Monday 30 April, 2007

ting ting ti ting

I am the Brittania jingle today

from when I set out on the long walk from new home (yayyy) to office in the morning

Didn’t fall asleep quickly last night…first night alone in new house…pillow arrived much, much before dreamless sleep. Read hemingway in hope of water n salt dreams…kept hoping till the pigeons woke me up! They get rather loud, those fellows. But yes, their gurgle is any day preferred to ma’s hoarse roar (full of ferocious love, am sure). The terrace my new shack’s on – was apparently a roosting ground for pigeons….till OB (awesome neighbour plus sexy cook, on same terrace, but in executive suite) drove them almost away two bird-generations back. But such responsible strangers birds are I tell you….they returned to ensure early rising happened on my first morning in new cubby.

P.S. The third morning actually, but the first two were cruelly snatched from me by a drunken, passed out small girl who refused to leave before sunset. So real celebration of new home started only last night

And I don’t know how it happened, but I broke the metal standing things attached to my rickety bed…so second round of stealthy sleep was disturbed by loud clanging things…had a great fall, the metal thing, with my clothes n all….but it’s ok, not the kind of damage that’ll disrupt sleep tonight

So anyway, morning alone-coffee was full of silly grins on the terrace…I can wake up at the same late hour and spend twice the time on coffee now :-))))))))))))))))))))

And ofcourse, the silliness had to increase……BMP auto stops at corner below with “Bengalooru Mahanagara Palike City News” blaring broadcast. No news too obviously…just a saccharine voicing threat to residents that legal action will be taken if we don’t participate in Keep-City-Clean project. I ran inside to fetch ashtray.

Walked to the office!! Small girl called n quickly warned me to not resort to cheap tricks like jumping into a rickshaw – don’t you dare take an auto, it’s a two-minute, enjoy the walk!!
I did!!!

And walked in at unprecedented 15minutes late at work!! (everyone else comes in atleast an hour late, comparison accentuates..)

My new home!!!….match-box sized on garden terrace! View includes ugly bubble-head-dome of an uglier house, but still….who cares…there’s pigeons for alarm clocks…and open terrace with rusted swing for coffee time...and kind neighbour who cooks lovely smelling dishes and invites me to pig...and a very nice road also i discovered nearby for late evening, jolly strolls....many watering holes all in one kilometer radius...and last but not the least, big lake little away!


First day full of tra la la la laaaaa’s

Monday 23 April, 2007

streets

Jayanagara ….As darling Disease calls it….
bittersweet pangy moment of a “jayanagara ladiesu”…the psycho is a non-jayanagara, don’t know why she got included in the A-List…am the only true blue!

sunny Tuesday far far away from my part of the city….left it! Abandoned it
bipin said, very wisely..."when you leave a person, when you leave a place...."

this though...can let go, can never cut loose

The equation is strange…the minute I figure it out, grows into more, many, in every direction
Strange…
And wholesome…..and endlessly gratifying….those nooks n crannies of that locality – I know the texture of every turn there

and those streets…they always made me sinnnnngggggg

Streets are different
You can’t teach them weakness
Can’t make them stop waiting for you
Can’t teach them cruelty
The only object of love you can walk bloody thoughtlessly all over
And then they take you by surprise, throw you down n walk all over you……ache touch under bare feet

They know my feet – those streets – no destinations need to be planned, they just take me places....

ground of free flights

soar







Friday 20 April, 2007

....

how words between us have dwindled with the days
the present - these past some days - has the mind-fog that belongs to far memories

what it means....
when today feels like a memory

tomorrow will stretch some more silence

no-look man

this man at the bakery...
i stood next to him for all of some five minutes
my order was a long noise full of indecision
this man was right next to me, I was in reach of his shirt-pocket wrinkle details
he had a no-look on his face, he just stood there...his back to the street, snack in his hand, he in full view of the bakery-insides
this strange, still man with a no-look on his face, not a vacant look - not a look devoid of,...but just at point.0
i was right next to him - he was not aware of me
stand right next to someone and be powerless to be present
strange comfortingly awesome

strange things
touch me in strange ways, this man did...i felt my absence standing next to him

he wasn't looking at anything inside the bakery....just some very boring scenery many streets beyond the walls of the bakery, it did nothing to him, whatever he was looking at did nothing to him
and he didn't want to do a thing about whatever he was looking at

i wonder...
about the size and nature of his consciousness
he also not once looked at what he was eating