bouquets and brickbats

Iwillcallyou
Youwillcallme

Iwillloveyou
Youwillloveme

Illgetangry
Youllgetmad

Togetherhappy
Togethersad?

The interesting thing about intersections is..we tread on them temporarily
but for that minute there is a meeting of tracks..where you can choose your roads..
once again..
roll that dice
consult that map
and pick the best path forward.. or even back home again.
to try soon later.
when the traffic is slower
when you're up for a dry ride

because the roads go on
as long as hands have laid them down
painstakingly
uninterestingly
forever unacknowledged
on on steadily on
bumpy-ily on
on and on..

we can meet on that intersection
where concrete melts paths

smile.
and if
if
if its meant to be
I'll jump into your car
or you into mine

because belief in destiny still thuds deep
between folds of realistic endings

Tripping

There are days when I forget why it meant as much as it did.
what made me pick this side of the street? memory fails me occasionally and the words spill out contrived. old. Said once by someone old who meant them, repeated by me because thats how I used to feel.

But then again, there are these moments when I can write
"Because its like stepping into two worlds and choosing with each breath.. Which you prefer to stay in more. Will I know someone who understands?"

And thats what keeps me a-walking-down-this-street.. Not turning back to those old crossroads.
Not selling my soul..because briefly i realize..this street kept my soul alive.

Glorious moonshine

Before every big transition there is a strange lull.
where in the yellow desert the hot wind rises and sings a song never before heard.
a new tune each time to curl around the changing dunes.

when hope is fierce like the scorching sun.
and little grains of memories flow
as if they have places to go.


when that first step is over with.
and the brown ankle firm.
I know the wind will simmer down.
the heat will accept defeat.
glory of days gone by will shine.
and I will reap the benefits of my past.

I don't want life to re-wind. I just want a fresh tape.

wet moss

I will tell you about my day. Just to pen down in virtual ink what today was like.
Sleep came later than planned as I broke my early-to-bed schedule once again.
No, no more television. Just latelate night catching up and whispering into the phone.

Waking up to no driving, no walking, and no yoga.
Just Seconds of awareness before a welcome cold bath.
A resigned few hours spent out of the house in a location I am still to pinpoint in the messymap of Delhi in my head.
Coming home to a delivery request made to Dominos. I gave them good business, surreptitiously.
Surely more than 30 minutes later... it arrives.
A messy clump of maida, paneer and round-red-curls of chillie.
The ketchup at home ran out... rather.. fell into the plate and disappeared slowly.

Brunch I called it.

1 litre of water later.
Full-ness. And not the nice kind.
In-need-of-hollowness kind.

Herecomesthedawn.
Herecomesthedawn.
Scorching 5 pm and a drive around the old 5 kms.

9pm and dinner of dal and bhindi.
I can feel the maida in me.
Weighing these words down.
I feel it in the heaviness...around.

Not the best idea.
When will I become that wise woman who learns from the experience of others?

Weighty Matters

We don’t know how it really was some 3 decades ago. We have our mum’s word or sometimes our nani’s to tell us how things back then were a whole lot better. The men were (apparently)less lusty. The women less ‘bold’.
And miraculously, nobody needed a regular waxing session. NOBODY.

It was a whole different world.

Today I realized that in spite of what Cosmo tries to convince me.. a Prada bag and Choo shoes aren’t a girls best accessory. They aren’t going to guarantee jaws dropping (which is apparently their primary use- Making a statement)

The best thing you can strut around the streets in 2010 with… is a fabulous, well maintained and cared for BODY. It is the one thing no one can compete with you for.. because luckily most of us don’t have twins to share our thunder ;-)
Even if someone else out there can try and claw open all ‘flaws’ in you… You will have the satisfaction of being content with the way you look. Happy with the effect and just knowing that you have done all you can do to take care is a great feeling. Its akin to having a subway sandwich.. a delicious experience without the guilt.

Know that maintaining your ideal weight is a guilt-less experience because then you know you’re not abusing your body or giving in to gluttony.

Can’t wait to reach that stage of happy contentment.
Till then, I will enjoy the process :)

The To-Do someday soon :)

Some things to do before I pop off to heaven

Have at least One interesting conversation with someone I've always sort-of known but never taken the time to talk to...IN a coffee shop which has a pebbled path outside...with a very himachal-breeze that rushes in through the open window
The conversation should begin somewhere in the afternoon and we should be able to sit comfortably till the sun begins to set..

Go really deep into a meditative state and experience that sense of balance...Once. Twice. Many times? All-The-TIME!! *salivates* :)

Dance underwater!

Write a (good)book.. that changes someone out there(for the better!)

Dance.Dance.Dance...whenever I feel like it!
If life was a musical ..and I the eccentric director who can attempt a piroutte at a seconds whim.

Eat a jar of peanut butter chunky style...alone! ha! (and not put on weight)

Fall madly in love for a day and have it reciprocated.. the soul-meets-soul love. The kind where you spend all day together and love the person because it makes you happy this soul is out there in the wide universe... Even if you never meet, chat, mail, call each other..ever again!

Jump off a cliff and (somehow) land on something spongy...and not be bound by a rope tied to your feet.. Just JUMP and know it's gonna be okay.

Feel Fearless

Cuddle up with a horse at night. Or a really wellfed (vegetarian)lion... *the mane..bliss*

Read another play by Dario Fo

Spend the night surrounded by flowers (that have their roots attached to the ground).. and not be the latenight special for the mosquitoes or tigers(?)

Meet Tamora Pierce and tell her she's super awesome!

Be able to forgive any and everyone for any and everything. Rub off all experiences that once made me sad and START OVER. To be able to accept Everyone.

Leave Facebook.

Drive and not have eyes-roll-around me saying 'Woman Driver'. Though that I can't do much about :-)

Not need to talk on the phone.. Have everyone I love walking-distance away from me.
:D

Rock a backless choli and mini-shorts... (not simultaneously)

Laugh hysterically when something funny happens. And forget to cover my mouth when I do :P

I like how most of these are very do-able :)
An interesting list to go back to when I'm 40 and glowing after a swim in the mountain stream...
Add that to the list... Swim in a mountain stream *BEAMS*