Stupid Cupid!!

It was a beautiful Summer dawn...The sun waking up with its hazy rays streching out.The birds yawning wide to welcome the day.The trees swaying as the happy winds race through gently...

He wakes up to see
the angry face of hers
She drops a dish intentionally
and starts out to curse

The tiny pup,barely days old,hops n runs about, as its tiny booty oscillates."She'll grow up to win just too many hearts", the mommy dog thinks as she looks with pride at her Little Princess

"why would you even think
of moving your lazy butt?
so long as you just eat and drink
we'll never grow out of this hut"

The ants marching along the corners of the walls...those two cozy anties there,rubbing their weeny noses and exchanging "my apple pie-my sugar berg" looks and parting at once in total anonymity...

"Stop your usual song
and stand by me for once
I agree I was totally wrong
but I had to quit that dunce"

The indecent intimacy they shared made the she pigeon blush."he has a wierd beak...but what the heck,he's a rare find"..true.it isn't everyday that one finds someone who can make u fall in love wid yourself.

"Dont you blame my bro
for your faults inborn
he just wanted you to grow
and you quit!you dim moron!!"

The dew drop that was jamming on top of the baby leaf,lost balance and glided through the loaded breeze to emerge into the pond with a surprise filled "tip"...she just found her "other drop!"

"oh yea!You are always right!
and true,I'm a ne'er do well
but your freaking lust to fight
will sure drag you to hell!!"

The flower was almost on the wane,as the bee was unusually late.The breeze tried to calm her down but it was only the sight of the bee that made her glow encore.he came-She saw- He conqured!!

"Oh!!Hell??? That's where I live;
and I'm no witch to whine
I just dont like the reasons you give
for not finding a job thats 'fine' "

The chicks giggled as the mommy hen woke up with sheer panic and looked shocked and lost as the rooster dadda stealthily picked her back to wake her up!The mommy sulked as she registered that the chicks were in the act too!Dadda runs after her...

"It's not like I've been so forever
and its not long until I win.
thought we'd deal with this together
now I realise how wrong I have been..."

She swallowed a lump of guilt,but the next one was ready to be swallowed,and the knots kept on forming.He now understood what exactly she meant everytime she said "You are very clumsy with your words".His eyes shut in regret and he let out a deep sigh.The tap stopped watering the dishes and her eyes took over the job.

"ok.I didn't mean it that way
but I'm equally worried
I just want to let the past go
but you dig up what for me is buried"

" I have always been by you
and the rest you know as well
I just pray these days are few
and that you-you too end up in hell!!"

He, as always, took time to get there.She loved the look on his face everytime she would say smthing quick and he would go blank trying to de-code the shot.He looked away,smiling and shaking his head in disbelief.He loved her wit.She loved that priceless look on his face which read " Wait!!Dont get mad...I need time to understand"...Her hands were soapy,so he wiped away her wet nose...The soap now transferred onto his shirt!Stupid Cupid!

kutty crypto anybody??

well...for all those that have completed my first attempt at crypto with the previous post "Not your fault", here goes another kutty verse.I have deliberately excluded the usage of punctuation marks and other rules, so it takes AT LEAST five minutes to solve this starter!!and for the ones that promptly misplace paper cryptos,this must help you out!(different versions welcome!)

fb ybat nf v jnag gb ybir
v nz obhaq ol jverf bs terrq
v nz gelvat gb evfr nobir
gb or jvyyvat gb gnxr gur ibj-gung
v funyy yvir jvgubhg univat gb cyrnq

words of wisdom form the classic chienne 2!!!( A title showered on me by a friend of mine,rajitha!)...

the (k)night's untied...

You proved worthy of the trust
that I in You had sown.
when in the morning's mist
and as the sun and earth kissed,
just Your thots I'd adorn.

You kept your word at it
and didn't step out of there
where I had locked you strict
so I could live a bit
until we hit our pair.

I'm done with one whole day
of keeping Your thots well tied.
and now as the silence reigns
and as the shadows fade
I dare to unlock the door wide.

You descend with a mighty right
like You were born to live
in my thoughts black or white
with no reasons to cite
or no barter to give!

And still You're always welcome
coz its an angel I'm hosting
Satan's very own tantrum
has found himself a nice home
and no waters is He testing.

(i dint hav to whine
until You stay where I put You,
coz it's not a long time
until I come to Your rescue.)

Now, at the first touch of grey
in the sky above so bright
the thoughts that were at bay
are shot from everywhere
I retire to the Ruler of the night...

The distance of our thots,
the silence of this route,
the peace between the knots,
are they plotted by the gods?
or are we designed to refute???

Duas at patny...

Patny signal.
110 seconds more.
11.30 AM
moi, im in this auto (thanx to the early morning drama the grand old bike had to throw at me), very joyfully floating across the thought of crossing the b-e-a-t-i-f-u-l stretch of hussainsagar...idyll...idylll...idllll....
100 seconds.
He approaches me in a very steady pace.He (just like me) remembers pretty well how many times i have escaped him, by just a fraction of a second(timely green signals,i tell you!).I try to sport the bestest 'sod-off-i'm-so-indifferent-to-your-obvious-presence-'look (with a raised eyebrow).He stays there, right palm upwards at about 30 cm distance from me.I now sport the 'ok.i'm trying hard to ignore you.don't distract me'look.damn!i gulped as well.Now he knows i'm just pretending.
75 seconds.
he starts,
"amma aur bava acche rehte.bhai, behen ek dum mast!tum log alag hai;hum logon ko qaali dua dena hi aatha.tum paddhaai ki fikar mat karo.top class!ladka aatha ab,mast jodi hungi.humaarku shaadi waadi nahi hoti naa amma,is vaasthe dua karte tum logon ke liye.kya bhi dethe, diyo."
50 seconds
i dared to look up at him.Pink and white saree+matching blouse(reminded me of one of satya paul's creation i got see on tv!), black skin,green and maroon bangles,vermillion bottu,bell-shaped ear rings,a lovely satchel,straight face,well done eyebrows,rouge spread all over the face ,a lipstick 2-3 shades darker than the one on his face,a string of pearl around his not-so-feminine neck,and the look of 'the ball is in your court'.
i choose to observe all this yet remain indifferent.The glance could have lasted for not more than two seconds.then his hand extended to being 3 cm away from mine.One long hair on his hand was almost touching my hand.I murmur something, which he denies and stands there fixedly.I articulate properly next, he doesn't budge.The scooterist next to me gives me sympathetic looks.The auto wallah staring so hard from the mirror i thought his eyes would go out of order any moment.
30 seconds.
He repeats the same set of 'duas' again so i know what are all the benefits i will beget by giving him 'whatever i wish to give'.
10 seconds.
now, he's actually touching me and is getting closer by the second.
I am sporting the 'hehe!i'll be gone in 10 seconds look'.
8 seconnds.
This guy panics as i try to budge his hand off mine, coz the signal now reads 5 seconds.
the auto starts.i begin to let out a deep sigh coz the auto will move in 2 seconds.
yipeeee!!!go go GOOO!!!!!
hello??auto uncle??green signal???GO DAMN IT!!!!!
The autowallah was so busy staring into the mirror, that he gave a solid 2 seconds time for this fellow to jump and sit into the auto.thisss close to me!!im panicking.the auto is moving."stop the auto in a corner damn!!!".Done.
auto stops.this guy is holding on to the auto so we wont ditch him!!smartass!I'm digging into my huge bag.Now this guy goes,
"dus pe ek maarke do amma!"
yea right!Take my wallet sweety!(thankfully it had only 60 bucks,then!hehe!)I did and dig, finally there shines this kadak ten ka note.I hate giving away crisp notes!!!"no, look arournd.dispose all the change you have..."i say myself.dig dig dig!faster!he's getting sooo close!!damn!!!
Aaaah!!Finally!A less crisp note with four 25 paise coins.I give it away like he deserved it more than i needed it!Yea rite!!Just let him get down and i'll kill the auto guy later for his absent mindedness!he finally gets off and actually touches my head with one more special offer dua!
" tumhare bacche bahot khoobsoorat rehte amma.tum dekho!"
Im like "what??I couldn't care less how my kids look, so long as they aren't as dumb as me to give away 11 bucks to get rid of a smartass eunuch that manipulated me into falling for his senti touch!!"
Damn!I missed the sight of tank bund, coz of this wierd thingy!I have done this before as well.I fall for all such shitty 'duas' by just another mortal.It can also be a normal gesture to 'help' the poor.But what bugs me is that I kind of have this feeling that they mean it when they say such stuff,like they really wish me well!Is something like 'i'm so stupid, i trust everybody' written all over my face??or is it just that I need to get a little more immune to such attacks??Or does the whole world work that way-"i'll wish you well, and you do what you can do to help me out"??Or is it me thats reading too much into a matter that can pass off as a 'part and parcel of life??whatever it is, he couldn't possibly know what for me is a 'dua' or how i define 'ek dum mast' and 'mast jodi' or 'top class' or 'khoobsoorat bacche'.Man!I'm so naive!No,wait!may be I'm just so unwilling to learn...

MY IDUMBA- THE SISTER (F)ACT...

After a real long time i had the opportunity to cry, yesterday.Why? Well...much that i hate to say this, I have started to miss my dumbass capricorn sista!My eyes do swell up quite often, for itsy bitsy reasons.But this was "tear"fulll...
Mom kept telling me that she missed vids from the very next day that she left, and i only consoled her (giggling within myself at her melodramatic maternal instincts), and pulled her along. I swear i didnt think I would miss her as much as i realise i do now.As in, i did feel empty for the first two-three days, but this is inexplicable.
I realise how mom feels, although i still laugh at her at times.I understand that i can, as well, be prone to tears for something as silly as this.I guess it is plainly because of the fact that she and I, began having fun only in the last few months.
The never-ending shoppings, the yellings, the fights,the giggles,the glances of "I'm gonna miss you" occasionally, the cooking sessions,the bitchings about our 'near and dear" ones, the checking-out "stuff",
the fun we had!!!
I can't wait to stand outside the loo with a handfull of water waiting for her to open the door and 'splash' it on her face, and the way she'd burst into laughter!She never even tried to discover the fact that I am as easily tickled as she is!But,at times i was scared she would stop breathing coz she laughed so hard!I am lonely now, whenever there comes a time when i would tell to myself that 'i will not carry on this, with my children'as mom does/says something unpleasant.It was she that started this tradition!I really admired the ease with which she tackled certain problems, even as she indulged in those precarious pleasures that came along in the life of a 'sociable' 21 yr old.I have stopped kneading dough coz i don't get those compliments no longer as to how well chapathis turn out when i knead the dough.
I wish she were here, so i could tell her that i miss her all the more coz it's only now, that i have so much more to share with her.Now, that i have become the official owner of our dokku bandi, i will need her advice as to how to tackle the tantrums it throws when least expected.I realise she didnt always over-do the act of complaining about the obsolete bike!I hate to be like this, but then she sure is my darling old sissy.I realise now how cruel i have been at times,when we would have a biting argument over some trivial issue and how we would dig up each others most personal and painful episode to get back at each other.You would ,at most instances, come to sort it out, and i would just exacerbate it by stinging you again.But it was never meant to be that way.It was so, only coz u would dig up things i would love to forget and bury.I have been pretty insensitive when it came to solving issues, and i am growing up to accept my idiocy.
You are a bitch and i am but your sister!But the little caring doggy within you is what i miss the most.Three years fly by quickly so you return back home and so i fly away somewhere far, giving you the chance to write to me something as cloying as this!Love you,idumba!

MORE STATEMENTS TO PONDER ABOUT

Hmm.Updates from “Ma Vie”. Pretty comforting to know, that Ma Vie is already inundated with ‘priceless’ words, spoken by priceless peeps!! And then there are those words that stare into your eyes, conveying exactly what is obvious. Few profound one’s mocking at you to dig deep, deep, and deeper to understand the actual meaning! Others, having relative meanings, depending on how bright the lights of your brain glow. So, this is how ‘Ma Vie’ works. You speak (sense), Ma vie records!!
Anyway, I have to begin this post with the teeny wise words of my ‘former’ student Niharika-the Gemini. Usual after tuitions, teenage talk-time and this lady vomits these words completely out of no where! She goes,
“Divya man…Nothing seems to surprise me now-a-days; nothing at all!!!”
It can easily pass off as just another sentence if you choose to evade its not-so-obvious depth. I mean, it isn’t often that things take us by surprise, right? Most things that we experience has already been experienced, read about, seen, written about, and so the element of surprise is just so priceless to us now…

Poof! Now comes Mr. Karl Marx himself. I am so sure a couple of my ‘witty’ friends can relate to this principle of Marx (sad I can’t include his zodiac!)
“Merciless criticism of everything existing.”
Ahem…with all due respect, I guess with two and more decades of life on earth anybody would resort to this kind of a principle, right??

Third comes yd. Well, I could have put this piece as the first one, but then I don’t wish to be called ‘biased’ no!! So, this title given to me by Ms. Aquarius herself, thoroughly satisfies my leonine traits!!
“You are like a tequila shot!!”
Ahem…neither of us can claim to know the spice of tequila shot in reality. But then, we all know how it works right! So like that, I, at times, pep her up and beget such priceless titles! Boy!! What more could a Leo ask for!

Well…No matter how filmy the following episode sounds, it did happen to me! Here’s this totttal tapori kid (around 11-12 years of age) skating around the Maha apartment of ours, bossing over the oh-so-obedient mortals playing about and guiding the people who get lost in our huge apartment. This oldie comes up to me and asks me to guide him to this Mr.Rahiman. A name unheard?? Nah...Such a soul did not exist in the complex. I informed him that nobody of that name lived in any of the 120+ houses there. He wanted to leave but stayed back to chat up with an 11 yr old kid! We would have spoken for like 30 minutes or so and suddenly this chap goes
“ jaane ka hai beta…aapke jaise aur bahot logon se milna hai, unko bhi zindagi sikhana hai. Yeh ek baat yaad rakho saab, is dil ko kaaboo mein rakho.aapki hogi saari duniya…iske harkathon se anjaan hi raho beta…”
Obviously as an 11 yr old, I just giggled and went on skating. Now it intrigues me night and day. For all you know he could be some psycho family-reject, who goes about saying such stuff to kids, but it didn’t come across that way. May be he was some seer who could foresee my future and compass my ‘inconsolable needs’ and had come to warn me before hand. Jokes apart, this bloke still haunts me big time. Mocking at me every time I am bitten, warning me every time I am gonna be…

One of the many ‘old’ friends I have, this Gemini can never get enough of ‘kidding’ around! Roeheat, comme tu as voulu, tu as maintenant un blog (pas entière) mais for the time being, c’est suffisant. Yeah…so almost anything this fella says could go into Ma vie. (Not all for their sensibility though!) So, here’s what he’s got to say when we were discussing the lyrics of a not-so-knightly song
“Chivalry and equality cannot exist together. If you want chivalry, then accept that you aren’t equal. You want to be equal, don’t expect chivalry. Only of the two is offered.”
Wah Wah!!Much that I would love to negate that, I have to applaud! Who ever thought chivalry sprouted from a condescending outlook rather than, from respect.
How about this…
“By constantly agreeing with me, you leave no scope for further discussion. So don’t always agree with me!!”
Dude! When I agree-I agree, when I don’t I just shut up. At least then, that was the case. But this piece of your mind surely has taught me more than what it literally means. Looks like a subtler version of Bob Marley’s ‘stand up for your rights’!!

Aaah! How could I miss out on this! Kedar, the Piscean ‘old’ friend of mine whose “scheming” tricks are invincible, and is perfect(??) in dealing with damsels in distress (as he puts it)! But this was definitely one of your best, man!! Hats off!
“Democracy is like a wife of 15 yrs. You can’t love her afresh, and it’s too late to start hating her…”
I mean, yeah! At once convincing and controversial. Can’t wait to see Swe’s reaction to that… (Gotta warn you Mr.), but this surely was something!

Paulo Coelho sahib. Too much. Now, that’s what I would call a statement to ‘ponder’ about. Ripped off the pages of The Alchemist, this statement induces a never before dose of trust in the otherwise paranoid me…
“When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it”…
I guess I have to leave it there to retain its beauty.

Back to the wise lady I know…I have been thinking this over for a long long time now, though I haven’t come up with something to support it, I don’t, at least, totally deny it.
She believes that,
“For any bond to click, you need to be worth each other…”
Worth as in…worth each other’s sensitivity, sensibility, vulnerability, compassion, trust, ideals, expectations, wisdom, naïveté, passion, blah blah blah…

Well…somehow, the art of making statements and the people who practice this art, the two are just fading away…at least from my sight:-D…And the ones that are hyped about, given all kinds of titles and called unnecessarily the Pop of our country make anything but statements…Double standard beeps! Ahem…ok…As I was saying, the Pop (Hell! I would so love to add another letter there!!!) of our nation, perhaps could claim to have made just one stupidly interesting statement… “I don’t ask others to do things, that I can’t do myself”…
Never mind…I’ll give him his space! And hope more and more people that are smart enough to get into Ma Vie, get in touch with me…After all what is life but for pondering about the statements uttered by some dope ( at times some egghead) and making sense out of it…(which he/she would never have thought about making!!)…

The same old story...

What makes you unlike,
the thorn i had bred?
What keeps you away,
from the hell i had embraced?
What dreams do you sell,
that i have not yet suffered?
What pains do you shower,
that has never breezed my way?
What tears do you promise,
that i have not yet worn?
The same old hopes,
and endless wishes.
The same old dreams,
and seeming chances.
The same old tricks,
and poisoned joys...
The same old story
of an eternal wait...

German fun!!

Oh boy!! Was it fun or what!! It’s an entirely different story that my legs refused to put one step further at the very sight of the ever so inviting cushiony bed!! The day brought me in contact with a variety of things. It made me more aware of how I react to certain circumstances, people, attitudes and it also gifted me with lots of new friends, enlightenments about the German lifestyle (at least a little) and of course the German food!!
Well…Being one among the many volunteers, I reached the German center at around 9.15 AM on the bright (later sweltering) Saturday morning. We were to celebrate the 15 years of German unification which falls on the 3rd of October. Since Saturday appeals more than a Monday does, the occasion was to be celebrated in advance. Decked up in the tee that the volunteers had chosen to sport on the day, we had started to finish up with all the last moment teeny weenie works! The few of us in charge of the food stall that was to be set up, started out with teeming up the table cloths, checking which design claimed more attention and which one seemed sober and mum, rejoicing on gaining the approval of the professor when his/her match was okayed!
Dot 10.30 as scheduled the program started, with a short speech by the director, Mrs. Amitha Desai followed by the few moments utter anticipation as the chief guest Mr.Narsingh Rao, adorned the canvas that was hung up against a wall to paint his views on the theme. Then as the junta came and went and as we served them the exotic German delicacies (partially hand made by Frau.Kapoor and partially ordered), the amount of fun we had was immeasurable! We went on incessantly with the hard core banter, teasing the hell out of each other. Betting our lives at having a blast and not worry about the otherwise prominent exhaustion surrounding us. Guess the black tee added to the quagmire, in union with the seemingly generous “surya”!!!
Being located in a building with more than one government offices, the German center (at least the food dept!) enjoyed the presence of a few really “poker faced” customers!! They relieved all their life long frustration of not being able to discover other cultures due to their monotonous work schedules on “young discoverers” by snatching the coupons, being a wee bit cranky and similar stuff. But our fun attitude didn’t budge an inch. We infact had a blast over that as well. Here comes this man, dressed in a white shirt with a crisp satin of crimson red “shimla guthka”, along with his partner. They make their order and as they await their source of joy, discuss and debate among themselves, speaking the native tongue of Andhra, conveniently assuming none of us aboard spoke or understood the language, as to whether we (hard core Indian students of the German center) were Germans who flew down for the occasion or were Germans settled in India!!The look on their “badly exploited by government” faces was worth a million bazillion dollars, when I served them their order with the bestest of smiles I could sport, followed by the words “idigOndi mee apfel strudel, inka mee potato salad. Mee fruit punch akkadnunchee teeskondee”….Boy… The occasional pieces of Mozart’s undeniable magic, playing in the interiors of the center,(our stalls were very thoughtfully placed outside to allure the not-so-informed lot!) came as a strong source of relief and joy to me!
Then came the turn of the cute little kiddos(yes, for once “ I ” am NOT the kiddo!!!), who very gingerly approached the stalls with a fat wallet (nice to live with parents!), in two minds as to which pleasure to taste first! We used all our marketing strategies (on kids!!!!!!!) to sell one portion of everything (not like all kids fell for our “polished skills!).
Ahem!I can’t claim to have known their names ( the German stuff we were selling) any earlier than a week ago, but all the same we kind of smiled every time an (ignorant??)Indian (who wasn’t a part of the German center) approached the food counter asking for a biscuit/biskoot/biskeet (for the apfel strudel), even worse raitha ( for the potato salad)…Then goes the explanation era, where in we would very diligently explain to the inquisitive soul what it was made of and what it was called!
The day went on like that, until around seven we wound up the stalls. The happenings inside the center were also almost over, now that the movie had also reached the end! We stripped the tables off their (once-so-called) covers. All the superfluous items were sent back to the supermarket. The chairs were arranged. And the menial tasks that the volunteers and the staff very proudly did in union! We hanged around to render the last dose of our otherwise low-running energy level to the unanimous “hurray” that we were all supposed to yell when the three cheers were offered to all the “deserving candidates”!!!
I can assert without fear of being haunted by guilt that being a part of annny association or organization is one of the best ways to have the element of educative fun in life. Especially when you are a part of more than one association, you are bound to become an addict of straining your facial muscles with the eternal smile (occasionally because of a sadistic pleasure too!!!) This day is surely going to be bejeweled with the choicest of gems in my priceless book of truly “treasured” memories!