Right on II don’t like this. I don’t even know if I should be writing all this here or not but on second thought, this is my blog and my outlet to emotions which I otherwise cant express. I feel as if I am this silly duplicate of some Ashwarya Rai, doing stunts for her. The public would think that its Ashwarya Rai but the Director, Ashwarya Rai and I would know the truth. I mean the stunts are real, but Ashwarya gets the credit because its her body double after all. I want to scream and say, I hate being unoriginal. And I know I am original its just that someone got the idea before I could speak or implement. And one request to all of you, in case this sounds familiar to you please don’t come back to me saying that your so and so had already done that said that. Feels like been there done that, you are just wasting time dudette. You may be nice, and you may have been nicer, but my ideas are mine. What I say or do is WHAT I SAY OR DO. You just got lucky because you had the benefit of time. Thank God Buddha came to my rescue and said, “May be you are a great mind that came in this world a little later.” And, “Our ideas are never original. We do and think what ever we have been fed on”. How true Ending this post on one request, please don’t compare me with your Ex’s or your Current one’s. I aren’t your Ex don’t want to be one either. Don’t see me as this mirror image of those. Please. I am sleepy and have got distracted.
Monthly Archives: May 2007
Delhi:- My Home
There flows a river
And by its side there’s a world
Dilapidated, tightly knit
Yet on the outskirts of what we call a social limit
There I see elephants and a little further a new city
Come little closer, and I see the ruins of old age
And also broken bones of our victory
People jostling and moving for livelihood
People unknown and known stopping by
For Prayers offered to different Gods
But one cause, different faiths But one race,
In the heart of yours and his and hers
There is the sign of slavery
Look beyond and I see the fire Ever shouting in silence of our bravery
The fire within the fire outside The fire which has been burning inside
For 60 years
The causes, the beliefs, the atrocities
All united and all one
Marching together to mock the shackles
You can not catch them, they are the mob
Motivated for right or wrong T
hey will stay and some might go
Some would become the headlines tomorrow
You will discuss over a cup of tea In your barista or your office canteen
Blue is the line that runs in the nerves
Tubes also now fitted to it,
Steels and rods all round Concrete bed, and a few green lawns
The three legged visitor is a nasty one
Green and yellow is what it wears for pun
There I see a white lotus Standing still amongst all hocus
A little there is the haat and a little there is the gate
Could you see it standing tall
From where all children fall
Mumbo Jumbo and a Jantar Mantar
Casts her Magic from prince to sponger
I saw rising and falling
For years and centuries Scared and hiding
between the Arravalis And the ridges
Visited by so many
Dynasties after Dynasties
Mauryas and Lodhis Mughals the Afghans,
the English the Pandavs professed and confessed.
With the Blackouts and Brownouts And Power Play
The money, the less
The 26 winter day
The 15 rainy sky
The 2 of the 10th non-violence
The beating retreat of lights and colours
The festivals of all cultures
They get and they eat here
They take and dirty there
With modernity and tradition Walking hand in hand
Where abundance and scant are married
Where green is living in Smokey rooms
This is my city, Delhi, my Home