Timely Introspection

“If thou ever hath a watch… Bear it so its hand runs ahead of thy wagon’s standard time …..” – Shakespeare…

Well…Ya…O.K. he said nothing of the sort…
This is my very own desperate attempt at quoting an experience and I don’t doubt the bleak prospects of it being committed to a single clever or dimwitted memory. But well, does that stop me from using my freedom of expression…not really u have guessed. So here I go..

So I find myself reaching at 3:45 for a 3:45 train …even when the night before I told myself “venture into the world way before time”. I feel pretty much like an overloaded farm cart trying to run at the speed of a Ferrari to catch up with a railway Wagon which I imagined is already set out on its journey. The illusion of movement of the Wagon would have had something do with my fatigued senses which had tried to fight their way to victory combating every finicky rickshaw Walla, every ambitious ticket collector and every demanding station with scores of stair cases and bridges to cross.
So Did I catch the train? .yes…
Did I know I had got into the right train? Doubted… I prayed I would be lucky
Did I get into the correct compartment? No

Well such and many more instances keep repeating endlessly. Refusing to let go. Making me realize how undisciplined I am with my time. From reaching places on time to taking up studies on time and sometimes matters like wishing people on time, or maybe tomorrow marrying on time. Well, my soul hardly listens to all the conventional wisdom about the import of the four letter word.

So finally I came up with a good enough solution to counter! Well no this won’t help me to get married on time. But yes…Lesser ambitions like catching a train or reaching my office and sundry would be taken care of. About matters more grave I will think later (procrastinate again)

Vaguebynature : …My primary concern after I reach a destination finally is why I did not set out on time and save myself the immense nuisance that my psyches and physiology had to go through….office , Classes, station..party..never ever did I reach a respectable destination right by the watch….you think I will Set my watch to run 10 min early and that would help???….
Inner Voice: Try it…

…..Ran my watch 10 min fast. So I always knew still have 10 min to spare. “You are too smart…relax there is still time…” “God Never made a more intelligent head”…And there I was 10 min late to officeK. So I realized, setting the watch to run faster and knowing about and then expecting to profit …. Demands regulation. Like I ate one pie less for lunch to beat the calories…but I hog on to an extra pizza fro snacks because I know I have gained one calorie less over lunch ….like umpteen such attempts at exercising regulation and restraint which normally end up in vain.

Well yes. Being a loyal member of the ancient Order of two headed turtles, I accept my fate with time…I do hope someday I will reach the station 5 min early… (Don’t ask for much …do I?)

Becoming to each other

It just dropped where it fell…it had known no direction…

that …but was a chance that it fell on the blossom

The dew drop resting on a petal…
…dancing about by impish free will…

Oblivious of the iridescence…granted from its milieu…

Nature revealed it to the mesmerized onlooker…
Who allured by its exquisiteness wondered ….
…if it was the water bead or the setting?

That the sun shone in the shiny globule…
…the colors that artists use to render life on white…

The dew drop hath no way. Neither its backdrop…
To conquer the splendor that they do….if it were not for each other.

Hair Affair

Well..with no spot of embarassment I would confess that today morning when I got up I thought I would prefer to die before I step out with my bad hair..so I instead stepped into my closet and ransaked it for a bottle of fresh smelling shampoo to sluice my hair..and it had to go wrong..
All my dreams of stepping out a halo girl were shattered in one go..
..but determination I share thy name (though on all wrong occasions it seems)…well I did step out afteall ….not to the next door parlour for Shampoo Shopping..the choice of destination was all exquisite my dear..I went ot Lo’real hair clinic because I was felt like..and here goes..

…I enter greeted by a sea of smiling faces..they made me feel like I knew them from my last birth..that they are the only pure souls on earth who can think nothing but my good…I took pleasure at my newly gained importance..I felt I was raised to a stratum higher than the normal (well I was on the second floor but this feeling was about a rise in your soul…self)…
and then the lady in green took me to the blessed place…”zust aye cumplementiary chaeck mam..we wiss eiu take it for avar sake…..fleeeasee..” I must admit she was very sweet to me..at that time I thot she liked me or something..my feeling of elation just kept growing…”why not..sure”..
there was some man made machine (now thats obvious…) inside..a few charts and huge screen..and ultra hygene smell..reality started occuring to me when she told me of what a dreadful place on earth the human scalp was…she referred to mine…i sat there listening to her tales of the Sebaceous and the war she waged against the enemies of clean hair..she talked about the scales of dead skins that would shred off later and make me so shamefull of myself that I d want to die before I step out into the outside world …(something similar to what I felt in the morning..I had come to the parlour to ward off that feeling)…
but then she said she can rescue me…like an angel fight against all odds to make my hair so lovely that they would dance with out music…No shampoo will work..it will be their own treatment..full form the beginning of it to the end….
and why all this for me..but because i l pay them 1700 INR 5 times every month for one year and buy 5 bottles of different creams and masks and apply them everyday one after the other for the rest 25 times in the month….by that time I had started feeling sick..I had no special powers of endurance…

it was 12 when I came back with a decent bottle of shampoo from the nearby grocer…picked it on my way back to the real world..where you dont bother to step out with bad hair and if you do..you wont after and hour in the sun and heat….
Well..I think I got a strange feeling this morning…afterall…peculiarity thy name is…..

Visual Verbosity

…Now I realize..
…thats the way you hypnotize…

Well not a word for the wise because they have have better control over your senses…others do as well unless they fall for the eyezz…I am not writing about the latest Band of Boys song..Nayan Katari..its about the absolutely amazing subject – ‘Nayan’, ‘chakshu’ the loved subject “the eye”..how much eyes inspire artists and poets ..Lyricists and painters quite alike..so whats the chemistry of the eye that is so inspiring..well what is it..isnt it just another sense organ.

Aweinspiring..a tribal girl became the queen of Narwar because Raja Maan Singh drooled over her eyes to call her mrignayani.. “one with the eyes of the deer”…a story by Shri Vrindavan Sharma in his famous novel by the same name..”eyes of the deer”..The hero sings to a blind love interest..”Jeewan se bhari teri aakhein”..her eyes inspire him to love his existence..

What I do not remember is how many times I have seen the eye focused on the camera in movies, advertisements, posters..And you immediately tell the famous person by their vision enabler.. Well leave apart the reel world I remember some one writing a two liner on my eyes on a couple of occasions.

Talk with you eyes…to those who would say Hindi flicks have taken an obsession with the fish shaped structure for no good reason..I would beg to defer..Slightly..even though my eyes never really hypnotized neone around, I surely remember some instances when eyes scared me…there is certainly some expressions in the eye..how may times have you heard..”her eyes look sad..even though she is smiling” or a cliched “blood shot eyes of an angry fella”..”Mischivious eyes”…”mysterious eyes”…or the more common “dreamy eyes”..well u do sometimes define mental condition by the look of the eyes!!…..and add to it “fresh look in your eyes..you look relaxed..”…”your eyes are red..man did you work a lot”….”the eyes look dull..slept enough??”…now i even read the physical state by what the eyes tell me…Mannnn..eyes must make the best weapon to read a person…

Well quiet in the eye of things the eye seems to be..and considering I am no expert in psychology I shall consider finding about the chemistry between the mind and the eye..
for now I d agree with the fact that eyes talk!!

Noon Hues

Lost and whatever…

When I look beyond the Horizon..
…I notice the azure sky..
…the clouds are dark blue and white…
budding with purple royalty and might.

there is to view…
the challenging sun…
the color is feiry red..
there are hopes and achievements ahead…

and there is more…
…the fields in the country…
swept across by infinite drives stony and metalled..
…free to be explored , and travelled..

Being Cyrus

Being Cyrus Mistry
saw “Being Cyrus” today……I was thankful the movie wasnt any longer than 1.5 hrs..would have spoilt the feel of it…
it is amazing how Adjania makes you like the movie at times and hate it at otherwise….u dont know wats coming next..is CYRUS a gud guy or bad…wat is he going to do?….whats the next twist…
acting is super duper..Dimple looks like scary most of the time and Simone looks the Angel….but well who turns out what…man nice movie

the dialouge that strikes is the one by Naseer “God is in the smallest things” :)…well said