Wednesday, 29 January 2014

New Traffic Rules

Have you heard of the new rules 'imposed' upon the vehicular & pedestrian traffic of the glorious city of Pune? Well, shame on you, if you have not! But worry not, am here to let you know. So here they are, short, simple & precise, just like we Punekars like it!  

Rule no. 1: Who honks the loudest & the longest! Yes, if you are one of these highly musically inclined types, you deserve all the privileges provided to the 'first citizen of the city'. You can overtake another vehicle from wherever and however, you choose to, no questions asked, as long as you are honking the loudest. You absolutely, do not require to use the indicator provided by those foolish automobile design engineers (unless you are one of those idiots, not honking the loudest! What were they thinking!)

Rule no. 2: If you are a woman (no offence intended to all of us female species out there, but just going by the statistics) and you are specially going to school to pick up/ drop off, your kids, or stepping out to do the groceries at this just-round-the-corner kiranawala, please do not make use of the indicator (light + sound device on your two-wheeler) to show which direction you intend to move in. This device is not meant for you to use, just like it should not be used by any 'rickshawallas' or the Rule no.1 - 'first citizen' types. Thank You. 

Rule no. 3 : Higher the head-light beam, faster you blind the others! Oh and isn't that what we want? how can anyone not realise the hidden strategy in this absolutely brilliant idea? Blind all of those people still following those old traffic rules, by turning up the head lights on your vehicles to maximum intensity and like our beloved 'light-sabers' let these cute little high beams, work their magic. Blind and rule, we say! 

Rule no. 4 : Survival of the slowest. Oh but this is and always will be 'amche Pune' - the idyllic little town, with it's meandering pretty streets, the pensioner's paradise! So, yes, we will fight to relive those memories, every time we are out driving on the city roads, by driving real slow, right in the middle of the road. Anyway, Rule no. 1 guys, need not bother, and the others, where do they have to reach in such a hurry anyway? These are the very guys, who have ruined the peace and quiet of the city! If they had to reach some place early, they should have left from home real early, and travelled and snail-slow speed, just like us, right in the centre of the road! Yes, that's how it's done!                                                                                                                       
Rule no. 5 : Only Rule for pedestrians. Please take note. Very important. You do not exist. Period. 

Wednesday, 2 October 2013

Monsoon Sky

What is it that is so romantic about this monsoon sky at night? No moon shining, no stars smiling and yet, this sky amazes and enchants.

These cold deep mystical colours of bruised purple and blue, so dense and so light, like a blue glass bottle caught sensual in the night.

This brazen defiance, this overwhelming envelope, the enigma that shrouds a new hope. The wild streaks of deep white clouds, scattered furiously across the myriad shades of lavender and blue.

What is it that is so romantic about this monsoon sky at night? Like a love so deep, a love so dark.


A love that consumes, and kills at last.

Friday, 14 December 2012

Last Kiss

What is it about that last kiss?

The last kiss before lovers break up, to stop loving anymore. Where, for one, the kiss is a goodbye and to the other, a heart broken.
The last kiss, where he watches you fall asleep. Running his hand through your hair, as if putting the happiness back into your dreams.
The last kiss, to the one, you know will never come back. No matter how much you love, no matter how much the pain.
The last kiss, which was the first, to acknowledge feelings that could never summon the courage to ask for more.

What is it about that last kiss?

The last kiss, which in no matter what form, is a kiss of love,
The last kiss, with all of its ifs and buts, is a kiss of love,
A love, long forgotten,
A love, betrayed,
A love, that shall always remain.

The last kiss. 

Monday, 20 August 2012

Invincible

Invincible - that's how it feels to be standing up there, beside the person, you know you want to spend your life with.
When you are walking through that sea of happy faces, teary eyes, a camera here, a flash there, you are walking towards a person who is as nervous and excited as you are. Towards someone who is walking towards you with open arms and love in his eyes, leaving behind the exact same apprehensions, that you left behind. Your eyes, all dreamy, are lost, for an instant, in the noisy, colourful wave of people, but soon return to their rightful place, to seek solace in his eyes.
All you want then, is to live in that moment, to treasure the happiness in your parents' eyes forever, to hug all those friends you have grown up with, to dance with all those cousins and relatives, young and old and to flash another smile, strike another pose.
All you want to do then, is to live in that moment, bonded for life.
Invincible - that's how it feels. 

Friday, 23 March 2012

Chandelier

Somewhere high, up above, an angel sheds tears
Heaves a cold sigh and looks down upon the Earth,
And just like that, snowflakes millions and precious
Become my chandelier.

Mirrors, crystals and reflections galore
A glint here, a flash there
A hint of moonlight,
Dark walls lit up like forests by fireflies.

Woven around a single thought of love
A dream hanging preciously,
Alone in the countless specks of glittery light
Bizarre reflections splashed across hopelessly.

Sparkling with love for a boy afar
She waits with hope, for the boy with dreams in his eyes.
The angel looks upon and smiles
And at his lips, her last tear dies.





Wednesday, 21 March 2012

Magic

What is Magic, really? But then it is the unreal, that is magic. Isn't it?                                                        
That which is not, in which we believe. That's magic.                                                                                    
That which is so fleeting, that it holds our attention. That's magic.                                                                
That which, the more you try to solve, the more disillusioned you get. That's magic.                                      

And love is magical, they say.                                                                        

Thursday, 9 February 2012

love-d?

Can there ever be a past tense in love?

You love once, you love forever.
You love once, you love twice.

A single soul, a single heart, a single mind
Millions of convoluted emotions
The entire outer space inside
And from the depths of a mysterious human soul,
You love

You love once, you love twice

A single life,
Multiple whims and a gazillion fancies
A single life
Multitude of 'persons'
And from the unknown depths of a very human soul
You love

You love once, you love twice

For all its worth,
when you love once, you love forever.