As I hear to Gulzar's superb poetry in "Marasim", I wonder at the depth captured in the 2 lines:
"..din gujarata nahin hai, logon main,
raat hoti nahin basar tanha.."
(...can't spend the day amidst people,
can't spend the night in loneliness ...)
How can a poet live through all emotions? And know them so well as to squeeze the essence of life into a few lines?
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Friday, August 26, 2005
Friday, August 05, 2005
Tennis time..
oh yeah, I almost forgot, this is the summer and so this is tennis time !!
Gosh, I end up playing a lot sometimes. A field nearby to my place ensures that we can play at night times too. But what a pity that the lights go off at 11pm !!
But then this week was busy and could not play much. As a matter of fact, it was I who refused to go and play on weekdays, because there are so many more things which need to be done...as always....so much more to be done......
Tennis is a nice memory, which brings cheer to me. And I wake up sometimes, with the thought of a perfect ace, going down the middleline, perfectly and smoothly.
I am sure my old love, table-tennis must be feeling jealous at all the attention tennis is getting. But then what can I do if they decide to close down the "paid by the hour" table-tennis room for the WHOLE of summer !!!
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Gosh, I end up playing a lot sometimes. A field nearby to my place ensures that we can play at night times too. But what a pity that the lights go off at 11pm !!
But then this week was busy and could not play much. As a matter of fact, it was I who refused to go and play on weekdays, because there are so many more things which need to be done...as always....so much more to be done......
Tennis is a nice memory, which brings cheer to me. And I wake up sometimes, with the thought of a perfect ace, going down the middleline, perfectly and smoothly.
I am sure my old love, table-tennis must be feeling jealous at all the attention tennis is getting. But then what can I do if they decide to close down the "paid by the hour" table-tennis room for the WHOLE of summer !!!
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The Marriage Season
As the rains pour all through the rainy season, it seems that this is the marriage season.
From far and wide, I get mails from people with whom I was in constant touch or from people who rarely appeared in my inbox with one constant subject - "I am getting married" !
Good, I feel good for them. And of course wish them all the best. As they go along this new path, hand in hand. Sigh..so romantic !!
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From far and wide, I get mails from people with whom I was in constant touch or from people who rarely appeared in my inbox with one constant subject - "I am getting married" !
Good, I feel good for them. And of course wish them all the best. As they go along this new path, hand in hand. Sigh..so romantic !!
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The Caged Bird
From the archives - Monday, September 06, 2004
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I let the bird go, fly away from the cage I had so painstakingly made for it. Made with the best material available so that it would love to stay there.
And since then it hasn't returned back yet.
On some quite evening, thinking about it, I realized that the bird was never in the cage, never was it with me. I had woven the web around myself and deceived myself to see it. When I opened its cage, it was I that flew, freed from the cage......
(c) Deapesh.
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I let the bird go, fly away from the cage I had so painstakingly made for it. Made with the best material available so that it would love to stay there.
And since then it hasn't returned back yet.
On some quite evening, thinking about it, I realized that the bird was never in the cage, never was it with me. I had woven the web around myself and deceived myself to see it. When I opened its cage, it was I that flew, freed from the cage......
(c) Deapesh.
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Gotta run...see u bye
From the archives - Thursday, June 09, 2005
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then she said,
"gotta run, see u soon, bye" and walked away on me.
I kept wondering, why did she do that, why did she just walk away like that without even registering my reaction to her leaving so suddenly.
It was mysterious. And it was sad.
I picked up what ever was remaining. And slowly made my way back home...slowly...head bent and shrugged shoudlers....sad.
The door opened with a creak. It was all dark inside. I switched the light on, put the radio on hoping that I would not be bombarded with some advertisement. Some song ran.
The windows need to be opened to let the late night breeze in. And along with that came the sweet smell of the Farangipani flowers outside my window.
The moon was right in front. As if to offer me some solace.
Yeah I was back with my friends, the evening breeze, the soft moonlight and the silent tree.
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then she said,
"gotta run, see u soon, bye" and walked away on me.
I kept wondering, why did she do that, why did she just walk away like that without even registering my reaction to her leaving so suddenly.
It was mysterious. And it was sad.
I picked up what ever was remaining. And slowly made my way back home...slowly...head bent and shrugged shoudlers....sad.
The door opened with a creak. It was all dark inside. I switched the light on, put the radio on hoping that I would not be bombarded with some advertisement. Some song ran.
The windows need to be opened to let the late night breeze in. And along with that came the sweet smell of the Farangipani flowers outside my window.
The moon was right in front. As if to offer me some solace.
Yeah I was back with my friends, the evening breeze, the soft moonlight and the silent tree.
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