Wednesday, December 15, 2010

A walk down the memory lane

I had walked those paths a thousand times. So what was it that felt different today? Today somehow it felt like i have completed a full circle, small yet, a full circle. As i climbed on the pavement, a brush of air greeted me. Yes, it recognised me. Nobody asked my identity, as if i really belonged there. I closed my eyes and breathed in the air that felt like home.

As I walked on, washed in the dull yellow street light, i remembered all those evenings when it did not feel so dull somehow, coz back then there were so many faces that used to greet me, knew me, today i was alone. I saw the hospital’s clumsy dark emergency entry and i could almost see in 3D, us three, sitting there. Those gossips and bitching. I had not known before, that guys are great at bitching too. Those giggles and comments on whoever would pass by... and then i saw myself passing by, wondering what would have i commented on myself! Shift to another folder in my memory, and i saw myself sitting with him, that once, when i had met him for the first time. Happy memories disappeared as i came back to today and walked ahead. Yes i have come a long way in these 5 years and have really grown up to be a different person. Those happy memories did not bring pain and tears as i had expected but a smile of content that those so many moments I had lived, are still with me.

As i walked ahead and reached the circle, the stairs stared at me. Almost complaining- “look you have deserted me!!” The street light was mellowed by the huge tree that I don’t remember from ‘my days’. It did not recognize me either. It questioned my identity. Standing near the stairs, I looked around almost expecting the guard and his whistle but he was no where to be found. The place looked really dull today but I could see all of us, our chatter, our panchayati, gal problems, guys problem.. and those curses, some learnt some invented.

I moved on, saw those bikes… group of guys, chatting, fagging and I suddenly felt so out of place. Just then I heard myself “abe chai kaun kaun pi raha hai?koi ja k order karoge?” and the smile was back on my face. That 2Rs tea around that circle, those whistle, just when the gates were about to be closed, meant more than sipping cappuccino at CCD. I walked inside the Food court and looked in front, the Veg vendor was closed. You don’t need to fight for chairs in the food court anymore? Not even inside? Half of the tube lights were off and the silence was unnerving.

Came back to the Stairs…apna adda, out marked space!!! Fighting with self, I sat down eventually. Yes I could feel all of you around me. Ankita smiling at me, Neha holding my hand, Raga hugged me, Ekta was concerned, Mishu said “ patient to hum the na?”, Shrawni’s mad laugh, Geetika’s electrifying smile, Chetan and his stupid dance, Arup was learning how to be Ross, TD and his “chhor na”, Richu’s shahi lacknawi hindi, Jigyasa and her naughty stare, Samir ka “kaisa laga?”, Nikhil “Bing”, Sanjeet and his Dhoni stories, Mrinal scared of walking behind galz when I whistled and they thought its him, Golu-my all time partner for black current softy… Debo and Shweta upgrading my “Basics”, That was me…that was Ramaiah.

I know I would never ever see you all together again. But there in that moment I had all of you with me…Ramaiah is nothing without you all. Miss you all and would give anything to see us together again…One day.


Dated: 29th Nov 2010.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

The Bubble Theory

Self assessments::Random thoughts!!!

Which are not so random. It’s a turmoil, an ongoing discussion in my mind. I wonder what it feels like to be Phoebe and have people talking in her head because I am simply exhausted listening to my voice, my own flood of thoughts.

Being Aries can be curse at times when you let someone enter your world. OK!! lets not generalize a sun sign and I should speak for myself.

I had read long back in Linda Goodman’s book that Aries live in their own world. They are just happy and always occupied with their own little things. Obsessed with their hair and always find something so interesting in their nails that the rest of world, standing right in front of their eyes just vanishes.

I feel, I live in a bubble and I am very happy and eager to meet people only until, they don’t try to burst my bubble. It’s very rare that I let anyone enter my bubble but since the bubble I live in is so transparent people don’t really realize that there is anything keeping me shielded. So, those I interact with everyday just assume that what they see is real me. But the fact is even I don’t know the real me and sometimes I wonder who are these people who are so sure of what they are and how they feel. Most of the times I really don’t know what I feel!! If I am sad I am sad and I don’t know why something so silly has affected me. When I am happy there is this music in my bubble and I am just amused. People looking from outside find it funny that I am happy for no reason at all but what they don’t know is that I have another world inside that bubble that they can’t see. A world of my own, world of my dreams, my thoughts, my ideas and mostly the memories I cherish.

My problem starts when I let someone enter the bubble and I don’t know what to do with him/her. It’s even worse if that person has no idea that he has entered my bubble. Its conflicting cause being in the same bubble I want to share everything, after all I am suppose to be a great host. But since he is unaware of the whole bubble thing he just doesn't see my world. Its disappointing and again taking from Linda Goodman, being an Aries, I do behave like a small child… who has been devoid of attention. So I do everything in my hand to gain that attentionback. I do some funny things, some smart things, things to show that hey I am growing up can’t you see that? If all of this doesn’t work then I feel angry and then even if that is not noticed… I cry. Then again, remember I am a baby and I am not suppose to cry for long coz just like a baby I would burn my hands again and again until I grow up and realize that touching the flame does no good.

So how long am I going to cry to get the attention? Until I get what I want or simply start ignoring him/her and look around searching for someone i can count on. Ignoring me is the last thing i expect from anyone. Just acknowledge my presence and i am game for almost anything. But there is this twist in the tale, its very rare that i would come and tell you that you are one of the few lucky ones, who is part of my bubble. you just have to keep looking for the sign i drop here and there. Trust me! i expect you to notice those signs.

All my life I had a silent companion at the edge of my bubble. I don’t know if he is inside but I know for sure he is around. He is there listening to my cribbing, making sure that I know of my short comings, sometimes proud of my little sweet achievements and sometimes just smiling knowingly at my attention seeking tantrums. Trying his best that I do not let undeserving people enter into my bubble and at times even trying to protect my bubble from unwelcoming intruders. My kid brother who stands beside me all grown up, guides me like an elder brother and is a friend I see in none else.


PS:: I had written this piece about a month back when my friends were dissecting me right in front of me and i was pushed to analyse myself. Even some 'strangers' were reporting my quirky traits. They claim to know me better than i know myself so i thought lets give it a try to find what really makes me Me!! After writing this i buzzed my bro with "can i miss you?' and he replied ":P yes you can but then it depends why?"

Its an honest analysis.Just another fact that i really am a bit self obsessed...who else analyses herself just for fun!!!

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

for you माँ..

जाड़े की सर्दी, धूप सुनहरी,
ठन्डे हाथ से हमें उठाना..
कच्ची नींद अचानक टूटती
तुम्हारा जोर से छीकना..
कपडे बिखरे यहाँ वहाँ,
उनको रोज समेटना...
खुली किताबें, आँखें सोयीं,
तीन कप चाय फिर बनाना...
टेढ़ी मुस्कान, नाक पे चश्मा,
घंटो बचपन की गप्पें लड़ाना...
यहीं रखा था-कहाँ गया फिर?
हर दिन कुछ ढूंढ़ना...
गर्म तवे पे जल्दी-जल्दी,
बिन चिमटे, रोटी सेंकना...
छुट्टियों के दिन अलसाए,
दिन भर लूडो खेलना...
वो हँसना, वो रोना,
बिन बात यू हीं,
मुझ से महीनो रूठना..
जाने कयू अब याद आता है,
माँ तुम्हारा डांटना!!!

A lot could have happened over coffee

It has been some years
long enough..
Faded memories
still strong enough...
Tears, some shedded
some held back,
Steaming cup of coffee
'n I was dressed in Black

Untouched crumbles
of chocolate truffle,
lying restlessly
on my table..
Room full of people
and two friends of mine,
trying desperately
to read my mind..

Some silly song
in background,
some happy chatter
some nervous sound...
but silent thoughts
heart sored,
all mobiles
on silent mode...

Suddenly,
everything stood still
ran down my spine,
unknown,
yet, familier chill...
As i looked at him
across the glass wall,
one look at him,
and was in a free fall...

he cut down his engine
while parking his bike.
white tees, rugged jeans,
ruffled hair, and
helmet mellowed spikes...

in a split of second,
that felt like eternity,
when our gaze locked,
in a pull of his garvity...
heart beats in my throat,
a buzz in my head,
sparking felings
that were so dead...

those lazy memories
still makes me sway,
as he walked to the counter
and took his take-away...
sipping his coffee
in the summer air..
i was across the street,
guess, he was aware...

silver chain in his hand,
carelessly tilted cup..
In my memory, his image
deeply sketched up.
didn't see the number plate
donno know his name
But never did i feel again
that stupid flame..
he came flying in
and vanished racing by..
i wish we would bump
into each other again,
my CCD guy..
as there were no Hi
and no good byes
we would surely meet again
My CCD guy!!


p.s:: Most of my friends know this incident. It was 1st of August 2005 evening around 7:30.. at newly opened BEL Road CCD. Today i don't even remember his face, and i wonder if i have already crossed him a several times and did not even recognise him. It was that moment, that eye contact that i still remember... A beautiful moment from an interesting chapter of my life!!!