Merci

Husn-e-Jaana Ki Tareef Mumkin Nahi... What a beautiful rendition of the original. Coke Studio is brilliant as always.

Dreaming relentlessly. Then doing. Failing.  Stuttering.  Falling. Then rising. Exploring. Achieving. Unaccustomed. Then adapting. Horror. Misery. Gaining control. Ploughing. Then victory. Peace. Clarity.  New decisions. Then confusion. Crossroads. Which way do I go?  -Merci.

When I'm alone, When I've thrown off the weight of this crazy stone, When I've lost all care for the things I own, That's when I miss you. That's when I miss you,you who are my home. (From the song Orange Sky, Alexi Murdoch )

Recently, when I was listening to this( titled) pink floyd song, I decided to google what the term, 'another brick in the wall' means. I have this firm belief that poetry can be interpreted in many ways and there is never a right answer. Which is what makes poems even more beautiful.  Most articles, on the internet claimed, that the term meant this : "each time the poet was hurt he built a wall around him and that object/person of hate was another brick on his wall." This surprised me a little. Because, I always thought it meant that institutionalization killed creativity and growth( over here the writer is taking a dig at teachers and school ) and we all end up chiseled the same way ' ike another brick on the wall'. I thought conformity made us just like any other another brick(person) in the wall(world) with nothing to differentiate  P.S:I think I like my version better. 

I've been wanting to write about my trip to the United States for quite a long time now. My earlier intention was to pen down a detailed travelogue, but a lot of time has passed and the details have blurred. So let me just pick the pieces.  **************** I was staying with a dear, childhood friend in San Francisco (SF). She lives in Mountain view. When I landed in SF, it had just rained and the entire terrain had changed. It was green and vibrant. Taller buildings and a bustling city life. We drove to her place from the airport in an Uber. Uber is so important in the States. People who do not have cars,take the Uber. Yeah, the public transport over there,really sucks. Which is definitely a flaw. What do you do when you are out on the road in the US? How do you reach from point A to B? Keep wondering. Be lost. Or call an Uber. However, in my 3 days over there, Uber rides really grew on me. Mostly because of the chatty drivers. They are really pleasant (I presume, a pa...

For all we know the rickshaw drivers aren't the most accepting lot we have in Mumbai. They have their own rules and will easily own a record of rejecting more people and crushing hopes, than that popular girl/guy in your college would have. Stereotyping compels me to tarnish an entire community but obviously not all of them are the same. Yet, we rant away in our glory and when the next rickshawallah tells us, "Nahi, Andheri nahi jayega"[ Will not go to Andheri ] , we mutter under our breath,"America jayega kya?"[ Oh, so will you go to America? ] However, very recently I had a pleasant encounter with a nice rickshaw driver that completely reset my mood for that day. It was just another day for me when I went down to the auto stand to take a ride to work. As usual the first two rick drivers refused to go. The third one said yes (to my relief) and welcomed me with a smile. He was an old man, cleaning his rickshaw and I was probably amongst his first few custom...

I'm back with a blog post after a short hiatus. Work kept me occupied or maybe it did not. But this place has been barren for a long time now. We have been waiting for the rains for quite sometime in Mumbai. The summer which was welcomed with open arms soon became a menace due to the scorching heat and high humidity leading the government to take alarming steps towards curbing usage of water, adding to our "sticky" woes. Rains usually arrive in Mumbai by June 1. This time the calendar turned to 18th June and yet there was no rainfall in sight. Until the 19th Of course. When the clouds gathered above and the skies poured down. The hills turned green and everything cooled down. I did get wet in the first rains It's customary,isn't it? It's beautiful. It's enriching and delightful. Water pouring down your window sill. The smell of the earth in the first rains. Everything washes down- the roads, the trees, the birds. It's almost purifying. A cup of ho...

This.

It is so easy to lose inspiration when you're caught up doing mundane stuff day by day. You forget there is more to this world. You  tend to forget the reason you started in the very first place. And maybe lost your way. Or maybe found your path but are distracted so. Or maybe are giving up because nothing is working out. But then comes a dash of genius. One person. Or an incident. Or one moment. It reminds you what you want to be. What you should be doing. Why nothing you are doing is wrong. Why success will follow struggle.  I had a tough week. And then I saw this today.