Monday, May 23, 2011
The second visible rajasthani delight was the ladies adorned in all possible bright hues one can imagine,however I regret not seeing their faces almost always covered with their heavy chunri and sarees .
I completely surprised myself when I even enjoyed the loud folk songs played by one of the drivers in the car.
The evening was full of change and surprises,I didn't mind hanging on my balcony enjoying all the activity in this otherwise sleepy place.What changed my day for the worse was the end of the gathering,not that the guests leaving made me sad.
It came as a shock when I realised that artificially enough ,most of the families coming out of the house ,almost all had not a single girl....strange isn't it...
I no longer liked the rajasthan in my lane.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
The dark but cool corridors of the AC Joshi library in the university ,thickly lined with volumes of wisdom was the oasis, other than late night chats on the lawns with my friends.
Now almost a decade later in the same city....things have changed,life has changed, for better or worse I'm yet to decide.Have a home here now,share the AC comfort with my beautiful daughter and husband.There is no worrying for water for the cooler,electricity cut in the middle of the night.Just a longing for a heart -to-heart at 2a.m with a friend,or the mad run on a scooty at 10 p.m for an ice-cream before the hostel gates close.
A strange tug for no mobile times,when waiting for his call on the hostel phone was romance.
When writing meant time alone with my faded diary.
I know it is unfair to weigh one period against the other...what are memories for...
and who knows next decade on something more technologically advanced than a blog i'll tell you about my 2011 in chandigarh.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
on the mantlepiece
I see a young shy bride
all of 18
and a young man
with a proud Dev Anand expression
its mom and dad
46 years ago,
the day they became man and wife.
In my 32 years I've seen them
In health and in sickness
In prosperity and calamity
fight with each other and more often
for each other.
is to be a team always
to honour,respect,love and cherish
with all the human flaws.
The lines on your hands
love you both.
Tags mom dad
Monday, May 9, 2011
कोई कविता या फिर कोई गिफ्ट भेजू
पर नहीं हुआ इस बार भी
हमने रोज़ की तरह
बस की अपनी -अपनी ज़िन्दगी की बातें सांझी
आपसे सीखे ज़िन्दगी के कुछ और नुस्खे
और आपने मुझसे
इन्टरनेट की और बारीकी
मेरी हँसी मैं
जानती हूँ आपने सुन लिया जो मुझे था कहना
और आपके दुआ भरे हाथ छू
गए मुझे इतनी दूर से भी
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