19 till I die

In my bed solemnly I lie Thinking of how time flies It's been seven years  Since Sushrut was my roommate Together we studied, roamed and ate Today he called to say His Dad's lungs are filled with fluid That Cancer is gargling them away I feel his pain I feel his angst The misery of tied hands I spoke to Dhhakkin recently I've known him since I was three We've cracked the same jokes Shared interest in birds Had nothing in common And still been brothers The day he got a job  The day he got a raise I thanked powers that be At least some justice I got to see Amma's smile and Papa's jokes Noshi's rants and profound thoughts Support my being, in my inner space And then there are people to deal with Who are fickle and unkindred We chat We joke We congratulate each others' acheivements We revel in profundity Somewhere, sometime I learnt This cheer is affected The lesson made life simpler And yet you are as protected From

                               Dreams Series - 1  I LOVE dancing and tango is such a refined experience. Fine people looking oh so fine swiveling to subtle melodies is charming, relaxing and leaves a sweet buzz. You see beautiful, you hear mellifluous, touch warmth and you inhale human and the body integrates these sensations into soulful rhythms. There is more life in each second on the dance floor than say, in the lab. With these sensations, and the cigar after, I went to bed. And a  very  vivid   dream  blanketed my being. It was a strange  dream . I was in a room by myself. It was a sparsely furnished hall. It was definitely homely and comfy by me. The sun shone softly through what looked like lacy curtains. Someone came in to get the place ready for my stay, and left. He gave me a sense that it was a temple's accommodation. Made sense, the place looked pious, and yet scarcely spartan. A beautiful bird, the more elegant than I have ever cared to imagine a

The Frigid moon The evening was warm The breeze was nice I liked the Moon Her smile was spiced She glistened like gold among the stars She glowed softly I didn't see Venus pass She looked at me and I held her glance Dazed like a boy of fourteen Struck by her charms We saw her spin about heavenly bodies She convinced me though I had her on a leash It was I who held her From darting off to Jupiter That it was me she craved Or so she raved The Earth popped up in discourse And then she wept a drizzle It's the earth that makes her dance It makes her shine and dims her glow The earth is hers eternally And this, I should know I just wanted the smile The frolicsome joy and blissful gaze Through the city and through the haze On bouncy and on humdrum days The wind turned chilly She turned a stern grey Behind a building, inching her way The winds slapped my face And she didn't care For the strength to match the earth is rare The the night went o

My experience at the Passport Office Life had promised a delightful vacation. Two and a half years of slogging made me lose my fizz. Each workday had the aftertaste of a hot, sweet, terribly sour and flat soda. And I thought to myself, this holiday is going to be brilliant and I deserve it (maybe). The day I land, I'll fight off jetlag. The next day I'll chill with my parents and pack for Poly's wedding (which did turn out to be a lot of fun !). After the Visa Interview at the Foreign Consulate next morning I'll catch the train to Bangalore. The only impending problem was: Who will collect my passport bearing the fresh Foreign Visa stamp while I'm away at Poly's Bash? But as a lot of you know, everything had a rosy tint about it, until my Visa interview. Actually, the nightmare had not begun at counter no. 11 where I gave my interview to some American (who looked like the last guy had pissed him real bad). It was afterwards, when t