My fourbit for Now

Anjaam-e-wafaa na mila, kya hoga
Ilaaj shouk-e-bemaari ka kya hoga

Bas ab hi mein rahe to kya kum rahe
Kal mein kya tha, kal mein naya kya hoga

Ilm-e-taqdeer se bhala kya hoga
Kal jo hoga, so hoga, kya hoga

Ab hai, aur kuch nahi hai, ye jaan kar asvi,
Phir ye lage hai, ke yun hoga kya hoga

Soul Surfing

What’s worth fighting for?
Right? Rights? Truth? Integrity? Success?
Is it too much to aim for these within myself- in my environment-in society-in another person?
Yes I have the option to say no, be passive-aggressive, or simply leave.
That’s what I do in most cases- just leave
I had myself convinced that it was the right thing, the righteous thing
Basically, go blacken your souls but I am taking mine out of harms way.
Why does this suddenly seem so cowardly?
Why do all those things that sounded like unimaginative-brain-conditioning-drivel suddenly loom large?
Things like; this is life, learn to face it, you can’t always have it your way, the world is corrupt and inefficient, incompetent and wholly lacking in integrity, morals or work ethics, and they don’t want you if you’re any different, and you have got to learn to work with the system.
Yes, I’ve seen, it’s true that the most worthy and important jobs are handled by the most grabbing, mediocre, myopic persons,
So what’s my dharma?
Stick around these types till I have my turn, wander till I find the right people, work hard and good on the fringes? What what what?
As usual, wander seems like a good plan. But I’ll make bloody sure I don’t wander in the moment. That’s all I ever have, they tell me.

Bhopal Mosaic

More Babblers babbling than I have ever heard before
Bada talab, chota talaab, upper, lower lake lake lake
Expensive autos, expansive autowalas,
Tree beds- pink, magenta, orange, off-white, brown, beautiful
Eve teasers- crude, harmless, re-acquaintance with the Hindi – Heartland
Orange-vented Bulbuls,
Hills, winding lanes, good roads…. bad roads
Computers set to devanagri
Letters arriving in devanagri
Sculpture in road divides, sometimes, someplaces I mean
What else? A lot else
Much culture- a small town

One of those AP express ones

Almost-dusk pregnant with rain
Orange blossoms wild, profuse, sexy
Oppressive heat surrenders to surreal presentness
'Now' demands aggressive attention
It is such a now.

My land, someone's land, some land
Some actors lounge in a mundane play
The scene so poignant - the act so plain
This weirdly constructed universe of cognition,
Weird? I know no other.

so much unblogged....... clogged

This first blog is ridiculously late. So many things, important then, 'bemane' now. Still it irritates me that they went unsaid. Its not like I can even remember now all the things that I stacked up those phenomenally unreliable 'yaad ke jazeere' of mine. But forgotten things always assume such importance!
Ok right, to spare myself all this aggravation, I’m going to be a good little blogster from now and forever.
Blogs, horrifying telephone bills, emails and even occasional daks…….... no nothing will compensates for chewing leelakka’s brains out, me splattered on the kitchen stool or unleashing on Sheetal my numerous theories and soul searchings when she’s on page 189 of an MB and desperately trying to be politely interested.