Dec 29, 2006

Good Morning Mumbai

शहर की इस दौड़ मै दौड़ के करना क्या है

अगर यही जीना है तो फिर मरना क्या है

पहली बारिश में ट्रेन लेट होने कि फिक्र है,
भूल गए भीगते हुए टहलना क्या है.

सीरीयल के किरदारों का सारा हाल है मालूम,
पर माँ का हाल पूछने कि फुर्सत कहाँ है,

अब रेत पे नंगे पाँव टहलते क्यों नहीं,
एक सौ आठ हैं चैनल पर दिल बहलते क्यों नहीं,

इन्टरनेट से तो दुनीया से तो टच में हैं,
लेकिन पड़ोस में कौन रहता है जानते तक नहीं,

मोबाइल, लेन्डलाईन सबकी भरमार है,
लेकिन जिगरी दोस्त तक पहूँचे, एसे तार कहाँ हैं.

कब डूबते हुए सूरज को देखा था याद है
कब जाना था शाम का गुज़रना क्या है.

तो दोस्तों शहर की इस दौड़ मै दौड़ के करना क्या है
अगर यही जीना है तो फिर मरना क्या है

Dec 24, 2006

Aur Piyo

Aur piyo beta daba ke Moroccan Coffee, dekha neend nahi aa rahi hai na?? [:D]


*5:00 AM*

Winds of Change?

Man!!! Feels great to write again. It is like I found my glasses after looking for them a long time, those who’ve never worn one, don’t worry, you’ll never know what it means to get back your clarity of vision after temporarily being denied of it.
I couldn’t be in a better ambience, loud music, loud noises all around me, a hookah to my lips, Moroccan caps floating around distributing exotic blends. Ah! Bliss!
A lot of water has flown under the bridge since my last post. If I try to explain the feeling, it’s been like Lady Life has grabbed me by my collars, shook me hard and screamed in my face, “I’M A BITCH KIDDO, GROW UP!”
That was hard! It shook out the last bits of the college kid hanging onto me (you can refer the previous post for oodles of it).
I shall not attempt to dispense the lessons I have been learning the last few days, for then I will sound like one of those world weary cynics, I hate Woody Allen, and have no intension of sounding like his clone.
Well whats been happening with my life recently? Trying to get settled in to a routine life, trying hard to get worried about the same things day in and day out and making sure everyone else gets worried similarly too.

I’ve got a nice little cocktail brewing in my head right now, as business strategy gets mixed with cell phone lights in a Strings concert at TOAT, as cocktail dinners mingle with the bread-butter-chini-chai-sutta at Bhaskar’s, as supply chain gets confused with the cribbings of Mishraji (he of the cycle repair shop at Patel), as marketing tactics become goofy acts on stage, long time since ‘finance’ meant free coupons and arranging treats. Things have changed, being in the limelight will probably never have its literal meaning ever again, how sad is that! Never again will words of wisdom be traded for a packet of cigarettes or a bar of candy. Never again will there be a road that has no beginning and no end.

Now, why did I suddenly talk about the past? Well the aroma and the music did it I guess, the two biggest aphrodisiacs for nostalgia, but soon that will change, soon the new music will no longer take me back to those days, soon the new smells that blow with the wind will land flat on emptiness.



The present has become the past and what was once a distant future has hit me like a runaway truck.


Promise regular posts from now on. Less funda and more fun.