tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212635652024-03-14T03:42:12.153+05:30FrangipaniSudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-58596767788886381222019-12-02T18:44:00.003+05:302019-12-02T18:44:49.445+05:30I'm angry!
Yet again! The news
reports of the rape and death of Priyanka Reddy in Hyderabad has sent shock
waves – once again. It brings back thoughts of Nirbhaya… What has changed since
then? Yes, the law did change and yes, it did become more stringent. But did
that stop this crime from happening? Why not? It did not stop it from happening
because the system of “justice” in our country is an SudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-51299022646210912992016-12-15T11:15:00.001+05:302016-12-15T11:15:03.224+05:30A shade paler
I think i have become a shade paler.
All that made me, me, seems to have lost a tinge.
Dropped a note.
Lost a symbol.
Lost.
My strengths there were aplenty.
I felt I could touch the sky.
I pushed my people to believe and fly.
And then - my flight was stopped...
All I did made no difference.
I wasn't like the others they said.
I didn't want to be like the others!
I was me, why should I beSudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-29706632642447320382016-11-11T20:53:00.000+05:302016-11-11T20:53:08.906+05:30Confession
History buzzing past, making sounds like it never will in the future.
Blue versus red; red all over.
Red to black...only time will tell.
Hours and months of hard work.
Anxious wait. Silence.
A pat on the back? Discreet cough.
Walk the talk - day in, day out.
In a language that is not mine.
New tongue. New eyes. Same heart.
Old values. But do values age too?
New ideals. Just words.
How do I SudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-46886709070437638732016-01-25T19:34:00.001+05:302016-01-25T19:34:27.000+05:30To be or not to be is not the only question
To be or not to be
Are these the only possible states?
In the va et vient,
Isn't there a state which is in-between?
Then, why will I not be that...why can I not be?
Why do I always have to be at one end or the other?
The journey is made of the walking, the stopping, the pausing, and the u-turns
Then, why does just the start and end qualify?
The breaths in between, the sweat, the tears, the SudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-40721792675487856432015-11-26T09:37:00.001+05:302015-11-26T09:37:07.226+05:3026/11 - Never the same...
Mumbai, a city, which I've visited but once or twice. Mumbai is not a city which tugs at my heart. There is something about the place, which makes me want to look for an escape. It is too crowded, too many people all the time and that does mean - all the time. I recall my shock when I saw the local train teeming with people at 1:00 am in the night!!! Instead of feeling liberated, I had felt SudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-49226080319467632412015-03-28T20:57:00.001+05:302015-03-28T20:57:53.034+05:30Discovering Delhi - Baolis and Bawra Man
Literal translation: Discovering the baolis of Delhi with a crazy heart
Saturday had been a crazy working day with unusual timing of ending at 9 pm. I wasn’t sure if I would have the energy to make it to the walk by Delhi by Foot. The walk was to start at 8 am on a Sunday. Who wakes up so early on a Sun?! Well, apparently loads of people do. I confirmed with V and we decided to wake each other SudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-61627537739678421602014-12-17T21:47:00.000+05:302014-12-17T21:47:17.531+05:3016 Dec 2014
Where did so much hate come from? How did people become this? Who sowed these seeds of violence? What kind of religion is this? Will there ever be innocence – unharmed, untinged with darkness and blood?
They killed innocent lives, young children…and for what? To take revenge? To extinguish their very breath because they were living a normal life? Studying to become something? In a school toSudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-42038409240841407452014-12-09T21:43:00.002+05:302014-12-09T21:43:47.834+05:30R.A.P.E.
Once again…Rape…makes it to the headlines and we fume and fret and offer our opinion and judgment. Once again, no real action will take place. No case will be put up, nothing will happen to the accused. Yes, he’s been caught. Yes, he’s been put behind the bars. So?!
He has already been there and done that before. This person was sent to the prison earlier too on the same account. Raping is like SudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-754613520049786412014-11-16T19:38:00.002+05:302014-11-16T19:38:52.633+05:30Connecting the dots
It starts at the back of the head. Sometimes it is so vivid that it threatens to spill over...over onto the conversations in the room, over and above the music reaching the ears, shimmering over the traffic sounds and lights...over onto the now.
Yesterday looking at the symmetry of flowers, Monet came back. The first time that Monet had entered this life. As mundane a surrounding as a classroomSudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-53281925136905636322014-09-19T16:20:00.002+05:302014-09-19T16:20:43.626+05:30Haiku or almost...
1.
Blue screen blinking eyes
Discussions in the cloud
The line goes dead
2.
Coffee sounds traffic smells
The day has begun on a smoky note
The next year is here
3.
Hush in the corridor
Sushi and wine high on mind
Rush in the arteries
4.
Free flowing words like salt
Arrested mid-flight by PowerPoint
Drenched and lost in projector's light
SudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-4797519390295753952012-08-17T15:16:00.003+05:302012-08-17T15:17:56.117+05:30Kaisi chali hai abke hawa mere sheher mein...
This song comes to mind each time I think of all that has been going wrong in my country for these past few years and months …
What did we see when we saw the group molestation of a girl in Assam…how could such things come to pass? How could people just watch? How and why did it happen?
The violence in Assam… people ousted from their own homes by outsiders…violence, homelessness, arson, SudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-65252821723033663032012-06-24T21:08:00.000+05:302012-06-24T21:08:00.321+05:30Divinity comes to my door step
It is not the most pleasant of weathers these days - not in Delhi, nor in Puri. Yet this is the time that divinity chooses to come to our doorsteps. I'm talking about the rath yatra - the Jagannath rath yatra which takes place each year around this time. The Jagannath rath yatra is THE festival of all Oriyas and all Jagannath followers. And I too have my favourite moments of this festival. I'm SudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-84685698901773024172012-06-24T20:20:00.002+05:302012-06-24T20:20:48.888+05:30Hiatus...
It has been some time since I posted anything to my blog...Many a times, an idea takes shape somewhere at the back of my head (just above the top of the neck to be precise) and I let it stay there for many reasons. The first and foremost reason is my loathing for logging into a laptop after spending the working day looking at one and typing away. There are also the long hours of commute that SudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-62587224820578341022011-12-07T17:57:00.000+05:302011-12-07T17:57:02.748+05:30I don't know yet...Geeta starts from home having gone through a rushed morning routine of packing lunch for her 10 year old and for her husband. She also stops by to check on her in-laws who stay a couple of blocks away. All done, she ticks off in her head. And then heads out to her workplace. She debates between being extravagant and taking an auto or getting pushed around in the Metro. She’s hoping that an auto SudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-20829637978120790902011-05-19T23:28:00.000+05:302011-05-19T23:28:05.671+05:30Cinnamon Powder III - AjujiIt was a cold winter evening in New Delhi and we were busy thinking what to cook for dinner. We had to give it more thought than usual because Aju and Aie (my maternal grandparents) were visiting us and they wouldn’t relish a quickly cooked up dinner. While we hummed and hawed about it in the tiny kitchen, we had left Aju and Aie in the living room. Both of them were covered from head to foot andSudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-23789353834978182882010-08-23T16:06:00.000+05:302010-08-23T16:06:12.658+05:30On FastingHave 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? WasSudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-83311723022659629322010-08-16T11:03:00.005+05:302010-08-16T11:09:51.073+05:30Non-dit, Non-comprisJe ne sais ce qui se passe dans ma vieMa vie me étonne, m’échappe, me contrôleLe contrôle me laisse sentir ma libertéLa liberté vient du corps à l’espritL’esprit de mon être m’entoure, m’arracheL’arrachement est fort, il me jetteJeter dans le monde, je commence encoreLe commencement me renouvelle, me renaîtLa naissance est le début vire vers la finLa fin qui vient après avoir traverse le cheminLeSudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-16221326650986385572010-05-07T16:22:00.001+05:302010-05-07T16:23:32.164+05:30"Dealing with it!"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, SudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-18719363202631309322010-02-02T16:47:00.003+05:302010-02-02T17:01:50.766+05:30I won't see this till the next seasonHere 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 breathCold, cold fingers even when holding a hot glass of teaFitting into your sports shoes with two pairs of socksLovely, warm-colored socks SudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-68134092389018110432010-01-29T15:49:00.004+05:302010-02-01T11:50:23.941+05:30Winter days are going away....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 fogThose 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 touchSudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-28775254719840430922010-01-26T18:06:00.006+05:302010-01-26T19:51:51.534+05:30Happy Republic Day!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 SudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-71203396428484952762009-07-27T11:54:00.011+05:302009-07-27T12:13:03.350+05:30Awarding you...The rules of the award:Link the person who tagged you.Copy the image above, the rules and the questionnaire in this post.Post this in one or all of your blogs.Answer the four questions following these Rules.Try to recruit at least seven (7) friends on your Blog Roll by sharing this with them.Come back to BLoGGiSTa iNFo CoRNeR (PLEASE DO NOT CHANGE THIS LINK) athttp://bloggistame.blogspot.com/ andSudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-8002871866245073422009-06-25T17:57:00.022+05:302009-06-25T18:25:58.539+05:30Sunny DaysI believe I'm a sun personLong cold days of Delhi with its lovely winter of the pastAlways made me yearn for the sun to appear at lastFoggy days when the school bus was just two circles of smokey yellowRainy days when the world was all shades of gray and a muddy puddleFew moments of the delicious sun on winter evenings in the gardenOranges and books and the nice cream thin shawlWinter has gone, SudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-14040106707017359932009-06-05T18:02:00.014+05:302009-06-08T17:51:05.674+05:30Une piste d’huileJ’attends le bus. Je m’installe sur l’unique banc vide. Une jeune femme vêtue d’un sari vert attend avec moi.La vieille est toujours là. Des enfants jouent autour d’elle. Elle est couverte de boue. Plusieurs saisons ont laissés des traces sur elle. Elle a du être très belle. Abandonnée au bord d’une méchante route. Une route bordée de sombres magasins, SudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21263565.post-69711947944326381292009-06-03T17:00:00.021+05:302009-06-08T14:15:48.849+05:30World Environment DayI had created this presentation last year as a small step towards spreading the GREEN word. This year to celebrate World Environment Day, I thought that I would share the same thoughts with a wider audience, by posting it to my blog. So, here it is:Let's hear it for THE Earth!!!SudeshnaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09726132117173764392noreply@blogger.com1