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The Superstore Experience – Aunt and the Trolley

September 30, 2008 By: Anonymous Poet Category: Blogs

It was this Sunday, when my mom, like rest of the mumbaikars, thought of visiting the superstore, despite my resistance (its no wonder that moms and wives are the same, thank god I am dealing with only one till now). After a lot of kich kich and jhik jhik I surrendered only to see that invincible smile on her face! Okay okay you win…I am ready to carry all those bags and help you even choosing what sabzi has to be made tomorrow. I understand this confusion of moms as to “aaj khaane me kya banega” because while I was on my internship in Holland, I had to cook by myself and the immediate conversation, after the office ended, that I used to have with one of my friends who was also on internship, was “abe suno….aaj khane me kya banega be??”

My friend: abe tum bataao, roz roz hum thode hi na bataayenge!”

 

Anyways I digressed…sorry…

 

Ya the point…I reach DMART superstore…I tell you, it seemed that the whole of Mumbai has been fitted in that tiny store, it was that jam packed! Took a trolley and entered the store…..the trolley was flawed with respect to various laws of physics which I diligently learnt…I will tell you later why I say so…..

Ya the shopping begins….both my sister and my mom were on a shopping spree filling up the trolley….

 

The ACTION: With that trolley I BUMP!!!!! That too straight into this lady’s ass..shucks!!!!! I am so dead..so so dead….I could imagine myself in the court in front of the law, in front of the lady, blaming me for that so-called sexual assault….No I didn’t do it intentionally….Its not my fault, the trolley’s height…no no your height…

 

The REACTION: She turned back….

Her face: burning eyes, fluffing nostrils, clenched teeth…

My face: innocent-lamb-look, kid-after-breaking glass-look, I-am-not-guilty look…..

 

Hell no..I didn’t do that on purpose…I just prayed that my mom isn’t around…luckily the lady didn’t say anything..it was a hairline escape! Phew…

 

Flaw number one: It is not always that Every action has equal and opposite reaction”…it should be rephrased, Mr. Newton….”Every non-intentional action shouldn’t have equal and opposite reaction”….That’s it…

 

The MORAL: Check the trolley that you take, the wheels should not be jammed…because it can defy Newton’s second law….as it did…I applied force, it didn’t move…I applied more, it slided more than what was required and BUMP!!…

 

The Law:

Every object in motion or at rest continues to be in that state until an external force is applied to it

 

In my words:

Every object should either move freely when or should not move at all when external force is applied to it”.

The results of the experiment could be a disaster!

 

Anyways all said and done…..I move further…deliberately towards that cute gal. She was coming towards me and I was towards her, even the background music was there….ek ladki ko dekha to aisaa laga J ..and finally our paths meet….and we are stuck with our trolleys….and we face the known confusion of what happens when I move left (which is her right) anticipating that the gal would take the way right (which is her left). However, she takes her left and I take my right in that confusion only to get stuck again…I smile at her, she smiles back….I leave my way, struggling with the trolley…and there she goes…smiling with a thank you! Yes!!!!

 

5Kg rice….202.50 rupees

My favourite biscuits…50 rupees

Confusions like this with a beautiful gal smiling at you…..priceless!!!!!

 

Just to mention here that moms and containers…(ya ya the pearl pet sorts) have some unexplainable connection! I am allowed to take my favourite biscuit (cheeselings) just because, according to my mom, the dibba that you get along with that is so useful..she has already collected 5 of them! And was too upset that I left so many of them while I relocated to Mumbai!

 

My mom told me to wait so that she shops around and comes back, I was instructed that not to move from there….mom leaves…suddenly after sometime I realise that everyone there..only aunties and gals…were looking me as if I am some kinda serial offender! I just realised that I was standing in the middle of the sanitary pad section…Gaawwwdd!! Bhago yahaan se…why me???? Achha hua…that aunty was not here..because it is said that…first time its coincidence…second time its happenstance and the third time……Its enemy’s action!

I almost dragged the trolley and myself out of the section…Phew!

 

Standing there waiting for mom was torturous…in that congested space which had barely 25 square feet of place to move around…I was being displaced and stared out in disgust by every other aunt, uncles, bêtes and betis…in that half an hour of wait I must have travelled at least a kilometre in that 25 square feet area!

 

Suddenly I get this call from my friend, ya the very ol pal whom I have thanked for the song and some pics in my previous blogs! I was telling her about all this happening there and got lost without realising that I am laughing aloud talking to her….and as I hung up…I could see the whole world stop…looking at me with all the think boxes above their head (ya ya similar to the ones in the comics)…think boxes which had a picture of a “ground nut” and then in some of them picture of a “nut” and some of them “a pea nut”…and hey here is this gal on whose toe I accidently stepped on, the think box said “a screw driver!” I rolled my eyes with raised brows with the question….”what????”

     

Later in the billing queue I realised this that I should have paid more attention to the optimization engineering classes rather than just writing poems…It would have helped me chose the shortest line moving at fastest speed taking least time! Because you actually hate the feeling that the queue which you thought to be the shortest is not actually the shortest just because the queue on the other counter seems shorter! And then the feeling that your queue is not moving at all with respect to the other queues…feels like a looser! We forget this that we aren’t the only smart asses around…in fact every other smart ass thinks that he will join the shortest queue only to realise that every body else is thinking that only!

 

 

“Bhai sahab aap galat jagah pe khade hain…..”  An uncle ji’s voice broke my thought process, I realised he was kinda rude…but somehow I held back the urge to say this back…”uncle pehle to I am no bhai sahab…I am just 25, doosra…3 logo ke baad aap bhi meri hi jagah pe honge! Hai na….”

 

On my way back to home sweet home, I thought…..

 

1.  Laws are made by circumstances, circumstances are not made by laws, not all laws are harmless!

2. Some confusions in life are meant to be priceless!

3. No matter how fast the queue moves, you move at your own pace

 

“Bhaiya zara right leke idhar side me rokna” …I said to the auto wala….

 

 

Ehsaas

September 27, 2008 By: Anonymous Poet Category: Poetry

This poem is dedicated to the passion between two people who have mingled their soul into one, they are no longer you and me, but have united their heart and have become”us”. In the night which has no control, which has broken all bounds, like it has no tomorrow…..

The beauty of the night through poet’s words…..

I give you in the passion of the night…Ehsaas…..

Thanks for the pic pal

Tagged!!!

September 24, 2008 By: Anonymous Poet Category: Blogs

Thanks for tagging me summer!

 

1.    LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATER? 

Tahaan, Awesome natural backdrops, mind blowing cinematography and a rocking donkey that can beat any mule in a race at the back of hi hands…errrr legs…

 

2.    WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?

Not an avid reader, finished Three mistakes of my life..searching for the fourth one J…currently reading

You Are Here by Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan…loved these lines actually…”there is nothing like making love when you are cheating on someone..its just fucking” Reached till the fifth page….till I finish my business case…auto is the only place where I can read J

 

 

 

3.    FAVOURITE BOARD GAME?

Business à when I used to have my summer vacations and had nothing to do.

Carrom à when I and my sister used to get bored of Business

Ludo, Snakes n Ladders à currently as my lil darling cousins love to play that with me, blue is my team!!

 

4.    FAVOURITE MAGAZINE?

Depends which period you are talking about…. well I loved nandan, nanhe samraat (I like them even today) then the 18-20 teenage stuff…then business stuff..what else…currently India Today…or any magazine on travelogues and photography

 

 5.    FAVOURITE SMELLS?

The smell of the temple, incense sticks, dhoop and the tulsi, nothing beats that

The known smell of shampoo and soap in the bathroom

My dad’s after shave, old spice

My after shave, Brut – Musk

Smell of freshly made Jaggery

Smell of cake being baked…for that sake anything being baked, I am down on my knees then

Smell of the masala and the curry yummmm….

Wet earth just after the first rains

Lakme moisturizer’s faint smell when applied on the palms

 

 

6.   FAVOURITE SOUND?

 I get goose bumps when ever I hear any fighter jet taking off or passing right above my head awwww man its amazing…the sound the steam engine use to make, the sound that a train makes while changing the tracks and while crossing a bridge, the sound it makes when it is speeding up

Rambling leaves, wind making guzzling sounds when it passes through a constraint, waves (nothing beats that), flute, rolling of drums, gushing water like that of a waterfall, water dripping slowly during the silent night, try listening to that….

I love the sound of the silence….. 
 

7.    WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?

1. The feeling of being cheated

2. Then when you were expecting a selection/promotion for sure and u don’t get through  

8.   WHAT IS THE FIRST THING THAT YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP? 

I think of when would the alarm get off, I usually get up before my cell phone’s clock, turn it off, and then think about the office and then about awwww its early else abhi tak mummy wud have shouted….venky…paani chala jaayegaa..jaldi se naha lo hahahahaha

9.    FAVOURITE FAST FOOD PLACE?

Any place with friends and gud food, I am a big foodie….

10.  FUTURE CHILD’S NAME?

Pilot (This is the nick name what I have thought of )
 

 

11.  IF I HAD A LOT OF MONEY, I WOULD…

 

Go traveling, get my self the best digital SLR and also take the responsibility of making someone responsible enough to take responsibility of another like him/her, may be education or life etcetra etcetra…money can do so many things actually! 

 

12. DO YOU DRIVE FAST?

Yes when ever I see an open highway, I can’t resist. 

13. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?

Yes earlier they were Jinny and Jhonny (my pets) now I sleep with my pillow…

14. STORMS: COOL OR SCARY?

Cool when you are alone…hottest if you are stuck with a gal in that (my hard luck). Scary? What is that?

 

15. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?

 I had this sonic controlled remote cars, I still love radio controlled  devices

 16. FAVOURITE DRINK?

Juices: Guava, Watermelon and Mango

I don’t drink alcohol

 

17. FINISH THIS STATEMENT: `IF I HAD THE TIME, I WOULD…

 

     Sleep , sleep ,sleep and eat and send my mom to my relative’s place so that no body is there to say…venky …kitnaaa sota hai ye ladka..off ho….jaldi utho warna paani chala jaayega…ye dekho chala gaya na  (imagine me imitating her without uttering a word, just the lip movements, I do that everyday and she doesn’t know this hehehehe) J Love you mom! hahahahaha

 

 

18. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI?

 

Broccoli…eeeekssss….stem…double eeeeks….(eeekss)^infinity


19. IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD BE YOUR CHOICE?

 

          Assuming that I have any hair left by then…I would dye it black if the need be… 

 

20. NAME ALL THE DIFFERENT CITIES/TOWNS YOU HAVE LIVED IN:

 

Siliguri, Varanasi, Kanpur, Gorakhpur, Sultanpur, Kota, Guwahati,  Gurgaon, Mumbai

 

 21. FAVOURITE SPORTS TO WATCH?

 

           Cricket

 

22. WHAT’S UNDER YOUR BED?

 

Ummmmm….the floor, dust particles on it, my broken hair L…awww here is changu (the cockroach) and mangu (the cricket) oh…where is kaanta ben??? (yeah yeah the fly who loves to rub both her hands as if she is conspiring)…hell no…here are my specs that I was looking for so long…thanks summer for tagging me..else I wouldn’t have found it! I owe you pal! J

 

23. WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE BORN AS AGAIN?

 

 

          As anonymous poet, who is not so anonymous (pun intended) hahahaha

I would like to be born as myself…just a small request bhagwaan ji..this time not a consultant..but a fighter pilot..I hope its not more to ask J  

 

24. MORNING PERSON OR NIGHT OWL?

 Depends….my insti has taught me only to sleep on public holidays…J night owl when I have sum gud stuff on my lappy pending for my eye treat else …yawn yawn I already feel sleepy!

 

25. FAVORITE PLACE TO RELAX?

          Room number 207, Kapili Hostel, IIT Guwahati, Assam!

 

IITG@ Night!

 

26. OVER-EASY OR SUNNY-SIDE UP?

 
Sunny side up….

 27. FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOUR?

 Butter scotch, honey nut crunch and hot choco fudge with chco syrup!

 

28. WHO WOULD YOUR DREAM DATE BE? 

 

Dates, U ermined me of submission dates of my projects, then the GMAT egaaawaad!!!

Hahahaha I don’t mind dating a gal having good sense of humor and poetry and a lil bit of intelligence (smart ass, bindaas gal! with a broad ear to ear grin with a strand of hair on in front of her eyes) can you hear the music in the back ground…ek ladki ko dekha to aisaa laga…. J

Is someone listening hehehehe

 

29. ARE YOU A VEGETARIAN?

Vegetarian??? I believe in food chain a hard core non veggie….I can do anything for a grilled chicken and a hot dog! .

  

30.  DO YOU SLEEP IN THE BUFF?

          What does this mean?

  

31.  HOW MUCH DID U SPEND ON ANSWERING THESE?

 

I didn’t keep the track of time…hey that’s cheating you should have told me that I had to L never mind, I am free rite now!

 

32.  DID HAVE FUN DOING ALL THIS?

 

 

Yes yes yes!!! Thanks Summer for tagging me.. J

  

33.  DO YOU THINK THIS IS THE LAST QUESTION?

 

I have read it already in the Tag post of others that 33 is the last question…ye ye ye!

 

I tag Manisha Trivedi, Hellz Angel and Nitin Bhatnagar…enjoy answering these! Cheers…

Washroom Thoughts

September 22, 2008 By: Anonymous Poet Category: Blogs

I was pretty tired after a 2 hour update video conference call. After all I could not doze off there. Usually fantasies occupy a major part of my mind during such calls/trainings/meetings, but I wasn’t fantasizing this time. I was thinking about my life, in fact life in general. Caught in the wrong job? Caught with the wrong gal? Caught with any regrets in life? Naah…nope. I went to the rest room to wash my face, could see the foam that was formed in the basin almost close to my eyes. After I was done with the wash, I still wondered what life is after all; to be precise I was looking for practical answers, leaving my poetic thoughts that come out rhyming just to make a poem rather than to find real answers logically. Amidst all this I reached for the tissue paper from the dispenser and could note that it was already pretty loaded. I struggled to pull out one trying to grasp the paper with my fingers, no success, and then tried with the tip of my nails, success it is! I realised that only half torn tissue was in my hand! Is this my answer? I thought but was not ready to take it. Chuck it I will try again, after all I can’t wipe my face with what I have. Take two! Action….Tried again similar sequence of events, and this time the piece that I could grab was even smaller than what I tore last! Phew!!! Gaawdd leggo…I turned to find a tissue right beside the basin and took it with a smile of wisdom!

 

I was not satisfied still, the question continued to play in my mind. Life? Job? Gal? Marriage? expectations? what?

I tried to comb my hair after I wiped my face, almost whistling, and I noted the awful reaction on this old uncle peeing there, was I distracting him? naaah..or is it that he has a shy bladder, who cares! or may be he too was busy searching the same answer? sorry I digressed….ya I was done with the combing part, and one last look at the mirror, I see this one strand of hair which didn’t get set. I tried again to comb and settle it and see that two more strands stood up…not again…not here and at this time atleast! Finally, got my hands wet settled my hair, managed to settle the two, but the single strand was still standing, smiling with victory, I accept my defeat dude….but still the question is unanswered or is it…the torn tissue, the smiling strand what is it?

 

I then switched to adjust my shirt, pulled it out a little so as to cover the belt properly, shucks…I realised that I somehow pulled it more than required or is it okay? no It wasn’t, I saw my vest peeping from the hole that was created between the two buttons of the shirt. Put the shirt back again, and lifted my arms up to adjust the fit. Managed it this time…perfect! See I cant be defeated every time! I came out of the restroom…half contended and half conscious of the strand…and strolled to my bay thinking that what it is?

 

1. Is it the torn tissue in my hand despite the two attempts or the piece strangled in the dispenser?

 

2. Is it the undefeated strand of hair or the two strands that happily settled?

 

3. Is it the peeping vest or the tucked shirt?

 

Who cares, right now it is the business case that I need to finish in time. Else the manager will have different sets of questions altogether.

 

Answer of a Question or Question of an Answer

September 12, 2008 By: Anonymous Poet Category: Philosophy

Can someone please solve this…..Question’s answer or Answer’s question??

Pic@Juhu Beach, Mumbai, 7th September 2008

Haseen Khamosh sa Fasaana

September 12, 2008 By: Anonymous Poet Category: Poetry

Hey all, the poet needs your help…some how not able to get the title of this poem, thought couple of them but didn’t really fit well. Please suggest one!

A poem without a title is like an incomplete story, like a lost wanderer, help the poem reach its destination…..thankful to all.

Cheers,

Poet

P.S. Pic@Juhu Beach Mumbai, 7th September 2008

Photo Album – My IIT Days – Best Days of My Life

September 09, 2008 By: Anonymous Poet Category: Photography

 

My stint of 4 years at IIT Guwahati has been really wonderful. From bunking classes unanimously to going to the city on the ferry, we have been there and done it all! These were undoubtedly the best days of my life. Whenever I feel nostalgic, I just go down the memory lane meet mandi there, laughing along with kataria and here come uttu  and negi just before the night of the examination day to search desperately for the notes! There is the canteen guy who made the tastiest maggi I ever had…Gosh the stories would never end!!

 

I never realized that my campus is so beautiful! I mean every corner has a beauty. I wish I could go back, be a student again go back to room number 207, which was mine. After all this is my alma mater, my IIT, here is a pictorial tribute to the same. IITG ROCKS!!!! I miss it badly.

 

I give IIT Guwahati to all of you.

Summer of 69 – Manipal 

 

Juhu Beach Yesterday – 7 Sep 08

September 08, 2008 By: Anonymous Poet Category: Photography

These are few natural shots@ Juhu beach in Mumbai, those two lil kids are my cousins :-) and I dont know the lady in the pic :D
Hope you all like it.
P.S. Watch the album while you listen to the song. Thanks to a pal for the song. you surely rock!!
 

 

Something Stupid

I know I stand in line
Until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance
I know that there’s a chance
You won’t be leaving with me

Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid
Like I love you

I can see it in your eyes
You still despise the same old lines
You heard the night before
And though it’s just a line to you
For me it’s true
And never seemed so right before

I practice every day to find some clever
lines to say
To make the meaning come true
But then I think I’ll wait until the evening
gets late
And I’m alone with you

The time is right
Your perfume fills my head
The stars get red
And oh the night’s so blue
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid
Like I love you
I love you…

Yaadein: A token of remeberance – Revisited

September 04, 2008 By: Anonymous Poet Category: Music

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Please be patient till the music loads……meanwhile happy reading!!


P.S. Lots of people dont believe this but its actually my voice! I aint a singer though :)


About Yaaden: I wrote this in the last year of my graduation at IIT guwahati. I was nostalgic and happy at the same time and it happend while I was in my optimization engineering class. The professor was too horrendous to even look at, leave the concentration part. So was remembering the 4 years that I have passed in this campus (can see the pics taken by me of the campus here). I wrote and threw the paper in the class to mandi (one of my friends who my appreciates poetry ) and he did a thumbs-up!! One fine day i woke up and did the narration. Yaaden happened!! I have a dream to share with you all, I would like to make a video of this narration featuring my almamater. And I know this will happen one day! so look out for the video as well.
P.S. The picture is a view from my hostel, I have seen these three trees standing together in all shades! come what, they are together….this one is specially for mandi, kataria, uttu, negi and all my friends! All you guys simply rock!


Video Song – Gham ka khazana

September 04, 2008 By: Anonymous Poet Category: Music

Gham ka Khazana – Jagjit And Lata

gham ka khazana tera bhi hai mera bhi

yeh nazarana tera bhi hai mera bhi

 

apne gham ka geet bana kar gaa lena

raag puraana tera bhi hai mera bhi

gham ka khazana tera bhi hai mera bhi

 

tu mujhko aur main tujhko samjhaaoon kya

tu mujhko aur main tujhko samjhaaoon kya

dil deewana tera bhi hai mera bhi

dil deewana tera bhi hai mera bhi

gham ka khazana tera bhi hai mera bhi

 

shahar mein galiyon galiyon jiska charcha hai

woh afsaana tera bhi hai mera bhi

maikhane ki baat na kar waiz mujhse

aana jaana tera bhi hai mera bhi

 

gham ka khazana tera bhi hai mera bhi

 

yeh nazarana tera bhi hai mera bhi

gham ka khazana tera bhi hai mera bhi

P.S. This song is one of those which says so many things even without saying any thing. Two people bond well if the reason for their bonding is the common pain. So very well portrayed here in words! Cheers to Sajda.


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