you can't miss what you never had....

reasons of today..

Sitting beneath the  boundless skies

I wonder and frown on butterflies...

As the wind gently combs the grass

Swaying to the tunes of wind

Creating waves of  grassy sea.

The little girl makes toys of grass...

The tree shades the child as the sun smiled upon

She lost herself in the entwinement of leaves ..

In the surge of creativity...and childish wonderings

Such was her childhood...

A childhood of dreams and play...

Where reality had no say...

Such is a childhood we all dream of...

But alas! the kids of today are nomore the kids of yesterdays

Lost is the innocence, lost is the sparkle....

for the reasons of today...
the kids are nomore the kids of yesterday

ganpatibappa moriya!!!!!

Believe in gods or not, one always gets a holiday which is very generous of the gods! With  september on the calender it's the beginning of two month long festivities! Starting from ganpati to durga puja clubbed with navaratri, dassera then comes diwali and bhai duj and ends knocking on the doors of exams!

visarjan at juhu

But nevermind that! It's ganesh chathurti and whole of Maharashtra is in high spirits for the next 10 days, with occasional visarjans in an interval of 2-3 days (polluting the already polluted water of juhu) but its fun! college goes on a mini vacation mood.. (not that it makes much of a difference!) if it takes someones fancy you could stand in the legendary "lal bagh cha raja's" line which snakes kilometeres and often takes 4 hours to just to get darshan! But yeah, people can get crazy over here.You witness ganpati of varying sizes.. right from as small as your index finger to a 20ft tall one and it doesn't end with size, different postures of the elephant-man. Even expressions our hard to go unnoticed! And not to miss on the delicious "modaks" made on this occasion and all kind of sweets (it seems ganpati had quite a sweet tooth!) Somehow this cute trunk-man with an equally cuddle-able  mouse has captured the hearts of people since the concept of the tusker-man originated.

Mean while, let mumbai go on a gajadhar frenzy while i laze around and yes, get crushed in the crushing crowd of devotees and non-devotees and people like us who are out enjoying the spirit of festival rather than the belief!

GANPATIBAPPA MORIYA!!! JAI MAHARASHTRA! (no i am not going political!) 

it all ended where it started....

the clock tick tocked its way through a whole round.. and much has changed.. i smile back to the time.a sad half smile. may be its meant to be this way.. perhaps all is for the best.. 

fill me up!

A space filled with nothingness, is what i am

For a painter i am a nice white canvas

For a writer a sheet of paper

For a musician, silence

I am indeed nothing....

Fill me with your thoughts, paint me with your desires

Sway me to your melodies

Pour yourself into me like raindrops on parched fields

Think not about what you fill me with

For i am the secret keeper of the world

Pray don’t immerse me in all rosy for i am not a child

It’s as much night as it is day,
Cause i know all that glitters is not gold

I am nothing but your half filled mind...

it's always darkest before the dawn...

Tales of the rain..

A mumbaikar would have the best of the stories to offer to you about rains. And here is one from me.

As litres of water poured over us with raindrops the size of bucketful of water it rained. It was like the monsoon had just begun at the end of the official end of rains. Overjoyed people danced and wet themselves in this blessed shower. All where smiles until the waterfall from above continued and people’s smile wrinkles shifted to the temples to worry wrinkles.
 But we college folks live in our own world. As the lecturer chattered on people had him on mute and stared out of the window to the rain. After an hour of watching this usual silent movie we all rushed out  of the class to hear the inevitable news that trains are late or blocked or stuck and so on. Immediately there were plans of staying at friends place or round about ways of reaching home. So anyways all anyone needed was an excuse to bunk. A mass bunk declared all set off for the mission “reach home”. With some fortune we got a train bound home.
Picking up a friend on way, off  we went braving the rains. After a struggle which equals to like getting water in desert we managed an auto from station. Some  higher power thought it was too good to be true and our auto got stuck in calf deep water somewhere in the colony no nearer to our home. So descending down the muddy water(thanks to the hills all around) we trudged through the water. And the thrill! It looked like hot chocolate oozing from all around!(reminded me of willy wonka’s chocolate factory!) Sloshing through the gutters into the sidewalk and road.. seemed like river flowing  all around. With heavy rains pouring all over us and cat wet  to the skin atlast reached home like a soldier returning from the battle.. my sweet ma is just too sweet to greet me with pleasantries. She was  suspicious of me jumping through all the rain water and river lutes (i am not denying i didn’t!) But i had this smirk of victory which was probably the reason for all the steam off. Cons of all this was my bag had become a water storing camel hump wetting everything inside. And its a pain to dry it all. But hey! It was a hell of an experience!

PS: always follow your instincts if it says wear sandals and not shoes. Do so! Cause its going to rain on that god damn day and soak everything!

that my dear friends, is how it rains! 

awesomness! Roja - A Tribute to A.R. Rahman

Roja - A Tribute to A.R. Rahman


some of the best i have heard! mesmerised! ^_^

defining the perfect smile.

i could watch pretty woman just for her... yes i am robertized! she does have a perfect smile.. and a standard with whom all the best smiles are compared. if ever someone tells "you got a julia robert smile" it's a the highest degree of compliment i could ever give! :)

Pretty woman indeed! :)