My Life In A Nutshell

I would love to inform my blog readers and followers that this blog was selected for the Blog Of The Day award for June 21. It was nice to see my blog get some recognition! Here is the link given for the award-

http://blogofthedayawards.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-shall-set-you-free.html

And here's some more good news my Blog has also been nominated for the IndiBlogger Of The Month award. It was simply amazing to see that my blog had qualified for the nomination. Here's where you can vote for me and make me a winner!

http://www.indiblogger.in/nominations.php?id=3

All this has been possible to the various readers and commentators who have been with me and whose comments have encouraged me. Without you this blog amounts to nothing.. I hope I keep producing absurdity here to keep your love flowing. Thanks to all of you.

I would also like to give a special thanks to Devika, who has been a regular to this tiny piece of blogosphere and has commented, interacted and motivated me to keep my spirits soaring and never feeling low. Her writings and poems have been a source of inspiration to me. Though my communist friend and me rarely agree on any point still the spirit of democracy and goal of social welfare to all citizens thrives between us. Thank you Devika!

p.s. i have not mentioned a lot of other people which doesn't undermine their contribution to this Blog.

A very dear friend of mine, Richa Singh has started her own blog-

http://www.subzeroricha.blogspot.com/

I received a gift from another very dear friend of mine, Swarnima Telang who has painted my life in a nutshell! Her painting depicts everything that matters in my life and is close to me, i was touched by her painting immensely. Sad i cannot paint otherwise i would have reciprocated her gesture!

Here it is..... (click on the pic to enlarge it)

Points to notice:

1. My favourite book and movie "Fight Club" was prominently shown for it summarises to a large extent my feelings for the world order.

2.A Newspaper is also shown for I'm a total news junkie and in love with the newspapers since as long as i can remember.

3. An I-pod is shown playing the famous rapper 2Pac's songs. 2Pac is my favourite rapper and his music is religion to me.

4. Two photo-frames with a Lotus and an "Om" pic symbolize my fanatic support for the BJP and my deep interest in 'spirituality, philosophy, Hinduism' respectively.

5. A laptop is shown which is another life necessity for me. My life now revolves round my laptop without which I cannot imagine my life.

6. A pile of Books is shown for I'm an avid reader and books form a very important part of my everyday routine.

7. A coffee and a pack of cigarettes is shown on the stool. I'm not a tea person at all, I love coffee and no I'm not a cigarette addict but yes it has aesthetic value!

8. Masks with various faces represent the various mood swings I have with my friends though I take care not be identified with the moods.

9. A portrait of heart stands for the role of Love in my life. 'Leave all for Love' a famous poet remarked once and I'm trying to live it!

Lady M: An Ode To Mayawati

Her cult of personality

Her armour of arrogance

A Dalit Superwoman

UP's uncrowned Super Queen

Her Majesty without the King

She has made Brahmins her subject

Narcissism personified, Ego magnified

Blue Elephant runs the show

Elephant is now the King Of Beasts

Elephant runs riot & jungle trembles

Uttar Pradesh painted blue

Bureaucrats have no clue

Police is a menace now

It's a money making machine

Rampant corruption rules the roost

All funds channel to Lady M

Fear & terror run thru vein

Citizens muzzled sigh a tear

Her favourite pink salwar kameez

With Gucci handbags in her arm

Behenji has style statement & charm

Her statues aint enough to quench her thirst

For Power For Fame For Immortality

If Lady M so desires in a whim

It will be hence called Maya Pradesh

Ambedkar will be horrified to see his legacy

Turned into colossal domed structures and park

His idols everywhere and ideals nowhere

God forbids if she becomes PM

How many of us will have to emigrate

Once a beacon of hope for poor and out casted

Now a symbol for the lust of Power

If you were a river

If you were a river
- a mother to the people
A mother to the farmer and his crops
A soul to a country, a land
A quencher of thirsty throats
A witness of rise and fall of empires
A company to the sad and lonely
A retreat for the poets and painters
A source of creation and destruction
Love and fury, Personified

I'd jump in you as a free soul
You'd hold me in your arms
You'd feel me as part of you
You'd be me and I'd be you
We'd be one. Oneness
Oneness.

Perfectly fit in thy womb
You'd carry me wherever you wished
I'd just trust you infinitely
And wait to see where you'd take me
We'd be together to face the spring
The Summer. The Winter. The Rain.
The mountains, the valleys
Then you'd take me to meet-
The Ocean.

I'd love you forever in its vastness
Alone again I'd be as good as dead!

My Noida Market!!

Fried omelettes, boiled eggs

Milk shakes and " Sirjee No Change"

Women in bright sarees

Walk beside those in Denim Capris

Girls with long saloon cut hair

Girls with 2 short ponies

Guyz with thick spectacles

Guyz with cigarettes on bikes

Men with big bellies & bigger wallets

Men with big cars & foul tongue

Neon lights and fluorescent bulbs

Chatpati 'tikkis' & paani batashas

Irritated husbands & excited children

Small poor children serving dishes

Liquor shops brimming with activity

Beggars promising salvation for cheap price

My Noida Bazaar pulsating with energy!

Maa

A brief moment ago

I glimpsed a pregnant lady

A woman on a journey to be a 'Mother'

A transformation, a reincarnation

The pregnant lady was elegant

Carrying in her seed of mankind

I looked at her wondering

'If she was a single person;

or there were two of 'em?'

She was a coalescence of two bodies,

In her she bore the future of humanity

The ultimate cosmic union of 'em

A carrier of divine spark, divine reality

Midway between a Woman and a Mother

Mother-baby communion with one another

Mother- is the source of us all

I reject the belief of masculine God

God has to be a Mother

Mother by her very nature can't be human

She's a divine being nurturing us all.

p.s. the above painting is by the iconic painter Raja Ravi Varma

Kalpana Loves Ghajini!

His ruff and tuff looks

His fiery eyes

His Gujjar accent

His bappi da's 'sone' ka style

His macho goons

His blacker than black shirt-pant combo

His sinister ways and evil deeds

His big-owned factories

His hairline receeds

He's tall dark and handsome

He's all I ever dreamed of love

He'll buy me 3 ambassadors

He'll get me modelling contracts

He'll be my Salem i'll be his Monica

He's a darling, My charming sight

He's tough as a bull

He hits enemies with iron rods (in full delight)

I used to hate him, I luv him now

He was angry, he was a foe

I blew the lid off his girl racket (oops!)

He touched my heart with his angst look

He changed my mind with his iron rod

He turned my bf to memory freak

Ghajini- my man, my new boyfriend!

Sorry Sanjay,  keep the med student  

Choosing Ghajju is much more prudent! 

GB Road- The Sin Road

A night I was in New Delhi

A night alone with street lights

With heavy traffic and begging lunatics.

New Delhi Railway Station- My destination

Standing alone at "Ajmeri Gate Side"

Lightning up my cigarette to kill time

A full 3 hours to board my train

Alone with a thousand thoughts stranded.  

I decided to take a walk

A walk to a destination most infamous

Whose trail was learned from a friend.

With empty mind and no desires

I risked the custom and my reputation

Character after all is a cage.

GB Road was the disgraced address

Delhi's home to pimps and whores.

I walked a walk a lonely walk

Knowing not what to expect.

What would be it like to take a walk

Through the sin road of sinister souls

Would I lose my rational mind?

Would i forgo my repute and character?

And yield to the bodily temptations?

I had to find out, I had to go.

Through the traffic I made my way

Walking slowly, consciously to my destination

I knew I was on the right path.

For I saw girls - faces covered with cloth

In the rickshaws, on the bike's backseat

Faceless anonymous bodies cruising through.

Old lurid & rickety structure welcomed me

There I was in plenitude of dissolution

My heart beated albeit slowly, heavily.

As if to make a complete mockery of law

A police station right across the street.

'Plum Posting' it must be, I said to me.

A feeling of pervasive suffocation enveloped me

Behind the shady windows of buildings stood Whores 

"Whores" I said to myself in shock and rant

"Whores" with little more than their bras on them

Stood behind the heavy iron grills of the windows

Signalling me, Gesturing me, pinpointing me, to come

"Whores" behind their 'grills' -euphemism for jail bars

"Whores" ready to sell their body for anyone & everyone

And then my eyes locked upon a window

A 12 yr old or so little girl gesturing me.

A spectacular human tragedy of which

I was the audience with front row seats.

Suffocation filled me, I couldn't breathe

I needed to get outta there else i vomit.

Rebellion and Revolt struck my mind

Little mind of me unable to comprehend

Unable to decipher the question 'Why?'

Never had I imagined such a painful sight,

I wanted to scream, wail and cry all night

I was helpless and hopeless that night.