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November 19
The cold young sailor dutifully stood,
at his post amidst the storm,
His brow was beat, by cold and rain,
black wind that heaved his form.
His orders stood, and so did he.
"Steer through the waves that crash the bow!"
So others below in tossing sleep,
could rest, could rest, now.
That others below could sleep.
That others below might rest.
When obeying orders, The Captain watches,
the sailor endure the test. August 07
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I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
this one is not mine but by Shel Silverstein. have been thinking about coming back .. i mean wat the heck even madhuri is making a comeback ...and i am only me.. but as is with evey change in life unsure wether i am coming back .. or just hoping that there are those who were mine on this space? have no abbsolute idea what i am writing ..and i am not even drunk .. anyways thik hai might .. lets see .. monsoon is nt over yet .. and this year she seems to have blasted the world around almost when no one was expecting her anymore..
and for those still around and remember me .. happy friendships day. and for those who dont .. o wat the heck love anyways... | | May 05
Dirghonisas felo na ,
koutuholer bhuru uthey porbe.
Klantir kotha bolo,
tobey sharirik , manoshik noy.
Agami diner kotha bolo,
kintu sopner ingit diyo na.
Chokher tolar kali k
basi kajoler naam dao.
Shotosphruto choley asha
ashru k stylized koro –
dust allegy bolo.
Dirgonisas na feley
seta k choto-choto anek anek
nishas e bhag korey nao,
hense bolo –“bhalo
achen to, ami/amra bhalo achi,
ashun na ek din amder bari.”
Shabshan kotha gulo kintu jano
kono arther ingit na dey. April 11
Adhuri purnta
Kal badalon ke pechey se
ek adhura chand mujhey dekh hans pada.
Paas ke chote tarey se bola –
“Is ko dekho, jeene ki purnta ke pechey bawri ho rahi hai,
yeh bhi nahi janti ki jo waqt
purnta ke pechey gawa rahi hai
wo waqt nahin , lamhon ka guncha hai
jo uske dil se fisalta ja raha hai.”
Tarey ne nadani se pucha –
“To kya fisalne wale ko
hath badha kar pakadna nahin chahiye?”
chand ne tarey ko dekha
ek lambi sans li,
aur pitritw ke andaz se kaha –
“Jab koi tara tut kar girta hai to kya karte ho?”
Tara bola – “kuch nahin”.
Aur asmanjas mein chand ko dekhne laga.
Chand khilkhila kar hans pada.
Use samjhate huye bola -
“ Log to us tut te tare ko girta dekh kar bhi
us par apney sapno ka bojha ladh dete hain.”
Phir jaise khud se bolbe laga –
“poornima aur purnta to matr ek raat
ke liye chu jati hai .
us tak pahuchney
aur phir se kho kar paney mein hi chirantan hai.Adhure pan ke har raat ka maja to koi mujh se puchey.” November 22
5 sentences later, I look up
to infer the vacuum ,
every 5 sentences later ,
I realize the vacuum is absolute truth.
Every 5 sentences the vaccum reminds
I will stay.
Every 5 sentences
I try to feel - with and within.
Every five sentences later
The presence of deaf ears
Five sentences later
Silence seems golden and
walls welcome back to the grave. August 19 As the title said - seasons change and monsoon gives way to cold freezing winters . some are relieved for some it is a pain . monsoon is over . there is anticipation for her , since early heat pangs hit in march , then a few magical spells and finally the out burst . everything that rises must also fall - law of nature ( and science) . so the season must end .
seasons are cyclic in nature . they keep returning , maybe in a different format, a different space and time . sometimes there are whole cities that are submerged underwater but it does nt seem visible from the surface . often the underwater creations outshine the sea they are submerged in . often the tree can survive without the root? thinkers think , doers do.
it has been a great season , i have bonded with many . what was the best was the lack of expectation yet the anticipation . the dramatics of the virtual. thank you . and i will miss many. if we meet again we shall smile or else this parting was well made . fare thee well , for i must leave thee , and remember that the best of friends must part , must part. those who know me , or have alternate access to me , the "why " is not desirable . cos as i always say - if you cannot understand my silence , you will never understand my words.
August 18 aami tomay bhalobasi
tomay bhalobasi
tomay bhalobasa
tomaar bhalobasa
tomaar bhalo
tumi basa
baas kora
bosh kora
boshe thaka
basa thaka
tomaar basay thaka .
August 17 aaj 17 th sept . nothing major yet the date seemed imp . kept thinking til it struck - aaj bishwakorma pujo . meaning pujo round the corner .. barir theke fon anek beshi - pujor plan janao , ki korbe , are u guys coming is not asked , its taken for granted we are . except that we are not going ( cal too crowded for our taste now) will go later on ... anyway looked sky wards cant find the soroter neel akash here . depresseion er news , more rains and storms likely . cant these people do anything correct . did nt rain in monsoon , eibaar sorot e bristi niye boshlen tara. duffer andhraites ( nothing personal) ki kore personal hobe ora ki amar keu , banglay likhle beta ra bujhbe na. aar je pore bujhbe se are andhraite nei.. he he he jai hok , chora ta k bangaliyana e manush korar ichhey te ota k excite korar chesta korlaam . nothing beyond - so no school amma . hate that yammma sur that he has lovingly aped from his classmates. also the dh and eyech ( d and h) . thats another story..
so this gaan , dont know the right lyrics ..but this has been my version , the one i ve taught my son
- aye re aye ,
pujor gondho esheyche
dham kura kur .
dham kura kur
dhak ta beje che .
gaache shiuli futeche
songe kaash o jute che
hawa te banshi sunje
je aamar mon ta necheche
oyi dekho na
oyi dekhona
satey soroter akaash mete che
happiness to all . lets do away with our glooms and rejoice for a change .. August 12 Monsoons are seasonal winds that blow from one direction for approximately six months, bringing torrential rains, and then blow from the opposite direction for the remaining six months, during which little rain falls. During the wet season moist air is cooled as it blows over rising land, letting abundant rain fall on the windward side of mountain ranges. But because of widespread destruction of conifer forests that protected the soil, the ground does not absorb the rain that falls so heavily during the monsoon season. August 10 A Poem For Those Over 30
A computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the cousin of a goat.
Meg was the name of my girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bites.
An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A curser used profanity
A keyboard was a piano.
Memory was something that you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And if you had a 3 inch floppy You hoped nobody found out.
Compress was something you did to the garbage
Not something you did to a file.
And if you unzipped anything in public You'd be in jail for awhile.
Log on was adding wood to the fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a back up happened to your commode.
Cut you did with a pocket knife.
Paste you did with glue
A web was a spider's home
And a virus was the flu.
I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
But when it happens, they'll wish they were dead.
Copyright; Author Unknown. feelings - totally mine. August 04 dear j ,
life goes on and a living must be made , remember this one and the context? today is different so i ll say - life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but the breaths that take our life away .
nothing like songs to balm soured souls - ( remembering some of my favs- )
most of these i have lost over the years except when they suddenly emerge from somwhere -
1. plz forgive me .
2. winds of change
3. knife .
4. annies song
5 . american pie.
1. seeney mey jalan - gaman .
one more -
1.phir se aiyo bdra bidesi tere pankhon pe moti jadungi - asha rd gulzaar.
2.dekha hai ek sapna, sapne me tum sajna , hai chotta sa ghar apna , chandni aangaan me ,
some more-
chup tum raho - is raat ki subah nahi
lekin - cant remember the song!
yara sili sili?
sili hawa chu gayi - libaas
katra katra - ijazaat
kabhi khwab ney ya khyal mey - daddy
tanhai - dil chahta hai ( tis is new !!)
bandini ??
2. tumhe ho na ho mujhko to itna yakeen hai
3. thodi si zammen thoda asmaan tinko ka ho ek asmaan
4. aaj bichde hain , kal ka gam bhi nahi .
5. ye rista kya kahlata hai - minaxi
6. ye shamey sab kii sab shayame - suraj ka satwan ghoda.
7. rimzhim girey sawaan
8. thoda sa roomani ho jaye - thoda sa roomani ho jayen
9. somthing from ali haider i cant recall - can u ??
10. ghar er gaan gulo
11. ar ki ki chilo jano - esp in that cassette made right before i "shifted" to pune - bolte parbi ??
trying to recall - need to recall . help ??
ar ekta chilo - dil ka musafir chala ja raha hai - (preeti r theke newa , but eventually we liked me ) August 03 if msn were my boyfren we d have split long long ago . i mean talk about inconsistency . i want my space back as it was . i hate msn . i m shifting to more consistent waters. talk about lack of empathy. . and then how dare i be linked with anything even remotely pink does nt that come under emotional abuse. any advice ? this sucks . i m writing pink words eeewwwuuu . cant be true. August 01 thick dark clouds
sway over rainparched land
moisture laden winds
seducing , tempting, provoking.
a single drop -
moon lit,
as if a teenagers caress
the non chalant drizzle
soft, noiseless , yet continuous
making way
for the deafening downpour
intense, rhythmic
thrusting itself
into the heart and soul of all parchedness
raising it to esctatic heights,
droplets go on relentless,
the rain goes on ....... If you comment on this post (saying anything at all):
1. I’ll respond with something random about you
2. I’ll challenge you to try something
3. I’ll pick a color that i associate with you
4. I’ll tell you something i like about you
5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I’ll ask you something i’ve always wanted to ask you
8. If i do this for you, you must post this on yours
three comments on my friendly neighborhood spacers - ( keep guessing - )
1. hope it works out as per your dreams. .
2. you will find . eternity cant be that long.
3. some pains cant be masked . with or without any prejudice . July 29 Silent Raindrops
Raindrops falling silently,
as if afraid to disturb
the silence of the night.
Rolling down
salty consistency.
The heaviness
is it the soul , or
in the rains?
A pair of eyes looking up
A pair of eyes looking away
A pair of lips expecting
A pair of lips saying-
"we have only one thing in common ,
we cant easily please ourselves".
the rain silently rolling down,
salty incessant consistent. July 25 This monsoon has been different. Last year hyderabad saw the most rainfall in seven years , it just would nt stop raining . This year is different, the skies are laden with moistured clouds, it smells of rain, at times the winds try to imitate the sound of falling raindrops as if to pacify the rainstarved but there is no rain in this city. The few random momentary spells remind of the impulsivness of the addict. However if I were to comment I d say it really is great weather, the harshness of the sun is gone, replaced by a pleasant, cloudy, about to rain any moment kinda look the sky has gone in for . Must say it suits the mood of many of the residents of this area who are mostly trying to find a home away from hometown.
Each one reminding the other of rainy fantasies in terms of food, music, ambience, (even cricket), muddy impromptu football matches, piping hot delicacies, the mothers yelling not to get wet, yet relieved in the fact that the romance of the rain has seeped into their offspring, the wires strung indoors to dry clothes, the damped smell from them, the doors that suddenly seem to have “grown” in the rain and refuse to shut , the need for the covers in the slightly damp slightly cold nights , and the romantic dreams of future rainy days when one would have someone to share them with….
Well the future comes and goes …. Like electricity in the monsoon storm .
I sit cross-legged , hair let down , gaping at the TV, my finger constantly pressing a button . 4 year old gets disgusted gets up to stare at the rain outside , says – gondho achey , aj bristi ashbei (the smell says rain will come today) he has been taught that rain comes , she does nt fall. Hopefully he gapes on at the clouds . the channel is now 64 , something in telegu , I find myself gaping at the screen ……
Given the no./ of rain lovers in this orbit , I d like to present a depiction of some rainy days – some real , some fantasized , some lived , some second person account – but all memorable and etching a mark . shall I ?? anyone interested in re living it with me . cos the rainy journey could get slippery , and cold , I need a hand to hold onto. .…. July 23 din khali khali bartan hai
aur raat hai jaise andha kuan
in suni andheri ankhon mein
ansu ki jagah ata hai dhuan
jeeney ki wajah to koi nahi
marne ka bahana dhundhta hai
- the song that seems to have taken over my thot process among other things lately . July 21 Chupi Angdrai.
WAQT KE AAGOSH KE BAHAR
CHUBHTI NAZRON SE DUUR
EK SAHMA AHSAAS.
APNE ASTIVA SE PARESHAN EK LAMHA.
KUCH SUKHA
KUCH GEELA.
THODA SHARMILA
THODA BEKABU.
SHABDO KE BEECH EK AWAAZ
AWAAZ MEY SARGOSHI
JAISE KUCH KEHNE SE ZYADA
KUCH SUN NA HO USEY.
HAYA KA LAHRAATA ANCHAL
JO ZULFON KA BHI HO SAKTA THA.
THA?
THA ……… YANI KAHAANI BEET CHUKI?
YA SAMAY KE PARADARSH SE DUUR
KOI KHWAB
HAYA KE PARDE KE PEECHEY
ANGRDAI MEY MADMAST HUI JA RAHI HAI. July 20 zen story - ( told by osho) two monks were travelling . they came to a river . there was a young girl standing there who could not cross the river alone and needed help. the older monk turned away and continued on his path. he turned around to see the younger monk carrying the girl on his arms. when they neared the monastry the older monk turned to the younger monk and said - dont you know we monks are not supposed to touch women ? then why? the younger monk replied - i left her on the bank of the river , are you still carrying her? hmmmm. July 14 what happens wen 10 wickets fall ? does the ability , attitude or etenal positivity of the 11 th player count? does it matter anymore wat he could ve done given the chance? the only truth is that the game is over .
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