Cortege on the road

Saw a cortege today while driving to work, a rare sight on the Mumbai Highways.
Couldn't see the face buried in marigold garland but the body rapped with a bright shiny piece of white cloth, stood out, in the rally of people marching together. The son, barefooted, held a small pot of fire in his strong hands took confidant steps.

Traffic in charge made all efforts to make a way but the cars kept moving. Naturally, why give way to a dead man in this busy life, for he has already reached his destination.

Mornings

5 a.m. Three alarms each at an interval of 10 minutes should do the job. But my flat-mate with sensitive ears could not bear the recurring sound and knocked at the door after managing 30 minutes of torture. Needless to say, I slept again! Finally woke up when F called – my favorite call of the day which I never answer but I know says a thousand words.

Mornings are blessings!

More than the fresh air or the silence – I love how subtly the light changes at this early hour. Like an artist hand-painting the sky with his flawless hands; mixing colors within colors; unaware of when to pause; lost - in the silhouette of time!

Talaash

तलाश है, एक ऐसी सुबह की,
जब आसमा में बिखरें कुछ रंग,
हलके नीले, हलके गुलाबी,
जैसे हांथो से किसी चित्रकार ने,
रात की चादर को, बड़े ही इम्तेनान से सजाया हो,
और जता रहा हो के,
धुप की पहली किरण, तेरी आँखों से ऐसे झलके,
जैसे ये सुबह एक नया पैगाम लायी हो,
और एहसास जगा दे ज़हन में,
जिंगदी वो नहीं, जो थी,
वो नहीं, जो होगी,
जिंदगी तो है अभी, यहीं
तू तालाश तो कर . . .
एक ऐसी सुबह की . . .

It was early morning 6am. On my way back to apartment from IIT, I got down at R-Mall with two heavy bags in my hand, guitar at my back and radio plugged in. The air was cool, Sky clear, buses empty and traffic as low as I have ever seen on this road.

As I walked on the road, my eyes caught glimpse of sun between the buildings. The radio played "Teri Deewani-Kailash Kher" one of my favourite song. After moving few steps further, I walked back, put my bags on the footpath and stared at the sun. It appeared like a huge orange paint ball. The music filled my mood. And I told myself, "Wow! This is magnificent!"