Monday, 22 June 2009
Golden Slumbers
http://rakhsup.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-read-quote-below-in-unlikeliest-of.html
Weird coincidence.....plus it again reflects how I have nothing to do on my intern
Tuesday, 9 June 2009
Lyrics - Banwra Man
I tried to find these lyrics online, but couldnt find the full version, so decided to write them down myself. The movie combines these words with very in-depth imagery, and left an indelible mark.
Sun in the earth, sunflower
bird in the air, rain
Eye within Eye, daybreak
Bavra mann dekhne chala ek sapna...
streets we have never walked on,
windows we have never opened,
hands we have never held,
dreams we shall never, never see again.
Bavra mann dekhne chala ek sapna,
bavre se mann ki dekho, bavri hain baatein
bavri si dhadkanein hain, bavri hain saansein
(overlayed over)
Sun in the earth, sunflower
bird in the air, rain
Eye within Eye, daybreak
lives we have never lived,
hopes we never realized,
fires we have never lit,
laughs we shall never, never make again
Bavra mann dekhne chala ek sapna...
Sun in the earth, sunflower
bird in the air, rain
Eye within Eye, daybreak
Tuesday, 19 May 2009
Tryst told truthfully
I went to a mall in Bangalore, wahan koi aptech computer sceinceke liye forms bharwa rahi thi, and the conversation went something like this-
Cute girl: hi, would you be interested in an offer for computer
education course in Aptech?
Me : Yeah, why not..
Cure girl: So here is the form, and please fill in these details..
(I start filling the form, wrong details of course, and just as I am about to finish)
Me : So, that's it..
Cute Girl: Yes, Thanks...
Me : I was just wondering, is there a place to see a movie around here??
Cute Girl :( taken aback and horrified) You want to see a movie? (with her she thought)
Me : No, No, I was just asking in general....
Cute girl: Ohkay, there is an INOX multiplex at the next red light.
Me : thanks..
(Now 2 hours later, I am back at the same mall, and it is drizzling outside, didn’t get to see a movie, only friggin Kannada films there, I see the same cute girl, sitting in a corner)
Me :( walking up to her) Hi, do you remember me? I filled a form of yours....and you thought I wanted to see a movie with you.
(Not a good start I am afraid)
Cute Girl: What?? (Still horrified...)
Me : Okay, let us start afresh, I filled this computer form, and then...blah.....blah.....
Cute Girl: Oh yes.(and turns away)
Me : Uh..Excuse me, would you mind if I asked you something?
Cute girl :( no answer)
Me : If your shift has ended, We could grab a bite to eat, also, it is drizzling outside, and I am really not that bad a person...
Cute Girl: (thinking about it) okay, perhaps, just a burger.
Me : Sure, my name is pushkar.
Cute girl: Swati
(formal handshake)
After this, not much I can remember in terms of conversation, but then, went to McDonalds, bought two meals(she paid for herself)....and talked about this and that, she was a commerce student in Bangalore, studying and doing this as a part time job, learnt she was deeply in love with some guy(darn it)...that kind of dampened the whole moment, and we finished the burger, and she said she had to go)
Me : Hmmm....I had fun, I really don’t do these kind of things much.
Swati : neither do I, anyway, it's stopped raining, and I have to go.
Me : okay.
(no phone number offered, and none asked for)
Swati : bye.
Me : Yeah, take care..
And here ends a pretty long one hour rendezvous........And if anybody says this is false, I have no proof, except a very pleasant memory.
Thursday, 19 February 2009
The Five.2
The aftertaste of a German dark chocolate, lingering
The suppleness of a pillow, again and again, crushed
Intoxicating smoke filling space between glasses, suffocating
A single rose leaf, shining with growing pallor, scattered
Immersed in every sigh, an elegy; fade out.
The Five.1
The touch of hardened skin on one’s fingertips
The whiff of first few raindrops on dry earth
A crying baby on a flight slowly put to sleep
A glass of bubbly champagne savoured in a restaurant
The grating sound of a gramophone needle stuck
Tuesday, 17 February 2009
Thursday, 2 October 2008
Ignominy
~By a Unknown Artist
Unknown, I am
Knowing so much yet to be told
About here where then when; among others
of trivial tragedies and surreal farces.
A deeper understanding, unwittingly old
A secret, unassailable in hiding
Unknown, I am
Knowing so much yet much unknown
Of rows, alleys, and streets, and mazes
natural and unnatural, that ceaselessly amaze.
A deeper understanding, hollow and vain as shown
A secret, incomplete in hiding
Unknown, i am
Knowing so much yet no more
Composed of empty boxes and songless words;
effective in a fight, like a sheath without its sword.
A deeper understanding, shallow at the core
A secret, inconsequential in hiding