Recommendations
Post Movie-Marathon-Long-weekend.
- The Departed.
- Blood Diamond.
- Parzania.
- Layer Cake.
- Andaz Apna Apna.
- Black Friday – releasing on 9th Feb.
- Jaane bhi do Yaaron.
PS: If you haven’t seen Lock Stock, or Snatch then go watch them NOW.
‘Its autumn…’ she said in all of her blocked-nosed-glory.
‘What?’
‘Autumn..! I can see the dried leaves dancing on the streets?’
Dead leaves… Dance of death? Dried & dead leaves dancing on the streets.. Pretty.
Hmmm…
Memories etched beautifully in my mindscape, seductive and utterly irresistible. Inviting. Undeniable. Sensuously creeping up on me. Images that I couldn’t erase from sight? Wouldn’t? Words that refuse to fade away. Voices that haunt, soft and so warm. So lost. The spells I had used to conjure those dreams of yours are nowhere to be found. I have searched. I really have. I tried. I did. I wrote another spell… another potion was brewed… unsuccessfully.
Memories that are brilliantly bright otherwise compel me to let you go… A vast ocean beckons, waves lapping around your ankles, carrying you away. Why? She doesn’t miss your absence. I clutch my broken heart and grains of sand caress my hands. Isn’t it upsetting? It was beyond her control. Its beyond my control. The cup of tea is a reminder of you, she shuts her eyes. I try so hard to conjure your gorgeous face and all I can see is darkness – comforting, anonymous darkness. The little boy reminds me of you – he has your smile – honest! Oh so bloody honest!
The auto turns and I see you… and I miss you again. I miss you but not your absence, or is it the other way around? Did you really disappear? Did you? I can see myself in the tiny round mirror and I resort to staring at familiarity. The cold numbs me and I touch my nose with the un-surity of a little girl asked, “Beta, where is your nose?” I laugh at my own ridiculous analogy and rub my nose with my mitten-ed hand. I give Maa an informative 30 second call. She starts poking me demanding ek rupaiya. I stare at her face, she stares back mirroring my obvious curiousity. I tell her to pose for me…
That really didn’t work out… So here you go :)
W.D. & H.O Wills
The lone dhumrapaan dandika looks so hopelessly sad in the space meant for 9 more of its kind..
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I am about to light my last cigarette. Its not a nice feeling… Its not a nice feeling at all… To get another pack would mean braving the cold, a rickshaw ride, and stares that a GIRL wants to buy soooo many packets of cigarettes (it is economical to buy a 20 pack, and sensible to buy a couple of packs when you live so far far away from the ‘market’). So, do I light it or hold on to it? For now, I shall hold on to it… For now.
CIGARETTE SMOKING IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH
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Despite that warning on every pack purchased, why do I smoke? Why do we smoke? Why is the cigarette romanced with… in books, movies, pubs, nightclubs, my blog apparently… Why is the Marlboro man this icon of… Macho-ness! Why is Gold Flake the brand with the most recall value? Why is it (all cigarettes actually) dropped from various surveys to talk of Colgate, etc.
Despite all the editing of scenes and bans on advertising…
Despite all that, what comes to mind?
“Well, your fingers weave quick minarets
Speak in secret alphabets
I light another cigarette
Learn to forget, learn to forget”
- Soul Kitchen, The Doors.
Okay, enough. Time for a smoke. Ugh. Me, addict me!
Here goes nothing…
…it’s the sarcasm, the joy that we get out of snubbing mediocrity, the laughter that is derived from killing cockroaches, the warmth that only dogs and no human can ever sense.
I came up with this recently, part of a something written for someone, it stands alone here and still makes perfect sense to me. Oh, I am so proud (hehe! glee I see glee when I smile so wide!)… Self Obsession is not a nice thing? This huge mirror in my room is very unavoidable.
