Pieces of you and me…

Do my questions inspire you?

Do my insecurities haunt you?

Or can you peek into this puzzle

And fit all the pieces into.

Do my whines depress you?

Or my lingering haze fogs you too?

Or do deep echoes of distress

Vibrate inner strings and keys

Are my unspoken dreams visible

To your intuitive eyes view?

Or do dark pauses and spaces

Conquer clarity with hue?

Do you wonder infinitely

About all mysteries and riddles?

Or do you analyze and strip

All simple philosophies.

Can you dissolve all dirt?

Can you cajole all doubts?

Can you find all answers

In your void or mine.

The little "Gold flake " girl.

Yes I know this sounds like I am going to bore you with a string of economic jargon and definitions and strategies. But its something more monotonous than that. You know as persons many times we see so many things and just move on without empathizing about the same. For us our own problems and struggles are the biggest challenges god almighty can ever burden on anyone. We walk past beggars and shoo them thinking how they could actually be deceiving you. ( Read Mumbai Mirror beggar millionaires) or we might just rush into the crammed first class while small children wriggle inside scared of the squeeze and the twists. Literally. Twists are all we adults are made of. We say something, teach something, do something and appreciate something else completely.

Well I don’t want to sound like a management Guru and give a paragraphs of well learned wit and philosophical advice. Motivational words and lessons of life are not what words can convey completely. So instead of wording down what I have learnt I d rather incident-ise them. ( PS Authors and their rights to Flout )

I t was Another of those dry boring days at work where we were glued to those things considered as beauties after women( that’s what the Hundred Thousand Men around me say) Yes I am talking about the screens. We were glued to it while we wrenched our fists and broke our heads to understand why the bug was traveling and piggybacking on every other Program. The code kept getting deeper and more jargonish while I blinked my eyes and imagined my kohl clearing up , while my manager blinked his eyes and imagined me demoted( Sigh ). People have told me I think different distinct and I have a brain of a razor , only we don’t need to sharpen things here.( Gah! ).

I looked around myself to see a storm of tense faces waiting to deliver some Godforsaken Request on time and frantic calls on the VOIP and managers shuttling like they are suddenly aware about global warming. Sometimes I feel we as humans are tense about everything else than we should be. No one would pay them if they were working for Mother Earth . Now I know at least half of who read this will suddenly jump up with the familiarity of the word. Whatever!

Coming back to the point , our team finally decided to take break and hang out in CCD( Finally ) We moved on forward while a backup resource would glue himself to the computer hoping nothing too vital will pop up! And all this for some boring codes and nonsense designed to do simple things! Well anyway I breathed finally when we emerged from our basement while our team finally walked! And literally! We barely move our legs , except for the customary touch ups at the mirrors or some tea or lunch! And suddenly the sheer beauty of the sky and the green trees poked our eyesight while we tried to search for some kind of hierarchy or code swarming at the scene. And an idiot proved it by cracking a crappy technical joke about how the trees were actually like a cpu or something. While he gave parallel references to hundred thousand appliances which are supposed to be inside our computer I began wondering if he could draw something inside his empty head.

And finally the ordeal of walking with the oh I am not so friendly with anything non It ended at the café. Phew! I was already feeling out of place cause I wanted to climb one of the few trees there and shout hurrah! Don’t know what! It began raining suddenly! Hurray. The code frenzy geeks hushed in lest the dangerous drops of rain doest wipe pout the data in their pea brains. And I also heard an idiot say ‘acid rain’. Anyway my manager gave me a look of for once please behave like us while he signaled me enter and I coolly was clutching a tree. Maybe she was my sister. Who knows how the cycle of karma rotates. I am sure he must have been a spiny anteater. I hurled hundred thousand abuses remembering all that Captain Haddock swirled at the pirates. (Two faced slimy ant eater was like too perfect for him!).

Now while I was entering in I suddenly see this small kid in green shorts sitting outside the café. The fluttery butterfly mind that I have I flitted around till I circled around her. “Hi” I shrieked thinking shell smile and take a picture with me. She was green eyed and cute only she was underweight and brown haired and passed of as what every one call as a ragpicker. She smiled a toothless gracious smile. The lady that she was.

“ Kitna mangata hai Mem Saahab?” she questioned me in a tone that said-quick don’t waste time!

I was like “ what!”

She swiftly removed a cigarette and a cup of coffee and asked me “ Das de do “.

I was appalled to see this small seven year old selling ciggies and coffee outside CCD making a buck like that. A swarm of emotion past me and she could have been my niece or just any random kid. I signaled my annoyance and said” Itni Choti hun. Kisne bola cigarette bechne ko? “

“Madam yeh to dandha hai “ she said with an air of I-Know-my-work-don’t-disturb-me.

A swarm of bald and young men and women dropped in and got some cigarettes and coffee for a tenner! Appalling! A tenner could give mango juice! Gah! And how could they buy from a young one like that , have their puffs and coolly walk away like nothing happened. I mean what do people think? Would they let their children do that? Why then do they expect that some ones has the complete need to do it? Empathy Empty people I say! I burnt like a volcano suddenly! Nonsense I give a damn to the multinational I work in. I wont let this happen under my nose.

I looked at her and asked” Mummy kidhar hai tumhari?”

She skillfully replied” Ter ko kya karna ha? Mein school jati hun! Meri ma pe chillane ka nahi”

I was flabbergasted again. Look at the reply! Poor kid has grown ten more years while her childhood is the same. Suddenly her small brother came flitting from nowhere while he circled around her sister. She removed her cig and smoked while I coughed and choked. I ran to her and shouted that Id complain.

“Madam mein bees saal ki hun! Meer ko problem hain! Mein bachi dikhti hun“.

Again look at the precision driven already ready answer for every situation she has. I was as usual surprised. The kind of emotion I take with every incident and event that I see and express drains me totally that someday the very splurge of an idea shall kill me swiftly.

I looked at her helplessly and also complained to the people around. But gah!

Finally I settled down with a cig myself thinking she goes to school anyway! Wait a minute.

“ arey you said you were 20 and you going to school?”I blurted in English to see how she responded.

“ Arey madam I give chaai to schools . And waise to hum dus saal hai. “

And she had no regret that she lied to me a minute ago! I threw my cig away . I asked how many cigs she has and bought the whole damn bag. I was helpless. Didn’t know what to do! I knew if Id locate her parents nothing would ever come out! They would simply send her to another place. I knew that again tomorrow she would come and sell the same while her small bro would flit around like a butterfly and the cruel bad world would buy cigarettes from her.

The next day I went to the tapri Wallah close by and told him to put a small stall close to CCD so that the children don’t have to sell. Meanwhile I had planned to lure the kid to studying and teach her folks a lesson . I had already planned to collect some books and stuff for both of them.

The tapri Wallah blinks at me and says” Madam who mere bache hai! Haath lagaya to maar dalunga” and he came charging on me thinking I was taking them to some adoption agency!

I yelled at him in the broken hindi that I could and told him I d report to the Police! Crowd gathered like there was Arjun Rampal shooting for a movie or something. I was flabbergasted again. And from somewhere my manger appeared. “ Lady another testing needs to be done “ and he grabbed my hand while I ran with him into the welcome haze of my cubicle and code. The hazy bits and pieces of the nonsense on the screen seemed easier to tame and handle without being hurt. I love my work suddenly.

Alas

Should I smile? Should I whine?
At soft maladies or brutal signs
Pieces of intention scattered around
Slant remarks of dirty grime.

Questions strike the young
Beautiful and sometimes bold.
Fingers pointed by the crowds
Only demean them more.

Deceit becomes ubiquitous
While beauty remains puny.
Alas this cowardly world
Afraid to be on terms of its own/

Morning Birds

Birdie

Lady bird lady bird
Shall you fly with me?
Across mountains and valleys
Gliding over seas.

How do you dance with the wind?
Do you fly as you please?
Over blue skies and clouds
You seem to flow with ease.

Across trenches and valleys
Waterfalls ,gorges and trees
Shrilling screeching with ecstasy
Over wings that let you free.

Do storms hinder your path?
Does hail disturb your peace
Or do you simply roar above
Till heaven is at your feet.

Do friends bump into your way
Do you meet new species?
Skies over unknown lands
That only you can oversee.

So do you chirp to your self?
All the hidden mysteries
Or do you pick solitary songs
Across cities and monastries.

Do you shed silent tears
Over hot deserts and deep seas.
Does the icy solitude stir
Courage to find your own peace.

Lady bird lady bird
Your poise leaves a trail for me
If only I had wings to follow
Which take me wherever I please.

The Piper

Puppets of false control
Masters of self-decay
Pupa of imaginary boundaries
Stretched to a new fate.

Shorelines of no entry,
Waters full of taste
Visions of dreamy reality
Are all harbored away.


Yet the visions hover
Just before the gate.
Only wild weed separate
Mystery from the lane.

Still the weary vision
Curtails to look away
The horizon seems to shimmer
While the roads all bend away.

The path is all untrodden
Foliage outgrows space
Secret caves re-appear
Amidst the tropical haze.

The stream of reason flows
Abrupt and unclear
Aquatic hush prolongs
Wading through inner fear.

Mystery perches on wings
Surreal memories surface
A new journey begins
Some inner calling to take.




The scepter may loose its shine
The brass may burn and fade
Purple visions decolorize
Bad blood is washed away


The distinct rhythm flows
The piper is calling again
The mind sleepwalks hazily
Consciously drifting away.

Into Your Eyes

Your eyes are gateways
To worlds of beauty
Into pure innocent gleam
Of truthful pools.

So livid and fresh
Like crystal blue lakes
So touchingly soft
Like fragrant flowers

Your eyes open doors
To silent valleys and ways
Into secret dreams and coves
Hidden in inner maze.

Your eyes are shining diamonds
Sparkling new whiffs of life
Into dead and wasted beings
You return them their smiles.

Comrades of war

Like the wind gallop they
Like fire roar they
Like tranquil oceans are they
Like rigid land stand they


Like mountains firm are they
Like falls swift are they
Like valleys profound are they
Like gorges mystic are they

Like soldiers unknown are they
Like chariots towering are they
Like swords sharp are they
Like kings majestic are they

Oh knights in shining armors
Oh liberators of causes unknown
Oh saviors of human race
Oh redeemers of broken faith

While the bells toll
While the devils charge
While the weak tamed
While the gallant retrace



While death drags forward
While ghosts of evil assail
While wounded comrades’ collapse
While bloody stains inspire

Fight……

8 : 24 CST

8:24 CST

The 8 : 24 local screeched into my ears as the coaches dragged on in front of me. Early in the morning some stinky old aunties come converging around me like I am some rummage sale queen! The wait on the platform is less painful than a pigsty! And people sticking like iv ordered for a body massage or something. Hello! Some one give me space to breathe…a matter of time and we could demand our rights for oxygen.! Anyway meanwhile as my pondering about rights and crap continued the train conveniently halted in front of me like an entrance to ali babas caves! Only thieves are more than 44 here and yeah open sesame was ubiquitous! Gak..

Ohkie my endeavor to step in is the smoothest of all. Cause if you are standing you are transported like some time machine sends you to eras and ages. And if you don’t want to get in why the hell are you in the way…and suddenly im in! Fantastic! Now begins seat hunting. Musical chairs is simpler and at least there’s soothing music around! Here a cacophony of wild animals seem to be croaking like some joint effect committee made to burn your ears. Damn! Bless apple for thee invention of messiah also called I pod! “ I disappear” ringed in my ears and I was wondering if j k Rowling could lend her invisible blanket? But then still will I get a seat? Hehe even ghosts scuttle here? hmm meanwhile I should say my thoughts are like a train and I happen to simultaneously present them. So though I keep changing tracks coming back to the main line…yeah the filthy old trains.

Uh oh back to the main line…while I was deviating as usual I saw this woman in occur uniform squishing her way past demanding her right to daily torture of some ticket less soul! By the way I have never been caught! Touch wood. And look at the way she’s wiggling through. National geographic could stop making documentaries on snakes! She scoots down to me like circling down her prey. Yeah lady course I have a ticket. Now she stood in front of me signaling.. like im dumb or deaf. I was anyway with “ hammer of the gods “ playing around. Now she looked at me again for the ticket. I had to search for my purse, juggling between my bag , purse, pod and mobile I kept scanning like a vulture for my ticket. Damn where is it? And adding to the woes my mobile rang! Damn I fished out my purse simultaneously lifting my call with hammer of the gods still chanting and cacophonies still croaking! Damn now I know why old Indian goddesses had so many hands. You need to multi task! And women do it perfect! I opened my purse looking for my pass.. hope it didn’t expire. I showed it to her and she nodded…blonde dint see the date..i was sure it had expired and mean while I was answering call to some personal loan fella askin me factory insurance? Sure babe..

Now that my multi taking was done suddenly the song shifted to Tanha dil and while I was enjoying the song this occur woman still keeps looking at me …I moved my way across to the other side in the entrance. I was still not lucky enough to barge in to the seat area. And this occur dressed woman is following me like a snake! Crawling queen snake! Help! Now generally I am a lady of nerve( I am?) but this woman freaked me out. She dint realize that expiry thing ( hopefully) god n I have no cash. I slithered too with all my might and suddenly a chunk of people get down like some school of fish. Great! She had clear vision of the prey! She kept following me and I kept walking within the compartment! Mummy!

Where is all my courage? My guts? Damn I m going to teach this woman a lesson . I turned looked at her and asked” Kya Hai?”(Must say colloquial lingo makes you so “I v got the power” kind!) Van Helen eruption played in my pod..whola everythings adjusting to my niche except me!

“Madam pass Batao” she smirked.

I always wonder why Batao? Batao?!As in literally its like say your pass!

And I was like “Kyo?”

“ Kyonki who pass bhi mera hai,purse bhi mera aur bag bhi”

point blank like a fool this woman looks at me and says some bull shit. “Are you mad? Show me your id” I barked. She looks at me with the weirdest glance I ever got.

Ohkie…now I might steal things but how is she so sure? Bitch.

“ Id batao” I shrieked at her and my pod sang –Najaane kyon!

She doesn’t flinch a bit and coolly removes my pass and purse. And I though this world was too huge for a fraternity.

Vishala k

Why All Men are Agony Aunts.

I start this blog after a long while. Not that i got Transported to a different Galaxy or i went through an emotional Trauma or some psychiatric Treatment. Worse still i got into redundancy. I observed people and their nitwitty actions around me but still did not bother to reflect or empathise. All i thought when some one talked was " Are You worth it? :P " Of course fuelled by my own conscious attemp to sarcast-i-size myself! And an attempt to alienate my emotions from my heart i enjoyed the journey immensely while i sauntered around doors paths and trenches interlinked and crossed with each other all the while.


There was a time when i would stop and rip open a person in fornt of me while i analysed his views fears body language and attitude by my first impresiion! Wee that time has come again. Actually!

To begin with lets talk about Men? Excuse me? i can right? or do i become a feminist as i guess you are already asuming Im here to bash them? see there goes another whiff of stereotyp-ism!

I feel this species is really mistreated. Actually. They are such poor beings constantly oscillating between themselves and us. Constantly agonised by random acts of careless precedence put forward by all the ladies around. I feel if they wernt around wed all be in a soup! No that we cant reproduce without each other ( well who doesnt know its viable for 2 women to have a girl ) but the very spice and icings remain missing without them you know.

Its like having a BMW and not having red carpets. You know we can sail through quickly but we all need that red carpet. And that Poor red carpet thinks people drive BMW's for them. And the BMW thinks people ride for the Carpet. Well nonsense!

If a man was asked how to handle a woman hed twitch , sigh and turn around to his male friends for advice. His confusion would continue as he tries to sincerely grapple " what the hell is she saying? ". He will look at her and make an attempt to say " yes Baby " but all he can do is look! When a lady asks him " are you listening ?? " hell get all alert and say yes yes but truly hes so confused about her complete behaviour that by the time he grapples and tries to take a hint of whats in her mind ; she has already said what she had to say and starts testing if youve heard. And the Poor Man. He has to handle volcanoes , rotate the earth and rise the sun. As simple as that.

Now that he fail's the test the lady is crying. Oh god how to handle a crying woman?? The Man becomes all gooey and soft which in turn repulses him from himself . hell say and mumble irrelevant things like " Baby i heard every word " but in reality he NEVER can.

Now the mind of a man is like a child. You show him a colourful balloon and he s looking at the string attached and the sky and the movement. And once the balloon is let off all the girl asks is " whats the color of the balloon ?" nd voila hes zonked.

Cause he was so lost analysing AB Z that he forgot what language it is from!



Now i kn0w many men will sigh and say nonsense. But inside they will acknowledge the helplessness they face when with a woman. Especially if they arent courting the one.

The lady will shriek and cry and the men will go their men. "why is she lik this"
" i dont want to shop with her. Shes mean"
"I dont like to hug her and sleep. I need my space! "
"Please dont tell me best of luck when i go playing with the boys"
"I dont care if thers no foreplay."
" yes or no??""

These questions are his mind space. Sometimes he slike a binary 1 or 0. As simple as that. And we woman know 0.1 0.2 and 0.99999999999 in bteween that shocks them all the time.

They not only find women mean and cold sometimes they also get insecure of their success. But why should you blame them? Its confusing enough for us women to understand ourselves and we expect you to sympathise with us when we are actually running in your race and taking the first second and the third spot! And we cry that the medal was not enough. Maybe a guy would have got a better medal? And then heroes inarms shall tell us " its ok Baby !"


Phew. Its crazy. Men are really naive. Street smartedness mind you is a different dimension which most of them are damn good at! Crazily Good. But as i said they are 1 or 0. When they are 1 they are all ruthless and cuthroat When thay are 0 they are mushy naive and adorable puppies. Now men meet women when thay are in zeroes.

And women?? They are cuththraot mean naive beaitiful streetsmart in all the numbers between 0 and 1.! Hence the constant mismatch. Its like when a man deciedes to commit forever to a woman he does. He says it he means it. And so do we. But ahaa theres always a tag line with us. We do enjoy the subtle flirting glances and a few advances from others even if we are completely commited to a single man. Mind you this is not flirting but its a simple way of life. Men as i said again are 0 or 1. so they do not have random acts in between like we women with hundred thousand complications and intricacies.

Men are fairly simple when you know which stage they are in 0 or 1.Mostly they judge women on following ways

1. Slam Bham Thank You Bye
2. Life Partner
3.Friend ( Best Random etc )

Women will have at least 67 subtopics if im not wrong.


Well so much for analysis and ripping. All in all i dont blame them if they whine and cry cause simply they can never understand what we mean.

When we whine they should SHUT UP and LISTEN
When we look away thay should PAMPER and MANO-FY.
When we are serious they should STOP teasing around.
When we are angry they should not ignore our SILENCE.
When we laugh they SHOULD laugh.
When we complain they SHOULD NOT give us any solutions. Ever.
When we say we will take care they should BACK OFF.
When we with our girls they should NOT expect us to take care.
When we get pissed with their friends we EXPECT them to aplogize.

But all this while they need to understand we love them in our own way . Like a Kite with hundred thousand trajectories , strings colours , directions. But whats important is the Kite runner hold the Kite in the end. So the Kite will stay if it likes the runner:P Simple!!

Now men dont be aginy aunts and bitch about my inferences. I have dipped so much sattire that sometimes im re satirified:P

Well formtomorrow il start anaylsing people.


Stick Around sweethearts ( girls ) and candy floss commandoes ( boys )!!!