Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Crazy Innocence II

“Hi Betty”

“Hi Ken”

“I am calling you from Grampa’s new handset”

“Really? Wow!”

“What are you doing, Betty”

“I was feeding Snowbell. What are you doing?”

“I was making paper maches. But right now, I am talking to you.”

“Heheheee”

“Are you laughing at me?”

“Umm.. No, I am looking at snowbell go round and round her bowl of milk”

“Hahaha..”

“Ken, are you coming to school tomorrow”

“Yeah. I am already missing it”

“What are you missing about it?”

“You”

“What about me?”

“10 am to 12 noon”

“What?”

“That’s the entire time we spend together playing.”

“We don’t just play, Ben. Mrs. Jones teaches us too.”

“But we sit together, don’t we?”

“Yesss”

“Daddy says he loves Sundays and hates Mondays. But I love Mondays”

“I love Mondays too... I hate Sundays! ”

And why do you hate Sundays, child?”

“Grampa, there’s no 10am -12noon on Sunday."


Click Crazy Innocence I

Monday, May 10, 2010

Plans and Atom Bombs

I'll label this post as The Great talk on G-talk. I usually end up having amazing chats with a few of my friends on gtalk. All the ladies (conversants, apart from me) will be referred to as 'Babe' and all the Gentlemen will be referred to as 'Dude'.


Me: so what's the plan for the day?
Dude: plans are like atom bombs
They just happen
:)
Me: Atom bombs do not just happen...
They are thought of since long...and they are just "dropped". A plan cannot be ‘like’ an atom bomb? Duh!
Dude: I mean they can explode anytime
Me: yes.... “explode’ can be taken +vely or -vely
Dude: So plans are not planned they are dynamic and can explode anytime...all u need is good company...
Me: plans are not always dynamic. It is a relative term. Differs from person to person
Dude: Yes. For me planned plans never work.
Me: heheheeee
Dude: See I can explain
Me: But u have contradicted yourself!
Dude: let me speak
Me: go ahead
Dude: Now listen
Me: ok...
Dude: Definition of ‘plan‘is relative
Me: yes!
Dude: you can say you plan for your future
Dude: you plan for going on a vacation, or you’ll get married.
Me: yes.... but does it explode?
Dude: no... listen
Dude: I don’t plan. For eg. I planned I’ll go to Mauritius
But I don’t know what I’ll do there.
It will all happen according to situations and mood then.
Me: yes.... you need not plan that...
Dude: exactly
Me: so if I asked u what's the plan......
You should have answered...there's NO PLAN
Dude: I didn’t plan I'll have beer yesterday night
Dude: but I did, because I felt like having it
Me: yes.... exactly... That’s what I am saying, plans are not atom bombs...they are well decided things, which do not explode.....but are executed!
Dude: I don’t know what I’ll do the next moment. It’ll just happen.
Me: yes...don’t call it a “plan” then, call it “atom bomb”.
I’ll ask u the next time... which atom bomb are you going to explode now?
I won’t ask u about your plans!

(I get disconnected here)

Dude: Did u know beforehand when atom bombs were exploded in Mumbai.
No na?
You came to know when it happened.
It just happens and you know
In the same way, I don’t know which atom bombs will come my way. It may happen some friend of mine may drop in and I’ll simply go with him
So I said plans are like atom bombs.
You come to know once they have exploded or just before exploding.
Hope now you have understood something
Some people will be impossible
:)
And I will always be so good and convincing.

Dude: Gone with the wind? Ok.. Bye.

(Dude logs off)
(I log back again)


Me: There was no atom bomb in Mumbai…. !!! Aaaarrrgghhhhh………

Thursday, May 06, 2010

Were we better off in Stone Age than we are now?

I was having a candid mail-chat with one of my buddies and he happened to mention something very interesting and genuine. Everybody keeps getting a feeling, but seldom do we pen it down or express it through writing. Well, it was a casual discussion which turned into something this profound.

Were we better off in Stone Age than we are now?
-By Rohit Khedkar


The other day I just went roaming with some friends of mine, I lead them to some unexplored area on the roads of Mulshi. What we discovered was a small village with population no more than 70 people; no electricity; small homes with thatched roof and tranquility in the atmosphere. There was a small pond surrounded by lush green small farms; growing brinjals and corn.

There was a big mango tree around which some kids were playing game like we used to play out-out; vish-amrut and all; they didn't have the comfort of having nike, reebok or adidas to protect their small feet but were blessed with a lush green blanket of grass by mother earth. These kids had something which I no longer see in the kids in my apartment or for that matter in the city.
In the evening, by 6:30pm - 7:00pm the village was engulfed in the darkness; I know it would feel eerie to be at such a place with no lights; but there was something awesome happened which I guess I really miss these days. The kids were called out by the elders to be taken to a temple on the banks of the pond and the prayers started.

The exemplary thing was that almost complete village was in the temple and it was no special occasion; seemed to a routine for the people of the village; no wonder the ambiance of the place was so amiable. I was just sitting there as if lost having no strings attached with the outside world; was definitely at peace. The full moon that came up in the sky; completed the picture on the nature's canvas. Just imagine; a temple filled with common people, people with faith, moon shining in its complete glory, the trees waving due to the cool breeze and this is scenario is replicated in the waters of the lake. The scene was nothing but enchanting.

Against my all wishes, I had to leave the place to be back in the city filled with useless honking and screeching breaks. Sometimes when i remember this trip of mine I wonder, were we better in Stone Age than we are now?

Monday, May 03, 2010

Let Go


I met a saint on my way to the club
I looked at him, he gave back a stub
Not with his wrist, but with his eyes
It had a wondrous million skies

He snapped his fingers and gave a smile
I was staring at something all worthwhile
I asked where he had come from
He showed me west and I saw a storm

The winds blew recklessly and in tune
I had never seen them but in June
The saint seemed to control the affair
With his calm, serene and intense stare

I asked him what did he intend
He smiled and I couldn’t comprehend
He said,”Let go, all attempts are futile”
I stayed still, wondered what was so agile.

“The storm will blow away the leaves
The trees will stand the roots won’t heave
Shred the connections, let the memories remain
Just like the fragrance of mud after the rains”

I turned towards the west and gauged the scene
I wondered how far the horizon’s been
I thought would it be difficult to carry on?
I turned my sight and he was gone

I went to the club and had a drink
I realised the value of a person can never shrink
I decided to let go the connections so strong
And let the memories help me carry on





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