Of all the finer things in life..

titles ~ unimportant

2010-12-15T07:58:00.000-08:00

Scratched price tags on the gifts you receive~ scream that a price was paid

Orange peels ~ for sweet revenges

Suicide ~ knowing that you can end your life anytime you want to. just the knowing ~ such a solace

Unstamped WinnieThePooh stamps on the handwritten letters you receive ~ first cutest

Live cricket matches ~ anytime. all for the mexican waves that die only after 5 whole rounds.and the sun-like floodlights

Takeshi's castle ~ must-enter

Darts and dart boards ~ with each dart you shoot, the bitchiness of life reduces. significantly

Funny videos ~ one of your wishes too is to die after you choke on laughter and tummy ache watching these?

Guys who watch jerry&tommy with nieces and nephews quarter their age and laugh as hard as the 8 year olds~ anytime. second cutest

Magnifying glasses, slingshots, big huge globes, harmonicas, sand timers, compasses ~ must-owns

Sanity ~ difficult to maintain

Pebbles on the streets ~ must-kicks

Tildes ~ lovely.lovely curves ~

Simple Things

2009-03-08T06:46:00.000-07:00

Simple things meant a lot to me,

When I was not aware of my destiny.

I realised one day

That I was meant to make hay,

And to my utter dismay

I only made "Hay"

Simple things ceased to exit,

They were only in my memory.

Amidst the din of the cacophony

I lost the life's eternal symphony

Simple things meant a lot to me.

Simple things should mean a lot to me

But I think they have been running from me.

I hunt for them, I crave for them

Only to realise how I lost their company.

Simple things mean a lot to me

And I think that is the epiphany.

The Beast and the Beast

2009-03-01T05:00:00.000-08:00

I was walking on the shore,with her hand in mine...the sea waves were blissfully sweeping sand off my feet.... the horizon seemed nearer..the sky closer...i could see the tides kiss the shore each time further and further.... as if beseeching it to join them..I looked at her.Her gaze was vacant, fixed at some far away coconut groves.Her other hand held her sandals...was swinging casually...as if she held a bunch of flowers....she slightly jerked her head to push those naughty strands near her lips, back.There must be a word to describe her poise... i thought...there must be a word to describe her for me at that moment....and somebody whispered

ELEGANT....

We drifted a little deeper...let her knees touch the clear blue water.her demeanour was as mysterious as the depths of the mighty presence we were near..My heart as tumultuous as the tempest brewing somewhere far....

Just like the proverbial out of the blue...

I stopped.she as oblivious as always,was stopped when her hand held tightly pulled her back.

She looked.No emotions...Just a glance.

I knelt in front of her held her hand in front of my lips,looked up..in her eyes..daring the depths..and said

"I Love You"

She looked and now i know, not at me.. there was a gentle smirk while she said....

"It's not deep enough."

2008-09-26T23:44:00.000-07:00

*    Spit bubbles
*    Jedi maNNu and Kappe goodu
*    Sharaap-current,Lagori,Mysore ball
*    Pa bhaashe [ Nipingu gopotta?]
*    Cork balls made out of Katti kaayi which felt moist to touch and smelled finely raw;and the sound that came when one felt its stickiness by clasping the fingers tight and releasing them
*    Dinga and phakru of Balamangala; Tantri,Suppandi and Shikari Shambhu of Tinkle
*    Peeling fevicol out of fingers
*    The balloon-mama who used to add a li'l sooji into the balloon and stretch the elastic till we feared it would tear off,before blowing air into it
*    Clapping hands onto the ears and letting it go to experience the "Doppler effect" in noisy classrooms when the class teacher's out and the class leader is desperately adding plusses[+] in front of the names written on the black-board
*    Ajji pukka
*    GaaLipata & its baalangochi
*    Empty match boxes & the minchu-huLa

Food Food Everywhere, not a Morsel to eat

2008-09-15T04:47:00.000-07:00

The finest part of life was when I had breakfast at Mylari, lunch in a 'Darshini", evening snack in "GTR" and Dinner at Paras or some KD road restaurant!
The best part of life was when I ate Rotti for morning breakfast, Dali Toya(Dal for the non Konkani guys) Chakkuli and Cha for evening snacks and Dali toya again for dinner!

Enough of good things in Life!

The bad things start when you have bread for breakfast, rotten Maida rotis for lunch, oil dipped (in fact oil spilling) pooris for (free evening)"snacks" and to salvage some pride eat good food at home(If at all you are staying at home!)

Of silence

2008-08-08T10:16:00.000-07:00

Lazily humming the tune of 'Woh chup rahey tho mere dil ke daag jalte hain..',i look at the stars from over the terrace..
The song suddenly catches my attention..that one line- '....khamoshiyon se tho dil aur dimaag jalte hain..'..and i smile as my thoughts shift towards you....your silence..

I know your silence as very well as i know your jaunty talks..
Sushruth[whom i know only thru his blog posts] writes about deafening silence in his post..of silence that's never silent enough..
I shake my head..it isn't that..it's not noisy...it's neither protesting nor accusing..

It is never awkward..never intrusive...Only dormant.

sweet nothings

2008-07-31T08:54:00.000-07:00

i know u long enough to remember your surname..and yet i find myself saying why didnt we meet earlier...i dont think too much about you..but just enough to wonder if you liked that movie as much as i did.. i fondly recollect you searching for me..walking with hurried steps to catch up with me..that innocent glee on your face...
may be we will part our ways as usual..may be we will hold on a little longer..
whatever..the pleasure is mine....

Its all about the country side..

2008-07-21T10:14:00.000-07:00

Of long rides and big noisy gangs of boys...
of the watery destinations and lies told to mum,
between saving money and spending times our choice
risk to life and limb some say , oh come get some!

its not about the source or the destination,
its not about the "Daring youth of the nation"
Its not about the thunder of your bike, don't be so gung-ho,
Its all about the journey by the countryside bro...

its only the journey...its about where all you go!!!

Purple HAZE

2008-07-20T01:58:00.000-07:00

Standing on top of school buses on rainy july afternoons....waiting for all the teachers to pass thorough.....bullying younger kids to shut their mouths....begging the bus driver to wait for a few more minutes....all this just to pluck delicious, mouth watering, purple coloured jamoons off trees.....your pallet is confounded with a multitude of tastes....sour...sweet..bitter...and above all....a sensation in your mouth that you can't name.....and of course...the wonderful purple colour of you tounge.....
The tastes on my pallet are the same even now, when i buy jamoons off the roads.But even a unripe jammon tasted much more delicious when i used to pluck them off trees....

Deafening Silence

2008-06-17T11:09:00.000-07:00

I know u were here, even if sometimes u choose not to tell me,

u think u left no trace,
ahh..only if u knew what rush of sweetness still lingers by,

u tread softly..but ur anklets roar in me,

u whisper, i listen aloud,

u breathe, the melody stirrs me,

u lower your gaze coyly, i see the raw seething,

u fake courtesy,i bear the snub,

u smile,but u forget i can see through.

of all the finer things in life,my love... u r the finest.

Sleep and the city...

2008-06-13T22:44:00.000-07:00

Rough friday night. 2 am and lumpy, glowing snow pounds at window. Wooden floor-boards creak and echo. Glass catches breathing fog, watches icy wind pepper skin. Dead white quiet. A shivering snuggle into warm duvet, sheets leading upto toasty dreams. It's a happy november weekend!

ALilu

2008-06-02T08:41:00.000-07:00

It's not about the mango tree in our backyard nor about its mangoes,it's about the li'l squirrel relishing it.
:)

The first SIN

2008-05-17T23:42:00.000-07:00

Black as the devil, Hot as hell,
Pure as an angel, Sweet as love.

Why...??

2008-05-17T08:26:00.000-07:00

Being the fuss most of us are about food, drink, clothes and almost about everything other thing, the thought of appreciating the finer things in life is always lost on us. That unknown girl's face, that strangers smell, that perfume which left a faint odor, that child's laugh, that small cup of coffee which cures any headache......this blog is like an ode to these things we experience and forget. This is a blog to appreciate the subtlety in all that is there.
And as all ways, people can join in on this blog and put up their posts.