Bombay

There is something about Bombay which remains mystery to me. I had been living in this city for almost eight years, before I left three month ago in search of something new that could add more meaning to my life, or probably something that this city lacks. Peace, solitude or serenity? I cannot tell. Only at that time, the city seemed unfit for my survival, for my dreams, for my future.
As karma would have it, I am here since yesterday without even knowing the duration of my stay. The feeling is mixed that of being a refuge at your own house. Whatever it is, the city has its special way of greeting you.

I've realized that I had been missing: my friends - those bastards; Raju bhai - with his 'one minute' cooking techniques; the watchman of our society -  who salutes by closing one eye; humidity in the air; the eternal rush at Andheri Station; the local trains; the red colored BEST buses; the sensational marine drive; the blue shade of the slums; the sky touching towers; the shopping malls; the weekend outlets; the 11 month rent agreement and the cheat brokers; the terrible traffic; the wicked and soulful girls; Haaji Ali dargah - the emperor of the sea . . . these and many more I've missed.

The city has won my heart all over again. I can positively tell that I can hate and love this city at the same time. I wonder, if I've ever felt anything like this before? I can assure you it's a funny feeling. I feel welcomed. No matter how long I stay away - I'll be a drop of its ocean. 

Bombay has been kind to this young aimless explorer.

Balika Vadhu

14 Aug 2012

Saas-bahu continues to entertain the Indian television. Balika Vadhu has completed over a thousand episodes now, running successfully for over seven years.

It seems that the music composer and the director do not get along too well. The composer makes all effort to kill the moment of the scene by using a peculiar dhadhamm...dhadhamn... drum beats. The director after all these years, has learned himself a few tricks to beat the composer’s determination – he focuses the camera again-and-back-again on the actor’s face to keep the viewer’s attention. The poor actor has started complaining neck problems; it seems to move only in one direction.

The lead actress of Balika Vadhu is now in her twenties, with her second marriage on the way. Every Indian family is excited about it (except the music composer, who seems to have intensified the drum beats) – after all, she is engaged to the district collector, who is madly in love with her. The actress, however, is in a bit of a problem. It might take another thousand episodes before she can turn her neck in the other direction.

13 Aug 2012

Sunshine after almost a month of rainfall. Centre room of the house has an open window and turns bright, as if a candle being burn into multiple flames of equal shape and size evenly spread over the walls – still and calm.

The air is thin and cold, but the surroundings deceiving its purpose – appealing to be warm and cosy. The sun disappears into the clouds, it  appears back again with in minutes – playing hide and seek with the neighbourhood. Fascinating – how the weather can be illusive and dishonest, just like human mind.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow!

You awaited fruit,

A mysterious truth

Today’s myth,

A leaf of my deep-rooted seeds

Answer to my gloomy night,

My patience, My fight

Eternal love, blind faith

My future, my fate

Pure happiness, Sheer joy

My sorrow, my cry

A deep anguish

An honest pain,

You’re my defeat

You’re my gain

A calculated risk

An unfixable guilt,

You’re everything

Or are you zilch?

You’re my melody

A beautiful song,

An attempt

Of breaking dawn

You’re my pen

My thoughts,

You’re the reflection

Of my marvellous past

So, Tomorrow!

Come, what it may!

Come, what’s keeping you away?