Wednesday, December 22, 2010

As the time ends, tum hi batao ki...

22 December, for some reason, has been a special date in my life... many important events have taken place on this date.

Last year, on this day, I had my thesis seminar... and immediately before that, a final communication, a lot of pain, crying, and also a new determination...

One year hence, life has a new meaning altogether... ab tum hi batao naa -

घर नया कपड़े नये बर्तन नये
इन पुराने कागज़ों का क्या करें

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

aadmi ho ki brass band

Saying that marriage changes many things in a man's life is stating the obvious. However, beyond the obvious and obviously visible changes, there are a thousand plus one things that change even more.

For example, for the first time in my life, I snore in my sleep as usual but listen the complaining echo of those in all my waking hours. If I pick my nose, I have to wash my hands 'with soap' and I cannot scratch... you know... anywhere!! And for the first time in my life, my towels have to be changed before they get dirty and the same tee-shirt cannot be worn for two days. I don't even understand what is the point in bathing without getting dirty and that too at least twice daily.

I am also learning that only two bedsheets are not enough for a decent living and three sets of curtains are actually the bare necessity. Now there are more doormats in the house than doors and windows combined and also more categories of dustbins than the number of elements in the periodic table. There are two categories of brooms, three types of dusters, two vipers, three buckets, four mugs, one laundry bag, four types of soap, three types of shampoo, three types of washing powder, four types of combs, five types of hand towels, three types of kitchen napkins, and even four categories of toilet paper.

And it doesn't end here. Earlier, there was one cupboard, one bed, one washing machine, and an electric kettle in my complete home sweet home. But now....!!! Now there is one extra-large cupboard, one double-door cupboard, one small cupboard, two shoe-racks, three bean-bags, two extra mattresses, eight bedsheets, six cushions, four pillows, one carpet, two rugs, six chairs, one center table, one TV table, one study table, one study chair, one TV, one refrigerator, one gas stove, one water purifier, some 18 categories and 89 kind of utensils totaling 479 so far... and yet, the home is incomplete because there is a perpetual shopping list.

I mean isn't it too much to bear that I can't even fart in my bed... not even in my room. And if one day I go to 'pakistan' (come on... you know it means that daily morning trip everybody takes) when her highness is anywhere on the same floor, I am given a lecture about the 23 distinct sounds I make with every sentence beginning with - "aadmi ho ki brass-band".

P.S. - Most of the things written above are exaggeration for that extra humor effect.
P.P.S. - I had to add the P.S. above to save my life.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

फ़ुर्सत के फ़ितूर...

I'm in Delhi today. And I can repeat this sentence tomorrow and day after as well. I'll be attending a conference tomorrow onwards so had to land up in the city which I have loved, hated, loved, hated, and so on... Perhaps the harsh memories associated with Delhi are too diluted by time... and that reminds me that Mumbai, Ahmedabad, Bangalore, Malaysia, and many more places are yet to redeem themselves.

So I am here in Qutub institutional area, somewhere near JNU. Probably North Campus of DU is nearby. I'm glad that South Campus is far away.... O-Oh.... here it comes... nothing is too diluted by time. That day is still alive inside me with all its sunshine.

Have to go to the conference dinner in the evening and thanks to that, I have had some leisure time after so long. Had a nice siesta and heard some good old songs. Done with ironing clothes too- five shirts, two trousers, two ties, and a blazer (yes, I have a long trip coming and a load of wrinkled clothes). Some two more hours of life at hand... perhaps a good opportunity to look up and correct some of my incomplete poems. Or may be I can write diary - have not written anything since July.

O-Oh.... here it comes again... Perhaps, I should do just nothing in order to avoid such dangerous things like poetry, diary writing, thinking etc. After all, all of this will turn the train of time back and I will start crumbling again. I am taking my baby steps in a new life and I want to live with no baggage of history... That is why I had decided to start afresh - from a place where there was no past, no burden, no obligation. Perhaps I should also quit blogging in order to stop visiting those places. Perhaps I should also be dead... like everybody else.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010


Constructing an ideal world within one's mind and comparing it with the existing world leads to a state of mind that is called Weltschmerz. It is a German word and I wonder how this time another word in another language comes to define life for me.

Once upon a time it was Koyaanisqatsi - meaning "life out of balance", a word in Hopi language of Aztecs of Arizonian desert and much before, it was Adios Amigos, Spanish for bidding adieu to friends.

I also remember Gokurousama - "Thank you for your troubles" in Japanese. Well...!!

These days, Time is the only thing I find as the biggest constraint and hence most precious too. As a direct consequence, I have been away from writing. However, I have not been away from thinking. In fact, this is a high tide time in thinking ocean. Once this tide settles and the ocean of thought pacifies, I plan and hope to be more disciplined with my time and more regular in writing here, there, and everywhere... but till then, let us live with koyaanisqatsi and with Weltschmerz. Gokurousama!!


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