Imagination

If you were the one
i would rule the neighbourhood
coz your words are more lethal than gun
if you were the one
all my investment in snickers
your dowry would have returned
if you were the one
my features woudnt go to my children
coz you still have had BS' son
if you were the one
my daughter would keep rubbing her nose
though her nose would never run
if you were the one
I would have had one less sister
and ex-girlfriends almost none
if you were the one
we would never need a car
you driving me on your bike is total fun
if you were the one
all our chairs would be wheeled
so you never need to manually run
if you were the one
buying you gifts would have been easy
blue jeans, pink top and it's done
if you were the one

but we are still such close friends
probably coz i never tried to be the one

:)

Re: Clarification

Happy Independence Day!

Yes, Happy Independence day! not Happy Independence Day in Advance! and I am not mistaken on the date.

It is the Independence Day of Pakistan today. We, Indians, never even consider this day for a minute. Actually, for most of us, it does not really exist. Our day is tomorrow, 15th August, a national holiday.

But this time, I was fortunate to get a flavour of the Pakistani Independence Day too! the feeling is different... but not really different.

I also did not have it in my mind till I boarded the office cab this morning where our Pakistani driver was dressed better than usual and the radio was playing Pakistani patriotic songs. I wished him and he was quite happy to respond. Maybe the driver later felt awkward playing those songs in front of me so he tried to change the channel, but the song, the lyrics and the tune was so good that i asked him to put it back.

The flavour of the song was just as it would be in India and it brought the same sensation in me as an Indian Lata Mangeshkar song would do.

The lyrics were something like:

Main bhi Pakistan Hoon.... Tu bhi Pakistan hai...
something like... Dil mera Punjab hai.. aur sartaj Baluchistan hai...

I started humming it along and it was no longer a Pakistani song for me. It was just a patriotic song I was singing for my country... doesn’t really matter what the name of my country is.

and then, the radio jockey, a north-Indian girl, was screaming with joy and wishing all Pakistanis a Happy Independence Day! and she was talking to Pakistani housewives and children who all told their plans for the day and guess what- each one of them wished Indians a happy independence day in advance!

It was like.. my celebration of one day extended to two days and come to think of it.... afterall it is about one event in history so it can definitely be celebrated together. For some, it is about separation, about sadness, and about hatred. But for me, it is about celebration, about freedom, about experiencing more than I already know.

Tomorrow, I will celebrate the Indian Independence day. But how is it going to be any different from what I am doing today? afterall, it is the same thing we are celebrating.. freedom! I just don’t understand that miles away from our countries, we can stay here in unison and enjoy together, but once back there, we just close our eyes and hearts towards each other.

One of my friends was quite surprised that we have a Pakistani driver. She was keen to ask how he behaves with us. Ofcourse all of us would ask the same question because everything related to Pakistan comes to us only through media. And media believes in extremes, daily stuff bores them and does not qualify for 'breaking news'. But tell you frankly, he behaves with us just the way an employee should behave with an employer. Rather, on a personal side, he is much more fun, helpful, responsible, and trustworthy than many of my Indian subordinates. I have never felt anything unusual about sitting with him in the same car.

So, atleast I am trying to shed my inhibitions and make it into a two-day celebration. What about you?

Brudderrrrrrr...... HAFFY BUFFDAY!!!!!!

If I wish today, its too early
If I wish tomorrow, its too late
If I wish today, its too early
If I wish tomorrow, its too late
You pick the time,
tik tik tik tik tik tik,
tik tik tik tik tik tik,
tik tik tik tik tik tik,
tik tik tik tik tik tik,
Brudder !

If I wish today, its too early
If I wish tomorrow, its too late

Did you say morning ? no, no, its sunday,
Did you say evening ? no no, you'll be out,
Did you say noon ? no no its toilet time,
What did you say ?
Hey, what did you say ?
Nothing, oh its all right,
You pick the time,
tik tik tik tik tik tik,
tik tik tik tik tik tik,
tik tik tik tik tik tik,
tik tik tik tik tik tik,
Brudder !

If I wish today, its too early
If I wish tomorrow, its too late

Million drums beat in your head,
Million geeks haunt you dead,
Million times you rub your nose,
Million things trouble you har roz,

Million drums beat in your head,
Million geeks haunt you dead,
Million times you rub your nose,
Million things trouble you har roz,

You pick the time,
tik tik tik tik tik tik,
tik tik tik tik tik tik,

If I wish today, its too early
If I wish tomorrow, its too late
You pick the time,
tik tik tik tik tik tik,
tik tik tik tik tik tik,
tik tik tik tik tik tik,
tik tik tik tik tik tik,
Brudder !

Why this blog bonanza!

I know what you are thinking... why this sudden rush of blogs...

this is because this time I got my diary from Delhi. This diary has been my companion since always. Even more stuff is there in that diary but then that would be an overdose. :)

ashish

Quotable Quotes

QUITE OLD ONES, ALL ORIGINALS WRITTEN BY YOURS TRULY

A candle lights the other, but its light does not grow less

Some say to do, I do to say

The footsteps of a man resemble his height

Lost hope is lost breath

You first came to me, touched me, maintained a distance, then came close but went away and shut me! Seems as if I was a door and you just passed through.

It's better to be a human with a being than just being a human

Today, what I will show to others I know in myself, what I know in myself I don't know.

When you push the ground back, it pushes you ahead. Is that why girlfriends dump boys?


And this one is for you Saru:

A friend is the one who occurs after 'Either' and 'Or'

Young Ashish's Talisman

WRITTEN ON JANUARY 31 1999. IMAGINE THIS WRITTEN BY A 16 YEAR OLD :P

A STEEP FLOW

Hear the sound, when silent around.

Have a talk on't internet but interbody.

Use the intercom for mind and heart when think you'r hurt deep in your heart. Don't involve any other when heart is your real brother. Have faith in which he'll never ditch. Life is quite jerky, smooth and bulky. It is'nt a rose, has hell number of crows but don't cry for every, every single crow. Don't take it light, make your senses tight to constantly fight. You are disturbed when, and feel mentally hurt then, take help of salvation more than agitation. Make your soul strong and think what was wrong, and what can be right which can make you bright. Choose that only way leading to help the needy, say. Concentrate quite and calm and never use a balm. Link the wrong with yourself, yourself. And get thro' out to settlement yourself. A STEEP FLOW from confusion to reality can prove an achievement for you, mankind and humanity.

Dreamt Dream

THIS POEM IS MY VERY FIRST PIECE OF WRITING EVER. IT WAS WRITTEN ON THE NIGHT OF NOVEMBER 14 1998.

Many times in my dreams,
Tell you what it to me seems

A girl straight from heaven
Crowned with stars counted seven

Comes to the Living Ball
And sits on my window wall

Gives me an incomplete smile
And vanishes in a great style

Confused and Surprised - I
Didn't wish her Hi! or even Bye!

Hardly remember her sight
But her dress was surely white

Next day in my school
Was considered a great fool

When I told about the girl
Who shone like a pearl

Having long black hair
Which are seen very rare

In dreams the next night
My cheeks got her bite

Neither me nor my eyes
Her beautiful sight satisfies

I want her at my door
Or in dreams more and more

Oh God! Can I ask you why
You don't send her from the sky?

Many times in my dreams
Tell you what it to me seems

Death and Me

Tell me the story, Grandma
and I will record it.
Record it for when,
After you go on the four men.
Do I expect you to depart then?
Actually, everybody knows when.
I think of the world without you
No! I don't want to,
but my eye lashes touch each other
and I see that faint picture.
All know you are on your last
as if waiting for tears to blast.
This is no time to say 'why'
but why to wait for death to cry?
This is a time of family sorrow
but I think more of my reaction tomorrow.
I feel like an alien
to whole this situation.
Grandma, I want to touch you only once.
But is it fine among all those elder ones?
The only idea of losing you
is a dead end for me.
Save you - Do I beat my chest
or pray on my knee?
Hold on Grandma!
Your tea must be on the way.
How can you go to sleep,
when without it you don't start your day?
I could see your eyes closing
and nobody else among the present few.
Feel like the least related to you
as I stand near the door while everybody cries on you.


This poem was written by me sometime in year 1997-98

Lost and Found

I feel you here but see you there.
Fragrance is mine, nectar is thine.
I have you (in my way) but still amidst a sea
and you are there, waving at the coast.
Nothing, nothing for him to blast,
I did it, I was the host.
No! I am not angry, I am not broke,
heart over mind and mind at last,
why then I moan and 'kerchief soak.
Did I win or lose the game?
Win, I did what my nerves thought,
lost yet 'coz wasn't there any fame.

I saw Her white impression
in the water on the floor.
I heard the tingle of the shells
with bells tied on the door.
You smelt as sandal pestled in the morning,
I felt unnerved and fantasies churning.
There you were, and I knew it,
all I carp for is that season of my wit.
Is humanity rewarding? And patience ever pays?
Here, it has shut the farthest of my ways.
I am not indifferent and neither can be,
yesterday I was happy and today you can see.
You can see but still not know,
standing here but not with me
and don't blame me for all I show.

I change the course, I am sane yet,
you will read me and still not get.
The grace worth praise
like a lamp lit in haze.
Your fragile body on the long, slim legs,
as petals flaunting among the green dregs.
The shine of light and purity of rain,
colours of rainbow and a sunny brain,
chase your dream, it is not so far,
the gleam you possess is high above par.
I was a stone in your way to the throne,
bet you get gems many and I still won't groan.


This poem was written by me sometime in year 2002 -03

o kamlaa.. o paroo.. (an ode to a lost lowe)

jab bhi aaye paaro ki yaad
dukhta hai mera daant

dekha jab pehli baar khalsa mein use
laga jaise fizayen mehekne lagi fir se

jab dekhi uski kadakti hui smile
dil ne kaha pyaare yahi hai real style

jab dekhe uske reshmi uljhe hue baal
feeke lagne lage saare makdi ke jaal

pyaar se jab woh gabdu bulaati thi
Axe mein se bhi jaise badbu si aati thi

jab college chood woh kar gayi mujhe paraya
main khoob roya, chillaya aur dukh manaya

fir zindagi ne aisa mod khaaya
uske paas waale gaon mein mujhe pahunchaya

mere dil ne ek baar phir hichkola khaaya
par is baar uske haath mein scaler aur forceps paaya

bangalore ki bhool bhulaiya mein
dil ka mareez bana fir raha tha main
davangere ki galiyon mein
daant ki marammat kar rahi thi woh

ek baar raat ki chaaon mein
mere ghar aayi thi woh
khushi se jaag raha tha main
aur kharaante maar rahi thi woh

uske naam par maine badi si party di
usne zor se beer kholi aur can mere muh par thi

woh ek yaadgaar din tha
jab daant bhi usne toda aur marham bhi uski thi

aaj bhi jab woh sapne mein aati hai
daant ki saari setting hil jaati hai

jab bhi aaye paaro ki yaad
dukhta hai mera daant

In Remembrance of Our Beloved Daadi Maa

Late Smt. Sarbati Devi
1920-2008