the revival process..
ok.. i did not promise i will be regular, but i will make an effort. I have realized that a post (however small) at least three times a week should be a good start. So here we go...
Today was a holiday...yess, after a long time, I get to spent some time alone at home. Some work, which btw is still continuing, but home is home and so i started up trudging and toodling from morning... was interrupted a bit to go to all places..boss house, but in the end ...managed some quality time in...
i want to write poetry again..its been a long time since i stopped... so here goes
the soft rustle of leaves, the wind beneath the twigs
the long shadow of the moon, the loving tweet of the nightowl
the pale glow of the streetlamp, the hurried sound of feet going home
remembering the quiet days when visions blinked and flew away
the soft call of the voice, the longing to run
the tinkle of the bell, the warmth of the tear
the sweet taste of honey, the caress of the cloth
the longing to start anew, the longing to see till the end..
the soft message of the river, the harsh bite of the cold
the days of the past, the dreams still left to fulfil
waiting for the end of the dark, embracing the shining glow.............
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
there is a bird
A short time ago, in fact almost the entire day, I had a relevation. It went something like this : (more of a rant actually)...
I am a little out of the weather. I do not like hot weather and it is sweltering at 44 degrees. The other problem is that the office I work in tends to switch of the airconditioning at 19:00. Regardless of the fact that it is sealed on four sides, and there are people working inside it, the ac is shut out at the stroke of the hour. (you can actually set your watches on it!!).
So here I was, sitting in a sealed cube, terribly pisssed, when I decided to rework something. Its called blogrolling.. to take a popular concept and twist it around a bit, it means to go on blogger and read random blogs by hitting the "next blog" key. In the midst of blogrolling, and having more that half an hour to kill, I have decided to re-revive (yes, yet again) my old blog.
So there is the bird that flies...again.. there are no commitments on how long... but again.. a start is a start...
I am a little out of the weather. I do not like hot weather and it is sweltering at 44 degrees. The other problem is that the office I work in tends to switch of the airconditioning at 19:00. Regardless of the fact that it is sealed on four sides, and there are people working inside it, the ac is shut out at the stroke of the hour. (you can actually set your watches on it!!).
So here I was, sitting in a sealed cube, terribly pisssed, when I decided to rework something. Its called blogrolling.. to take a popular concept and twist it around a bit, it means to go on blogger and read random blogs by hitting the "next blog" key. In the midst of blogrolling, and having more that half an hour to kill, I have decided to re-revive (yes, yet again) my old blog.
So there is the bird that flies...again.. there are no commitments on how long... but again.. a start is a start...
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Sailor's Moon
Its been a tough fortnight.. Lot of running around now reminds me that a certain part of age is slowly catching up to me. But on the whole, it was great fun. Starting from managing an entire sale from Mumbai to the wedding, everything was just so perfect.
After the AAR, I now feel a tad tired. I will now take a much needed break and head off to my retreat. It is a sailor's moon. A ghostly galleon in the endless sea of spry clouds....
To sign off, a short translation :
O my lonely sailor, tell me what shore awaits you...
I wait for the storm to come, to show you a distant dock....
What shore would would you moor my sails too.....................
After the AAR, I now feel a tad tired. I will now take a much needed break and head off to my retreat. It is a sailor's moon. A ghostly galleon in the endless sea of spry clouds....
To sign off, a short translation :
O my lonely sailor, tell me what shore awaits you...
I wait for the storm to come, to show you a distant dock....
What shore would would you moor my sails too.....................
Saturday, December 22, 2007
The Cha Wallah Chronicles...
The travels down various cities and the many different experiences I have had with cha wallahs and tea stalls.
A small look at this culture of brotherhood where bonds are made and maintained till time immemorial.
Picture courtesty :
www.flickr.com/photos/
Friday, December 21, 2007
Trawling the net .. found this.. as the original label says "wtf"
courtesy of http://dirtscapes.blogspot.com/.............. unique randomness .
today
Today is the prelude to the long Christmas Vacation. It is really strange that I will be spending it here instead of running out somewhere. Memories of Christmas have always been very hazy for me. We used to start the festivities on Dec 23rd each year and carry them into the new year (Jan 2). The traditional beginning at our favorite watering hole, followed by the music and solo sessions. Christmas was always characterized by the numerous gatherings we attended, followed by revelry in church. There was one eve I remember moving around in the streets of city distributing sweets to the homeless. This was after a classic hazy church visit. Christmas mornings would be early wakes, swollen head and desire to sleep, but usually the hang of project submission would grouch the mood. The intermediate days was a rush culminating in a shooting new year party somewhere and a hazy wake up usually on the street.
All that seems to have changed lately. Now it is all the polite greetings, the merry holidays, and the social smiling. Never are we to have those glory days of revelation and understanding of each other. The time now is of soberity, change and getting old and mature.. slightly boring but what has to be done must be completed.
for some mirth, i have actually remembered what I was doing on new years from the year 2000. they are tagged :
2000 : no idea genuinely. seriously no clue; must have been sane because was starting out those days.
2001: chinatown ???? ; 2002 : sane wake up. (probably)...
2002: again no idea..... must have been pretty zonked this year ; 2003 : project time tha, vague memories.
2003: rum drinking at oly....hogging like a mammoth all night... ; 2004: woke up pretty sane in own bed.
2004: beer running, grass peddling, hostel boundary jumping, tequilla shooting randomness ; 2005: woke on a bed at friend's house with light fused completely.
2005: great rum party at IIM ; 2006 : woke up slightly wonky on some random floor.
2006: crap party, pretty passed out ; 2007: woke up on a park bench in wet fog with no idea how I got there.
2007: no idea..still hazy....
well, to leave a continuing post two years down the line seems a little strange, but the fact that we remembered at all to update the blog is in itself an achievement... to cut a long story short.. we may proceed with the updates..
2007... great house party .. the first in the new house.. the first hosted by us... fabulous food (which i still remember was late) but it was wonderful... the first stocked wet bar... the huge tequilla shots.. the 12 songs of christmas... it was the first riot....
2008 .... non random wake up... two bottles of tequilla.. no bodies :) chased pb down the street with a rolled newspaper for not showing up... single malt breakfast...
2008... the house party redux... rolling round the highways, the taj, lodhi road.. gallons of beer as starters... rolling into the house and getting the party done in one HOur FLAT... o we did it... the redux of the tequilla, the cutting of the hand... the enormous tequilla shots... breaking police barriers in half awake state (without getting caught)... the comeback shots.... riot again.....
2009... wake up .. wake up... the last count.. 135 with the feed in place, the house good as new.... lager lunch at a place long gone.......
2009.... dunno, dunno, so much has changed.. so many embers still burn... so many new paths.... one thing is certain.. there is not going to be a third time.... the posts will remain vacant this year.. inshallah....
we will come back after two years and update this.... hopefully.. as always... as always.... till then cheers ....
All that seems to have changed lately. Now it is all the polite greetings, the merry holidays, and the social smiling. Never are we to have those glory days of revelation and understanding of each other. The time now is of soberity, change and getting old and mature.. slightly boring but what has to be done must be completed.
for some mirth, i have actually remembered what I was doing on new years from the year 2000. they are tagged :
2000 : no idea genuinely. seriously no clue; must have been sane because was starting out those days.
2001: chinatown ???? ; 2002 : sane wake up. (probably)...
2002: again no idea..... must have been pretty zonked this year ; 2003 : project time tha, vague memories.
2003: rum drinking at oly....hogging like a mammoth all night... ; 2004: woke up pretty sane in own bed.
2004: beer running, grass peddling, hostel boundary jumping, tequilla shooting randomness ; 2005: woke on a bed at friend's house with light fused completely.
2005: great rum party at IIM ; 2006 : woke up slightly wonky on some random floor.
2006: crap party, pretty passed out ; 2007: woke up on a park bench in wet fog with no idea how I got there.
2007: no idea..still hazy....
well, to leave a continuing post two years down the line seems a little strange, but the fact that we remembered at all to update the blog is in itself an achievement... to cut a long story short.. we may proceed with the updates..
2007... great house party .. the first in the new house.. the first hosted by us... fabulous food (which i still remember was late) but it was wonderful... the first stocked wet bar... the huge tequilla shots.. the 12 songs of christmas... it was the first riot....
2008 .... non random wake up... two bottles of tequilla.. no bodies :) chased pb down the street with a rolled newspaper for not showing up... single malt breakfast...
2008... the house party redux... rolling round the highways, the taj, lodhi road.. gallons of beer as starters... rolling into the house and getting the party done in one HOur FLAT... o we did it... the redux of the tequilla, the cutting of the hand... the enormous tequilla shots... breaking police barriers in half awake state (without getting caught)... the comeback shots.... riot again.....
2009... wake up .. wake up... the last count.. 135 with the feed in place, the house good as new.... lager lunch at a place long gone.......
2009.... dunno, dunno, so much has changed.. so many embers still burn... so many new paths.... one thing is certain.. there is not going to be a third time.... the posts will remain vacant this year.. inshallah....
we will come back after two years and update this.... hopefully.. as always... as always.... till then cheers ....
2009..... well... o well... first things first.. there was no party in the house. .... it all started with a late lunch at one of the old places.. and then it started... the demise of nemo... the ISIS outbreak... whatever u might call it.... it was strange..how something u build up collapses in one hour... hw the entire system implodes on itself in one night... o well.o well... to sum it up, nice garden party at good friends house... lots of whiskey, tequilla and what not...
2010 : came back at four in the morning... went to sleep.. woke up with tears streaming down face... the start of the interdict.... the end of an era....
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