Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Shopping voes

whoever said shopping is fun must be hanged!!!
or worse.. made to shop for a month with my mom
and all those who think its a stressbuster, think again
as far as I am concerned, its been giving me sleepless nights for a month
what with looking for everything from shoes to safety pins, from hankies to spoons

and the tailors... I really am going to strangle them with their very own inchetapes!!
trials, retrials, countless fittings, that never seem to end
from matching earrings to matching dupattas, I have started havong nightmares about shirt patterns and swirling dupattas..
Well, i better hurry all I'll miss the trouser fitting I have scheduled half an hour later

Thursday, July 10, 2008

I am back~~

yes after a long long long..........
absence, I am back on my blog
I really can't tell you how much I missed my space and all my friends here, all I can say is I had my reasons for not coming here, even though it was killing me not to
A lot has happened since the last time I was here
college is over
I have been spending the last month doing nothing except sitting at home, sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, flipping channels, sleeping some more, gorging on practically everything (to the point that I no longer fit into my jeans), sleeping, sleeping...
I guess you get the picture..
But that's over
I finally got my call and am leaving for Chennai on 20th of July for my joining with Accenture which is on 21st of July
Wheew!! after all those years of whiling away my time in college, I am finally going to be earning my own bread and butter (or my own burger and coke in my case)
So all my friends with eons of experience in the work department are invited to please please share some of their useful Gyan with me
waiting eagerly for your responses
love and luck
Sherry :)

Thursday, April 24, 2008


Blogging has added a lot more to my life than i could ever have imagined
In ways It has shaped what I am today
Freeville has been my very own drama stage, where I have been evrything I could dream of.
I have been a green green grasshopper and a roaring auto..
I have been a naughty cat :meow: and an innocent pair of dance slippers...
I have made hearts go ooooooh with my hot chocolaty oomph
and hopped around as a pair of orange laced shoes..
and what an audience I have had.. people who have accompanied me on every crazy whacky adventure that captured my fancy
I hope you enjoyed the journey as much as i did.
Now its time to take a little break
My laptop went kaput a couple of days back and my college came to an end today (Everybody around me is getting their hair ironed and pealing packs off their faces as i write this.. getting ready for the farewell, three hours from now) I am going home a few days from now (after my final examz) and since there is no net at home(my sister is in class 10 so no net, no loud music, minimum television.. yes yes life as an elder sibling seriopusly sucks!! :sigh: :sigh:) so I am officially closing my blog temporarily for a few months.. I'll definitely miss this space and everyone who visited it
i hope i too shall be missed
but then again... I'll be back soon

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

The last bite..


She heard the loud clanging of the overhead bell, signaling the lunch hour
Why can't we just have lunch in class under the teacher's watchful eye.. she wondered for the umpteenth time.
She tried to trail behind everyone else, avoiding the customary push towards the blue door.
As, she got out of the red and white room and entered the bustling line of tiny class 1 students, she mentally ticked off the places where she could spend the coming hour without being disturbed.

The tree clump at the end of the ground wouldn't do... that's where they had found her the week before and had scared her with stories about old graves and wandering spirits, till she had run crying all the way to the school church, with everyone laughing in her wake.
She hadn't been able to sleep alone since then.

The plane behind the buses would have to go to.. thats' where the bus driver had beaten her up with a stick for spilling rouhafza near the tires.

So would it be the ledge on the back wall, to the forbidden backside of the building today? But what if Sister Sophie catches her.. that would mean 10 whiplashes on her palm and 10 on her knuckles.
But she decided to risk it anyway
She looked all around, making sure she wasn't followed, as she softly slipped behind the tin enclosure, to the back of the high brick wall. She lifted her bag up and then climbed uncertainly onto the ledge.
At last! she felt safe from the savage world on the other side of the flimsy tin door. She was about to open her lunch box, a rare smile touching her ruby lips, her fountain pony bouncing happily as she mentally savored the contents, when she heard the voice. "Hey you! What are you doing up there?" She looked down, terrified, to see Varanpal, the most popular girl in class and her cronies staring up at her, hands on hips. "I.. I justtt.. ", she stammered as she always did in school. The girls go bored with her bumbling speech and instead started talking to each other in hurried whispers, giggling all the while. The happy sound scared her even more.

"Would you be our friend?", the question took her so much by surprise that she asked perplexed, " who?". "yeah yeah", came the unexpected response..
She had never had a friend. No one had ever wanted her for anything other than to make fun of her or to beat her up or to tease her mercilessly.. but friendship.. and being Varanpal's friend would mean no more beatings, no more hating lunch hour, no more tears
"ye...s"she mumbled softly. "Then what are you doing up there? come down to us". She climbed down eagerly and fell clumsily at their feet as her skirt caught on a nail. they laughed their heads off at her, calling her a baffoon. Then Varanpal stopped and looked at her seriously.. "If you want to be our friend, you have to say "I am a fool" thrice and spin around clapping, all the while". she didn't have a choice now did she? She did as she was told as they almost burst out of their tiny bodies laughing.

They took her to the main ground, where everyone sat in circles on grey asphalt,having their food and chatting away, and for now staring at her as she followed, head downcast, in Varan's wake. They made their way to the largest circle, with everyone automatically making way for Varan and her friends.
"From now on, she is my friend", Varan announced to everyone with a wink. Sniggers flew across the circle as she slowly sank to the ground next to Varan. "so where is your lunch?". She looked up confused, at the question from the girl with the bob cut and the red specs, sitting two places from her. "You know.. lunch.. here we all share our lunches by passing them around this circle and since you are new, we are going to start with you today. "
She reluctantly gave her lunch to the girl next to her, who took a huge bite and then passed it on to the next. She watched longingly as everyone devoured her favourite bitter gourd and parantha, which her mother had cooked for her at 5 in the morning. By the time the box made its way back to her, there was only one little bite left.
She picked it up to eat it, when she felt a blow on her back "Get out", and her bite sailed out of her hand and onto the dirty ground. There was another blow and a louder "Get out!!". "But.. bu..t I thought i your friend". That merited a harsh kick from Varanpal and a riot of laughter from everyone. "You!! my friend?? haha.. in your dreams.. i moti!!". There were more kicks, blows and chants of "moti moti". Someone hit her with a bag and she went skidding against the asphalt, staining it with blood, as her nose landed next to her last bite of biter gourd..

The applause brought her out of her reverie.. She realized they had just announced her name.. as the winner of the "School's best orator of the year" award.. She had won it three times in a row..
She got up.. walked up to the stage... head held high... gracious smile back in place.. as she turned towards the mike to address the school... silently putting another bandage on the ever bleeding wounds of the little girl

PS: No, Its not fiction..

Monday, April 14, 2008

Of orange laced shoes

I was a pair of orange laced shoes...
colourful and vibrant
so full of youth
off I go in a careless swagger.. jumping over potholes
slipping and sliding over the road's greying pearls, to touch the peak of a mountain of rubble,
almost toppling off to nothingness.. clawing the trembling sides with my rubbery sole
aaah! and I have made it..
I rest a while.. Swathed in the grey glory of my rumbling kingdom
But I can't stay still now can I?
off I go leaving a furrowed slope in my wake as I breeze off towards a new adventure

What should I do now? hmm... should I go bungee jumping off a window ledge?
or should I go deep water diving in the nearby pond?

hmmm... may be today I'll just go for a walk... discovering new territories to mark as my own.. reveling in the novelty as I savour the touch of each new texture slip under me
A voyage of meaning..

A voyage of discovery..

Uhoh! what's wrong with you dudette? what's with all this philosophizing about life and stuff
just chill and live life as it comes and let it take u places :D
as for now that place would have to be the shoe shop at the end of the street with that sexy pair of red laced shoes.. who just makes my heat go OOH OOH OOH!!! ;) :D

did u hear that.. that thump? yuhoo!!! that's the latest dance no. to hit the stores
so off I go dancing away to glory.. making laces pop and tongues loll with my cool moves and swift turns.. I am loving iiiit :D :D :D

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Dead pain

I feel a gentle thump in my foot where his knee had crushed it blue

I feel a soft coolness where the wind from the overhead fan is drying the trailing tears

I feel a numbed warmth as fresh blood flows out of my crumpled fingers

I feel a dull sensation in my head where the hair were pulled out of their roots

I feel a bubble burst as blood boils out of my right ear

I feel a smoky burn near my navel where a new cigarette mark joined the scores before

Of pain, indignity, injustice.. I feel Nothing

These are dead bodies I buried years ago in a lonely grave.. along with love, trust and pride
A grave with no flowers.. A grave with no care.. A grave i no longer visit, to mourn

I raise myself by my good arm and stagger to the kitchen, mentally calculating the time it would take to cook his favourite dinner... stumbling on my torn skirt.. shivering in mid step.. careful not to wake him up, as he shifts in his drunken slumber..

Tuesday, April 8, 2008


A BIG THANK YOU!!! to all those who woke up at 6:30 in the morning for my little party.. you guys are absolute darlings

Thanks for making it such a success and giving such a rocking start to my day

I hope you guys had fun too :)

and for those who couldn't make it.. don't worry

we'll hold another one soon (and at a more reasonable time for sure :D )

so adieu and take care

Monday, April 7, 2008

I am so lonesome I could cry...

Tonight.. I am so lonesome I could cry...

I got two shocks today.. the first one was about a very close friend.. he is going through a very very tough time, everything that he built his life around is falling to pieces.. and no matter how much I want to comfort him and tell him not to worry.. to tell him that it will be ok.. I know there is nothing I can do and I don't have words to describe how frustrating that is..

I see him there, kneeling helpless pain
I see his tears falling to the ground vain
I see the demons attacking packs
I see his blood spilling
..through cracks
I see his last breath wheeze out defeat
I see him die my feet
and like a statue I stand still
from my little safe bubble
watching the demons eat there fill
unseen tears fall blinded from my eyes
stopping at the invisible boundary
fate has built with my unheard sighs

the second was that my dad is leaving tomorrow for four months.It was so sudden.. I mean he told me today after dinner, and I just get to meet him for half an hour tomorrow and then he'll be gone :(
I'll miss him so much.. now I too need that party tomorrow to cheer me up :(
As Elvis Presley would have said..
I am so lonesome I could cry...


Ok guys, so a couple of my friends in bloggerwille have been down for some time now, so I decided to throw a party to perk them up and have some rocking fun
so all of you are invited tomorrow to my shoutbox to pop some beers dance away to glory and yes the best part.. gappofy till u drop!!!


so guys don't forget to bring your party hats.. and yes you can bring along as many of your blogger friends as you like.. aaaah and yes don't forget to bring food, booze and music along too :D
in case the shoutbox gets too crowded, we can always shift the venue to the comments section of this post
aaah yes, this story too has a slight twist... one of my friends is in USA and there was only one time which was convenient for all of us and it was... 6:30 am in the morning(IST)
so it will be an early morning party.. ok before all the lazybags(including me) start screaming.. guys think!! what better way to start the day than with dance, food, booze and making new friends
c'mon be a sport and and wake up early this once and make this party a success and I promise if there is a great response i'll hold another one, but at more lazy-bag friendly timings :D
so be there!!!

VENUE: Freeville
TIME: 6:30am
PS: guys don't forget the picture dedications are still on here. You can dedicate any message u want to anyone in the blogger world.. just say it with a picture :)tc
c you guys 2mrw :)

Friday, April 4, 2008

The Clear Glass

A tiny drop of air conditioned sweat trickled down his spine, chilling him to his very extremities.
He felt his hand reach out shakily towards the glass of clear mineral water, reflected shimmeringly in the spotless glasstop of the table facing him like an adversary. He raised it to his lips, taking a single swallow, measured precisely, as if the slightest overdose would kill him.
He slowly lifted his eyes and discreetly studied the man at the other bank of the glass river. He had never seen someone who resembled a wizened lion more. The conservative black suit with razor sharp edges; the immaculate black hair with the slightest tinge of graceful grey, as royal as the wild king's mane; the perfectly groomed beard, matching the authoritarian air to a T; and the gaze.. the gaze that was slashing his self-confidence to ribbons, like a lion's sharpened claws rip their victims to shreds.
"So, Mr. Delvehesh, what makes you think you are the man for this job?" the suited lion asked him in a quiet voice. He gave a start, he had expected a roar. "Err.. sir, well actually..", he stammered
"Yes?" , the gaze sharpened, even as the question was asked in a voice as quiet as the one before.
"Well, I am efficient and, and confident and I would love to do the work you are offering, " he tried valiantly, in a stuttering voice, that sounded so unlike his.
"I am sure you are all these things, but then so are the hundreds of young men standing outside that door. So, why should I chose you and be unfair to them all?", came the question, a subtle strain of mockery entwining with the quiet authority in the voice.
He opened his mouth, closed it again, swallowed and opened it again, but nothing came out.
He knew he couldn't afford to lose this job. He was at his wit's end.
He had gone numb, there was vaccum where his thinking machine of a brain had been a few minutes back.
He went into a sort of fever, losing control of what he was saying as he burst out "sir, well, I ... I am a peoples' person and.. and I can drive and I desperately need this job and I.. i can draw and and I can err.. dance and I am gay, " he clapped his hand over his mouth as he realised what he had just said. Torturously, in that moment of pure humiliation his mind was again crystal clear.
H clearly saw the the rocky grey eyes from across the table flicker for a moment before rippling back into a solid mass.
"That will be all Mr. Delvehesh, you can leave now." He staggered onto his feet weakly and struggled towards the closed door.
"And yes, tell the lady outside to cancel the rest of the interviews.. you are hired as my personal assistant." He whipped around in disbelief, a strange light entering his eyes, only to leave immediately as he saw the lion languishing in the chair, a lazy smile luxuriating on his lips. The penetrating gaze was replaced by a feather, freely roving over his body, marking him its owner's property...
"On second thoughts, you can stay right here and start immediately," the cat purred slowly, stretching himself invitingly...

PS: sorry guys got two examz tomorrow and haven't studied anything till now.. will pakka se reply to all comments 2mrw

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Your Friendly Neighbourhood Devil

Hello there..

I am your friendly neighbourhood devil..

No friend no lover,

is safe from my seed of evil

I bitch and I cry

and out comes my wicked laugh

as in anger I see u fry

With a swirl of my black staff

I can bring your world to a stupendous halt

I am behind every brag every rumour,

made bloody with that tinge of crimson salt

Aaaah.. Now don't you enjoy my chocolaty humour??

As I temp and I seduce

with the flutter of an eye or the swish of a skirt

your desire comes alive like fire on melting ice

With dangers many I make you flirt

I make you dream the wildest dreams

(and with a quirk of my smile,)

your worst nightmares I bring to life

My favourite music is the symphony of your screams

My favourite gift is violence and strife

My red horns rest like twin cherries on my black head

(and fill your mind with lusciously forbidden thoughts)

my forked tail tickles your senses

before plunging deep into u, twisting till u fall dead

Aaah.. Now don't I hear you begging me to breach your fences??

The ink of blood runs through my clawtooth pen

Beauty and lies are my weapons of lore

So run little kitten as far as u can

my shadow will creep into any safe hole u bore

to say..

hello there..

I am your friendly neighbourhood devil

come to complete my sphere

of untainted evil

PS: Hello everyone!

don't forget to dedicate your pictures in the comments section of the previous post

Monday, March 31, 2008

Say it with pictures

Recently, bloggerville was taken by storm by Mez's post on crush dedications.

It gave people a chance to express how they felt about their fellow bloggers and earned mez a whooping (and well deserved, for coming up with such a brilliant idea) 269 comments :D

personally I thought it was a lot of fun and spiced up the blogger scene and also added a bit of intrigue to a lot of lives (what with all those guessing games with all the anonymous comments ;) ;) :D)

This post gave me an idea.. since I love using pictures and personally think a picture can sometimes say a lot more than we can ever put into words, so, I have come up with my own version of the crush dedication and with mez's permission(it being an extention of her idea) here it is:
if there is any message you want to send to any doesn't have to be a crush dedication or even something nice.. could be that you are pissed off with someone.. feel free to leave absolutely any kind of message in the comments section of this post
the only thing is this time, use pictures to say what you want to say
Use google or any other source to search for the image you think suits your thoughts or views and leave the link along with the name and link of the blogger you wish to dedicate that image to in the comments section of this post
i'll forward the message to the recipient through their comment sections
of course it will be preferable if you leave your name, but if that makes you uncomfortable, feel free to leave an anonymous comment :)
and yes try to stick to images but if you want to supplement them with a few words you are most welcome
all in all, I hope we all enjoy this little adventure.. I am already soooooo excited
so I guess i'll just shut up and let the pictures do the talking :)
PS: sorry for having had to discontinue writing a daily post on my other blog.. but now I AM BACK WITH MY DAILY POSTS!! :)

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Bicycle of life..

The watch on his hand struck 11:30 pm.
The street was empty as was expected in any small town at this ungodly hour.
She felt a sharp prick at the back of her hand as a spirited mosquito plunged its sharp suckers into his soft skin and drank its full
The street light flickered and then pooof.., it was gone, plunging them into a pale pearly world, where the full moon was a great overflowing beacon and the stars its tiny companions..
A single furrow of sweat flowed down his leg as he prepared to strike the pedal on the shiny black bicycle. She clutched him around the waist, her breath coming out in scared whispers, as she balanced precariously on the wobbly carrier. He pushed his foot forward and struck the pedal nervously. The bicycle lurched a little and they whooped as they almost lost their balance. But then his feet were kicking the pedal faster and off they went, two little kids learning to ride a bike again. The bike gained speed, and the breeze flew through their hair sweeping out the fear and the nervousness. It started with a giggle and then turned into a full bodied laugh as his guffaaw joined her tinkle, dangerously shaking their fragile little ride. But there was no stopping them as they took a graceful curve around the park, zigzagging on the milky road, whistling up at the dancing stars. He began singing an old romantic number for her, she blushed and lowered her head to his shoulder shyly, hugging him tighter and giving him a little peck. He whispered something to her and then they were both laughing again, completing their little circle around the dark dense park.. they got off the bike. He took her hand and raised it gently to his lips, sighing "you know, ever since I met you I have wanted to ride a bicycle, with you in the back holding on to me just like this.. finally.." She smiled up at him in that way only people in the first throes of love smile and they walked hand in hand back to the gate.. two people radiating young love's innocent pink glow..
She is 45 and he is 49 and they have been married for over 22 years.. and after all these years their love has only grown younger. They are crazier about each other than many of my "madly-in-love " young friends.. They are the reason I am such a hopeless romantic 'coz they are the reason I believe that one day I'll love someone just as crazily and be loved just as much in return.. they are my parents...

PS: Congos dad for finally having fulfilled your long due wish and for making it so perfect for mom and thanks both of you for making me realize how important the little things in life are and how fulfilling it is to let go of fear and doubt and to give ourselves so wholly to someone else. I love you both more than I can ever tell you..

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

playing the tag game :)

I have just had an extended lazy weekend at home and have loads of lazy thoughts and ideas dreamily swimmimg in the clear blue ocean of my mind's sky... but then my routerwala seems to have taken a pledge of not coming and fixing my net router so I am down to scavenging a few minutes in the lab class for my blog and what better way to spend it than to reply to long overdue tags

There are three tags that i am going to deal woth in this post

the first one was by IMPRESSIONIST and goes like this:

I had to write a six word memoir and this is it...

I am a...

"wild adventure in a crazy dream

The second tag was by d sinner and its a quessionare about me.. do i hear any complaints that i don't share personal stuff here?? :D :D :D

Instructions: Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.

1. Name three most valuable assets?

a pencil, a diary and a well-stocked library(could be a lappy with a net conn in place of all three) (no i don't consider people as assets.. they are companions to be cared for and enjoyed.. not things to be used and valued for the level of assistance they can provide)
2. One truth in your life that haunts you every day?

The fact that no matter how hard I try or how much i want to rebel.. there are still too many strings holding me down.. too many gates I can never cross..
3. If you were to be stranded on a desert island, who are the four blog buddies you would take alongside with you?

hmmm.. I would love to take everyone 'coz each one has some unique characteristic that I never tire of studying, but if it has to be four.. it would be

Soup for her sheer joy of living.. there is such exuberance in her that she can make me smile and raise my spirits under any circumstances

Eternal optimista for being my guarding angel

Gonecase for being such an absolute darling all the time (and for his cooking abilities of course ;) ;) :P)

and reeta skeeter for being a great friend and such a lot of fun

4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?

hmmm.... that would have to be the end of the universe and beyond and you bet i'll get there someday :D
5. If you can have one dream to come true, what would it be?

hmm.... I know this sounds kiddish, but I wish i was a witch in Hogwarts amd a great one at that.. how about Ginny's sense of humour and her spirit combined with hermionie's brains??

6. Till now, what is the moment that you regret the most?
I know a lot of people say "life is too short for regrets", but I think they are just being dishonest, I think its ok to have regrets, as long as you don't spend the rest of your life wallowing in them and thus turning it into one big fat regret

as for my regrets.. I have quite a few, but the biggest one has to be not following a more artistic line of work and choosing to be an engineer just 'coz it was the safest bet even though I am convinced it is neither my destiny nor my field of talent

7.What are you afraid to lose the most?

My family, my freedom of choice and my imagination

8. What would you do if you found a briefcase full of money?

Try to get it to the rightful owner and if that's not possible then donate it (it doesn't belong to me and no i am not being a hypocrite)

9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?

no I am tooscared of rejection and too egoistical and basically just want to be vooed(did i mention i am too romantic??) ... but that doesn't mean i won't give out signals and if he can't understand them then i am sure he is just not worth my time

10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.

neha.. well, I don't know her personally but from what I have read.. She is a talented writer, socially conscious (she deals beautifully with so many sensitive issues, i wish i could write socially relevant things like she does.. girl you really make a difference) and a caring and sensitive person :)
11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?

aaaaaaaaah now this is going to be a very very long list(why do you think I am still single?? ;P )

(i)must have a great sense of humour

(ii)and a ready wit

(iii)and a sense of freedom and self

(iv) should be able to understand and respect what i write

(v) should respect my individuality and should treat me like an equal

(vi) but should still cherish me like a princess

(vii) should be head over heels for me :D

(viii) should know how to cook (guys i am just being practical!!)

(ix) should have nothing agaist books or dogs

(x) and yes how can i forget, should have an active imagination and a great sense of adventure and should be an absolute romantic(else i doubt he could live with me)

PHEW!!! could add a few more but I guess this covers the essentials ;) :D

12. Which type of person do you hate the most?

Child abusers, religious fanatics, rapists, cheaters, people who look at life with rose coloured glasses, supposedly "perfect" people
13. What is your ambition?

To write a book that drives everyone crazy
14. My Question: If you were given the chance to have one super power.. what would it be and why?
hmm.. here I am confused between the ability to fly so that I can travel far and wide and explore and feel free
or the ability to be invisible, so that I could observe everyone unnoticed.. I think i'll chose the first one

15. For you life is?

The greatest epic adventure of all time, with you in the starring role

16. If you could do one thing different in life, what would it be?

I would have been nicer to my kid sis and more understanding towards my parents

17. Are you a shopaholic or no?

lets just say I can hardly wait for the time I'll be earning my own money so that I can spend it on all the books clothes and exotic things in the world

18. Which actress or actors you would like to be?
none.. I am a nautanki in my own right ;) :D

19 what touches you?

love, care, honesty, pain.. dogs

20. Do you have any plans for tomorrow?

yup.. I am going home!!! will be back on sunday

last but far from the least we have Craziest and Gonecase's tag which goes like this:
I have to think of 7 random facts about me... hmmm.. now lets see.. just about everything about me is random so how the hell am I suppose to narrow it down to 7??? :|

chalo try karein
1) I absolutely love writing, nothing gives me more peace or pleasure
2)I love walking alone on my terrace barefoot, at night with just the moonlight.. sometimes I dance there and sometimes I talk to myself, pretend i am a princess or a witch or an ancient warrior.. its the best time of my day
3) I love Hot chocolate fudge and all kinds of dark chocolates... they make me go mmmmmmm.. :)
4) I am lazy to the point of being a sloth
5) I have discovered an all new passion--badminton which I try to play every evening, it gives me a mighty high and helps fill the otherwise empty evening hours.
6) I also enjoy painting with poster colours and gifting the results to my poor friends (coz i am arguably the world's worst painter)
7) I find tattoos on the back very very sexy ;)

as for tagging... hmmm... i tag maverick, rohit, anuj with the memoir tag

impressionist, craziest , gonecase, vandita and ankur with the questionairre tag

soup with the random facts tag

Saturday, March 15, 2008

The fluttering White curtains...

She got up from her bed, closed her eyes and waited for the song to start. As, the subtle beginning strains reached her ears, she raised her hands to feel his clasp them gently. He started by giving her body a gentle turn. She didn’t open her eyes, relying only on the sensations flowing between their bodies to synchronize their steps. The tempo of the song quickened and their dance paced to keep up. They were swirling in a smooth fluid whirlpool.

She felt herself being lifted, high up like a log on a wave crest, left twirling there for what seemed like an eternity, before being washed over to the beach down at his feet. One moment, he was the master, and she his trusting slave, following every command in his touch as she danced to his tune and the next second, she was the unforgiving mistress, driving him mercilessly to the tempo of her absolute ownership.

Her skirt billowed around her, like a fan in full motion as he whirled her out… then wrapped snugly around her legs like the closed petals of a virgin rose, as in one swift motion he twisted her body in.. his hands moving to her waist as her fingertips landed on his shoulders and her toe-tips on his.

The music softened midway and they moved slowly, moulded together. Then, her fingertips slipped over his rippling shoulders and her body moved away from him, but still joined to him by the toes. She let herself hang there, over the abyss, her head thrown back, her hair almost touching the ground, only his hands tightened over her wrists keeping her from going over. And then, in a jiffy, as the music reached its pitch, he had whipped her back from the edge, back into a moving flowing swimming universe.

Their bodies met like two liquids meeting in a mighty splash and then receded into their own corners in the aftermath, as the energy between them, rippled them apart. And then, she was again revolving faster than she ever had, her feet spinning out from her still toe tips. Her arms passed through his hold, like satin flowing out a hole.. till her fingertips met his and the electricity coursing through them, made hers swirl in their wake..

She felt his hand let go and for a moment her blind feet staggered uncertainly… then his hands were at her waist again and the confidence flowed back into her, as he spun her around like clay on a spinning wheel, till she rose gracefully to the crescendo, like an elegant pot rising from the bowl of mud… her hands clasped high above her head. Then, as the universe around them came to a boom and the rhythm crumbled into a million stars raining down, she too crumpled, just as beautifully, to her knees like a ballerina’s final bow, with his hands holding hers above the crown of her lowered head…

As the last strains of the music died, she rose slowly, uncreasing her sweaty pajamas and opened her eyes.. coming back to the empty room around her, still except for the plain white curtains fluttering gently at her window….

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Rosy day..

"Kya baat hai maedaem ji rosy day hai ke aj??", the remark followed by raucous laughter made him turn in his overcrowded seat and crane his neck to look at the source of the commotion.
At first it was just the mammoth crush of bodies indistinguishable from each other, so often found in a crowded roadways bus. Then he saw it.. a slender hand rising up from amidst that falling circle of a loose maroon sleeve, a hand with long sculpted fingers, a hand meant to create art, a hand which was an art in itself, and in that was clutched the most beautiful rose he had ever seen. He could see the sun from the nearby window glinting on the cellophane sheet wrapped around the rose. He could see it slide like honey onto the smooth skin of the hand he couldn't take his eyes off. he had this sudden urge to taste the honey slithering down that hand, to catch it before it slid down to the circle of filth gathered around it. He became aware of the callous mirth on the faces surrounding the hand and the rose... his rose.. they were like weeds slowing crawling in around his rose, ready to drown it in their wicked canopy, to strangle his precious ruby into a piece of burnt coal.
The bus lurched to a stop. The hand disappeared under the fallen crowd, to emerge a minute later, twisted and harassed, but with its delicate cargo still safe. Something licked at the back of his head.. what was it the boys had said ..."rosy day...". His half closed eyes snapped back open with a sighing "Oh!", it indeed was rose day.. It wasn't his rose.. it was a rose that girl with the artist's hands was taking for a lover. But of course! the perfection of the softly enfolding petals, the deepness of the deepest red like the blush of young love, the protectiveness of the hand's stance, for who else but the truest lover. He sighed softly, to his surprise, and closed his eyes again letting the music from his headphones drown out the fishmarket sounds of the yellow and green bus, and to soften the immutable sense of disappointment he inexplicably felt at the realization.
He had dozed off without even realizing it. It was the feel of warm honey against his arm that woke him with a jolt. He saw the lips move, lips that rivaled and matched the rose to a T. He saw the other one of those pieces of art move up to discipline a stray snaking strand behind on ear, and then pointing towards his. "oh! I am sorry I err.. forgot to remove this.. sorry err.. I errr.. couldn't hear you", with an embarrassed grin he tucked the earphones out. "were you err.. saying something to me?".
She lowered her eyes slightly taking in the loose T-shirt with a nirvana logo, the baggy beige pants and the MP4 player with the headphones still hanging from it, almost reaching the ground, and she looked up and smiled slowly.."I was just wondering if you could help me put my bag in the carrier, I errr.. would have done it myself, but I really don't want to spoil this rose".. "Ya of course! "he said half heartedly getting up to lift her bag and putting it in the over head carrier with a louder than necessary thump. "By the way that's the most beautiful rose I have ever seen, You must have woken up real early to get one like that on rose day, and I saw how dearly you protected it there in that circle of rascals.." He said, lookin down into her eyes as he got ready to sit back " your boyfriend is a very lucky guy, I hope he knows it", he added rather wryly and quickly turned his face away from her, sitting down, to hide the unexpected expression that had risen out of no where in his eyes. What the hell was wrong with him?? Had he gone nuts? feeling jealous for someone he had barely met.. "phew!! get a life dude!" he said to himself.. "err.. boy friend?" She asked.. He could hear the embarrassed confusion in her voice.. "well, it is Rose day.. and you are taking this for your guy right? I mean err.. are you married? I am sorry its just that you don't look like it.. hey I really didn't mean to offend you lady..", he stuttered in a single stream. She shook her head from side to side slowly at his words, her hand reaching up to her hair again, to hide her embarressement, "no, no, U kind of have it all wrong, I don't have a boy friend and I am certainly not married..". "Then the rose...??" "Oh! this.. its for my mom, she is not well, so i decided to take this for her, it completely slipped my mind until those embarrassing comments by those guys by the door.. I mean.. if i had any idea today was rose day, I would never have made a fool of myself like this... " She laughed self consciously.. and he joined in with all his heart, he swore he saw the mist lifting from around him as he sank back in his seat with a smile on his face and a rose coloured twinkle in his eyes.. "so, what did you say your name was again?.."
he asked, inclining his head towards the girl with hands like art that held a rose just as perfect..

This had been lying unfinished in my drafts since rose day, I loved the concept, but I am not entirely satisfied with the end result.. wish I could have done better justice to it. I invite any of you who would like to take it up to use the concept and come up with a better story.. do post it on your blog and leave the link in the comments.. take care

Saturday, March 8, 2008


A bubbling cauldron
a tightened screw
a pinch of imagination
in the dreamer's stew
a wonder in the making
or a living nightmare
its a mystery to be solved
with patience and care

So many things run through my head as think of this word:

A witch stirring a cauldron with a twisted handle
Dr. Jackyll working in his laboratory at his hideous creation.. Mr. Hyde
A faded picture of Einstein with his tongue out on a wrung out old white T-shirt
A cover-less copy of Sheldon's "Stranger In The Mirror" quickly stowed under the bed by shivering young hands
That hiccuping first swirl of Grey smoke from a best friend's cigarette
A rainbow coloured parachute lifting off a white beach with its cargo of closed eyes mumbled prayers and a pair of flying pigtails
A crumpled piece of torn paper from the back of a notebook with hurried scribbles of a first time poetess
Chemistry lab, with a whiff of that strangely alluring smell of hydrochloric acid
The bustle outside a Boards exam centre
The black dolphin on someone's soft brown skin
An unnoticed drop of orange on a plain white canvas sheet
The first trace of perfume on a smooth round neck
The tremble of uncertain feet on a brand new accelerator
The intoxicating smell of a blank checkbook's first check
The tingling memory of a first kiss
Sweaty palms before an interview panel
The guilty pangs over a faithful lie
The noisy intake of every soundless breath
The muted fizz of every spoken word

Experiments.. In the laboratory of life, every moment is an experiment, the results of some are instantaneous and others just continue long after we are gone..
Everything we are, everything we will be, every single thing we do... genius or fool.. criminal or saint, each is an experiment with the ingredients slightly varied, may be an extra turn to that bubbling broth or a an extra big pinch of that reddish brown powder..

PS:This is a result of the prompt on the sunday scribbles, something I came across while reading Veena's blog earlier today

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Gugu (PART-II)...

Pre-script: Here it is finally, the second part of Gugu. For those who haven't read the first part, here is the link: Gugu (PART-I).
I hope you like it. I wish it had been happier, but its just facts i am putting here and no matter how much I might have wanted things to be otherwise, this is the way they are.
take care

He came into our lives-----------------------------------------------it was a beautiful fantasy...

Alas, fantasies have a way of never coming true. When I went home this time, it was to find a disgruntled Gugu wagging his tail with the swing wrung out. His ears drooped all the time, and the only thing that floated in his dead pools of eyes was a strange never sleeping fear. And worst of all, he was all alone.

It was dad who told me what was wrong. Dad had become Gugu’s closest buddy, upon coming home from the ship, having taken over the job of feeding him every night and giving him tummy rubs with his foot every now and then, when mom wasn’t looking.

It turns out, the reason why our Gugu was wilting faster than a sunflower, was a big black dog who, like a dark evil phantom, had appeared in our lane, out of nowhere, a few days back and destroyed our gugu’s little dreamy universe. This goonda had scared our peace loving, if slightly cowardly Gugu, robbed him of his girl, hurt him in some kind of fight, taken away his territory along with all the delicious food, and was now terrorizing him left, right and centre. This fiery combination of heart break, pain and malnutrition was waltzing Gugu, at a rather alarming rate, back in time, making him that moaning rag who had turned up at our door about a year back.

The bitch it seems had been terrorized into leaving Gugu and going to the black dog, who would bully her no end. Gugu was of course heartbroken over her betrayal. The remorse she felt was obvious from the way she would sneak in to see Gugu, even though he refused to as much as acknowledge her presence. Most of the times, the dark phantom would appear out of nowhere and attack them both, sending Gugu scurrying off under the park bench and the bitch would be left to face the bully. But, she never stopped trying to communicate with Gugu.

I wonder what will happen to their little story. Would they ever be free of the goading black bully? Would Gugu ever forgive his love her little betrayal for survival? Would Gugu even be able to survive the emotional and physical upheaval he is being put through?

I don’t know. We continue to let him sleep at our door. Dad stands sentry while Gugu eats his nightly meal, to make sure the black guy doesn’t get at it. He still gives him his little tummy rubs. We all love him and try to cheer him up with little whistles or sweet songs. We all still worry about him and let him walk behind us. But most of all we miss the Gugu who would go prancing all around us, we miss watching him swagger around showing off his gal, we miss seeing them comfort each other, we miss their unborn puppies, but most of all, I miss that liquid smile in his shriveled black eyes.

PS:guys don't forget to check out my new blog, which all about me and my feelings sherrydaily

New Daily Blog

A lot of people have told me that I don't really share anything directly personal on this blog and I think they are right. I too feel the need to do away with creative pieces and write something direct and simple sometimes. But I love the whole mood and theme of this blog and don't want to spoil it with personal posts. So I have decided to start a new blog which would have a daily post about just me and my feelings.
I hope it would help you know me better. But don't go looking for any imaginative coups or wordy stuff. Its just a place where I can put up my feet, lay back and relax in my white cushiony slippers at the end of the day, counting off the ups and downs.. swimming in a gravy of feelings, just my own.

So, here is where to get up close and personal with Sherry :) sherrydaily
take care

PS: don't forget to read the post below, will surely put up the second part asap

Wednesday, March 5, 2008


(Pre-Script: I said i won't post anything till my net connection got back on its feet, but since that isn't showing any sign of happening and i was missing the pleasure I got from posting here more than I could handle, i am finally posting this from my slower-than-a-snail lab PC, trying not to catch the lab asse's eye (I am supposed to be running a java program I can't make head or tail of)

By the way, this piece is very close to my heart and since it is very long, I am going to post it in two parts.. This is the first one, the second would come up as soon as I can get my hands on a comp. with a net conn next.. take care and hope you like it.. Non-fictious post ahead: :) )

He came into our lives one wintery night, with droopy ears and empty eyes. His beige coat was turning a dirty grey in places and his open wounds were a muddy red in others.
It was his moaning whimpers that drew us out to where he was shivering and cowering near our big maroon gate. The sight was so piteous, that even my mother who is deadly afraid of dogs couldn’t stop herself from tsch tsching about his state, albeit from a distance. My golden soul of a sister turned her huge innocent puppy eyes towards mom and said “mumma, could I please give him some bread, nai to wo marr jayega ” . As was mom’s rule when it came to dogs, she was about to refuse, but at the precise moment he gave such a heart wrenching moan from across the gate that her heart melted and she told Vinci “jao de do, but dur se ok? Bilkul dur se.. chuna ni use”.. , and so it began, the little every day ritual of milk soaked bread slices thrown from across the wall at the adoptive dog Vinci had lovingly named Gugu. Muscle by muscle and inch by inch we saw his body grow, his ears rise and his eyes fill with light. Within a month or two he was strong enough to mark that area as his territory and to hold on to it. As it seemed was the rule among street dogs, specific areas of the streets were recognized as belonging to a particular dog and the dadas were ferocious in guarding their territories. Territory meant that all the food from all the houses in that part of the street went to that dog. Also, no other dog was allowed to wander let alone sleep in the dada’s area.
Much to my mother’s distress, Gugu had given in to following us around whenever we went for a walk. Every time my mom went for a walk and Gugu came so near so as to almost touch her ankle, she would turn around, scream, and make frenzied little attempts to shoo him away. I must say, it looked more like a funny dance to me than a shooing and inevitably caused me to giggle, which more than once got me a stern look followed by an angry silence from my mom. I on my part used to love the attention. It was almost like I had a pet dog, something I had wanted for as long as I can remember. Having him there, breathing down my ankle, the tip of his ear almost tickling the tiny hair on my leg, while I took my early morning vacation walks, gave me a feeling of being adored and even awed.
Now, as it happens, the other half of our street belonged to a bitch. So, every night as we took our after dinner walk, Gugu would accompany us till the middle of the street where the barking bitch would greet him with a snarl and send him scurrying back into his area.
He had taken to sleeping at our gate after his nightly meal and my mother, after a few failed attempts to shoo him away, finally caved in and allowed him this luxury. She even developed a kind of unprecedented non-touchy kind of affection for him. This went on for the whole of my vacation.
My vacations ended and my interactions with him reduced to a couple of nights every alternate week or so when I came home, but the welcome was always warm and his tail wagged just as ferociously as ever on seeing me.
Last winter, the bitch gave birth to 6 beautiful puppies, which became quite an attraction on her side of the street. I was smitten and spent hours photographing them with my cell, trying to make them come to me, and when mom was not looking, I even managed to tickle them and let them lick my toe.
The next month I came home to find that one by one, they had all succumbed to the bitter cold.Only the heartbroken bitch remained. May be it was her grief that made her lower her guard and little by little let Gugu come into her drab life. We saw them together, two lonely souls filling each other’s vaccum, comforting each other with a lick here, a paw there. One who had never known a family of his own, the other who had just lost her beautiful brood to Mother Nature’s icy quirk. We were happy our Gugu had finally settled down. There was a new spring to his cream paws, a sudden grace to the curve of his tail, a smart swagger to his little rounds. I could see the smile swimming in his watery eyes. May be in a few months, they’ll be a new set of puppies jumping around the lot, hiding behind the trees, digging out little flowers. Aaaaah our Gugu, a big daddy.. it was a beautiful fantasy.

Monday, February 25, 2008

A painter's gloves..

Pre-Script: Long short story ahead... so beware!!! :D

He shaded his eyes from the glaring sun with one hand, and used the other to dip his brush into the blinding white paint. He was suspended on the outside ledge of the highest story of The Royale, which at 40 stories would stand as the tallest building in Shellsville on its completion.
He looked down to three stories below, where a blue scarf with silver birds flew in the wind, and a dash of red gloves worked against the pristine white they created wherever they touched the wall.
As if sensing his warm fond gaze, she looked up to raise her hellcat black eyes to his soft Grey ones, their gazes met and relived the secret laughter they had shared from the first time they had met, 18 years ago, as toddlers on a construction site just like this.
He left the brush on the platform and cupped his hands around his mouth forming the words "meet me at the gate after the night shift, there is something I want to show you."
That night, after everyone had left, they slowly made their way back over the fence, and up to the top, on the rickety service ellivator, as it creaked and heaved up the inky sky, against the white mammoth they had been painting.
As they neared the fortieth floor, he slowly slipped her scarf off her hair and tied it on her eyes, gently. She didn't utter a word.. If there was one person she could trust dying, it was him. He put his hand on her waist next to where her beloved red and white painter's gloves hung, and slowly took her forward to the very edge of the grill less roof. He softly slipped the scarf off and let her look at her surprise. Her breath caught in her mouth. There, spread before her, was the whole city.. down on its knees in a courtesy to its queen. Yes, there she was the mistress of the world, at her feet... their feet. She turned to him then, and he saw the light in her eyes, thinking how like the night sky they looked.. the fathomless darkness with the twinkling stars.. her eyes..
that was the first time they kissed.
And later, as they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, spent and glorious, tucked in the warm blue blanket of the midnight sky decorated with a million diamonds strewn in a careless pattern.. their eyes sharing their languid secret laugh, they knew what they had was more precious than the world spread out below them. "I am leaving tomorrow", she said into his chest "hmmm.." he murmured burying his nose to smell the secrets of her black hair. "I mean I am really leaving to make my fortune. I don't want to just make buildings any longer, I want to own them.." she went on.. "but"... "no, please, I know there are a lot of questions you want to ask.. answers I don't have, or may be just can't give.. just let me go.. please don't stop me.. let me follow my dreams" "Go.." he said as he moved down to plant a kiss on that high forehead. She reached up a little to where her overalls lay discarded and from its waist plucked out one half of her favourite pair of gloves.. "there keep these for me will ya? then i'll have to come back for it, if nothing else", and their eyes met.. his, a soft forgiving Grey, hers, a determined dreamy black and they laughed out aloud..

She laughed out again as she stood on the 40th floor of "The Royale", thinking of that night she had spent there 30 years ago. Today she owned this building, and thousands like it in a hundred different cities and in over 50 different countries. She was The Queen. It had taken a successful career, a broken marriage, a sense of dissatisfaction, 30 years of running away from God knows what and a hasty visit to New York the week before, to get her back here.
She thought of the day before. She had dressed in a black suit and with the old blue scarf with the silver birds, tied around her neck. She had built up the courage to go to his old house and knocked, standing there, waiting for the door to open, she had thought of what she might say...
A lady about her age and with soft Grey hair had opened the door. "err.. I just wanted to know if Mr. Todd Goodingson still lived here? " she had asked. The woman had looked her up and down, then turned to go back in, saying, "Wait right here now would ya, don't go away.. i'll be right back eh.." She had stood there at the door for 5 minutes.. wondering, anticipating, fearing.. The Grey haired woman had returned with something clutched to her heart, which she held out to her as she reached the door.. It was a frayed old red and white painting glove.. "He always said, you would come back.. ya loved that glove too much not to.. he used to say.." and they had both smiled..
She felt the breeze play with her scarf, unfurling it in little circles. Her soft hair got whipped about her face bringing her back to the present.
As she clutched the glove pair in her trembling hands, she could almost feel his nose burrowing into her hair taking in her scent, could hear his laughter calling out to hers, bubbling in return.. She swung her legs around the protective grill to reach to the other side and in that last moment as she let the railing go.. as she heard the whoosh of the wind, she outran.. as she saw the Grey of the ground rushing up to hug her.. Grey like that of his soft enveloping eyes..
she felt no fear.. she felt no ties.. she felt no pain..
she was free at last..
free of regrets and games.. free of guilt and nightmares.. free of dreams and unfulfilled desires.. free of the weight of freedom itself.. and free at last of pain and the cancer her doctors at New York had told her, had eaten her body through..
And as she met her kingdom in that royal clash.. the gloves hanging high up on the parapet, gave a tiny flutter, as if paying one last salute to the great queen and her hearty king.

PS: hey everybody.. this above was my first ever attempt at a short story.. Its very amateurish.. but I hope you like it

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Sunday, February 17, 2008


The dark liquid slid down my back.. slow.. luxuriant.. leaving behind its scent and a delicious promise.. taking away a part of me as it flowed down to settle near my feet.
I could still feel the heat coming from it, enticing me to melt and mix with it..

The nuts were next, tumbling like kids on a snow covered mountain, giggling and tickling all the way and then settling with a big splash in the silky swirls of the liquid, still relentlessly making me sway and twirl under its spell
Then came the best part, my little red hat, like a ruby in the sun, my crown of glory, sherry's little cherry and I was ready, to make heads turn and hearts swoon...

Yes, today I was a Hot Chocolate Fudge.. gorgeous, tempting and delicious as hell..
Flirty and flitty all set to melt..
I know I am being a narcissist, but what the hell, I am feeling absolutely ravishing today..
I am on a high.

Naughty and suave.. sweet but with that classic bitter flavour that only chocolate can lay claim to.. I am feeling yummmmmmm :D :D :D

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

The Diver...

I looked across the rippling green sea, with something of a mixture of awe and dread.
After all, it was my first experience of deep sea diving, I didn't know what to expect below the slithering surface. My little boat rocked from side to side with each wave that broke against it. I stood under the hot sun watching it play with the sea, tripping its light on it and making it look like a beautiful green floor, on which buckets, of shining green emeralds and the whitest pearls, spilled and filled repeatedly. I was mesmerized to the degree that i did not hear my instructor screaming at me to get ready to jump.
As I put the oxygen mask over my face and got into my black and maroon diver's suit, I had this sudden feeling of being trapped. I had to fight a strong urge to peel that second skin off me and to remove that mask and throw it far across the waiting ocean.
I lowered my legs slowly into the ocean, it came lapping up for me, as if waiting hungrily for its latest morsel of food. It was an unnerving thought and didn't help the baby dinosaurs galloping in my stomach. I almost panicked as my head started to go below the surface, and even though i was tied safely to the boat by a long strong rope, it was scary.
But the moment i was below the water, it was like, a kind of peace stole over me. All voices from the world above ceased to exist. The base of the boat was a fuzzy shadow overhead. It was like being in a womb again, with my rope being the umbilical cord, and the ocean, the nourishing protecting liquid all around me. And as I slowly moved forward, lower and lower into that labyrinth, as the sun grew dimmer and dimmer, till it was no different from a pale moon out in some starless night, my fear grew lesser , and my safety completer. I felt free, free to explore, to see with my goggled eyes, a world that seemed more my own than the one I had left behind, to touch with my gloved hands, the sights more exotic than i had ever imagined. Suddenly I felt a slight ticklish feeling near my right leg. I quickly turned around, as the illusion broke and fear returned with full force. But it was only a school of beautiful tiny orange fish, that had brushed my leg. The safety had returned, but the fear remained, to mock me. I could feel the pressure of the sea mounting above me, I could hear the distant muffled roar of waves.
As it grew darker still, I switched on the light attached on my head, and it opened to me the mysteries that lay there quietly, or moved about swiftly. I saw long green grass like plants with huge slithery leaves to my left. To my right was a school of purple and silver fish, trying to get away from me and my intruding light, as quickly as possible. Below me I could see many an outcropping of rock, shaped into little caves. Strange bubbles were coming out of tiny openings in the rocks, accompanied by low rumblings, giving them the appearance of a huge monster sleeping and snoring away to glory.
A little to my front, I saw tiny sea horses, and a number of different creatures, of every shape, size and colour, I had ever imagined.

A little further on I could see the floor falling off steeply, like an undersea water-fall.
It was like a separate world here, with its own mountains, volcanoes, springs, rivers, ditches and what not.. only the atmosphere was water instead of air. And it was beautiful. The dim lighting gave it a soft romantic look and the semi-darkness blurred the shapes all around giving rise to new species in my mind. The moving water shaped and unshaped everything in its wake and gave the illusion of a universe in the making.

I was lost in the beauty of the moment, breathing in the solitude, tasting the bittersweet taste of freedom, testing myself under pressure, all the while, with a million different thoughts running through my head, like the billions of colourful fish, that zigzagged all around me like lightening, with a splash of colour.
Just when I thought i could live the rest of my life suspended in that living saline world of shadows, I felt a sharp pull on the rope, tied around my waste. That was it, time to rise from the womb and face the world outside. I felt dread at the very thought of it. How would i ever be able to face the chaos of the world above after having seen the dynamic order of this underworld? How could i survive the noise of a million voices when I had experienced the seductive silence hidden below a million roaring waves?

No! just let me be, let me lie in my comfort, in this soft rocking cradle, which was making me dizzy, putting me to sleep. I wanted to cut away the cord that held me to them and sink to the very depths of this kingdom of dreams. There was a sharper pull. I realized I had stopped moving up. They were pulling me out, they were forcing me to quit my sanctuary. I wanted to scream and struggle, but something deep and primitive within me stopped me from doing that. I knew I had to go out and fight it. It was in those moments, just before I hit the surface and rose out onto the boat, that I realized what a baby about to be born feels.. what fear, what reluctance, what sadness, and yet that something in us, more powerful than all these things, is there to make sure we come out into a world waiting for us to tumble head-first into it.
I collapsed onto the deck of the boat with exhaustion. It was not until I had come out, had I realized how much the sea had tired me, how it had sapped me, how it had robbed me of my sense of direction, of light, of my very senses
I recovered my strength and my senses, a couple of hours and a hearty meal later, but what I gained in those moments in that dreamy exotic land shall stay in my mind and heart for ever, the taste never to be lost, the touch never to be confused, the sights never to be forgotten and the silence never to be unheard.

PS: I have been to sea n number of times, but I have never gone diving, so this is a purely imaginative post, hence, forgive any discrepancies as to the actual experience. To be honest, a month back I watched a movie called "Bridge to Terabithia", in which this girl writes an essay about going scuba diving and gets the first prize describing it, without ever having gone scuba diving. This got me thinking and I wrote this, though my description and take on it is entirely different from her's.

PPS: I am going home for over a week for a vacation. So, won't be able to write any new posts over the next few days.

Monday, February 4, 2008

Witch on The moon..

Right now i feel like a witch.
I just feel like getting on my new broom, with its tiny blue stars and wacky handle, and escaping from my hostel window, flying off into the dark wilderness beyond.
I can almost feel the heat rise to my cheeks as the cold hits them like a friendly slap, can almost see my wild black hair getting wilder as they get whipped back behind me by the speedy force, can taste the sweet tears of freedom as the crazy wind makes my eyes stream

What freedom, what joy, what magic, being my own mistress and that of the black kingdom spread out before me.
The whole sky is my domain, its velvety softness passing through my open fingers like liquid silk.
The stars are my soldiers, bowing in my wake as I brhoom past them on my shiny wooden broom.
And what is that below me? Is it a city lit up just for me too see or have the heavens turned on their belly to honour this night flyer?
Its a sight..
From this high up, the roads with their yellow lamps look like narrow streams of gold zigzagging across a city of black coal
The rare car seems like little diamond coated animals going out for their nightly hunt by the side of the stream.
The houses with their still lights are like drops of water from a recent shower still clinging to the ground for their momentary lives.
Its a sight..
and its all mine..
what power, what pleasure, what beauty, what possibility.
I stand there for a while hanging there like a star myself.. the brightest of them all.. the queen.. the witch..
and then off i go rising higher, faster and faster every second, my body flat against that of my broom, my robe billowing out around me.. a bird of prey in flight..
higher i rise than ever before, towards that creamy rocky little crest of the moon.. my shining thrown hung in the sky for all to admire..
I sit there in its smooth rounded chalice, my broom hanging by its sharp edge..
I sit there wondering, pondering, living out every fantasy, and then dreaming up a few more..

I sit on the moon with my magic wand
turning dreams to reality and castles to sand
I sit on the moon lost in thought
free from the world in the haven i had sought
I sit on the moon looking at my world for a while
noting every single tear seeing every single smile
I sit on the moon and wonder about life
would it be heaven or would it be strife
I sit on the moon away from the violence
listening to the music of pure silence
I sit on the moon being wise being clever
I sit on the moon for now for ever..

PS: had this sudden urge to write so put up two posts at the gap of a couple of hours, so please don't forget to check the tag reply below.. hope you like both the posts.. take care

Genie and the musical Tag..

Ok this is another one of my non-creative posts.. bole to without any word plays.. sorry, been kind of busy for a change, so coming up with something creative has become a little difficult.
Anyway, here comes my first ever tag, which i literally made Jeevy give me.. :D

so the rules were:

Put your MP3 player/Media player on shuffle.
For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
You must write the name of the song no matter what.

And these are the interesting results i got:

1. If someone says "Is This Okay?" you say?

Le Chalen.. by Shan from the movie "My Brother Nikhil"

ye kya tha??

2. What would best describe your personality?

I am too sexy.. from the movie "Shrek 2"

Okkk... This one was a surprise all right..!!..(a pleasant one of course :D :D ))

3. What do u like in a guy/girl?

On a day like Bryan Adams

hmmmmmmmmmm.... well i love to be taken by surprise.. so.. :)

4. How do u feel today?

Wonderwall.. by Oasis

well, I have been thinking a lot about my Wonderwall today, so this doesn't surprise me

5. Whats your life's purpose?

Numb by Linkin Park

yes, my life's purpose is to become so numb that life can't affect me anymore.. the expectations, the failures, the disappointment.. i just want to be numb to them all..

6. What is your motto?

Guncha koi.. by Mohit Chauhan from the movie "main meri biwi aur wo"

7. What do your friends think of you?

Addicted.. by Enrique Iglesias

lol... really?.. to what???
life? love? romance? dreams? pain? or just myself?? :D :D :D

8. What do u think of your parents?

Is Pal from the movie Aja Nachle

whatever that means... *confoooooosed*

9. What do u think about very often?

So Yesterday.. by Hillary Duff

hmm.. i guess i do think a lot about my yesterday.. keep telling myself that it seems so yesterday.. but is it really?

10. What is 2+2??

Never Wanna Make You Cry.. by Kevin Lyttle


11. What do u think of your best friend?

Zara Zara.. by Bombay Jatshree from the movie RHTDM

errr... ummm.. hehehe.. not exactly

12. What do you think of the person U like?

In The Shadows.. by Rasmus

lol.. i guess at the moment that's what that person is.. in the shadows.. i am still waiting for him to reveal himself :D

13. What is your life story?

Ye Ishq haye.. the movie "Jab We Met"

what can i say.. i have always been an incurable romantic, and a dreamer at that.. so even though I am yet to fall in love.. it has formed a major part of my thoughts and fantasies :sigh: :D

14. What do u want to be when you grow up?

Sunscreen.. by Baz Lahrmann

what can i say to that??

15. What do think when you see the person u like?

Turn Me On.. by Kevin Lyttle

ahaaaan.. may be.. ;) :D

16. What do ur parents think of you?

Truly Madly Deeply... by Savage Garden

17. What will you dance to at your wedding?

Jane Kaise.. by K.K. from the movie "Raqueeb"

uhm uhm.. that should be fun ;) :D

18. What will they play at ur funeral?

All Good Things Come To An End.. by Nelly Furtado

This has to be the most apt one now.. I mean don't I keep telling everyone how I am the best thing that's ever happened to them.. lol :D

19. What is your hobby/Interest?

Hey There Delilah.. by Plain White T's

hmmm.. love this song.. can listen to this all day long.. but hobby..??

20. What is your biggest secret?

So Sick Of Love Songs.. By Ne-Yo

hmmm.. self-explanatory

21. What do u think of ur friends?>

Carnival of Rust.. by Poets of The Fall

friends.. please don't beat me up..

22. What do u post this as?

I am a Genie In A Bottle.. By Christina Aguilera Cover

ahaaaan.. couldn't have asked for a better one now, could I? ;) :)

well, that was fun..
so i guess I am suppose to spread it further..
I'll tag Eternal Optimista, D sinner, Maverick, Ashu, Johny Cigar

So its adios from The Genie for now.. catch u guys later.. hope you enjoyed reading this tag as much as i did taking it..
take care

Saturday, February 2, 2008

lucky lips oh yeah!! mmm.... :D :D

hai rama rama ho.. hai more rama.. dil me macha hai kyuuu, koi hungama?
haan ayega koi baahon me leke choomeinga mere ye lucky lips
aye haye.. aha aha aha
aye haiii..

Lol.. well today i was just simply crazy me (for a change ;))

I danced on my bed on "lucky lips" (trust me, my dance on this particular song is legendary in the hostel :D) and had an absolute blast, even though my bed has been creaking rather ominously ever since.. :sigh:

and it didn't stop there, i actually went on to dance on the road, before my friend managed to pull me into the car.. yes i did mention i was crazy

aaah.. there's more.. I sang "turn me on" by KEVIN LYTTLE , completely out of sync, at the top of my voice, with the headphones glued to my ears(so that i couldn't hear everyone else abusing me and telling me to shut up ;) :D)

watched a no-brainer of a movie, but enjoyed myself thoroughly.. was the first time in ages that i spent some no-politics, no-hidden attacks kind of time with my friends.. it is times like these that make me realize, why despite of everything we have gone through, we are all still together..

enjoyed a surprise two-minute-drizzle, right in the middle of the freezing cold..

basically had a for-no-reasons-whatsoever-fun-day

And right now, i just feel alive, comfortable in my own skin for a change, not hiding behind some fantasy for once...
not that i have anything against this little dream bubble that i have created here :) ,
but its just that once in a while its good to be just me..

Well, I guess i don't have any dreams or stories to share with you today.. not my usual kind of post, but somehow just wanted to share this here

of moist lips and smiling tunes
of dancing on the bed and acting like loons
of friendship and its delicate treasures
of life and its precious pleasures

PS: By the way, I can bet anything that no one can do that rotating-hand-and-hip step of lucky lips better than I do :D

Thursday, January 31, 2008

Dying dance

The soles which had once supported a pair of soft padded feet, are now all worn out and falling off in places.

The once soft satin ribbons, which had wound themselves round legs, softer than silk, are now all ragged and faded.

The shoes, that had once graced brightly lit halls and glided over waxed wooden floors, are today just an old pair of ballet slippers lying neglected in the darkness of a rough unpainted attic.

The memory of every swish and turn they had taken, the magic with which they had once danced is getting cloudy with time.

The applause, which they had come to take for granted, has been replaced by the silence of a forgotten anonymity.

They have come to the point where they fear they may never dance again, and the very thought of it adds another wrinkle to their shredded satin.
They burn with the desire to climb out of their dusty forgotten grave, to face the archlights once again, to move once more like fluid silk across the shining wooden floor, to swish and turn and to take everyone's breath away..
But even as these thoughts slither down their blue roughened surface, they know, that even if they get a chance, they wouldn't be able to hold up, would stumble and make a fool of themselves for the world to see.
They can almost hear the cold cackle of the spectators, witnessing their fall from glory, can almost see the cruel eyes staring at them as they fumbled..

May be some desires are better left to simmer into nothingness.. some lives are better doomed to a dark existence..
So they continue to lie in their little unnoticed corner, forgotten.. fading some more.. dying some more..

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

In The Park

The green grass is parted in places to reveal the upturned moist brown soil, where it had been pulled out by unseeing hands.
The tree in the corner is swaying to its own rhythm, swinging its arms around, shaking its head from side to side like one of those stoned standing babas of Shantaram's Mumbai.
The isolation of the small triangular area within its cream, cracked, vine-covered walls, mounted with green grills, is almost complete.
The sound of drills and the shouts of workers pierces the wind which carries it, and yet, in its own way, the silence here feels undisturbed. Moments ago it had seemed almost oppressive, but now it has grown to being a silent companion.
The sun is like a big lamp wrapped in white fleece, so that its light is coming out in a warm glow rather than a piercing stare. Its rays feel like a friend wrapping himself around you in a comforting hug, drawing out your heart's sorrow with each passing minute and destroying it with the warmth of the embrace.
The wind is not freezing, in fact it is a little too warm for a cold winter day, playing with hair, twirling a stray black strand around its playful finger, chasing a few more out of the already loose braid.
The bags strewn in little heaps on the ground are an indicator of intruders that have been and soon would be again.
The empty bottle of Pepsi lying like an alien on the grass is a quiet reminder of the game of truth-truth played there a few minutes ago...aaah truth.. a phenomenon often a lot trickier than its infamous counterpart.. a lie.
The bottle was a witness to the games people had played, games far deeper than the apparent children's play they had been making. It had felt the emotions that had been like the acrid smell of burning plastic in the serenity of that park, had tasted the sour taste of concealed hostility and silent attacks.. had smelled the bittersweet stink of politics...

There are voices calling out.. the intruders are back.."bache.. chal uth wahin khate hain paranthe yahan uthake lane padenge"... "kiddo, we'll have the paranthas there itself, else we'll have to carry them to this place"
time to pick the backpack.. say a hasty goodbye to my silent companion, as the sounds from without strangle it again.. put the mask back in place.. flash that false smile.. and loose honesty amidst the everyday pretense of life..

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

flying without wings..

Today.. i was a big fat red balloon...
there i go rising higher and higher, tugging at my long loose string...
plunging low and then whistling back up with a big whoooshhhhh..

now that was fun!!!

and what was that little tingle in my stomach.. was that just the gas which that little man, with tattered clothes and that big colorful tattered turban, filled me out with or was it that mysterious feeling they call happiness?

hmmm.. i don't know.. whatever it was.. it was making me literally float on the clouds with dreamy eyes and a light head(well i guess that is the usual state of 'head' for a big fat balloon :D but still.. it felt great :) )

I know all it would take is a tiny prick to send me swooshing off to an early death and if i survive that , then the air would just waltz out of me little by little and in a few days all that would be left of me would be a drab, shriveled out, dirty little piece of rubber..
but why spoil my bounce today by worrying about what i might be tomorrow eh?

so off i go again, dancing and dribbling...laughing away to glory as i swing my white string in a tango, with the wind drumming a steady beat.. carefree with my face lifted to the dizzying sun..
today i fly without wings..

PS: hey folks! Sorry for breaking my tradition of a post a day, but my net conn it seems was on a vacation (zonked out!! :( ).. but now i am back(hopefully) with a little parcel of my life and dreams each day.