Changing Perspectives- beginning with me

Much as I am often critical pushing the boundaries to the extent of being caustic, I have begun to look beneath the layers. And it is surprising me, filling me with empathy not frustration, amusement not anger and perhaps settling the inner turmoils in my own mind when I find people, convictions, perceptions or actions distinctly different from mine. There is always so much more than the eyes can see.

I was talking to a dear friend over lunch yesterday and we both agreed, our patience with what we do not like/ was different from our school of thoughts was weaning with age. "Frankly, I do not know why I am in the same frame with him/ her"! But the same us, we concurred, accepted a lot of "nuisance" a lot more casually in the younger days.

I, however added that maybe with time, it will change again to being neutral or simply graciously understanding the psyche of another pattern. And I have been consciously thinking since then...

When I find people subscribing to all kinda games on Facebook, I am no longer thinking they are silly time wasters trying to find their personality types, the meanings of their names, their best friends or what makes them happy. I am beginning to wonder how lonely they are

My growing up years....

There are so many things about my growing up years in India that I miss. Yes, from the time of the dinosaurs, when carrots, cauliflowers and green peas were only available fresh and in winters; when Boroline and Dettol were the antidotes to life's miseries, most of which centred around the knees or elbows; when kids in the neighbourhood gathered every evening to play and there would be one target house that served them "paani"; when broadcast started with colour bars and ended with a grainy buzz; when on certain days of the week someone would turn the TV antenna in a certain direction and the family could watch Pakistani theatre on screen; when spooling tapes with a Nataraj pencil or a Reynold's blue capped pen back into the cassette was an art; where romance started with A+R; when handwriting apparently was the biggest proof of one's character...

I have stopped judging people now. I don't get to read handwritten notes anymore

Voices

Words do not worry me. Silence does. I dread the moments when all that I can hear between shadows of my breaths are my own footsteps. Not even the voices in my head. That makes me nervous.

Do thoughts have a gender bias?

I find it so interesting how certain things I write resonate more with men sometimes than women. And in some other times, women identify more with my musings than men. Do my narratives have a gender slant? So many of my protagonists are men. May be there is a bit of a man in my mind that men can connect with and there is obviously a woman in my heart that echoes the pulsating beats of others in my kind. Or are my thoughts, convictions, observations, rationale and inferences generally unisexual?

Pronam Montro

Ki chaili otokhon pronam kore?

Ortho.

Mane taka poisha?

Na, ei orther ortho thik ta na.

Ar ki chaili?

Shahosh.

Oma! Keno juddho korte jabi naki?

Korchi to.

Besh. Ar kichu chaili na?

Chailam. Khoma.

Keno? Kar kache doshi tui?

Nijer kaache.

Baarish....

Ek umr baad tumhari awaz sooni khidki par
Sharmili shaam ke bheege hawayon ne kaano mein phir bajayi tumhari khilkhilati hasi ki dhoon
Aasman to khulkar barsa par zameen tumhari khushboo se aaj phir mahek utthi
Baarish ... Ek umr baad mili ho
Ek iltija hai..
Aaj raat mere paas ruuk jao.
Kuchh tum barson, kuchh main.

Been ages...i missed myself!

Been ages since I wrote a line here....have missed this bit of me so much and am guilty of ignoring myself and my readers.  Will start with something that never fails to inspire me...yes, you knew it was raining...did you not??


Boondein bhi bade kamaal ke hotein hain
Aaj aise tez raftaar se chale mere sath gari ke shishe par
Jaise ashique ka hath thame khule maidaan mein daudta ho koi
Phir kuchh der rukkar na jane kaun si tasveer banayi dhalte kaach ke canvas par
Junoon aisa jaise kisi tasavvur ko zindagi mil gayi 
Phir roothe hue dost ki tarah dastak diya lagatar
Meri kya majaal ki main uss pukar ki tauheen karti
Khidki khol di... Aur hum dono bheege barse!

This morning enroute work