Flight...

I should be getting up, eat something, dress up...I have been dealing with it for hours now...but it doesn't seem to budge...like a pest, it annoyingly follows me every where I go...follows me like a shadow...fucking up my neatly lined brain on its way...I check the time again, I have to meet a friend in exactly an hour's time and knowing Mumbai traffic, I should be in an auto now...instead ...I am typing this...why?


I open Facebook, voyeurism is so common these days, we don't even blink before nosing our way into others' life. Lots of photos, people love posting their pics, I wonder why...what makes them want to put up their pics for one and all to see? Then there are updates about who's having lunch with whom...someone's put up a video of catwalk fails....there's dear D posting an article about injustice against women of Saudi Arabia...then music videos...all hip hop, trance, club...no one likes mellow songs these days? Maybe, they do, but are afraid to accept that they like meaningful songs? It's not cool to like slow sentimental songs, you're sissy if you do. Whatever. Who cares? I need a hatchet to drive this thing away, it's not going away. It is instead laughing at my silly attempt to ignore it.


I ask the friend if it's okay if I am late by an hour.


It wins, I give in. 

A Person, A Book, A Love...

Sometimes you weep for life, sometimes life weeps for you.

Three Things...

Erm, yes, I am alive

Jasmines...

It's true, it could happen, even this late...

Chal Diyay...

I am falling in love with this song...



Yeh haryali, yeh asaman
Yeh ghatta meri razdan
Yeh haryali, yeh asaman
Yeh ghatta meri razdan
Raat kay pahlo main diye
teray lia hain bichay
tera haath tham kay
lo hum bhi chal diye
hum bhi chal diye
hai charon taraf
pehli howi arzoo
dil main chupi
ankhon mian hi aaye kion
aas wohi dil main liye
is arzoo main hum jiye
tera haath tham kay
lo hum bhi chal diye
hum bhi chal diye
thandi dhoop main
aik aah loon
sard si pairon talay
paon main rah kion wohi
chaltay jain in rahon pay
teray lia hain bichay
tera haath tham kay
lo hum bhi chal diye
hum bhi chal diye.

Now You See, Now You Don't...

I was speaking to sister today and listening to how naughty the nephew's become, and I must admit I am looking forward to their visit in Diwali this year.


The first time I saw the nephew in real life, I had just come home that morning, he was on the living room floor, dressed in a yellow t-shirt(I think he looks the best in yellow) and diapers, playing with his yellow-red cars. And as I approached him, tentatively, scared that he might start crying, I said look who's here and extended my hand, smilingly, to touch his cheeks, and he looked up, smiled, placed his forefinger on my palm. And the fact that he's such a pricey baby and does not let anyone even close, made that gesture all the more precious.



That same afternoon, having put him to sleep, sister went out for some work. And just an hour later nephew woke up and of course, on finding himself alone in a new place, without his mother around, started howling. After 10 minutes of pacifying him, mother finally gave him to me, just play with him she said. And I, very reluctantly of course, picked him up, a crying baby (for the very first time in my life, I hate crying babies!) and he sat snuggly on my right arm, looked at me, placed his head on my shoulder, wrapped his tiny arms around my neck and slept with a whimper, tears still stuck to his long black eyelashes, much like morning dew on grass.



And with those two gestures he gave me the most precious thing a baby can give you, his trust. And with that, he made sure that his aunt will do anything, but never misplace it.



Every time I think of the newphew, I remember this one time I was trying to put him to sleep, and after twenty minutes I had exhausted the few precious lullabies I knew, and the nephew was still wide awake. So I finally started singing/humming Bollywood songs. No kidding, he slept in five minutes! :P Don't ask me which Bollywood songs now :)



Talking about sleeping, the sight of a sleeping baby must be one of those heart-achingly beautiful images that will never fade from your mind. His little hands placed side by side on the bed, his tiny pink fingers curled. His dark eyelashes making half moons on his pink puffed cheeks, his ruffled hair, his pink soft lips, his little chest rising gently, and you almost swell with pride, as a human, on seeing such a beautiful human infant.



But no, I still do not like kids.

Listen, O Breeze...

Such sweet and simple lyrics...

Life really is about all those simple moments...the cool breeze, the pitter-patter sound of rain, full moon...

I so wish I was in Rajasthan right now, with sand between my toes, under the starry sky, in front of a bonfire, listening to this song...

P.S: It's so awesome the kind of music Coke Studio is making. So so grateful!



senṛaan ra baairya dheemo madhuro ri baaj
listen, O breeze, softly and sweetly blow


dheemo dheemo madhuro ri baaj re baaireeya
softly, softly, sweetly blow, O breeze

senṛaan ra baairya dheemo madhuro ri baaj
listen, O breeze, softly and sweetly blow

tanri banṛaaoon dhola raaji taansali e lo
I make a serving dish, sweetheart, of my physical being

manṛe ri karoon man waar re baaireeya
and following my heart, I offer up my heart to you, O breeze

senṛaan ra baairya dheemo madhuro ri baaj
listen, O breeze, softly and sweetly blow

raajo ji padhaarya raaji mahal men e lo
when my prince arrived in the royal palace

doodaan barsyo mew re baaireeya
he brought such happiness and prosperity that it rained milk, O breeze

senṛaan ra baairya dheemo madhuro ri baaj
listen, O breeze, softly and sweetly blow

inṛ dis maan mhaaro raaji lo base re lo
in this direction, does my darling prince live

inṛdis aawe ṭhanḍṛi hinṛ re baaireeya
(for) from this direction, blows a fresh and cool wind, O breeze

senṛaan ra baairya dheemo madhuro ri baaj
listen, O breeze, softly and sweetly blow