अर्ज केला, मुलाखत झाली,पेढ्याची पुडी सर्वांना वाटली.ईस्त्रीचा सफेद र्शट चढवला,र्वषाचा लोकलचा पासही काढून ठेवला. चहा करा, कॉपी काढा,नोकरीसाठी तळवे घासा.होयजी साहेब, हांजी माँड्म. मोठ्या साहेबांची बडधास ठेवा,छोट्या माँड्मची मर्जी राखा.अपमान गिळा, बोलण्या खा,बड्या कंपनीचा ठसा उमटवा. सगळ्यांच्या आधी या,फायलींच्या धिगार्यात सुट्टी काढा.होयजी साहेब, हांजी माँड्म. पंचतारांकित फुकटच्या Beer मुळेचहोते सध्या काहीशी बचत.कारण ओझ्याचे गाढव म्हणे असतेInterns चे आराध्य दैवत.
एक झाड असाव,खिडकीच्या बाहेर बहरणारएक झाड असाव. नारंगी शालू नेसून भर उन्हाळ्यातमिरवणाऱ्या गुलमोहोराकडेडोळे भरून नाहाळाव.पावसाळ्यात कडक चहा पितानात्याला मिसकीलपणे चिडवाव. एक झाड असाव,खिडकीच्या बाहेर,एक झाड असाव. हिरव्या-पिवळ्या काठपदराच्यासडपातळ चेरीचे पानगळतीतमन जाणून घ्याव.हिवाळ्यात जन्माजन्मांचे वादे नकोतर्वतमानात जगण्याचे धैर्य द्याव. एक झाड असाव,लेकी-नातींच्या विश्वाच्या पलीकडे,खिडकीच्या बाहेर बहरणार.
Mixing, kneading has already been dusted.My weekend beauty sleep has been busted.That occasional clank of the pan withthe soft rattling rolling-pin.A warm doughy waft invites me in. The flour and oil, rolled into a ball so tender.A Phulka, a Paratha, a ghee laden Puran poli, I wonder.I enter nonchalantly and say,”What’s cooking?”Shrinking well below three feet when she says, ” […]
Vast alluring landscapes,Calming azure seascapes,I wish, I could steal the cheeky windIn my hair. Quite sunny courtyards in grand palaces,The buzz on the twinkling beer terraces,If only, I could bag a bit ofthe mysterious air. The dramatic entrances on the stage,The fight with the wild beasts in a cage,I wish, I could borrow some ofthe artist’s flair. Dismissing the ethereal […]
GetTo the end of the queueYou middle-class phoren aspiring Indian. ThinkAbout the endless lines in your nationYour forefathers held for landlines and ration. HopeWith a sincere belief to mould social echelonsYou liberal English-speaking phoren aspiring Indian. TradeThe comforts of your rootsYour progeny begets better future. SmileAbout the dead-end jobYou mediocre middle-class phoren aspiring Indian. WaitWith the sweat on your browYour […]
She walks in beauty from the celestial screen to fill up your days and dreams.He enters the battlefield with ammunition, strategy and lurking mystery.Ofcouse! It’s galaxial crisis or a page from forgotten history. They enter the club flamboyantly to soak in to the night of spirits, trance and dance.They enter the boardroom confidently with presentations, reviews and target.Ofcourse! It’s for […]
“I had enough of you, control freak!I would rather run wild into the trees.” “I have feelings you see.how will my dreams advance?All you do is eat, drink, party and dance.” “So, my excesses are too much.Lunatic! What about your drama?Your accusations make my stomach clutch.” “So, sorry, sometimes I do act silly,Obsess over things willy-nilly.”“That’s ok, sweetheart, you’re not alone,Even my interiors may hold elements unknown.” So finally, the mind and body gave in.To not understand each other was indeed frightening.They decided to rest their case. Acceptance was the key in this phase. Mindfully, I heard their plea,And I thought this was the best plan.For the mind, body, soul and me. 19 January 2020
Take a piece of cloth,not too long, not too short.Boring plain or with dotsit’s a tutorial for the soul, so don’t tie yourself into knots. Wrap it around your head like a veil,now wrap it around your neck with ends dangling like a tail.Fold it across your shoulder or tie it around waist.Do you look your best? Maybe wear it […]
His late nights and her early morningsHis algorithms and her prose,His wheat beers and her freshly brewed coffeeHis daredevillry and her gentle poise. Her curly crown and his sparse dome,Her varan bhat and his chole naan,His mince no words approach and her diplomatic charm,His facts and her fiction. Her black mole and his dimpled cheeksHis rock and roll and her classical soul. It took (her) warm summers and (him) cold dark winters.(His) Optimism and (her) discipline.To realise that Marriage was not about keeping (our) scores but (our) musical symphony.Taking turns to play a melodious harmony. 24 November 2019
Treading on the dry rustling leaves,On the unknown, slippery path.Flaming skies, red gold trees,suffering from the changing season’s wrath.Eyes on the familiar distant land,Heart in the graves of my past.Fists clenched, chin up, in my woollen maroon band,Slowly, steadily on the unknown slippery path, until this turmoil lasts.Until this turmoil lasts. 22 November 2019