That's why I'm MisSintErrPriTi'd!!!!!!

Watch - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TAA74ND00dU “Yaad hai, ek din mere maiz pe baithe-baithe, cigarette ki dibiya par tumne, chhote se ek poudhe ka ek sketch banaya tha...!! Aakar dekho, us poudhe par phool aaya hai.” TRANSLATION -  Nowhere close to what Gulzar Sa'ab's own words and voice convey here, but  I've  tried to translate it -  “Do you remember one day while sitting at my desk, on a pack of cigarettes, a small shrub/plant you had sketched? Come and see.... a flower has bloomed on it!!!” ---- When I heard this in the writer's own voice, I felt like 'Life' itself was whispering this to me that a flower has bloomed, come and see it! And, I've been a little restless again since morning, eagerly... enthusiastically restless and searching.... for that flower!  I vaguely remember, I might've sketched a small shrub or a plant on a page of an old diary that i've lost, or a paper napkin while sitting at a co...

Ok, such posts have been doing rounds on Facebook - “ BORN in 80's...” “100 things you didn’t know about me” etc. ….. also “born in the 70s”!! So, now that I find myself again on a certain threshold between something and something, and with a lot of time on hand, it led me wonder on similar lines what it was like for me (and my generation) to have grown up in the 70s!!!! I’m a child of the 70’s, raised in the 80’s and the 90’s can very well leave me alone! As a child of the 70’s, I know that ‘Grunge’ is here to stay, ‘Fashion’ is fickle and ‘Freedom’ is a myth. So let’s see…. Here goes…. You know you’re born in the 70s… When.. 1.         When you remember Ek Chidiya, Jungle jungle baat chali hai(Jungle Book), Molu The Penguin, Swami from Malgudi Days, Chandrakanta, Buniyaad, Nukkad, Hum Log on Doordarshan and the first time you ever had an eternal crush on Shahrukh Khan was when you saw him in Fauji and Circus!! 2.     ...

She : "I'm right here... whenever you get stressed just meet me :)" Me : "Yep, I'm stressed today!" She : "Yaaaayyy" Me : " Hahah... so it has come to this... I've friends who rejoice when I say I'm stressed and wann meet them! I feel strangely blessed! Life is a bizarre ironical abstraction of strange occurrences !" She : "Absolutely!!! Irony is life's other name... and we are two crazy people who rejoice when normal people don't, and sulk when we should be rejoicing! :-P " --- X--- Hahaha... She said it!!! \m/

The truth Descends gently like the night And waits before it dawns.  Until the absolute need it faces To switch on the sun And make itself apparent to the eye!

And all I have is Now... Sparkling like a moon-beam, Shining like a sun's gleam, Fading like the flickering flame, Melting like a snow-flake, Passing like a day-dream, Merging with Eternity!!

Words, like birds, are born with wings.  Yet, I see, they're often imprisoned by prying eyes.  Thoughts, like birds, are born too with wings.  Yet, brutally suppressed and caged  by the haunting and taunting stares of judgement!!

"Bahut se aadhe bujhe huey din ade hain Bahut si aadhi jali hui raatein gir padi hain, yeah Ash-tray bharti jaa rahi hai... Yeah ash-tray bharti jaa rahi hai.." ~ No Smoking(2007) - Dir.: Anurag Kashyap | Co-producer: Vishal Bhardwaj "Woh shaam kuch ajeeb thi, Yeh shaam bhi ajeeb hai..." ~Khamoshi (1969) "Yeah raat Kaali zehreeli raat Palkein jhapakti ye raat Saanp si sarakti yeh raat Yeh kaali-kodiyaali raat.." ~ Aks(2001) "Raat ka nasha abhi aankh se gayaa nahin..." ~ Asoka(2001) "Pehle se likha kuch bhi nahin... roz naya kuch likhti hai tu... Jo bhi likha hai, dil se jiyaa hai, yeah lamha filhaal jee lene de.. Aye Zindagi, yeah lamha jee lene de..." ~ Filhaal (2001) - Dir. : Meghana Gulzar "Aap ki ankhon mein phir Koi sharaarat toh nahin, Bewajaah tareef karna Aap ki aadat toh nahin... " ~ Ghar (1978) "Sunaayi deti hai jis ki dhadkan, tumhara dil ya humara dil hai..." ~ Ghulaa...

I don't know who she was to me, Yet today I shed a tear-drop or three, Thinking she could be my daughter, my sister, my neighbor.... Or Me!! Leave your remorses and regrets behind, Damini...  Set your brave self free. For its Us who stand shamed, For its our souls that are dented Its this nation that's painted and tainted black   Its all of us that are raped by our supposed protectors and Keepers, And the Government watches with glee! *sighs*

Evanescent,  Effervescent,  Ever so elusive - Life! At times wondrous, at others torturous! Sometimes, its meaning escapes me by a fraction.  Then, in an unassuming flash of a moment it all seems to fall in place! Its here that I could touch everything I ever dreamed about... And its here I could realise everything I could've never imagined.... Placid at times, turbulent at others! Coming apart at the seams, then teaching me to take that timely stitch that would save me nine!! It's here, my playground! It's you, my game, Life!

Sometimes I believe. Sometimes I don't! At times I'm believing when in doubt, while at others I'm doubting when in belief. Does that make me a believer or a non-believer?! When one believes, the conflict ends - that's the general notion. Believing is comfort, believing is peace - usually! And while peace or comfort is the seemingly obvious end I struggle to achieve; I realize that the doubt was the means!! Unless I doubted, I wouldn't have come to believe! Its like reaching perfection. I imagine perfection like still calm waters; I may momentarily look at in awe and wonder against a picturesque scenic backdrop, but then in a while I look away! Had that perfection not been there, had the water not been still....had there been ripples and waves that danced a mad dance while I was looking at the scenery, making patterns as it flirted with each of my glances.... holding it spell-bound.... making it difficult for me to look away.........! M...

And...  It wasn't long  Before I found myself turn around. Now and then.. Wonder why?!? Maybe those distant echoes; t hey're now fading.  Maybe the memories; n ow fast evading.  And I walk on... More and more further-bound... l ess and less I turn around! And.. Maybe now I've come far.. And.. Maybe now,  I'm closer to where you are!!  ---

And do you see those grey clouds?! And they are a-mocking! And can you see the hiding Sun?! He is but "just joking"! And I hear some giggles filling the humid air Making my expectations damp... Even the Mockingbird is puzzled!!! -----X-----

Faith. Faithless. Absolutely; maybe.. Where am I?! Help me find my feet, Perfectly perched on steady ground Yet, I'm dis-aligned... I follow a butterfly; it leads me through woods, meadows and then disappears.... Lost, standing there gazing in amazement, how far I've come and where do I go now?! I want to stay here... Is there someone looking for me when they find I'm gone, or not?! Or, am i just fooling myself in believing Someone will come finding me Or will He?! Yes, definitely. Hopefully. Maybe!

And so we wrote..... "Making Poetry" I. Tangent Diagonally aligned parallel thoughts swifting into the by-lanes of  imagination. Quite vivid and linearlly-challenged logic! Quantum is my field, stretching into infinite space - Circling to touch, centering  the vast realm of 'externity' existing in the universe inside me!  I struggle to dissolve into "Nothingness"  sacred space within -   I.... ---- II. A Yard Doesn't measure up to the fabric of proportions defined by this society. Yard is my own measurement of immeasurable ideas crossing boundaries of Mind-space! Playground of emotions resting where the heart is And exerting when the mind is sedate losing all measures of freedom confined by this Geometry! ------ ~HAIKU~  I.  Green is my color -  Green is natural Twisted notions of the socitey of green being money.  I long for a world of barter!! -...

And this I must tell you, My Dear,  That now it has come to this;  That you're talking to a tear!! Every time you leave her broken Every time you scream and shout Its always Me in front of whom  She can pour her heart out! I can hear so clearly Her sighs and silent screams,  And I watch her as she sits and weeps On a pile of shattered dreams!! And next time you yell and shout I'll tell her to walk the hell out Coz its just not fair, after all Every time you leave her down WHY THE HELL IS IT MY JOB TO FALL??!?! %$#&*%......

And the young and handsome Flower In full bloom Stood proud and tall in his glory "majestified"! Sweet summoning scent Of his perfume sets the heart a-throbbing Pulsating and b eating Leaves the senses mesmerized!! You see his proud stance and arrogant charm But seldom its known  that secretly he stalks the Sun! While he knows not That the bees and the drones Are soon gonna arrive Uninvited!!

In your night Your Moon Your stars And your sky May I be a dreamer??? --- You say too much Too many words Yet clueless I am of what you say Its not your words That are wasted But my attention!! --- Words Like camouflage Hide what we feel! --- Dear Life! You're my muse And the songs I write About tears and joy, I leave them all for you to peruse! --- Awkward silences Pregnant pauses - Conversations ending with 'K'!  --- The grey clouds A water-colored hope A black cloud Hovering like Impending doom And tonight I forego seeing the stars Let it rain! #AwaitingRains --- Come June I start forming imaginary clouds Eventually, they start to form in the sky - My formula for rain!!  #AwaitingRains  #InAnticipation --- Your love ~  like bubble wrap ~  delivers me safe and sound ~  anywhere!! ---- The warmth of a thousand splendid Suns ~  and t...

*sighs* Also... this triggers a rather philosophical thought -  This explains why the Human mind first creates this world as a construct of its imagination, then questions it and then gets busy finding its answer!!! #MyMusings