A song on my mind
Refreshing, no frills and memorable. “Mehnagai Dayan”, it appears will become as catchy a phrase as “Emotional Atyachar”.
Looking forward for the movie.
Click !
Images vibrant in my mind
Vivid Desire and innocence leaping by
Transport me to another place and time
A wondrous land from any of my dreams
Like those thousands of words I have only seen
There is some movement
From the corners of my eye, I can see
Swift and scary
Menacingly slow and constantly gaining
Yet all I can see is that beautiful window
A windmill and rows of sprawling grass
A refrigerator filled with wine
And a dream of living
Your picture leaps back at me
Thousands of words I have only seen
Vela times
Jhingalala Hurrrr …
If there is one material obsession my family collectively shares, it has to be for the clunker of a 1980′s Onida TV.
This giant box (which is about the size of a dessert cooler – yeah, I was definitely brought up in the 90′s ) is as simple as televisions can get.
There are ten buttons … Total. Channels 1-8, the volume up and down switch and the on/off switch.
Despite numerous efforts to bring in a sleeker better screen, the rest of my family refuses to budge. So , I decided to take it one baby step at a time – changes from the traditional cable to the set top box were smooth, though slow. Then came a remote, which gathered much protest from my grandma who was not pleased with power shift it brought- her leverage of being the sole channel changer (as she sat dangerously close to the screen) had vanished.
It hence, did not surprise me when the transition to ‘Jingalala’ TV broke all hell, using two remotes and surfing channels confused granny so much that we are back to using the 10 buttons.”After all”, my grandma justifies “The world cup is channel 4 and news is the rest, what else do we need?”.. Sigh!!!
Ditto!!
Is it just me or does every venture around the city of Hyderabad/ Secunderabad seem to start out fresh, new and completely different from others and then slowly but surely slip into the known , tried and tested format.
Be it schools, eating out, jewellery, clothing, electronics .. the search for something unique and different almost every time ends with a new place. The fact that the city is lined with extremely predictable “ditto” hoardings does not help the literal going around in circles.
I so wish that there were more places that were silently different than those screaming their similarities.
Night night
Another night falls
peeling the day of its grime
and soiled clothes
Yet, layers from the past gnaw within
Not good with my actions
Not good with my words
There is more, yet to be seen
Growing with the night
Until tomorrow’s dawn
There won’t be scars of yesterday
just some healing, that the calm would have done
Hardrock, goes places :)
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