Poetic
Kuch is tarah
Someone suggested I listen to this song, and I’m totally hooked now. Its a somewhat difficult song to translate, but amazing lyrics and well sung with good music. Here’s a try: Kuch Is Tarah – Atif Aslam Kuch is tarah teri palkein Meri palkon se mila de Aason tere saare Meri palkon pe saja de [...]
intrigue
your breath has taken my breath away. your hot ass is visible even through a looking glass your smile is breathtaking for a little while your tattoo on hips why’s it shaped like little lips? you “intrigue” me!
Running with a veteran, and Rabindrasangeet
Yesterday I resumed running along the Charles after a brief gap following the half marathon. And it was the hardest run of my life. I met this gentleman from Calgary who was also running, on the way back from Harvard square. He’s over 50 now, and has done 56 marathons!!! He’s training for his 57th [...]
100 things to do before I die
Thanks to the person whose website I accidentally stumbled across where he had listed his 100 things to do before I die. My first impulse was to try to do all the stuff he had listed, since there was also a checkbox I could check and feel good and rewarded. But on second thoughts, I [...]
Jo beet gayee
Jo beet gayee is one of the most powerful poems of Harivansh Rai Bachchan. Bachchan was extremely fond and devoted to his wife, and after she died he was inconsolable, during which period he is supposed to have written his finest poems. Jo beet gayee is supposed to be about the loss of his wife, [...]
Eat biG think naNo
I’m Indian. So I love food. I think of food when I’m hungry and feel pleasure in anticipation. And as I type this I can’t help but get reminded of Hemingway who was broke, living in Paris and would walk around hungry looking at food through windows and getting a thrill out of the hunger. [...]
They Who are Near Me
They Who are Near Me ~Rabindranath Tagore They who are near me do not know that you are nearer to me than they are… Those who speak to me do not know that my heart is full with your unspoken words… Those who crowd in my path do not know that I am walking alone [...]
Rose
’twas a sunny day in the softness of november when you walked down the road and I just cant remember what you said then to me but your smile mixed with sunshine was all I could see what a girl you’d be mine!! you have grown, i have heard sobered home, not a bird in [...]
Top 5 books I have read recently
Disgrace – JM Coetzee. Absolute masterpiece. A farewell to arms – Ernest Hemingway. The curious incident of the dog in the night time – Mark Haddon. I shall not hear the nightangle – Khushwant Singh. Marcovaldo – Italo Calvino.
Student Poets
Today I read a poem(actually three) publicly for the first time. The only other time I have done something like this is when I went and recited a poem(don’t even remember which) in front of the morning assembly in 9th grade. I remember I had memorised and practiced it over ten days. Well that reminds [...]
Hifi
My friend had this interesting exchange of mails with a girl he added on facebook(in his own words): me: hi she: bye next day me: *sigh* next day she: why? fir kal me: r u shy? she: dont try! me: bheja fry!!! she: please don’t cry haay haay!
Evening walk
Oh Nisha! Have you cast a spell on me? Why have thoughts of you become a part of my daily life, my very existence? Have you edited my shadow, and added yourself to it. Have you changed the source code of my shadow? Do you know how to hack shadows? I laugh at this thought, [...]
Rabindra babu’s expressive lines
I wrote some poetry as a kid. But rhyming was really hard, and after a couple of attempts, I gave up. Rabindranath Tagore got me writing again. Look, for instance at these beautiful lines from We are to play the game of death: I kissed her gently on her lips and whispered softly in her [...]
Vikram Seth, Two lives, and An equal music
Vikram Seth is in the news again. Another book. Number 1 on the bestseller list in India last week. Two lives is the latest from this outstanding Indian writer. This piece is about an older work. Just a background for the curious. I read half of An equal music on a train to Guwahati.
Turning 25
The legendary Abhimanyu has always been on my mind, ever since I read the story of his martyrhood as a kiddo. He learnt advanced concepts of warrior engineering in his mother’s womb, it is said, and sacrificed his life bravely when he was just 16. I just turned 25(or so I think). Pratiksha maintains that
