones that I had plugged in, similar to a way in which I felt when I read Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. I believe it was something of a philosophical orgy. Anyway later on I went on to read about the lead actor, ethan hawke, whose major stint in Hollywood was one opposite Denzil Washington in a movie called the Training d...

He tried his best to stay away from her up until now, but today as she stood there in front of him, a million eyes staring at her dazzling beauty, it made him wonder. Why did he wait so long. As she moved passed the crowd, he could feel a tingle in his spine. And at last she stood there for a moment only the air separating them now and then she slipped slowly into his arms, he felt like it was time to tell her how he felt about her all this time. He was speechless for words and then told her in a way that dint need words.  A language of love understood across everyone on this planet. As their lips touched one another he felt the sting of love. He couldn’t believe it was happening in the end after all.  So he took in a deep breath and waited for reality to sink and then when it still was the same he realized it wasn’t a dream. Then both of them let go of all he had let go cause at once he knew in his heart that this might or might not be and he couldn’t lea...

It was a small house in the slums opposite to where I was staying , having a small square window that showed a lot more than the house had to present to people who passed by. It all started when the broom moved across the window. The broom here used in a metaphorical sense. To me it seemed like she was hitting the child, with a broom. But in the hands of the woman, the child must have seen it as something much more intense. Something that she feared. The girl sat in the corner , thrust over there taking blow after blow from the very thing that removed dirt and dust below her very feet . Her only refuge was a red piece of cloth that she could use to protect herself. The blows kept coming one after another, the woman making sure not to leave even one part of the child’s body unscathed. She wore a yellow Pant and an olive green top. The blows kept coming and the pant now spotted a red makeover in the right leg. I could hear the phrase coming to life “your blood starts...

It all started talking about colleges and why she was in the same college, coz the extrovert that she was I thought she would change her college at the first chance of being able to do so , but she dint, and the reason was “ ghar ke paas me, dad likes the college “ ( means the college was near her house and her dad liked the college) She then pacified herself by saying that it was much better than most of the colleges. I wanted to ask then why not go to the best, but I let it slide She wanted to do arts after high school, but family ka pressure and all that hubba hubba that is so obvious nowadays. Then I don’t know what came over me and I just started firing. I started it very deviously calling her a chicken, and saying that I dint mean to be offensive (but in the whole certainty I meant the word) and telling her that’s it’s the same old reason that all kids give. I told her about one of my friends who’s over 40 and who isn’t very pleased with his job, I th...