Monday, July 31, 2006


When I was 14, my grandfather died. He was my favourite grandparent. I have never quite been able to get over that loss at such a young age, rather choosing to push everything related to that to some deep inaccessible corner of my mind. I was at an age where I was just starting to create memories that I would be able to remember. I still wish that he were around today so that I would have had many more memories than the precious few I am forced to desperately cling on to. And as time passes, there arises the danger of memories of events that never happened being created, in other words, falsified memories. Memories are the only means by which I can hold on my Thatha, even though I let him go peacefully nearly 8 years ago. I don't want them lying to me.

I love you Thatha, and I miss you terribly. I only hope that I have turned out as the good grandson you loved. I want you to be proud of me.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

The Morning After

It's the morning after the party. I wake up feeling a slight throbbing on the left side of my head. I don't want to get up, partly because I have no energy and partly because of the breathing form that's sleeping peacefully beside me. Memories of last night come flooding back to me. I redefined 'wasted'. After dillying and dallying, hemming and hawing, whispering and giggling, we finally arise to catch the last gasps of breakfast, unimaginable a few hours ago. I sway like a flickering flame, remnants of last night's exploits. I see visions of leisure.

Monday, July 17, 2006

Led Zep In The Morning

I awoke early today and I flipped a Led Zep (IV) cassette into the player. You have no idea how awesome it is to be listening to Led Zep early in the cool morning breeze while the rest of the world (or your hostel atleast) sleeps blissfully unaware of the rising sun and the broadening daylight. If you haven't tried it before (the Led Zep bit, not the sleeping blissfully unaware bit which I'm sure we've all done at some point or other), then I strongly recommend it. And now, back to some Bonham.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Conversation No. 3

We walked out the gate
Ambling down to the canal
Stopped and took in
The breath-taking beauty

The bright full moon in between the clouds
Throwing light on near acquaintances
On that little bridge we began
Our conversation no. 3

We talked about everything under the moon
Looked up and took pictures of the moon
After a second of eternity
We made our way back

I laid bare my soul
Told her my heart
She accepted it
Like only a friend could

Our secret spot awaited us
For us to continue our conversation
Past our beloved unnamed tree
We climbed the stairs to bliss

We sat ourselves on the wall
She succeeded after a few tries
But she cleared my mind on the first try
Made my heart a lot lighter

Its time to leave now
We sneak our way through back alleys
Always having fun
We talk some more

We share our first hug
A big step for touch phobic me
I walk back home
After 3 magical hours

When I’m with her
I have a silly grin on my face
After conversation no.3

I realize I love this woman

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Early Morning Ramblings

It's nearly 4 in the morning (or at night?). I have no classes for the next couple of days. I'm sitting here listening to some random songs shuffling themselves on my playlist because it feels like a crime to go to bed this early (or this late?). I'm so sure I'm going to miss breakfast in the morning and I'm not too sure if I should make the effort. The friendly neighbourhood hunger is starting to make its presence felt and I'm currently trying to satiate it with water. I'm currently in that surreal state between wakey-wakey and sleepy-sleepy when things either make no sense or make perfect sense. Black and white, no greys. It's too much effort to attempt a grey and I'm content letting my senses wander imagining the impossible. What about pink elephants and purple rabbits? Happy child.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006


If I could trap time in an hour glass
If I could hold the world in the palm of my hand
If I could tuck eternity into my pocket
When oak leaves sweep across a cold, misty morning in an English countryside
With the dew glistening on the early morning grass
A worm crawls out of his pint-sized home in the ground blinking in the bright morning sunlight
But an early bird, living up to its proverbial status, cuts the worm's early morning sojourn short

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Human Companionship

Remember those moments when you have absolutely craved for human companionship, when you have felt so lonely that you could cry but saw no point in it because there was no shoulder to cry on?

In today’s technology rich age, we find it very easy to substitute actual living breathing human beings with mere creations of the ever effervescent human mind. The television, the computer and its myriad forms and vices, the mobile phone and its predecessor the telephone, along with the variety of innovations that are fighting to occupy our mind space, replacing you and me. These creations make us believe that there are people out there for us, trying all the time to make up for the loneliness of a destitute life. However, an absence of these products for even a short while makes us reflect upon our lives and cringe at how solitary it really is.

What is it about the physical presence of another person in an intimate manner, even emotionally, that stirs up the butterflies in the vacuum that is created in the pits of our stomachs, makes us swoon and go weak at the knees in the most primitive of fashions? Let me hazard a guess.

Her graceful movements as she walks, the whiff of her scent that tingles your nostrils and quivers your nerves, the way she absent-mindedly twirls her hair, the way she looks right through you when she’s thinking of you, the smile that plays around the corner on her lips as she shares a private joke with you in a public forum, the expressions that dance around in her eyes as she looks at you meaningfully convey more than any work of literature ever could, the way she looks up at you trustingly with her big round eyes that are about as limpid as a rough sea and are constantly darting around searching for the slightest hint of a reflection of her feelings for you. She knows she hasn’t made a mistake. She wants to know if you have. If you have noticed the above, chances are you haven’t. She might be just a friend, but by Jove, you’re in love with her!