Bombay

Been a year in Mumbai,…rather Bombay. What do I say,…crowd, trains, vada pav, …how can I capture a city in a few words,…who am I to comment.

All I can say is,…love it or hate it,…it becomes a part of you and you a part of it.

You are that.

Off am I.

Nowhere else I want to be

Let me be,…

Looking around in the mistrals of space

Autumn wind and temperate leaves

Kind words and considerate thoughts

What am I upto in this warp of time?

Tingling sensations

Trancing my thoughts

Waves of yonder

Slow and steady

Telling a story of far away

Beauty in itself

Nowhere else I want to be

Madame ‘M’

Was on a jog. Early morning traffic. Shiv joggin by my side,…’What do expect from your spouse?’. I yearned to say feminity. I did give a decent answer which was close to what I had in mind.

Chatting today morning. Discussion about why I was interested in knowing somebody. And I was again reminded of feminity.

I let my mind loose and feminty unfurled itself in the gentle breeze of imagination. Feminity was a picture. Feminity was a painting. If I am walking on the streets of my mind, feminity would make me slow down. Feminity would immerse my rambunctious thoughts with it’s gentle sweep. Feminity would spontaneously curve my lips in the realisation that there is more to life. Feminity would make me look around for someone to share. Feminity would make me look at the sky above, the ground below and thank all in between. Feminity would be a painting, and it would bring joy to all who chance their thoughts on it’s immense scape.

Is feminity a woman? Yes, it is.

Crossroads!

I rarely have status message on any of my chat browsers. I have a status message now-‘Crossroads’

This reflects my status as of now in the truest sense. I am at the crossroads in life as I have been some three years back when I was looking at the future with all my baggage by the wayside. I had shed my inhibitions to pursue what I felt was truly my calling. I have been acting on that principle ever since. Very few deviations ever since and I am acting on the same premise now. I am moving ahead with a sense of direction and zest which would be interesting to observe in the days to come when the dust would have settled.

Bless me and you there,…keep talking to me

Embrace,…

We must have heard the philosophy of life being unpredictable,…teenage rants against deterministic outlook towards life.

Analyze this.

Balmy Sunday morn. Lazy room mates all over the place. Some sleepin in the hall,…some in other rooms. I try to wake them up and get them moving for a shopping jaunt to town. What was planned at 9:30 moved on to 11:15. Whim of Ashwin ‘the voice’ Bapat caused us to take a cab to Dadar for the only reason that he wanted to. We got down on the east side of Dadar, proceeded to catch a train to ChurchGate. I wanted to move on without a ticket. My friends, with moralistic overtones wanted tickets done inspite of the long queues. We got tickets and were accosted by officials for being on the wrong bridge. Can you imagine being caught with valid tickets on the wrong bridge? Yeah, it happened and we paid a fine of Rs 500 for it. Unbelievable.

Next, we proceed to ChurchGate and purchase a couple of garments. Was planning to go to a movie which got unexpectedly screwed up because somebody else screwed up. The book stall was closed and we just drifted into a sea food restaurant. We then picked up our stuff and boarded a train to Andheri. It started raining. Enjoyed the rain. My whacko friend wanted to get wet and so did we. Picked up a couple of burgers, got wet and returned home to my cozy bed.

To look back at the day,…I literally push my friends out of bed, my friend makes me take a taxi,…some more make me get tickets,..we pay fines inspite of having tickets,….the book stall was closed,…the sea food was delicious,…the rain was wonderful,…the burgers were awesome.

Can you ever be ready for LIFE?