title?

ok...so i was wondering...a recurrent past-time...about things in general...so much rubbish happens in the name of "love and relationships" i see it all over, more so in the microcosm of my uni...how about some old fashioned, marshmallow flavoured romance? now i don't know what i mean by that...but sometimes a tiny part of me wishes that life was a little less complex(read:ulterior motive infested} and a little more, well,for the lack a better word, romantic. hmm. people fall in love so indiscriminately...and most often because they are bored...wow, wayyyy to beat the monotony.
also some people write SUCH pretentious academic essays on blogs...
also some friends were just NOT worth it...so glad that's over...at least for the time being...and i thought things were going fine for once.
and i'm haaaaaaappy about several things as well!! life's good. great and delicious////ohh, and i never grow too old for books...they grow up with me...and i just discovered that Tagore and Beatrix Potter have some ideas in common.
and i still lurve beverly clearey...and for some random reason, the name Darla suddenly appeals to me...
ok, would the randomness of this post qualify for the stream of consciousness category?

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believe me, i loved her,
beneath the feathered skies of a blurred Moon night,
the moon flitting in and out of sight...
protecting our privacy, yet on guard
to ensure all we did was right.
the sands on the beach were listening
to our bare feet shuffling
along
like two crabs
only our grip on love
was not as tight,
as theirs.
the stars were swaying
or was it our heads?
while she was saying
what i'd never said.
and what i never ever managed to say.
that was the last day
i remember with her.
it'll be sixty years ago
this year.

buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.......................

i'm tired and sleepy, exhausted and drained, but still awake cuz' my mind is buzzing with activity...maybe it's the inertia of writing a never ending term paper.i hope the alphabets on the keyboard will lull me to sleep, the clickety sounds will serve as my lullaby. man, is this a cheesy post or what? but remember i'm tired, and this is my own little blog, willing to forgive a few occasional lapses into cheesiness on my part...ok, ok, i know...i should really go...and visit sandman for a spell...aah well.

yay/wail

i had such a great diwali weekend. a complete maelstrom of hurried, flurried activity!! hyper - social as i like to say. so many new people i met, i can't say. i was pampered and stuffed with dish after delelctable dish.hmm. i wish i could have gone for the kali thakur bisharjan with my neighbours. i've been twice and it's a divine feeling, it is. travelling in a rickety open air truck, under a 'fireworks' sky. and then you see whole hordes of other bisharjan groups staring over at your vehicle, and for once you don't mind the stares. you're all a part of an inexplicable, collective process. and then the insistent clamour of the kasha. hmhm. why do i have to write term papers whn i could be enjoying a perfectly poetic, incredibly intoxicating, mesmerisingly memorable night out? ohh and not to forget the chaos on the ganges and the last minute goodbyes to the pratima who has silently accompanied you on your journey. she stays silent though all the festive sounds are occasioned for her. and the wonderful, warm people who feel like family!! and the squeaking balloons we annoy the sound out of on the return journey and the salty taste of warm groundnuts we are always treated to...and finally the delicious warmth of a snuggly bed, after a long, tiring, hard day's night.

unresolved crises

hand in hand
over land
and sea
we
travelled, the
untramelled
bits of the world.
round and round
unbound
and free were we
as we
strolled.
him and me.
we had nowhere to go
but that didn't slow
us down.
not one frown
of worried anger
corrugated our brows
now
was the time to roam
with no desperation
to find a home.
to explore
and create
new homes, in new plots
each in different slots,
each called us with
a different flavoured voice.
ephermeral
seemed better than eternal.
until we had to make that one choice.

bisharjan blues, sharod's hues.

the other day i was curled up on my balcony railing, the sound of valedictory dhaak beats resounding through the air, and i was battling an incurable case of bisharjan blues. this inexplicable(hardly) malady afflicts me without fail on an annual basis. and since i spent most of my pujas pent up at home, things seemed doubly worse. sobsob. i am always comforted, however, by the intoxicating fragrance of the wild chhateem flowers that toss their perfume so indiscriminately into the incense filled air.
the funny thing is that i actually saw Kash phool for the first time on the drive from Mumbai to Pune, and they were the featheriest things i've ever laid my eyes upon...erm, barring feathers. sorry for my newly developed sad sens'o'humour. i am in pune now, and if i could eat the weather i gladly would, it is so delightfully delicious. sigh. the sky is many hued, complex, clear, bright, mysterious, alluring and evasive.
life can be really delectable and deplorable...like the whimsical, half made up mind of a child feeling suddenly capricious and difficult.