Our Haiku - I

These days are so tight,
Have reached mechanical heights
Aint complaining my friend
Its just that all this is so different (from the lives we used to live)
- the other bojangles

To Live

Life is brief.
Fall in love, maidens,
before the crimson bloom fades from your lips,
before the tides of passion cool within you,
for those of you who know no tomorrow.

Life is brief.
Fall in love, maidens,
before your raven tresses begin to fade,
before the flames in your hearts flicker and die,
for those to whom today will never return.


(from Akira Kurosawa's Ikiru)

pg34 material

but may be I'll post when fed up of being me.

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it's getting bad again
perhaps we've outlived ourselves

" To lay me down
In silence easy
To be born again
In another world.. " - Van Morrison, Astral Weeks

if

Everyone's been working a lot - saturdays, sundays, independence days - wondering whether they get the satisfaction.. or may be it comes only when something is finished.. or when it's moving towards some line.. Osho says the pay alleviates the pointless - may be things would be brighter if there was a need. May be thats why people go about creating them.

cancelled tomorrow's class

Got the Most Stable Employee award today (a Shopper's Stop gift voucher) for doing the same thing for over a year. Dunno if it's a good or bad thing.. but the Mouse should be pleased.

Jackson Pollock

"If people would leave most of their stuff at home and just look at the paintings, I don't think they'd have any trouble enjoying them. It's like looking at a bed of flowers – you don't tear your hair out over what it means." (from the movie)

Also salary came in today and along with it the feeling that may be I can do this afterall.

yet another day

Working day. Others at lunch, me at Shravan (ekadashi today, ergo 11 days have already passed). Also thanks to the underground man, I think I even understand why.

a wise man leaves his feelings behind,
a kind man cannot but be kind..

(but that's work related, and the Others are getting back)

for little Rohit's art-book

written during my homeward train ride:

To Friendship

When I'm wearied, down, feeling low or sore
When I cannot see the light anymore
You knock unexpected at my door
And guide me safe to the shore.

And when I'm shiny, light, gay and high
(for happiness needs not a reason why)
You gift me wings, help me fly
Soar the heavens and touch the sky!

satday at work

Treat everything as an adventure, I overheard them say.
But it gets harder when you know they were right and you were wrong.

" So leave the ways that are making you be
what you really dont want to be.
Leave the ways that are making you love
what you really dont want to love." - Nick Drake

so that I remember

3rd june - solicited by gay fellow (already forgot his name). But it'll take more than one to get me cut my hair.

3rd july - got pushed & fell off the local train. Experienced Bombay's famous apathy and also the comfort of kneecaps!

11th july - another sad day for the city (ride with a totally deaf yet very talkative rickshaw driver).

so the financial papers win over page3!

to reality

Pune was surreal - if Time ever stood there, he'd be motionless. Utpal filing FIRs for stolen mobile phones. Nikhil's guitar and talk. Aniket on trekking. Mr Brownstone..

The Myth of Sisyphus

but, if they brought forth
one big simmering pot
to melt, blend or dissolve everything that we had got,
reforged all you were, and all I was not
would it be easier on us all?

The masses have their religion, so I chose my opium. But I was wrong - one must choose consciousness.

'The rock is still rolling.' - Albert Camus

Happy Birthday Shamik!

the dirt settles, the waters get clear
inebriety takes on new meanings, year after year
holding on to those who hold you dear
incapable of love, of laughter, mirth or tear.