[This is, you can say, a poem. A romantic type poem. I know its so unlike me, though I don't deny its not in my character to be musing longingly once in a while:).]

There's a song in my heart,

I can hear it through my mind,

Someday I wish to sing it to you,

But 'someday', when will it come?

Sometimes I long to see a glimpse of you,

Through the window of a chance.

But where is the chance, when you know

With you there is no luck?

And just as days and months go by,

I still keep my hope alive.

That someday would really come,

When I'll sing you the song I've spun.

And then, comes the gale of uncertainty

Blowing away the last flames of my hope.

But in you I search for my faith so sure,

The faith that rekindles the ember along.

Rising like a phoenix, somehow I start believing again,

That we are meant to be.

Listening to the joyous song of my heart to you,

I know it'll be a soothing lullaby.

And together we will cruise in our dreams,

Battling all the storms.

Some moments are so delightful and so vulnerable.. just a blink and everything vanishes ..instantly.. and what remains is not regret but the fact that some things are meant to be that way and it is you who has chosen the fact, not the regret..

Journey Woes

Journey has become a big part of our life, some enjoy it while some resent it. I am one with a mixed feeling. Some journey are which I hoped never ended but some, I wish I had never taken. The woes accompanying the journey are totally repulsive. Like this one time...

I sat by the window seat, glad I was reaching home. Then 'he' spat, the wind was cordial enough to blow the spit on my face. I was disgusted. But, I have been through a worse situation so my reaction was nothing more than wiping my face silently murmuring a swear word. It was a lot better than finding that short, curly, thick hair from that divine area, in my plate of food when I had already eaten half of the food. And it was even better than getting drops of vomit blown to my face, again by that cordial, untamed wind. When problems strike or when happiness spring they show their presence in extreme proportion. When spit was not enough, 'he' farted 'turrr tut tut' dispelling the appalling characteristic smell of hydrogen sulphide.

When everyone is asleep or occupied with themselves, I find the urgency to get occupied with myself too. Sitting uncomfortably, trying to adjust myself in my seat I realised how selfish people can become. How they can think only about their own comfort, not thinking they maybe causing discomfort to someone else. However the journey may have been, eventually there is a satisfaction, of reaching our destination with all the fun and the woes only as a small part of our memories.

'Phunny' Language

'I can talk English, I can walk English, I can laugh English because English is a very funny language'. Well said..English can be funny sometimes. There have been numerous times when I couldn't catch the correct lyrics of english songs. And its not me alone, with the contribution of my friends and my dyslexia in english I have collected some good lines gone hard-heard. There are also some words which form syllables having no meaning at all (haven't included them).

1) I found my hairband right here with you... The original being,Firehouse's famous, I found my heaven right here with you... To check if what I heard was correct, I asked a music addict. He told me I was correct!!

2) This is abundant... Which actually is Neyo's Miss Independent. When I first heard this song I really had no clue why the song was titled 'Miss Independent', though the song video did some justice to it.

3) My cousin's the next room, sometimes I wish she was you.. Just imagine, wouldn't it be weird wishing your cousin was your partner? This is for Hinder's 'Lips of an angel'.

And by far this is the best one!

4) I'm not a girl, not yet a woman. All i need is time, mom n dad is mine... And Britney Spears actually sang I'm not a girl,not yet a woman. All I need is time, a moment that is mine..

5) And check this one by Natasha Bedingfield ft. Sean Kingston..We were cool back in high school, ooh I really liked you,must have been your attitude. A friend proved she's a real Indian by changing the lyrics like this..We were cool back in high school, Ooma really liked you,must have been your attitude. Ooma!!! Ooma???!!! (though Uma thurman is not Indian..hehe)

6)

Lessons learnt-I

I have been learning so many lessons lately, which means I have been making a lot of mistakes. The last lesson I learnt is, there are five types of persons on one basis. The basis is when you tell them a biting truth.

The first type is one who admits to their mistake.

The second one being the one who disagrees.

The third is the one who blames it on others.

The fourth type and also the worst one is one who disagrees and doesn't forget to put the blame on you instead, all the while making you guilty and unnecessarily thoughtful.

And the last one is as usual,the indifferent one.

But, with all the unpleasant encounters there is one great thing. A lesson learnt is a wisdom earned.

Indifference

Indifference, I have learnt recently, is like a whirlpool. It sucks everyone into its unknown abyss. Its like shuddering in a cold war where there is not a bit of acknowledgement for any of the favours done. Not even a remote expectation of getting repaid with time.

The Compartment

A family of intellectuals shared the same compartment as I did on my journey from Kottayam to Kollam. A grandmother, a grandfather, a father, a mother and a daughter. I was sitting alone, I couldn't comment on anybody to anyone. They first discussed about me, Nepal, Nepali (that was inevitable). And then there was discussion of books, authors, the grandmother even mentioning 'The Tempest', daughter confirming the name of author as 'Shakespeare'. They didn't forget to comment on Chinese toys either. Maybe they were a bit confused about my ethnicity, they had to comment on every possibility. The father seemed very knowledgeable, saying how the English book his daughter was reading was simple and had 'continuity'.

A compartment of a train holds a lot of memories, memories of every kind. Each station, each journey and each person unintentionally start weaving an unending blanket of these memories, the fabric getting thicker and thicker with every passing second. Some memories are good and some bad, some even have the power to teach a valuable lesson of life. But the best compartments are the ones where a kinship blossoms among the occupants and where when you realise the distance of the journey seem shorter.

Breaking the code-II

Some people don't learn lesson from their first mistake and some forget to.

Just the next day after writing my last blog I happened to be visiting a Flower Show in the town. There were many stalls set up selling food items, seeds, fertilizers, plants, tools and etcetra. In one such stall I made my grand entry because it was in my area of interest, slurp!!! The Rajasthani Pickles!! I asked my friend in the code language again,"taste kori sabo?" Why did the shopkeeper have to ask one of his helper,"hey taste koribo dibi!"? I was like,"oh no, not again!"

But who would have expected a khaki-wearing-autodriver-looking-and malayali-looking-and-rajasthani pickle-selling person to even know that code language?

Breaking the code-I

I was recently in Bangalore,shopping with a friend. I was really confused what to buy, I had nothing of my choice in the shops we visited and I was constantly being bugged by who may say what about the dresses I buy, if I buy that is. By chance my eyes fell on a purse and as if in code language I asked my friend," hey hetu bhaale ase na?". And instead of my friend replying I heard a male voice say,"haan, aru hetu bhi bhaal ase". I was taken aback and a bit embarrassed too. The shopkeeper had replied to me very matter-of-factly. I had to talk to him in that same language till I had paid and left the shop. Of all the things! Next time maybe I'll have to whisper and not talk in some code language.

The shopping lists

We have moved to a new rent house. We need so many things but we have limited budget. This is what happened to our planning:

TODAY'S SHOPPING LIST:

1. Doormats
2. Mirror
3. Spoons/ glasses
4. Stool/stand
5. Bucket
6. Daal, vegetables
7. Kadhai
8. Gas

THE REALITY BILL:

1. Eggs
2. Chilly
3. Palm oil
4. Sambar daal
5. Palak
6. Horlicks foodles
7. Top Ramen noodles
8. Masoor daal
9. Head & Shoulders
10. Garam masala
11. Vegetable masala
12. Jeera
13. Breads
14. Cream
15. Tubelight
16. All out
17. Pepsi
18. Appy
19. Fryums
20. Candle
21. Mats
22. Chick peas

AllStar

The world has come to that stage where brands speak for all. Brands, be it of clothes, accessories, shoes, perfume and even food items,they are seeping into the choice of everyone, plus burning holes in our pockets. And when I speak about brands I remember my converse shoes that was bought out of sheer necessity and a little bit of self indulgence. If I had those shoes a decade back I would have been a total show-off, but again brands speak for all. My shoes are not branded and it somehow fails to instill the brand-only-can-give confidence in me. But inspite of this my converse(not the original ok) has saved me from the poop I stepped on the inauguration day of the shoes. Such was the fate of my humble shoes. Not to forget both the right and the left pair doesn't look like they were made for each other.

gaja maja

'emi lama alying ho ngo,niimpa yu...'This is how a song goes which when translated means 'I can't sleep at night,why is it so?' It is obvious from the lines what the song indicates to, which everyone will undoubtedly guess correctly. Yes,LOVE ofcourse!! The female singer croons about falling in love in her sweetest voice. And here we are,the three musketeers representing The North-East in ladies hostel, trying to be melodious and ending only close to a male baritone, croaking madly and dancing like some maniac over this song. Not because we are lovesicko, but because we have become very hard-working. Sleeping through the day and chatting,munching through the night.

Dirty Mistake

I couldn't help grinning when i saw 'pubic' written instead of 'public' in my teacher's computer note. I knew what I had to do. I crammed an 'l' between 'b' and 'i'. I knew I had to put this in my blog.

The Connection-2

Its hot outside,but its not daytime. The walls are exuding the absorbed heat of the day. I am sitting inside in front of the PC,enjoying the cool of the newly fitted AC. I hear the crickets chirping at the other side of the wall and it reminds me of the time someone told me that the chirping meant a sunny day tomorrow. I have a bad feeling today and i shall tell you the story of 'The connection part 2'.

I reach home from a short trip early in the morning. I pick up the newspaper and look through the pages. I stop at the page of public utility services and when I see the timetable for buses from one station to another I particularly give a momentary stare at the bus from Itanagar to Seppa. I think to myself,"the route is so winding and its good I haven't heard of any accidents yet,except for one time when a mad elephant rammed and toppled a bus".

As usual,the next morning I pick up the newspaper. The front page has the news of bus accident plying from Seppa to Itanagar.... And i feel guilty...

Progress

Wanted to get a good picture of this procession troop but that wasn't possible. The kids were so excited,shouting slogans and hopping about and showering the people below with puffed rice. Had to roll the window up in order to overtake them. This is the best shot I could take.

Vishwakarma pooja..

The Connection

I was in the college badminton court. I was late to fill up my exam form so I couldn't attend it. I was dejected and anxious. I didn't know what to do so I ended up in the court. A pug,I noticed, came wagging its tail towards me. I patted it. It was the first time I ever saw a pug in real. I woke up suddenly to realise it was only a dream. I picked the morning paper from the living room table. A missing ad read "a male pug,'Tommy', missing from..."

Sad,I haven't seen a real pug till now( but that's not the point of this blog k).

[P.S: More such articles to come.. Will be continued later.]

Just a small conversation

While returning from an evening walk,I walked past the Solung party stacking up their items on a bus.A woman came out from a small bamboo gate and shouted,

Woman:Hey driver!!Why are you ogling at the girls in the street?

Driver:(Very nonchalantly) What to do?Its my duty to ogle at them!

Woman:What's there to ogle?Why don't you keep beeping the horn?

BEEEEEPPPP!!!BEEP BEEP!!(still more beeps..)

I was walking alone and I couldn't help holding back my smile...

Bad impression

Ok.That fruit stall incident will sound better when you read this post.

I had come home for my extra-short-but-self-adjusted break from my college.I noticed how the attitude of teenagers had changed so drastically in these four years.The other day we went out shopping in a complex.There isn't much space for parking but as usual,we kindly adjusted within the unoccupied space.We weren't even out of the car when a bike came by carrying two macho looking boys.As soon as they crossed our parked car,the rider yelled at a man walking in front of them,"ey taklu sunai nahin deta hai kya?!"

All the people standing around turned towards the sound.The man was quite old,old enough to be their father with a bald patch in the middle.He managed to smile furtively at them and moved aside quietly.Inspite of the thoroughly gelled hair stretched into spikes,those boys had 'jungleeness' in them.Now I can walk a little confidently even when I know am not looking chic and fashionable because some people can still be so uncivilised with an outer shell of sophistication which will eventually crack under a slight pressure.

Which is more disgusting??You decide..

It is disgusting to be here,to hear about corruption,to witness bullying,to know you're being cheated and still being helpless...

We were in a fruit stall today.A man came to the shop and headed straight to the numerous strings of bananas hanging in front of the stall like a curtain.He snatched one banana and told the shopkeeper,"hum ek kol le raha hai".

And he walked away so casually!The shopkeeper overlooked the deed as if that didn't happen.What else could he do?It was like being robbed in front of one's own eyes.Stopping the man was pointless.

I turned back to the steps of other fruits.We were buying apples.Just after 2 3 minutes another customer came to that stall.The shopkeeper welcomed him gleefully,"ayiye sir!Boliye kya lenge aap?"

And the customer retorted," 'sir' toh bolta hai par kal humko sara hua anaar dhaal diya!"