Biographies:The Wall

No this is not about Jammy.I am the real wall.Its not hard to find me.I surround everyone.In and out.I can be made with Italian vitrified tiles,with marbles from Belgium or just cement,bricks, stones ,barbed wires or even the waste card-boards can also make me stand.In Tienanmen square some crazy guys tried to make a humanized version of me.But their wall turned in to a heap of dead bodies Later.

I am ageless.I was there in troy when Achilles invaded and destroyed me.I recovered & reappeared , this time on the banks of Daya.The Samrat painted me red with the blood of thousands of the kalingas'.Same man turned saint before my eyes.I blinked and found myself in Mughal court.I assimilated the beauty inside me.Can still feel her sighs sometimes.I got up next morning & was in agra.They say i stand as a epitome of love there.I got a little high at jallianwala bagh.People tried to climb me.Failed and left blood stains.

I brought people close . Then I created differences between brothers ,races,religions.I connected a country across length in china .I divided a country in Germany.I became strongest at the Swiss bank.Weakest in the flood zones of Bihar.I spread hatred & separated people when I got demolished in Ayodhya .At Berlin , I watched love of the long separated hearts when I was brought down .I tried to hold on hard when i was bombarded in Palestine.They made bullet holes through me in Jaffna.Government bulldozers crushed me countless times around the world.But i always survived.

I protected people.I saw a family growing before me.I wore the swastika mark.They decorated me for good luck in festivals.The baby leaned on me to walk its first step.Fell.Leaned again & learnt how to walk.He grew in to a boy.He put Sachin's and pam's posters side by side. I saw the aspirations of that young man & also his frustrations when he hit & kicked me.He got married.Some of his passionate moments with his woman were spent in my arms only.I used to listen to the secrets of the house.They said I had ears.I stood honestly with the family.I saw sons and daughters leaving old parents.I felt the tears of the old father as he rested his head against me & cried.He became alone, just like me.We talked. Old time friends again.

They made movies .Wall-E ,Deewar.But put reshma ki jawani poster on me .Sunny deol injured me in each of his movies.I never felt the pain.They posted flirty messages on me in facebook.The floyds cried of being just another brick inside me.Crazy dumb YOs wrote renegade RoX on my chest.I never complained.I remained static .Surrounding that old municipality school for years as I used to witness the Dilli chalo slogan being written over again and again countless times.Dr.Ali advertised his path-breaking anti-impotency medicines on my head.I became the canvas.People painted me ,some times with color and brush,Most of the times with urea enriched water.I din't complain.I became religious , political and social.Flaunted the aum, the cross and the crescent moon .The hand, the lotus and the elephant.The protests against fee hikes , domestic violence ,corruption & article 377.

Lenon said that my fall would bring peace to world.But i don't have death.I am invictus.Nothing and nobody can cease my existence.I was , I am & I will be.Between rich and poor , between hindu and muslim , between black and white.I become invisible.I touch lives and when I get old, I fall and crush them.And they erect me again.Still everyone loves me.I preserve order.Life keeps on growing around me.People live inside walls.Walls live inside people.Everyone finds his way through me.So the saying goes "Where there is a wall , there is a way".

So next time when you feel alone , try to talk with me.We can share some never ending stories.In silence ... just like the old time friends :).

November Rain

I consider Mondays specially unpleasant in the calender, after the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday.By the way this weekend was something special.Though I slept for the scheduled 30 hrs ,the rest 18 hours were really eventful.we got the new DTH and broadband connection.I fell in love with Katrina Kaif again.And there was that wonderful evening with one of the master story tellers of our times at the Landmark store , Lord Jeffry Archer.But what interested me the most was the walk I took from office to home on Saturday evening.I wish I could rewind to that time again.

No doubt I stayed awake the whole Friday night and slept the whole next morning.Late afternoon I came to office, did some so called "pending tasks" and left before my inner self could start protesting.I prefered walking back as the weather seemed quite fine and cosy.

The shiny long winding road by KBR park is a nice treat to eyes.I saw a lot of pretty faces around.There was dew in the air.The atmosphere was grey and translucent.I could feel the breeze and smell the incoming rain.And suddenly there was a flash of lightening & the drumbeat of the rumbling clouds declared the arrival of a downpour.People started running for shelter.I grinned.I love the cold November rains.

So the sky broke into a passionate rain and began falling in torrents.The rain drops glittered as they stuck the sodden ground.I was watching the narrow channels of water formed by the roadside under the trees and followed them unless they submerged with one another to form a small stream. There were drops of water falling from my hair on my face. I have always enjoyed getting drenched in rain and it was one of those rare chances again .A light breeze played about the boughs & scattered stray leaves on the gliding stream below.I started walking along side the stream .Odd pieces of paper,leaves and sticks floated by .The wind blew in gusts, curving the fall of the rain. I found a point where the waters were swirling round and round in eddies.I inserted my finger in the center and tried to feel the flow.Gradually the stream disappeared round a bend at the end of the street.

It was past sunset and there was a soft red on west.It was growing darker by the moment.The rain thinned to a drizzle & the breeze played gently through the trees. The clouds were rolling back.There was a mild,balmy and delicious freshness in the air.The whole earth and sky became dark as a mass of smoke.That darkness at six o'clock was an event,romantic,to be remembered.

I thought of her, smiled and headed for home. My body was shivering in cold, but my heart was warm. A nerve of memory was touched. A day had just passed.

F is the new S

"kifmat hi kharab hai fali"..
-- Charlie , Kaminey (2009)

I will never regret waiting for 1 hour for a transport to get back to my house at 1 a.m. on the deserted Lakdi Ka Pool stand last Sunday. Why ? 'Coz I was was still in a state of fuzz and feeling something "fexy" about the last 3 hours i spent in the talkie , yeah..i was totally amazed and captivated. I am a big Tarantino fan And I want to tell you Mr Tarantino , This is the brave new Bollywood.

No , this ain't any review . I don't want people to go to the movie with a pre-notion or expectations. Walk in with an empty mind ( but should be a working one :P) . I still can't work out why this movie works. It doesn't have cheap comedy , lavish sets or a teen-flavor , but everyone loves it. The main thing it has is us...as the real people , our mean sides . It makes you laugh amidst the ugliness of violence in perhaps India's first real dark comedy ( "Jane bhi do Yaaron" was another genuine attempt though ). The last shot , in which the characters walk with bullets flying all around reminded me of something . With violence all around you, you sense innocence caught in the crossfire . And finally you come away with a great sense of the pointlessness of it all. Many stories told separately and finally come together in a great revelation..discovering the "kamina" in ourselves.

They are taking chances and winning. It was Dev D . Now its Kaminey .The new age directors. Hats off :).

Rain

"Kaale Varshatu Parjanya, Prathweem Sasya shalineem!"
(Let the earth be green with timely rains!)

I just love the rains! I have heard it was raining heavily the day I was born. My grandfather used to chide me saying, "You are an incarnation of Lord Varuna. It was raining so much that we could see you only when you were 2 days old." I was born at my maternal home just two km from my home, but the heavy rains prevented my family from seeing me for two whole days!

My love for the rains is next only to my love for life* ( *conditions applied). Most of my childhood was spent enjoying the rains and the funny memories. Hot tea with crispy pakodas specially prepared for rainy days, spicy curries prepared from seasonal shelled mushrooms with boiled rice and the sensational puri & chhola prepared by my mother were some of the rainy season specials I miss badly now! Literary greats like Chekov , Manoj Das & Mark Twain too added to the ambience. My love for literature has always been intertwined with my love for the rains.

I enjoyed riding my bicycle in the rains too! I used to enjoy my short visits to my village those days .The smell of soil after the first downpour, the sound of the rain falling over the tiled roofs and fishing in those tiny ponds that came alive during the monsoon seem so unreal today.

When I moved to Warangal to pursue my engineering, the rain song went out of my life. I tried my best to rush to my hometown during the rainy season, but that was not always possible. Now I have settled down in Hyderabad, a concrete jungle and a complete mess during rains.Hmm..I miss those days.

Many of the important incidents in my life were greeted by rains. It rained when I was born; rather I was born when it rained. It rained in Warangal the day I went there for my admission to College. I proposed a girl first time in my life..and it was raining. Even my first day to office was a rainy day. The joke then was, "Panda..u really need warming up!"

When I met my girl, I told her my idea of romance was to walk in the rains sharing the umbrella. Though we never enjoyed even one of the several of those would-be romantic walks . I still love the rains and would love to do all those wonderful things over and again. But unfortunately, the rain gods have become unkind to this part of our planet.

Come rain or shine; forever in love with U!

Kuch Batein Ho jaye .. T700

Wow ..now thats the second most sexy thing I've ever possessed ( 1st one..hmm..of course she knows :p) . Muwaahhhhh..

Trying to resurrect..

Summer ended in our lives long ago,
In the cold winter we shiver
Holding hard
Yet hating each other
So when it comes to a crunch
Weeds come in a bunch
Rolling these we smoke the peace pipe
And forget the difference
It is ceasefire
We may not snipe

Intimacy comes sometimes
And sometimes,
We have tears
The weed is the peacemaker
When we go off the rocker
Smoking,
We take a chance.
And in loneliness
Manage a stiff dance!

Sometimes
The walls have a crack,
Midnight calls
This "Corpulence"
Walk in...
We have a shack!
Nothing dies, least of all passion-
listen to the silence of embers within-
crackling and muttering,
waiting for the wind…
Why let go?

There is always a fire in the heart.
Today’s events may lie,
but there is the one to be born tomorrow…
Move on- just move on...
may be the crowd has one waiting…
may be lost-
the fire waits below the snow!

Lonely Traveller..

The dark clouds in the sky..
The wind blowing past..
I breeze through the countryside..
Trying to make it to home fast..

The rain hits me on the face..
As I speed on..
My eyes turn moist..
And my heart begins to moan...

I dunno where this road's going...
I dunno what's in it for me..
I feel so lonely..
Will anybody ever travel with me??