local capers

Yesterday two interesting things happened in the local.
I normally dont hav a fixed train like most mumbaikars. My train depends on the time and energy levels i have each morning.
This Morning i took a fast local, as it was decently alightable at Kandivali, but got off at bandra as it was too swollen and not subsiding, (to catch a slow for elphinstone) ran through the over bridge to the track, to alight the slow train just pulling in, and was pleasantly surprised to find it relatively empty. Almost all third seats empty!
I cudnt stop beaming as i inquired of the woman next to me..
From andheri? Yes she nodded

Next station Mahim.
another woman walking in, beaming the same goofy grin i must have had!
Bandra? She asks.
Andheri. I grin back.
Just made me realise How little we mumbaikar local travellers really need to feel good!
On the other hand, the evening return trip saw two eunuch beggars begging for one rupee coins. Young 20 somethings.
One of them was angrily arguing with a commuter. If u want to give me money be quick about it. Dont waste your and my time fiddling into your purse. I have other 'custombers' waiting too.

Na rahe baas na baje basuri......The poorn story!

"Mamma whats porn?" asks my seven year old son. Its 31 dec, 2999. New years eve. And im getting ready to welcome the new millennium .
"Where in hell did u find that relic?"
i ask, i am slightly taken Aback.
I knew i would have to hav the talk sooner or later but i ddnt think it wud end up in 'sooner'
"New year eve and The tv is chronicling the important things that happened in the last 1000 years, and other than how we indians edged out us and china to number one spot, it said we were also the ones who started the 'porn revolution' So whats porn?!
I sigh as i look at my cute innocent baby!
Its a word that exists only in the dictionary dear!i start, but Let me begin from the beginning.
Initially, Cave men worked hard outdoors physically, to bring the food home, and banged their women for children, which was borne and reared by these women. It worked well, till men invented machines to do their physical work, a direct result of which women started going out too, as brute strength was no longer needed to earn the bread
Then the men went ahead and learnt to preserve their sperms.
Now the women no longer needed men to give birth.
If u ask me i wood say, their goose was cooked right there and then. Though of course, it took many more years to reach there
In the meanwhile men also got so lazy that instead of banging their women, they started to let others do it for them. Ie they learnt to watch others do it. And enjoyed that.
On film. That was called porn.
Oh u mean its just a movie?
Yes i chortle. Actually just a short movie.
The movies started simply! A single couple, then mixed doubles and later to orgies and rape porns so on and so forth till it reached to watching children having sex too.
Thats when somebody decided to ban porn.
" Oh" sonsy eyes grow wide. Then?
But the ban ddnt end anything, i tell him...... as the crimes against children and women ddnt really stop, Somewhere about 200 years later, some indian govt got a bright idea that the best way to stop sexual abuse was to castrate men. All men. Of all ages. It was called the 'na rahe baas na baje basuri' scheme. it was decided that this was the only lasting solution to stop men from behaving like animals Since they had any way outlived the real use of their penis and testertones too. And anyways the sperm banks were always there for progeny.
Initially men resisted, but sooner or later, one by one, they were all done in!
Now a days, in fact, its a quick easy process done the minute a male child is born. Two nips. One the umblical cord and the other the u know what.
And i must add the world indeed became a better place!
Now im speaking more to myself than to him!
No more testertone, no more rapes, no more child porn, no more wars, nothing negative in fact!
And men because they had nothing to do learnt to communicate with women the way women wanted them too. That is Emotionally!
And since india was a super power by then it ddnt take long for the whole world to follow suit
So now u know what porn is.
I conclude loudly ending my little speech.
But somewhere in the middle of our talk my sweet little kid had fallen fast asleep.

punishments

' An angry parent,
A cringing child,
Often
neither Time heals,
nor shrinks.'

Ode to the inner child

You were a brave kid,
Well stocked with pluck
Impertinent at times,
ImPatient at others,
An industrious scurry
Of Leaping from one life's episode to another
With the Grace of a lithe monkey
It was Always love

Angry ,teary confused
Soulful, sad..
Sombre colours of sorrow
That was love too
Too long you ruled
Held your mighty sway
On my tiny heart.
Now its time
To relieve you
Of your heavy burdens
With wholesome gratitude
And give you a well deserved rest
Bye, inner child,
you will be always loved!

shadows

We often
seek shadows
desirous of cool
shades

And
end up
in smoke screened
desperate darknesses

Darkness and light

Its a thin thin line
Almost invincible,
exasperating
in its Fleeting flights,
of disappearances.

It has set forth
a hitherto unknown
tussle of biting brightness,
and anonymous grey nights,
A glimpse of you,
Daylight,
now that ive finally got
i dare want more!
The comfort of the
familiar dark
draws with distant
Faint lullabies,
the throb of a
new tender heart beat
Holds a secret promise too
Pain isnt bad,
It cajoles,
For isnt pain very proof
of throbbing life?!
And ,
Life,
Light says
is not meant to be perfect!
Both pull, as of now,
i want the light to win!

salvages

Salvage.
The heart
heavy,
With sagas of past
Where dones cannot be undone
and
uncuttable
bonds of steel
resonate
an uncertain future
Does the journey ever really end?

The waiting

The waiting
I
Walk
To the spot
Where it lay silent....

Our Love..

I Linger on.
Hopes still alive

For
Its Not
as much
The lack
Of The heartbeat
As much as
the rot of carcass
Which is the final
Proof of death !

indifferent lonliness

Just one of those days
when the mind,
It begs
for some Fruitful occupancy,
And
The heart
wishes to Feel
something more
Something warm
Something vast,
Some thing loving!

One of those days
When unfeeling
mundaneness rules
The grey walls of the
Sluggish brain
One of those days
When Loneliness walks
In Indifferent colours!

pedestals

It starts with
high pedestals
That Lovers
Place each other on
When on an upward swings

Its but
Laws of nature,
For What goes up
Has to come down-
Gravity rules!
And
Once Exulted values
Erodes by
corrosive time
Providing
The correction
Devaluation...
Balance restored
Love lives on!

crossroads

Crossroads
If you're are Caught
between Two worlds,
Like Love and calling,
And a bitter battle unfurls.

Pampering one,
The other suffers
unintended neglect...
Is it bad or worse
Bravely Pick and choose,
Procrastination is uncalled
You favour not yourself,
All other worlds too, unserved!

beef ban

Dunno whether its a good sign or bad!
A group of women on the local discussing the non veg ban during the jain festival.
One real vocal woman:
we r a democracy. Don't go into kitchens. We r brahmins too, but we dont expect others to not eat meat.

Cut to yesterdays conversion at the office lunch session:
One woman" I am a brahmin. So i eat rice for breakfast, snacks for lunch. And ....... Honestly i missed the rest cause my internal sacarstic bitch was already having a gala time.......oh, so u r a brahmin, so where are the distinguishing horns? And who dictates the eating habits of brahmins. The Rig ved?"
One side of me is glad of the vibrancy of democracy that this 'vocal on local' brahmin lady is not too thrilled abt the seemingly pro hindu jain ban dikat, and even thinks it important enough to discuss it with train friends
Where as the other side, one wonders how primitive must be this 5000 year old,if not more culture be, that prople still take pride in their eating habits based on their superior caste., and worse still thinks food (and drinks) have to be lawfully regulated even in the 21st century!

lull

then,
those some days
Where
nothing is right,
And
nothing is wrong,
No
new nagging worries
Nor
old haunting hurts,
No
fights left 
in any fight either

Its the proverbial lull,
In the effortless flow
Of time.

Bad taste in mouth

Bad taste in mouth

I have already stepped into the bus, on my way to work, and standing right ahead, when i realise i have clean forgotten to brush my teeth.
The yucky tartary feeling in the mouth is bad.
The only cheery thing about it is  a line i had read somewhere long ago that pops on the wall of my brain page. "U dont hav alzeimers when u forget to brush your teeth. It happens when u forget how".

I am brot back from my brain wall by a violent jerk caused by a sudden break by the driver.

Apparently he has had to break to avoid hitting an auto guy. Since i dont know driving for nuts, i must admit i cant say who was at fault.
But my  driver was already cursing the frail old auto guy in white uniform. Bose D K , dont u hav any sense, do u want me to hit u, BOSE D K, do u think this is UP, Mc Bc, do u want me to come to UP and hit u, ....

The frail guy with a scull cap wasn't very feeble either. I had showed my hand he scream whines,  victim written all over his face.

Luckily a passing hawaldar intervenes and asks the bus driver, to leave, along with taking the auto guy to task

Needless to say the taste in the mouth is  now worse. :( and its not the tartar thats the reason

wistful whispers

Wistful whispers

Perhaps
in another world
On another day
We could have
met As lovers
Not just friends

The potential
It exists
u and i
Both know....
Without
 Using words any

We could,
You know
Fall deeply in love
With Each other
Night and day
Tirelessly
Unstintingly,
Forever

Well,
Maybe not for ever!

But whilst it would last,
It would consume
Us heart and soul
Burn us down
With horrible Intensities
All those turbulent times
And all those days
and nights
Of longings and pinings
And ceaselessly loving
And lovingly living
Just For the day,
Everyday.

Yes,
We could have been lovers too!

Just tell me

just tell me
if you caress her face,
before you
make love to her?

do you, cup her face,
between your huge hands,
stare deep into her eyes,
soulfully, unblinkingly,
with that same lingering gaze,
that had always made me
your prisoner,
again and again
each and every time
we made love.
do you give her
the same smile,
the very same words
coated in the same
soft silken whispers?
would I be prying,
if i ask you
whether
it sends
her in a tizzy too,
like it did me
all those years?
do you, dear,
remember me
whenever you see her
in your marital bed?
Do you,
please, tell me please,
do you?
Oh! !stupid crazy love,
that it doesn't want you!
all it wants
is for you
to remember us
whenever you feel love!