Wednesday, February 24, 2016

son-of-a-bitch



Jostling down the lanes,
criss-cross the busy morning roads.


I am on my way back home,
a triumphant moment after drop-offs.
Check-list runs in my mind,
one down ,many to go..


Time to switch the gears n mode,
office awaits with its own agenda.
The familiar faces and greets,
Hi and hellos, byes n see yous.


The signals ahead seem like a under spell,
many a heads turning, many a legs slowing.
A mixed ratio of both clans,
being held back by something I miss to see..


And then I reached the 'Chosen' signals,
oh yes,  it does turn the heads n  rein the legs,


It isn't easy to say
what was the reason..
the ravishing ,comfy, power-filled bike
or the one controlling it by the horns..


the signals go green,
he revs it up..
Or as my son would say,
he pumped up his pistons or
busted its boilers..


And in a blink,
it was bygone,
leaving many a envious
many a mused..
 
And then came a perfect expression,
in a perfectly right pitch,
A very impressed teen yelled,
What a son-of-a-bitch!!

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Purple watch


She walked in with elegance
Confident and well groomed

Sat in a chair opposite to me
Carefully she places her
Smart blue purse, shiny and latest..Ted-baker
She reaches her mobile, streching her hand
And through the sleeves of her well ironed blouse
Shines the purple watch

Fastened steadily on her left wrist..
She takes a notice of my glance,
Smiles a smile almost addictive
I can’t help or move my sight
Her composed self, confident looks
Her perfect sense of style and elegance
Leaves me amazed and inspired

My gaze is cut short by a soft voice
Calling the lady by her name..
For its time for her to see the doc..

 She reaches for the chair's arm,
Picks up her shiny purse
Flashing her purple watch one more time..


With her legs failing her,
She holds on to the wall,
I reach out to grab her hand,
She respects my gesture for elderly,
But politely says' thank you dear, I am good'

This ripe age,
doesnt dampen her spirits,she lives
dignified,fashioned and poised..
I am amazed and inspired by her
Self-pride her confidence ..

To grow older is inevitable,
to live old is optional....!!!

Monday, November 30, 2015

Curiously Compelling Cambridge...


And yes..I'm back to my scratch pad.

I tend to slip into a trance, every now n then..A trance so strong that it bounces back any attempts of thoughts escaping out, pacifies any meek desire for expression, only till a time, when there comes an experience too strong to be withheld, too charged to be contained.. , that thought ruptures through the impermissible walls of my trance and spills on these pages.. and Cambridge was such an experience.

In the spirit of full disclosure, this wasn’t my first trip to Cambridge..I've been there,seen it all and must I admit, I was thrilled by what I saw. Inspite of all this, it never lingered around me for so long.There was something definitely different this time. Something that kept coming back to me, hinting subtly, hinting obviously, luring me to an extent of seduction, to let it out..

SO here it goes..

On my checklist were a few places, I wanted parents to visit..most of which were covered by now, and Cambridge was an On and Off plan.

On a not-so-fine , extremely foggy Saturday morning, we set off for Cambridge, to tick it off the list,before its wrap up time. It wasn’t till we actually reached Cambridge ,that the weather n spirits began to pick up. It was surprisingly sunny n warm !! (for those who live/have lived , in UK , can relate more to those 2 exclamations :) )

The timing of the trip was perfect. The city is known for its greenery n parks, great gardens and what better time to visit it than Fall!!

The park, where we bid byes to our car,was massive, to say the least. On one side the river tried to outrun it, and on the other was a row of trees..with a passage wide enough for 6-8 walk hand in hand..The passage turned aisle, was covered by leaves of all shades..every stage of transition ..green ,lemon yellow, bright yellow, brown, some red...this carpet was far more sensual than the ladies on the red carpet!!

The passage well defined by the lane of trees on either side , uniformly spaced, directing and guiding you the right way... and all just holding on to the end of their leaves..for just a little longer..

The sun n spirit ,neither could resist the view..they shown in their full bloom.. For the visitors this was a treat..but along the river were the benches, occupied by couples..mature n juvenile.. the place wasn’t just momentary beauty,it had forced many on the benches to revisit, to make explicit time and enjoy its beauty..that wasn’t just skin deep.

We could have easily spent the day there, if only there wasn’t more to the place...So we walked along the river Cam, which runs through the city, and reached our next destination.

Now on the agenda was a must-have punting tour of River Cam. It wouldn’t be stretch to say, mark my words, that it would take you back to the experience of Venice..Not only the Gondola ride parallel but also the charm of the small town, buzzing youth and always alive surroundings.

While waiting for our Punt, we stroll around the area, marched to the one-of-the-many bridges that are across the river. The punting tours crossing us right from under that bridge, their elated faces, surprised eyes from those fiction n fact smoothie the guide poured them...trying hard n failing, to capture everything in their glance..

And we were more or less is same awe when it came to our turn. Relaxed, amazed, strangely curious, as if he would pull a bunny out of his hat!! May be the familiarity of the place offered me more comfort..but the excitement of the kids was rubbing on everyone .. And neither kids nor grownups could resist the try on punting offer :)

The guide fed his smoothie of fiction n fact and everyone sipped it in delight, the supposedly newton's matematical bridge, nasty n fun stories of papmperd princes graduating from here,the original sewage system that opened in the river,in those days ..n many many more :) . He kept us both entertained and intrigued :)

The colleges on the bank of the river were fascinating..each with its majestic building, lush green ground an d ivies climbing n covering the wall..Painting in fall colors, mostly red..It was a very noisy tour that left many speechless..

Interestingly, the area provides almost every cuisine, if you are a fussy eater or particular about diet one too, you would find something matching you appetite..

After a yummy -filling break, back on feet and we head right for the colleges..to take a sneak peek into those renowned building that sharpen the ever buzzing brains.. The enormous doors of almost all colleges, heavy n visibly well crafted, seemed to challenge those who are worthy enough to push them n enter. Strangely it was devoid of any student movement, although this was the students hostel, mess and library area.. but its a weekend..So it’s not all work n no play.. or may be more of play than work :)

On the streets of that tiny town were a mixed population of students.. mostly Asians though..how much that says about our priorities and upbringing.. Anyhow..

We were racing against the sun..there was so much to see and so little of the day was left... We barely made it to 4 colleges.. and it was beginning to fade away...

The famous Corpus Clock, always packed with visitors, trying to get one click with that giant insect
pushing the time around, was another must have pic, for a bollywood group, more so after the release of  PAA :)
The city lights up in the evening..with some very interesting unique shops.. bright paths and narrow and lit streets..

There is so much more that the city has, to offer and everytime it does, it would leave you with a sense of fulfillment and longing at the same time.. wonder which of these was pushing the walls of trance!!
                                   

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Being Parent..


This post might sound multiple things to multiple people and that heavily would be influenced by what stage of life they are at when they are reading this..so 'to-each-his-own'..after all parenting is a very 'my-way my-kid' thing..

There are days which are real busy, if not tough, at work or at home.. and you could really use a few hours of 'my time' but then the clock strikes to tell you how late you are running already to pick your child..The frown switches to smile and energy pumps in and you gear in for the next marathon..

 Lovely walk back home, snacking and home-work,bathing and dinner ..and finally off to bed.. and what a drastic fall in energy level once the child hits the bed..its a wonder..

greater wonder is when he calls you in night, and you jump right out of your bed, no lag no fatigue..to attend to him.. you lull him to sleep and repeat the same if he calls again.. Now cudnt help compare this to times when anyone else disturbed you after a long day sleep..specially in your days of bachelorhood..that disturbance would sure cost them a week of similar torture:)

 But all aside, you wakeup like a zombie..gather yourself up. and back with the strong smile n energy..wake up you dear one n go about the day.. Pretty much each day for each parent ..
Although there are days when you feel you could run away from all this routine...take a breather..be all by yourself. ..not have to worry about million things to do...But you dont.. you cant make yourself do that...coz thats being a parent..and you LOVE to be zombie for him..as many time as need be..

 random ramblings..

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Mom n son..wonders n surprises every day

Every day is so absorbing with his new findings n emotions that it gives me just enough time to sit back n smile on his innocence,his insatiable curiosity...but some days, like this one get lucky, and I sit to write about those lovely things..

I read Ayush his bed time story, as is the routine, a few days back.It was the Thumblina story.His curiosity wasn't at its peek and heavy eyelids making him drowsy.Its the little triumph moment every single night ,when i see I lulled him to sleep..

A couple of days later, in the middle of his car fights, he decided to add more to the flock. and went to his toy stacks, pulled trucks drawer,and after a few moment ran back to me kitchen...Mom, can I hold that doll, she is beautiful..

Well, he complementing a doll like this is new to me,so i smiled...and followed.. It was a Doll made of Shells,from Venice. 'Honey, thats very fragile' i tried to tell him..'But mom,i'll be careful,i am big boy,see..' And he uses his hand to show me ..that hand invariably crosses his head n almost to my elbow :)

Ok..we got that in living area and he kept it on the table,after admiring her shells n eyes..

In some time..'Mom, what shall we call her' - he asked
'Well', I said,' We cold call her Dolly or princess?'

'Mom, lets call her Thumblina, shall we?' said Ayush..

Hmm.. and I thought you drifted to sleep the other night..well ofcourse, thumblina it was.


That night, I read him Thomas n his adventures for bed time, one of his fav. characters.

He got up that night, i believe around 11 ish or so.. and sat in bed..
'Mom, where is thumblina?' he said

'In the living area betu, thats where u kept it,remember?' - said
'Mom ,please can we get her here, its very dark in living area'- he said

'Ayush, its just a doll..its not real,you know it'..plus I was too tired to get up n Ashish was out of station :(

'But mom she is alone, its not right to leave someone alone' - he said.

I could either get up n bring it, n back to bed.. or argue a little more, upset him and then we both stay awake for longer..SO i gave in.. got it and kept it on Chest of drawers.
'See mom, she likes it here' - he smiled n went bk to bed..

I was still awake for some time.. smiling and thinking how they link n learn things..Its one of the zillion wonders every mom sees in her growing kid..I just got some time to pen it..

Friday, July 9, 2010

Zindagi..


Har daur main ek kask
Har daur main ek tarana ,
Jitna tujhe dekha,
Har vaqt naya paaya,

Kabhi ithlati muskati khud par madmati..
Kabhi bhigi sahmi khamosh nazar aati..

Pal main gumsum, phir khil khila uthi,
Umeedain bikharthi phir bandhati,

Har mod pe ek nayi rah nikal aati,
Har raha pe khadi ek aarzo nazar aati,

Tu na thami na ruki na thaki,
Mujhe pakde bahon se,
Tu smatal,pathreeli,manbhati, rahon pe,
Chalti rahi..

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Shades of personality..

Its been a long time I visited my scratch pad..may be I let myself have reasons or may be I did really have some..Inanycase, the quiver of thoughts had been ever swamped. This time I was almost certain I would pen down at the first available slot..So here I seat the time with me, to avoid it running out while I word the experience…

After a good talky-talky session yesterday between gang of girls J , I walked back home with even more thoughts than I had heard or spilled. It amazed me that all of us had so many things to send across and this night gave us a wonderful platform for doing the same.

It was a friend’s birthday party, after which it was decided to stay overnight n have some fun. With 3 Moms comes a good package. And each of us knew how exactly to handle it.Aki, being the youngest, slept early, more for the fact he is now in mode of sleeping early.
The other two kids( Reet n Vivan) were more like self indulgent, so didn’t need much of mamma’s intervention. While some of them were drawn to pack of cards, the chatty ladies snuggled close. There were few lingering thoughts in some of our minds, and others budded from that. So we some how sprang on the personality, self-identity, motherhood and career kind of topics. Yeah, we didn’t indulge much into gossip or MIL talks, may be we found this more inviting than the beaten ones..

We all agree self-identity is alter ego for existence, although our measure and yardsticks vary. I would not fall short of admitting, that working women have easy path here. They get benefit of mere working, to set their identify. And most of the people around do see that as only thing which makes identity for women. For women who are home-makers (wouldn’t call house wives as we all are house wives :J ) have a tougher route to not only set but maintain their identity and very few, that I know of are able to do this job well. More often than not, giving into pressing demands from all sides, being docile and trying to keep every one happy, swipes you away from your own thoughts, your inputs into situations and over a time, the boundaries begin to fade. And there are times, when most of us get up one day in horror of ‘I have lost my individuality’, or ‘I have become assumed’. SO where is that drawing line? Is revolting the way for establishing identity, is it at the cost of happy family with not having independent identiy? Each of us ofcourse had different situations back home, and different aproaches..bt the question kept lurking.. How important the independent self-identity may be to one person, and how insignificant it might be to other person..

Some where in the midst of tempest, we hit the yet another well debated, working women kids ,topic. It was good to see that few of us had stands ,strong enough, on the topic, and equally good justifications. While it does make perfect sense for one to stay back home, enjoy and nurture the kid, and the kid is ready for school, work on their career ambitions. To others, their approach of handling work, baby n home was best, where they spend god quality time with kid and did justices to their career for which they all the money n educational efforts. The viewpoints on this topic were poles apart, but we conceded on the fact the kid comes first. If you had to work at cost of your baby, being picked by friends, spending time waiting for mom in different houses, then it is not worth the effort or growth. Although, your kid going to professional day care, getting the huge exposure, learning things with other kids and finding mom available once he is done, is the best I guess a kid can get.
I am sure each of us still in heart of hearts feel, mine is the best way to do it in my situation..and that possibly is true also..this was particularly good as it did really help understand who really thinks what, and how justified you might look to her ..I do not like borrowing someone else’s impression, nor do I appreciate those who do that. And a good number of people, do love to borrow someone else’s impression of a person, cling to it, and would never give a chance to the person to show if its true or not. That is the person cares to..

If it weren’t the dawn, we would have probably explored many other topics. Knowing more about how one thinks and how you can afford to have different routes n yet appreciate the others..The last I remember I had such talks was before my marriage at my room, with my friends. we 3 roommates and other friends and ended up greeting the morning light without a nap…but that did tell a lot about individuals and then you can relate and predict to some extent how a person would think, how far and what kind of reaction he/she would actually have..stated or not..