Frangipani

Have you ever noticed how the mind and body react almost in the same manner to fasting or feasting? Both lead to extreme senses and make one wish that one had not fasted or feasted as much. The day begins and the feeling of quiet descends on me just to escape as soon as I realize that in a fit of “purity”, I had promised myself that I would fast today. What ever made me think of such a thing? Was I not in my right mind? Well, the deed is done and I have only myself to blame. Not wanting to go back into thinking why I imposed this on myself, I tell myself that I will go on with the plan for as long as I can. It’s not that I will die if I don’t eat one day! So, let’s drink to that! Oops…ill fitting metaphor that. I walked into the kitchen to get the breakfast and the lunch ready. And no, my resolve was not broken since I do not like the smell of food early in the morning anyway. So, I went about my way in the usual manner – humdrum way. Get the subzi out of the fridge, heat it in the

Je ne sais ce qui se passe dans ma vie Ma vie me étonne, m’échappe, me contrôle Le contrôle me laisse sentir ma liberté La liberté vient du corps à l’esprit L’esprit de mon être m’entoure, m’arrache L’arrachement est fort, il me jette Jeter dans le monde, je commence encore Le commencement me renouvelle, me renaît La naissance est le début vire vers la fin La fin qui vient après avoir traverse le chemin Le chemin long et qui continue éternellement Eternel est le voyage de se découvrir La découverte de l’esprit, de la liberté, du contrôle De la vie. Commentaire - J'ai écris ce poème (?) en 2003-04. C’était quand j’étais au boulot et j’attendais un appel téléphonique. Je suis plus sur pourquoi je l’écris. Mais aujourd'hui il y a quelque chose qui m'a pousse de le mettre ici. Alors, c'est aujourd'hui que ce poème est n é .

It is kind of sad when people drift away or apart. And such a phase happens with all at various times of their life. Circumstances change and people change with them. For what is the worth of a person if he or she is not adapting to the changing circumstance or situation? As we go in life, we meet people who seem to color your world in those bright brilliant fairy-tale colors...but unfortunately, all of this comes with a timer. Sooner or later, the lights go out, the color fades, the music stops and a new circumstance comes into being. And then, once again, the warrior puts on fresh paint and gears up for the new things that will come on his or her way and how it will be dealt with. "Dealt with"...hmm....it seems like a strange word to use for something that should ideally be lived. We say we are dealing with things, with work, with home, with life! Why are we dealing with it and do we realize that when we are dealing with it, those moments are actually being lived? That is w

Here is more from a person who is dreading the approaching summer in Delhi and is mourning the beautiful winter days gone by... These are a few of the things that I will not see or feel when summer is here. :). When the cold wind makes me gasp for breath Cold, cold fingers even when holding a hot glass of tea Fitting into your sports shoes with two pairs of socks Lovely, warm-colored socks a-plenty Walking barefoot on the namdaa carpet Feeling the cold water splash on your face and just take away all the heat in a second! Smart, well-dressed men in exquisite cuts of midnight blue pin-striped suits Long coated, open-haired, smartly-turned out women with the quintessential high boots (PS: Very much the fashion flavor this time in Delhi. The height of the boots varied ...) Pakoras and chai every evening! Chanel's Eternity Lakme's starshine gloss European checks woollen mufflers in beige and black and grey Silken stoles in lavender and wine red and dark blue Do share yours.

Already the sun seems to shine too bright. Already the mist seems to have disappeared. Already the tea feels too hot... We've had a lovely winter here in Delhi this year and I think such a winter has come in quite a long time. Trees disappear into the fog Those lights look like they are beckoning me ...Asking me to tread the unknown path? A path where the mist hangs close to you and the branches touch you I see the smoke rising... Is it from the huge pan of lovely ginger tea? Is it from the beedi that the rickshaw-walla has just lighted? Is it the voice within burning away in mediocrity? Is it just the mist trying on a new form? Ah...nice ginger tea in a glass, yummy mathris And another theory to be articulated and shared Will the modern man ever be truly liberated? Will Bach be appreciated? Do the Santros always become accomplices in crime? Winter evenings, the lovely fragrance of those unnamed flowers Tea and warm woolen hands Comfortable black socks and colorful traditional sha

Today is 26 Jan of the year 2010, and yes - i know - to most of us it is a welcome break in the middle of the week! What bliss! Yet, what I wanted to talk about was the Republic Day and all that the word means to me. As a child, I always used to wonder as to why we have more fun activities and colorful pageants on the Republic Day, while in contrast, the Independence Day is quite a dry affair. I think that realization dawned on me today. Let me share the pearls of wisdom :). Though independence is important, we wouldn't know what to do with it unless we had our rules and laws and our constitution. And that is why being a Republic needs more strength than being a free country. It is only with a sense of purpose and an even greater sense of responsibility that we can really be free. So, I guess that decides it for me. After a long time, I woke up early enough to watch the entire parade on TV. And better, I also watched that everlasting, timeless piece of heaven (which they call music