If I were to die today
Would you look at me?
And think of those times
When it was just you and me
A smile cross your heart
And let a silent tear fall
Would you grieve for me?
Through the autumn and spring
No season right without me?
Look at our faded memories
In your heart
And hold them closer?
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Just bored
In the end does any of this even matter?
Perhaps it does. perhaps it does not. Its always at the end, when you get to know the answer.
Maybe it matters just so that you can complete the journey to get to those answers.
And if you are not interested in getting answers, just raising questions seems to give a sense that all of this does matter.
Why then, am I still inclined to ask,"Does it really matter?"
Too bored to contemplate...
Perhaps it does. perhaps it does not. Its always at the end, when you get to know the answer.
Maybe it matters just so that you can complete the journey to get to those answers.
And if you are not interested in getting answers, just raising questions seems to give a sense that all of this does matter.
Why then, am I still inclined to ask,"Does it really matter?"
Too bored to contemplate...
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Random wish
On the beach
Where the waves crash
I see, I wait
Is it time yet?
The waves are not fierce enough
Nor the beach cold
The wind is still calm
Not a gale thorough
I wait still
The time is yet to come
For darkness to be entrenched
And for the storm to brew
And for me to look into your eyes
And just..wish you
Where the waves crash
I see, I wait
Is it time yet?
The waves are not fierce enough
Nor the beach cold
The wind is still calm
Not a gale thorough
I wait still
The time is yet to come
For darkness to be entrenched
And for the storm to brew
And for me to look into your eyes
And just..wish you
The Swine Flu Break
The past weeks have been nothing of a law school trimester; certainly not the forced holidays due to ‘swine flu’ creating a name for itself in areas around law school.
The holidays were good. A welcome offer from Harini led to an early morning ride to the train station with the hope of getting me a ticket to Coimbatore. The line at the ticket counter was long; long enough to warrant me to look at the clock and calculate my chances. With Harini already on the train, I was thinking that I might need to take a bus from the bus stand which was just opposite the train station. Thankfully, the train was 15 minutes later than what I had expected and the man at the counter gave me my ticket as well as the necessary directions and told me to hurry. I caught my train, short of breath but on time.
The journey was uneventful. I fell asleep but awoke every other hour to see whether it was already 1 pm. I DID NOT want to land in an alien place in Tamil Nadu and dutifully, we got off at Coimbatore.
Luckily enough Coimbatore showed me what I wanted to see; hills and that too so close by. Felt a lot like home. And that too with days filled with contemplation and sleep...loads of it and good food. It was like getting some time to be fully re-charged except that law school tends to finish off the charge rather fast:(
Coimbatore city itself was good with strangely long buses, lack of parking spaces but places for good filter coffee and authentic North Indian food. The city also had lots of old houses. I also developed a taste for banana chips and authentic Tamil rasam. The time spent in Coimbatore was memorable especially the interaction with Harini’s family.
Next stop was Chennai. After biding adieu to harini and her family for the great time, I took a night bus to Chennai, I saw my first tamil movie (thankfully it had subtitles) on the bus. Though the songs were peppy and the storyline somewhat different, the lyrics of the song seemed to make no sense in English. The entire journey was spent in silence, as my co-passenger seemed to prefer only Tamil whereas I had to admit my complete ignorance of the language despite some words that I picked up in Coimbatore.
Chennai brought to me a harsh reality that I thought I had left behind in Bangalore; bargaining with the auto-rickshaw drivers. Although Varun had quoted a price of around 150, I had to settle for 180 from a starting price of 250.The auto-rickshaw driver kept on repeating that it was morning and hence the higher price. After a half an hour journey, I arrived at Varun’s place and also had my glimpse of the sea at Eliot Beach along the way.
Even before I could greet his parents and grandma, I was greeted by his huge labrador named Tara. Thankfully she was friendly and I had to make her the exception to my fear of dogs and soon we were good enough to be friends.
After having lunch, me and Varun went to Marina beach but soon we got bored. Then we decided to go on the search for Fort St. George, which Varun said was pretty close by. Thus, the walk started. Then it stretched and finally we tired and had to call for help. And funnily we were just some 100 metres from the fort. After giving some information, we entered the fort premises which also functioned as the Secretariat. Just roaming around, we saw some old walls and gates.
As we left the premises, we were in for another shock. Where had we come out? We were at a train station and could not locate the entrance. Another call for help and finally we were able to have lunch, buy some books and head back home.
Evening brought the arrival of Prateek from Bangalore, who had his own share of arguments with the auto drivers with the reason being that it was evening this time around!!
Two more days of perfect lazing around with football on the beach and dinner at a nice restaurant with Vaun's lovely parents brought to culmination our stay at Chennai. We even managed to get wet in Chennai which changed our perception of Chennai, but only for a day because the next day was again very humid.
Finally returning back to law school, the normalcy seemed to return slowly at first and then faster and within a day or two, it felt like law school again.
Looks like the holidays after the trimester should be devoted to roaming around Karnataka.
The holidays were good. A welcome offer from Harini led to an early morning ride to the train station with the hope of getting me a ticket to Coimbatore. The line at the ticket counter was long; long enough to warrant me to look at the clock and calculate my chances. With Harini already on the train, I was thinking that I might need to take a bus from the bus stand which was just opposite the train station. Thankfully, the train was 15 minutes later than what I had expected and the man at the counter gave me my ticket as well as the necessary directions and told me to hurry. I caught my train, short of breath but on time.
The journey was uneventful. I fell asleep but awoke every other hour to see whether it was already 1 pm. I DID NOT want to land in an alien place in Tamil Nadu and dutifully, we got off at Coimbatore.
Luckily enough Coimbatore showed me what I wanted to see; hills and that too so close by. Felt a lot like home. And that too with days filled with contemplation and sleep...loads of it and good food. It was like getting some time to be fully re-charged except that law school tends to finish off the charge rather fast:(
Coimbatore city itself was good with strangely long buses, lack of parking spaces but places for good filter coffee and authentic North Indian food. The city also had lots of old houses. I also developed a taste for banana chips and authentic Tamil rasam. The time spent in Coimbatore was memorable especially the interaction with Harini’s family.
Next stop was Chennai. After biding adieu to harini and her family for the great time, I took a night bus to Chennai, I saw my first tamil movie (thankfully it had subtitles) on the bus. Though the songs were peppy and the storyline somewhat different, the lyrics of the song seemed to make no sense in English. The entire journey was spent in silence, as my co-passenger seemed to prefer only Tamil whereas I had to admit my complete ignorance of the language despite some words that I picked up in Coimbatore.
Chennai brought to me a harsh reality that I thought I had left behind in Bangalore; bargaining with the auto-rickshaw drivers. Although Varun had quoted a price of around 150, I had to settle for 180 from a starting price of 250.The auto-rickshaw driver kept on repeating that it was morning and hence the higher price. After a half an hour journey, I arrived at Varun’s place and also had my glimpse of the sea at Eliot Beach along the way.
Even before I could greet his parents and grandma, I was greeted by his huge labrador named Tara. Thankfully she was friendly and I had to make her the exception to my fear of dogs and soon we were good enough to be friends.
After having lunch, me and Varun went to Marina beach but soon we got bored. Then we decided to go on the search for Fort St. George, which Varun said was pretty close by. Thus, the walk started. Then it stretched and finally we tired and had to call for help. And funnily we were just some 100 metres from the fort. After giving some information, we entered the fort premises which also functioned as the Secretariat. Just roaming around, we saw some old walls and gates.
As we left the premises, we were in for another shock. Where had we come out? We were at a train station and could not locate the entrance. Another call for help and finally we were able to have lunch, buy some books and head back home.
Evening brought the arrival of Prateek from Bangalore, who had his own share of arguments with the auto drivers with the reason being that it was evening this time around!!
Two more days of perfect lazing around with football on the beach and dinner at a nice restaurant with Vaun's lovely parents brought to culmination our stay at Chennai. We even managed to get wet in Chennai which changed our perception of Chennai, but only for a day because the next day was again very humid.
Finally returning back to law school, the normalcy seemed to return slowly at first and then faster and within a day or two, it felt like law school again.
Looks like the holidays after the trimester should be devoted to roaming around Karnataka.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Ramblings
He was a shy child and books were all that he loved. there were lands he knew well and people he felt close to; he could relate to them. Everything was easy, everything so clear.
He was a shy child and he had to go to school. the teachers were boring and the games meaningless. Nothing was easy, everything so blurred.
He was a child no more..yet he loved his books..he knew their customs and their stories so well...he was the narrator..he was the joy of their lives.
A child no more..he had to venture out..lost in the blanket of people..he knew not their language and their rites and joys.
He travelled far and wide...into the depths of his stories..crossed centuries...was no stranger left..who did not know his name.
He was stranded..on his own..a small dot..and no one knew his name.
Aged by now..the books were his bones...had all he wanted and knew all his lives well
Aged..nothing left of him..knew nothing of his life..and no fulfillment of demands.
That was how he lived..Content to be known..yet unknown
He was a shy child and he had to go to school. the teachers were boring and the games meaningless. Nothing was easy, everything so blurred.
He was a child no more..yet he loved his books..he knew their customs and their stories so well...he was the narrator..he was the joy of their lives.
A child no more..he had to venture out..lost in the blanket of people..he knew not their language and their rites and joys.
He travelled far and wide...into the depths of his stories..crossed centuries...was no stranger left..who did not know his name.
He was stranded..on his own..a small dot..and no one knew his name.
Aged by now..the books were his bones...had all he wanted and knew all his lives well
Aged..nothing left of him..knew nothing of his life..and no fulfillment of demands.
That was how he lived..Content to be known..yet unknown
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Time
Just too less to do anything and still a lot to waste; What an inherent dichotomy of the self...Lessons learnt but never put into place...Its only time that I can waste again...
Friday, August 7, 2009
Unfinished Revolution
Have been doing this history project on Naxalbari and the peasant revolution...so just jotted down some lines on the peasants...once left, could never come to finish it, so its an unfinished piece...who knows I might just finish it, once the darned project gets done!!
Of all the lilies in the haze
And the roses in the throes after
Of things that we held dear
And those that were strewn aside
There was a time, there was a place
you were there and so were the plains
It rained then, the drops were warm
And the path felt true
We were young..Ah we were young
Not many seasons have since passed
And you and I look no different
there is a time, there is a place
It still rains, but there is a chill
The plains once green, lay bare
Only silence rules the hills
Look what we have done
Where sweat tilled, blood has come
To undo what centuries had wrought
In space and time, we were free
Full of belief, and conviction true
The plain followed, tides arose
Of pains we never knew
We were true, but lightning struck
Our vessel shook, people ran amok
Revolutionary we all were..
Oh what revolution we brought along
Tears then, Tears now
We talked of change, change has come
The peasant knows and the peasant burns
To undo what centuries has wrought
Of all the lilies in the haze
And the roses in the throes after
Of things that we held dear
And those that were strewn aside
There was a time, there was a place
you were there and so were the plains
It rained then, the drops were warm
And the path felt true
We were young..Ah we were young
Not many seasons have since passed
And you and I look no different
there is a time, there is a place
It still rains, but there is a chill
The plains once green, lay bare
Only silence rules the hills
Look what we have done
Where sweat tilled, blood has come
To undo what centuries had wrought
In space and time, we were free
Full of belief, and conviction true
The plain followed, tides arose
Of pains we never knew
We were true, but lightning struck
Our vessel shook, people ran amok
Revolutionary we all were..
Oh what revolution we brought along
Tears then, Tears now
We talked of change, change has come
The peasant knows and the peasant burns
To undo what centuries has wrought
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