Friday, February 23, 2007

Escape!

I keep on thinking to myself...what is it that you do and love doing it? Which part of your life do you love? Why have you become such a whiner? Why are you frustrated even now that you are out of the dump?

I have a dream though...a dream I love...where I just leave everything behind and walk away to someplace unknown. I have it all planned out, sort of.Wake up one fine morning. Go to the railway station, take the first train I see (even the general bogey would do!) and go away! I wont know where it will take me, but thats the best thing about it. Get off at someplace, wander about, and, if I like the place, take up some job that can atleast take care of my basic expenses. Then live it up for a few days, and go away again to the next random town.

Will I like that life? I think I will.

But there's a constant nagging voice at the back of my head...telling me to stop being immature, be responsible, grow up! You are going to be an engineer, it says. People expect responsible behaviour from you. Society expects you to act 'normal'.

Why? Why should I tie my life down...why should I follow the rat race? Why should I follow my mind...when I know my heart is always going to be sad if I do so? Why should I kill the thrill and adventure of my life and be bonded to one plcae-one job-one society-one kind of life? Why cant I explore the world?And then the thoughts of going away come back again. The longing to be free...the freedom to live life...the freedom to expect nothing and anything. The freedom to get surprised every step of the way. The freedom to romance every drop of rain...every light breeze...every shooting star...every bit of the endless moonlit sky. All this without the thought of people laughing in my face-people calling me mad, unrealistic and stupid. I know I will love that life.

Will you?

Friday, February 9, 2007

Solid wall of nothing-a day in the life of a pigeon-an experiment

I opened my eyes to a beautiful morning today.
We-misses and me-had moved to this neighborhood just last evening. The temporary shelter we had taken up atop a tinbox had turned into a nightmare. The rats and smoke-blowing humans had almost succeeded in forcing misses to have second thoughts about moving here. The latter especially-she thought the humans were evil. I, being a bit more travelled than her, explained that it was OK, the humans were not demons. I told her the humans do that to help them poop.At night, I found a peculiar projection for both of us to perch on, and made up my mind to find a permanent place the next morning. Misses was going to lay soon.
So, today morning, both of us left to look for a good place to build a home on. I had explained what to look for-a place which looked like it wasnt occupied by anyone for long. We started in different directions, to speed up the process.
Some time later, we met at a place we had decided upon earlier. Although I had had no luck, misses looked to be in high spirits. She said she had found a great spot, and took me to it. It was one of those places where many humans live above each other's houses. We got in through a window-and I was immediately dissapointed. There were human things lying all over the place-clothes, books and some assorted things too, though I dont know what they were called. It was lying wherever possible-a big mess really. I tried to tell misses that this place was occupied, but she refused to believe it. "No human can live in a place like this", she said. I decided against arguing-doing so might have led to an unwanted scenario, considering the physical and mental condition misses was in at that juncture.
We looked around, and found a spot to build on. We got to it immediately, starting off by gathering the material. Thankfully, we found some of it lying around there itself. We spent quite a long time gathering everything up. By now, I too had started to think that this place was unoccupied-there hadnt been any sort of indication of occupancy for a long time. Misses had gone out for one last trip, and I was starting to put everything together, when the worst happened.
The human came in.
I was scared like hell, and flew towards a window to get out. What happened next will surely be a popular story amongst my friends now, and later, among my grandchildren.
As I flew towards the window, for a moment I saw myself-I cannot explain how-I just saw myself in the air through which I was going to pass-like I see myself in a pool of water while going over it. Then I hit something hard. I could not understand what was happening. It was like I had flown into a solid wall of nothing! I tried again, but the same thing happened. All this time, the human was standing in the door and staring at me stupidly. I prayed that he would leave me alone. But then he snapped out of it, and got two huge sticks. I thought I was done for, and tried to go through the window again, flapping frantically. Doing so might blow away the solid wall of nothing, I thought. But luck was against me.The human came closer then, and tried to lift me between the two sticks. I am sure he would have put me in a fire and made a meal out of me if he had succeeded. But I am smart too, and I started walking along the window, back and forth, away from the sticks.The human lost it I think, because he yelled "Stupid bird" at me and went way, closing the door behind him. I thanked God, and tried to get out again. No success.
I wondered what was wrong. This had never happend to me before. I was too tired to try again, so I just looked out through the solid wall of nothing. I saw misses go by, and signalled at her to stay away.
I had stood there for a long time, thinking about my next move, when the human came in again. This time, his hair was wet. he had been in water. He scowled at me, apparently not happy to see me still there. I wished I could share with him what the amazing solid wall of nothing was doing to me. He again picked up the sticks, and stuck a piece of cardboard on each one. He tried to pick me up again, but I outsmarted him this time aswell. It was easy-I just resorted to the wing-flapping-to-and-fro-walk along the window. He lost it again, called me a "pea brain" and went away. I was again left to myself. I started looking through the solid wall of nothing.
Was thinking what to do, when the bugger came in again. This time he really came close, and started throwing clothes over me. I wanted to tell him I wasnt cold. But apparently he understood anyway, because he took them away himself. After this, he stood looking at me for a long time, occasionally hitting around me with the stick. I made sure that my body language wasnt showing any fear.
The human then put on a plastic bag over his hand, and came really close. And then he tried to pick me up! As soon as he did that, I flapped, and he jerked away violently. He stepped back, and shuddered from head to toe. I realized then and there that he was scared out of his wits too.
After another long staring-at-me session, he came back and picked me up. He was holding me firmly this time, so I couldnt flap. I just had to resign to fate. He carried me to another window, and let me go. I couldnt believe it! I was not his meal!
I met misses oustide, and we unanimously decided against moving here. Our old neighborhood was good for us.
Sitting on the familiar branch now, I realize that I learnt a lot from the encounter with the human. But the solid wall of nothing still mystifies me. Misses says that it could be have been a hallucination, a mirage. She had learnt this from one of her friends who goes to a mass feast at the fountain in the city, every Sunday. She had overheard the two human hosts of the feast saying to each other-"If some one wants something badly enough, he could have visons of it everywhere he sees. Hallucinations. This happens mostly in times of extreme mental distress-like when someone is extremely thirsty, hungry or even frightened"
I dismissed this theory. I did not want misses to believe that I was in "extreme mental distress", lest she think me a coward. But, inwardly...

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

the season

To word it sweetly-the season of the union of the souls is in full bloom. This time of the year, poeple seem to be in a rush to get married.

There is a 'marriage hall' next to the building I live in. Everyday I get out for college, I have to come face-to-face with pretty ladies dressed in sarees and gems. Some of the girls are dressed in saress too. I wonder what they are thinking, standing on the road like that-every passerby is looking at them. The least the organisers should do is put up a "WARNING: ACCIDENT PRONE AREA" board. People could die, no? It is another thing that looking at these pretty ladies makes me feel really shabby in my white shirt-navy blue trousers college uniform...

The evenings are the best times though. The baraats chugging along the road are a real treat. Riding along to get a fag, I come across a traffic hold-up. Moving on, and I hear the sound of the drums and horns from up ahead, rising above the assorted'n'loud road noises. It sounds pumping! I worm my way ahead through the crawling traffic. The people in the cars spare no words to let their feelings be known, abusing profusely in the general direction of the baraat. Gradually I am close enough to see the band, playing the latest bolly tune, and a small crowd dancing it up in a mad frenzy. The loud drumming sends an electric pulse through me, and I wish I can get down and get lost in the throbbing mob of revellers. Then I see a guy bend down and light a sutli bomb. My pulse is already racing, and the sight of the lighted fuse shoots it up to astronomical levels. I start praying silently, hoping that the bomb does not explode while Im passing by. I cannot stop, theres a line of cursing vehicles behind me. I move on and approach the bomb, and suddenly the fuse starts burning with a greater speed. I twist the acclerator, praying, watching, perspiring, a Don tune in the BG, the bomb wanting to go off and a steady honking of vehicles pushing me on. The crowd starts yelling, louder and louder, waiting for their yelling to end into a loud boom, as the light appoaches the green horror. I look at it, I find myself right next to it...wrong place-wrong time and--FISSssssssss...the bomb pees off. A fuska baar, damp squib. The crowd laughs, I thank my stars-and get away. Puffing at a nearby paan-wala, I catch a glimpse of the groom, resplendent in his rich wedding do. You're comfortable, I want to say to him, you're a safe distance away from the bomb. Let me see how you do when I light one before your gentle steed. The thought and the vision that follows it is amusing enough...

The marriage bug hasnt spared anyone. I go to see my aunty, and see another crease below her eyes. I can tell from the look of her face that theres a new wedding invitation lying in the vicinity. Every invitation to her brings alongwith it a reminder that her daughter, my cousin, is in that age-range too. The fact that cuz is away on a job and not interested yet readily adds another two lines to aunty's countenance.

Later in the night, sitting in the balcony, I see the silent, distant starbursts of red n blue in the sky. 'Another lucky one', I think. 'Ek aur halaal ho gaya'.

Monday, February 5, 2007

on the chopping board

Hey.
Welcome to the veg kolhapuri.
For those of you wondering what 'kolhapuri' means, well its just a real hot comestible. Im a tru-blu maharshtrian, and this one of my fav veggies. For the recipe, go here: Recipe
Theres also a legend of sorts behind the word 'kolhapuri'...the kolhapuri chappal precisely, made famous by Amitabh Bacchan in the movie Suhaag..Wanna know more? Check out the chappal bachchan's holding: The Chappal
Interpret the name of the blog in either context u wish. :)
Why the did I choose it for the name of a blog? Dont really have a good reason. Just like the sound of it.

So, anyway, neither the eatable veg kolhpauri nor BigB's sandal has anything to do with this blog.
At this time, even I cannot tell you how am I going to proceed with the posts here. Its just a personal blog, but I will be focusing on the weird ideas and thoughts that hit me sometimes, out of the blue. As anyone of you who has had a similar experience would agree, these thoughts n ideas can be amusing to amazingly shocking. Some of them are perverse, while some just naive. I know I had a few which were so perverse that they cant be put up (yet :P)...and so the veg in the name in comes in.
I hope you enjoy yourselves on the mess I am going to spill out :-)