That winter season
Delhi beautiful, as if a Bride
That colourful garden
Roses blooming, as if teasing me
That white stone slab
Sitting pretty, as if a gemstone
All are witness to
A melody hummed
A lovestory that can be
This winter season
Delhi beautiful, as if a Bride
This colourful garden
Roses blooming, as if mocking me
This white stone slab
Steel cold, as if a gravestone
All were witness to
A song never sung
A lovestory that never could be
God alone knows how much I wish
I could turn back the hands of time;
sometimes we are too busy that
we dont notice happiness passby
Every time I find myself at fault
I shall return to this garden
Sitting on this white stone slab
this melody, I shall humm
Cause, they say,
Some songs are better left unsung.
Showing posts with label New Delhi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Delhi. Show all posts
Friday, January 18, 2008
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Tripping: Two weeks later...
The last two weeks will remain as a special chapter in my life. Three prominent angles mark this fantabulous week.
First "The Mad Angle":- Margaritas, Screw Drivers, Planter's Punch, Smirnoff kept flowing, while grilled chicken kept popping out of the grilling machine as we hosted party after party after party (5 to be precise). Long Live George Foreman---that was the best buy of all the shopping I have done in Dubai all these years! The mad angle part of it was the vanishing act done by chicken n the sickening act done by me. Just when we (Lambuji n Thinguji) thought we would do the grilled chicken stuff in one of the parties , market ran out of chicken-AD, BD, AE, C3...Had to run to everywhere and finally got them in GC...phew! Coming to my acrobats, first I ran around the streets at night, got involved in a street fight and also had the time to pain the cosmetic shop attenders with my banter. I also made Lambuji eat the burnt maggi I cooked especially for her n i also threw up. I also went into a cake baking-spree, shopping-spree ( I almost ransacked all shops in Sarogini Nagar, Lajpat Nagar n Atta Market) and gardening mania. In all those madness I even found time for buying some good old jewellery for the big day ahead.
Second "The Heart Angle" It was the meeting of the minds, it was the bonding of the hearts, it was the week of love and laugh. Money goes, Health goes, Friends go, Love goes but Family stays forever. Its the most important truth of my life and this week's activities were a small tribute to that truth. Sharing drinks and chicken, baking cakes , shopping for nail colours while drunk, eating burnt maggi cause it has been cooked by a loved one, getting up at 4.30am in the peak of winter to recieve a loved one at the railway station even when you have asthma, three people eating one Dosa and still feeling fullfilled, dashing to the airport just after a job interview to welcome a loved one when the outside temperature is 4 degrees, two generations of sisters cooking food together, lambuji and tinguji doing night outs, lambuji teaching tinguji all the katu satyas of life , watching Feluda movie "Kailashe Kelenkari" together and tripping over "MuniDaar Munidaar Yanna Rascala..Mind It"....its inexplicable
Third "The Bad Angle" We came, We partied, We Bitched n bitched n bitched n b......
I learnt new galis and put-lake all those namurads (Hopeless- for the Urdu Challenged) and max payne agents (ei Lambuji.... THEYNKS!), also got sick witnessing the Pullover game. Why was I trying to drive a mercedes in a desert? Yeah really.... put lake all those people and those relationships that come with 45 suitcases of emotional baggage. Excess baggage is not even allowed during short journeys by air so why should they be allowed in this long journey of life. Chalo yeh to sirf trailer tha....Picture to main dikhaungi mere dost; MIND IT !(Inspired by my Guru SRK)
First "The Mad Angle":- Margaritas, Screw Drivers, Planter's Punch, Smirnoff kept flowing, while grilled chicken kept popping out of the grilling machine as we hosted party after party after party (5 to be precise). Long Live George Foreman---that was the best buy of all the shopping I have done in Dubai all these years! The mad angle part of it was the vanishing act done by chicken n the sickening act done by me. Just when we (Lambuji n Thinguji) thought we would do the grilled chicken stuff in one of the parties , market ran out of chicken-AD, BD, AE, C3...Had to run to everywhere and finally got them in GC...phew! Coming to my acrobats, first I ran around the streets at night, got involved in a street fight and also had the time to pain the cosmetic shop attenders with my banter. I also made Lambuji eat the burnt maggi I cooked especially for her n i also threw up. I also went into a cake baking-spree, shopping-spree ( I almost ransacked all shops in Sarogini Nagar, Lajpat Nagar n Atta Market) and gardening mania. In all those madness I even found time for buying some good old jewellery for the big day ahead.
Second "The Heart Angle" It was the meeting of the minds, it was the bonding of the hearts, it was the week of love and laugh. Money goes, Health goes, Friends go, Love goes but Family stays forever. Its the most important truth of my life and this week's activities were a small tribute to that truth. Sharing drinks and chicken, baking cakes , shopping for nail colours while drunk, eating burnt maggi cause it has been cooked by a loved one, getting up at 4.30am in the peak of winter to recieve a loved one at the railway station even when you have asthma, three people eating one Dosa and still feeling fullfilled, dashing to the airport just after a job interview to welcome a loved one when the outside temperature is 4 degrees, two generations of sisters cooking food together, lambuji and tinguji doing night outs, lambuji teaching tinguji all the katu satyas of life , watching Feluda movie "Kailashe Kelenkari" together and tripping over "MuniDaar Munidaar Yanna Rascala..Mind It"....its inexplicable
Third "The Bad Angle" We came, We partied, We Bitched n bitched n bitched n b......
I learnt new galis and put-lake all those namurads (Hopeless- for the Urdu Challenged) and max payne agents (ei Lambuji.... THEYNKS!), also got sick witnessing the Pullover game. Why was I trying to drive a mercedes in a desert? Yeah really.... put lake all those people and those relationships that come with 45 suitcases of emotional baggage. Excess baggage is not even allowed during short journeys by air so why should they be allowed in this long journey of life. Chalo yeh to sirf trailer tha....Picture to main dikhaungi mere dost; MIND IT !(Inspired by my Guru SRK)
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Tripping: My First!
So many firsts happening in the last two weeks
---going on a cocktailathon
---throwing up
---baking fruit cake
---business development in Delhi n NCR
---shopping in Sarojini market n Lajpat Nagar in one day
---losing a beautiful graphic print Top the very same day of buying it
---Sitting at the Delhi airport for 7 horrible hours
---getting involved in a street fight
---binging on SRK movies
---wearing 2'' heels
---Tipsy-walking the streets at night
and visiting the Sai Baba temple in Noida.
---going on a cocktailathon
---throwing up
---baking fruit cake
---business development in Delhi n NCR
---shopping in Sarojini market n Lajpat Nagar in one day
---losing a beautiful graphic print Top the very same day of buying it
---Sitting at the Delhi airport for 7 horrible hours
---getting involved in a street fight
---binging on SRK movies
---wearing 2'' heels
---Tipsy-walking the streets at night
and visiting the Sai Baba temple in Noida.
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