A mother crying, her son consoling her, "Papa will be fine soon".
Some holding back tears, some writing the name of their respective god in notebooks. Some meditating on beads. Each praying in his own way to postpone the inevitable end.

Immortal Egos

The recent reports of all and sundry in Gujarat wanting Aamir khan to apologize for some stand he took, took me back to an episode during my first job.

I worked as a housekeeper for a five star hotel in Mumbai and on that particular day was assigned supervision of floor 2,3 and 4. In the suite 202 we mostly had this regular guest Mr. Panicker. Now regular guests are treated as gods, if they say green is blue then that’s how it is.

On that day there was a complaint from 202 that the AC was not working. Everybody that includes the Executive Housekeeper (HOD), senior housekeeper, the resident manager (Dr.Mamik, nobody knew why he was called a doctor, but he insisted so everybody went along) and the head of maintenance were in the room pacifying the esteemed guest when I was summoned.

The moment I entered the room, the attack of the killer resident manager, he wanted to know how I cleared the room when the AC was not working and I should apologize to Mr. Panicker for the inconvenience caused. All I said was when I checked the room the AC was working absolutely fine. The HOD was startled she had assumed I would very meekly apologize for something that was not my fault and they will in addition give some complimentary services to the muftkhor and everything will be fine. But with my retort I managed to put them in a fix, at the moment one of the engineers came and informed that the AC was working fine when I had checked it, so it was not my fault.

How large must be the size of such people’s ego. Such self-importance, how vain and how stupid and how human.

In Broken Images

He is quick, thinking in clear images;
I am slow, thinking in broken images.
He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images;
I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images.
Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance;
Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance.
Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact;
Questioning their relevance, I question the fact.
When the fact fails him, he questions his senses;
When the fact fails me, I approve my senses.
He continues quick and dull in his clear images;
I continue slow and sharp in my broken images.
He in a new confusion of his understanding;
I in a new understanding of my confusion.


This poem was in my exam paper today.
It's just too good, amazing clarity of thoughts.

You only live twice

You only live twice or so it seems,
One life for yourself and one for your dreams
You drift through the years and life seems tame,
Till one dream appears and love is its name.

And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on,
Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone.

This dream is for you, so pay the price.
Make one dream come true, you only live twice.

And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on,
Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone.

This dream is for you, so pay the price.
Make one dream come true, you only live twice.


By COLDPLAY

Reliving the Past

Those nights of pineapple, strawberry, chocolate, and black-current ice-creams at seven-eleven.

Those nights of delicious beef kebabs and parathas from Kurla.

Those nights of scouring the streets for late night eateries.

Those nights of troubling me insane.

Those nights of singing, ‘Yaaro Dosti Badi hi haseen hai…..’

Those nights of endless wait for Maxi.

Those nights of flying in the sumo.

Those nights of being alive.

Dim, Viyer, Savs, Mitz, Maxi, VJ, Ogie, Rascal - love you guys. You are the best.
Google baba will take care of the rest.