My Lil Garden

The balmy weather and my blooming flower plants helped me overcome my laziness and get out on the roof yesterday for the first time this year. And what a nice visit it was! I spent about an hour looking around, cleaning up the dead leaves from the rose plants and planting some jasmine shoots.




These flowers and their fragrance seem downright magical to me.

Just a Passing Thought :-)

Its been so long writing here.. My writing seems so fallow these days. Limited by emotions, I seem to be on the verge of quitting, a step from the end. Yet from somewhere, I get some hope, a vocal shout of support, a silent touch on my shoulder telling me not to give up, inspiring me to go on. These little things mean so much. Without them, my life doesn't seem to have any meaning :-)

Lets Get Drenched-

Today it Rained heavily. The smell of the wet earth, the sudden lush greenness that jumps out of its hiding, the rhythm of the rain drops, the umbrella flowers and raincoats, the dirty puddles of mud – rain has always been the very essence of life to me. I always wondered why can’t people just for a while get lost in the chaos and get drenched. May be, they are too much forgotten in their own life that they easily miss to see the bliss of beauty around them.


Once one of my friends asked “what’s so special about getting drenched in the rain?”


I was simply not able to find the right words to describe the feeling to her.

What happens to a kid when he is given such a lot of beautiful wrapped gifts that he is not able to decide what to open first? He would be bouncing with all the joy in the world. What happens to a congenitally blind guy (blind from birth) if he is given his sight? He simply wouldn’t have enough eyes to see all the loveliness in the world for the first time.


The same happens to me in the rain.


There cannot be any more poetism than the world in a shower. There cannot be any more a symbol of purity and virginity than the world after the dance of rain. The wet road gleaming inviting to the foot of the dreamer, the fallen flowers and leaves on them, a Picasso or Renault I would say and the blooming flowers in trees still dripping wet, the drenched walls with the water arts of rain on them, the willowy sun slowly blooming out, its rays so slant that it seems like its bowing to the rain’s performance, the air hugging you as it passes so pure in its earnestness like a kid saying to her parents her first learnt rhyme and finally like a girl so spontaneous in love that she blushes on seeing her guy, comes out the rainbow raining again on the spectators a plethora of colors.

Now again I to ask “Are you going to miss all this sitting in the monochromity of your home?”

May be you can enjoy the same rain from the safety of your home.

But hello….wait Am I hearing you right? Are you refusing first row stadium tickets to see your favorite star’s foot ball match to see the same on television? Dude you must be seriously nuts. Come on I am waiting……


“Let’s get drenched”

The Guidance --

The Snap-



The Fiction-


"Papa, He took my ball...... took my ball...."

The child came whining at the top of her unbroken virgin voice.

"It's your ball. Right??"

The six year old looked up at her father and nodded.

"So, What are you going to do about it??"

The sharp question put the child to silent thinking.

Her father just smiled.



Author's note-

A child is an individual with it's own thinking, capabilities and creative intuition. More often I come across parents who feed their children on what to do, rather than kindling their own child's problem solving quotient. In a culture like ours, where kids stay with the parent until almost they get married, I think parents guide their children a little too much.

After all, how many times have we heard parents saying- "I made all the decisions for her till now. I care for her. So wouldn't it be appropriate for me to find her a good suitor?"

Parenting is a gift, a bliss. To see a child make it's own mistakes, it's own choices and to take part of it's tears and laughs in it's life is a privilege in it's own right.

Of Humans and Humanity ~

The city-

A city that was found on the banks of the river Musi, A juxtaposition of the magnificence of the old and trendiness of the new. A city whose development in the last decade is not just astounding but mind boggling. A city that still reeks of a rustic charm with the edges of sophistication and refinement creeping in. A city that once courted the Nizams. A city where the beauty of the language Telugu flourishes along with lavishes of Urdu and Hindi added. The city of pearls, of lakes, of a climate red hot and of girls hotter than that. :D

A city which is my home from past 16 years -- Hyderabad.


The snap-


A chaotic hub of activity welcomed me when I arrived here, at the junction of Secunderabad one and a half month ago. The buzz of rushing human life played around me, always constant and engaging. A multitude of things that were being haggled over for better prices by both the seller and the customer.

Auto Rickshaw wallahs looking out for everyone and anyone coming from inside the junction for a prospective passenger. People with pale shirts clean and pressed rushing over to their destination unknown, offices probably to confront whatever the morning has prepared for them. Students with ties and a twinkle in their eyes hurrying past the milieu, their heavy bags lugging behind their backs. A few teens fooling around; A couple of men in lungis* sitting in front of closed shops reading the news papers; Buses, taxis, Autos and what not zooming past loaded with people and their early morning concerns; A haste of activity, An onslaught of life.

And as I stood there, a kid enthralled by the flurry of whats happening around him; I saw her.


She-

White wisps of hair; greying in the frays probably from the dust billowing from the road, dry and lifeless, a sad shine in it's last days in those old eyes, clothes beaten and faded; colors long forgotten, A face wrinkled blue more with the worry of hunger than of age, A poor old women looking around for someone who would be her savior today; giving her a few coins; winning her today's bread.





And of all those people who moved past her in haste or of even those just loafing around, nobody seem to even notice her. They were too lost in the maze of their own life that they have just become a bit too immune to see the pain and sufferings that's at their door steps.

As I stood there waiting for my bus, I really wanted to see someone help out that frail figure of an old lady. But alas, even though the explosion of activity increased ceaselessly along with the trickle of time and the blooming of the sun, nobody, not even one seemed to mind her. The hunger in her eyes,her dry, parched lips, the streaks of her tears; dried.

A lost soul amongst a million lost souls.

Humans if needed may learn to eat humans to live. But can we be called humans then?

A few more moments crawled by. The lady lost all her hope that she will get to eat something today and sat down with hunched shoulders trying to bear another day of her drab life.

May be I was destined to buy the lady her morning food. I smiled to myself. Quite a destiny.

I gave the lady some money and asked her to go and eat. She looked at me with those silver eyes with mixed emotions. I moved away before she could thank me.

After all, I was just trying to salvage the reminder of the humanism and kindness in my heart & for that, sorry but you don't really need thanks.



Author's note--

This post is but what I felt when I looked at that poor lady & by no means, do I credit the city for the plight she was in.

And Guys, I am having quite a time in here in Hyderabad. Will soon post about my wanderings and experiences here. :)

The Colour of Silence

Thriving Across,
Hopes Of an uncertain nature,
Entertaining wisdom!

Compassing the stillness,
Operating in a vacuum,
Languishing in a cerebrum,
Of a serenity bestowed,
Requisite to a tranquil state!
Observant to the peace,
around,
Fluttering the beings!

Speechless in communication,
Insistence on a quiet,
Lullabies of the heart,
Endearing and escalating,
Notably stitching a different rhyme,
Comprehending a bond,
Enchantingly formed in the silence of forever.....!!!

Durga Puja '09

Today is the last day of Durga puja'09.
'Pandal hopping has been the way of life' during the puja days for most of the people in
eastern India, especially Bengal(irrespective of bengalis, non-bengalis and their religions).

Everything comes in huge variety at this time of the year, starting from the decorations of Maa durga idol :), the variety of materials used by the puja committees to make their pandals(where the deities are kept and worshipped and people visit them after standing in long long queues for hours..) ranging from wood, clothes ,paper packets, mirrors,tabla,bamboo sticks,conchs and sea shells, bricks,marble,ceramics, plaster of Paris,bottles anything and everything that comes in human imagination.

But the days of Pujas are for pure fun and enjoyment. It looks as if the city is filled with joy,colors, lights and sumptuous delicacies has stored all its energies and enthusiasms for this time of the year only.

For me, its the time when I sleep long long hours after pandal-hopping for several hours, (though there are only a few pandals in hyderabad..they try their best to create the aura of the Kolkata fiesta)
having all the foods I want (having Biriyani and khichudi for consecutive days forgetting those extra kilos.....hehehhe lol).

Well this puja, I went for an outing with friends to Srisailam as well and it was a gr8 fun.
Another year of festival came to an end with today's Vijayadashami. Wishing all my friends and family many many more colorful and joyous Durga puja in the coming years.

Asche Bochor Abar Hobe :)

P.S: Subho Bijoya To all.