startling banals

28 January 2019

turning away..
with the poise of
a seasoned smoker-
the baby puts in its thumb
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14 November 2018

one dead honeybee
to the next-
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04 November 2018

the jeep
slows down-
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24 October 2018

this October afternoon
sitting on your cart
surrounded by bananas
behind this once-white cloth of a curtain
does your little bitty notepad
account for each fruit?
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29 September 2018

abandoned plot
overgrown overrun
by dragonflies
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calling across
the space between
high-rise dogs
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28 May 2018

the world below-
highrise pigeon
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22 March 2018

all over 
this sun-burnt land, 
blooming neem
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22 February 2018

on her doorstep-
the wrinkled ajji
points out
her grandchild
has no teeth
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through the village ruins
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21 February 2018

walking through tilled fields
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Vashi bridge-
two friends lean over
to feed seagulls
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Melghat morning-
crows tilt paLas flowers
in the dark
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15 February 2018

cold morning-
the river fish 
wake early

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22 December 2017

Amravati morning 
bulbuls check out
garbage bins
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04 October 2017

misty rice fields
birds on electric wires
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24 April 2017

the toddler's tiny
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10 April 2017

summer evening
a feast for crows
mango tree
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16 February 2017

stepping off the bus
the winner of hearts
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05 February 2017

chilly dawn-
crows inspect
the cricket pitch
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from the laden jackfruit-
the yellow-green
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03 February 2017

"Look how its ears are - pink, pink!"
the toddler admires
the banana-thief
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02 February 2017

traffic island-
the ash-gray calf
eats spinach
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12 January 2017

foggy dawns-
they wake and stir
yellow school buses
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12 December 2016

street cow-
lusting for
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20 November 2016

high rise duct-
the ringing chuckles
of a house lizard
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19 November 2016

walking up
to the shitting man-
baby cockroach
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31 October 2016

letting go-
the death dance
of dry leaves
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26 August 2016

morning rush-
looking for
the baby's glasses
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04 August 2016

juice shop
crowded trash can
wasps and bees
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all morning
it cools my shoulder
baby snort
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08 July 2016

not the first father
that breastfed
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07 June 2016

crowded bus-
the baby's
biscuit box
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31 May 2016

evening flight-
grandpa grins
at the clouds

evening flight-
the grizzled grandpa grins
at the clouds
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17 May 2016

village summer-
steering through
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12 April 2016

summer afternoon,
over the swimming pool-
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18 March 2016

to come home in time
to be force-fed
by the daughter
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14 August 2015

morning bus -
the monsoon smells
of school gear
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03 July 2015

what do you see
in the bucket whirlpool
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05 June 2015

swimming pool-
safe underwater
the icy raindrops
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23 April 2015

bus ride -
the vendor pays
with flowers
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20 February 2015

perfect poise
a floating zen monk-
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05 September 2014

bus stop-
watching the sunset
with strangers
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02 September 2014

this windy night
the coconut grove
sounds like the sea
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a road-side chat
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morning rush-
the downstairs couple
squeezes in a fight
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27 August 2014

and you're gone
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don't fight
over me
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rush hour
gutters overflow
with silk-cotton seeds
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16 August 2014

yellow streetlight
the lame dog goes home 
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10 August 2014

let the toaster
cool down
daredevil ant 
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work ends
and their home goes down
construction workers 
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our daughter's
first blinking look
at the sky 
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31 July 2014

up risky fences
flowers for ajji's gods
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cycle shop-
the squirrels play
hide and seek
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11 June 2014

empty building-
the squirrel enjoys
her echo
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scaling the commode
for a better view
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25 April 2014

sunbirds and bees
creating coconuts quietly
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19 April 2014

on the squirrel
and on the stork-
our daughter's face
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15 March 2014

dada says to inni 'it is such a beautiful day'
in my dream
did any day
start this way
in their half century
of being married?
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09 March 2014

the area cats
it's Sunday
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23 January 2014

winter night
a bat crosses
the milky way
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17 January 2014

the end comes
looking at oneself
mirror mosquito
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25 December 2013

sampling cake
on the footpath
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23 December 2013

high up
in the treetops
kites and butterflies
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17 October 2013

nibbling away
even at the gates
of the butcher shop

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06 August 2013

the kite
swoops down
on an idli
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morning bus
the child calls it a river
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07 July 2013

saturday morning
wafting groans
struggling mixer
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24 June 2013

monsoon night
the coconut's
restless rustle
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22 June 2013

away from the sea
the coconut
still blooms

holiday afternoon
the coconut sways
from angst to ecstasy

holiday afternoon
the coconut pines
for a lost love

afternoon rain
the coconut's
thousand dripping fingers
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20 June 2013

restaurant water
the lion at the bottom
of the glass
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10 June 2013

black keyboard
plastic fantastic
Dali-esque landscape
insect explorers
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04 June 2013

o sweet warbling bulbul
come shit
on my clothesline
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05 May 2013

under laden jackfruit
a fat garland
cow's breakfast
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25 April 2013

a dog
being chased
by a lady
in a car
Parle biscuits in hand
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old building
the nightwatchman explains
the sleepless pigeons' hunger
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21 April 2013

the new construction
campus dogs
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20 April 2013

bus stop morning
akka's uniform
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03 April 2013

drenched banyan
the bull frog's
rain dance
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02 April 2013

cool morning breeze
over rooftops
translucent moon
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morning eyes
a patch of sun
moves over the red slippers
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25 March 2013

night train
the overflowing general
and the sun-goggled AC
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holding hands
down the slide
playgroup friends
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20 March 2013

evening sun
the canteen dog's
shining nose
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15 March 2013

swinging like a maniac
the glowing phone
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27 February 2013

toddlers' sports day
the whole world smiles
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23 February 2013

dinner gulped down
gaping at the cow
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under the shade
of silk-cotton seeds
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tar road
shadows criss-cross
swooping kite,
falling leaf
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14 February 2013

from the shadows
campus dogs
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23 January 2013

yet beautiful
green dragonfly

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14 January 2013

Pongal morning
amidst raangolis
the lame street dog
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Pongal morning
loudspeaker mantras
smoking priest
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Pongal morning
through the darkness
faraway farts
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09 January 2013

night road
talking to each other
watchmen's sticks
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night road
going the other way
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last pages
of a gripping novel
the mosquito, dead
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coming home
to a rumbling
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08 January 2013

enough time
to escape the broom
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29 December 2012

the mind goes chasing
imaginary mosquitoes;
if it doesn't find any,
it breeds some of its own
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28 December 2012

marriage hall-
the shehnai player
a mobile addict
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21 December 2012

from hall to kitchen
and back
the child's running shadow
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19 December 2012

marriage hall-
between pieces
the shehnai player's
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northward train-
the termite hills
change colour
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13 December 2012

why so restless
before biting me
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07 December 2012

ghat road-
jungle smells,
daytime chorus
of crickets
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03 December 2012

past midnight
the station dog eavesdrops
homeward-bound labourers
joking about
missing their train
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02 December 2012

night train
platform's edge
the tea seller's solitary smoke
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30 November 2012

its enthusiastic chatter
suddenly silenced
by a wailing child
neighbourhood TV
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29 November 2012

shimmering shadow
hovers over the book page
lampshade mosquito
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14 November 2012

fistfuls of warm sand
for her parents
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01 November 2012

drizzling sky
drenched banyan's
dripping roots
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rainy holiday
creeping up to the hostel
umbrellad parents
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31 October 2012

tonight she wears
a tarpaulin raincoat
area cow
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30 October 2012

the jetlagged eyes
of the busy station dog
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28 October 2012

making sure
the train leaves on time
station crows
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21 October 2012

the campus trees
wear higher heels
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the jungle crow
after a long thought
dives in the garbage bin
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chasing a crow
the gulmohar kite
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campus trees
never graduate
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already initiated
into morning walks-
grandma's favourite
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bangalore morning
dustbins overflowing
with fallen flowers
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20 October 2012

a difficult talk-
audience twists, turns and
finally understands
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19 October 2012

aunty smiles
as we dodge the
traffic together
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her seductive hair-flicks
the young bank teller
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12 October 2012

wooded morning path
taking off
the early hawk
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10 October 2012

morning's the best time
for canopy flights
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falling facade
of a posh restaurant
as the workers walk in
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06 October 2012

railway platform
next to the loudspeaker
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02 October 2012

carrying away a piece
of the morning biscuit
laptop ant
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29 September 2012

night train
passing by the home
of loud crickets
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28 September 2012

old friends
sitting back to back-
dog and cow
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come see
our lunar powered love
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moonlit tits
sniffing around-
the occasional mosquito
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10 September 2012

almost dawn-
blue grey trees
through sleepy windows
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09 September 2012

old trees-
the heavy flight
of jungle crows
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27 August 2012

the crowded bus giggles
as the plump conductor
wriggles through
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23 August 2012

hot bus-stop afternoon-
the talking watch
of the blind balm-seller
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construction site child
a yellow toy truck-
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22 August 2012

village temple-
a bus stop
for schoolgirls
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hillside hues
of yellow brown green-
more trees than men
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the ghaaT road-
family of free donkeys
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dry dusty city-streets
the rainy mountain bus
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16 August 2012

walking backwards
away from me-
clothesline moth
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14 August 2012

by the watering of plants-
hardworking mosquito
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10 August 2012

stepping off
the thick novel-
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08 August 2012

getting her hair combed-
naked on a rock
for akkaa's schoolbus
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is a brick kiln-
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bus route-
every day
the mountains look new
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07 August 2012

with careful steps,
descending into the drain-
scrounging roosters
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pausing to pick
the overflowing madhumaalati-
road sweeper
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23 July 2012

not minding
the "civilized" busfolk-
tobacco-chewing blouseless
adivasi grandmas
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the unblinking gaze of the sewing nightwatchman
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ghaaT road-
the bus driver's
favourite cassette
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fleeing from the stranger
across slime and mud-
snow white rooster
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13 July 2012

swinging alone
behind the bathroom door-
hippy pyjama
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11 July 2012

garbage heap
in the mountain village-
dogs, hens and
a peacock
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rolled around 
upside down buckets-
gajraas for working women
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standing still
as the goats hurry by-
broken leg horse
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outside the school gate
a relaxed chat-
moped moms
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staring into the morning sun
he winks at the leashed pedigree-
stray dog
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traffic-jammed bus-
the passengers watch
the tailor at work
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06 July 2012

from the fencepost
looking over the 'institute for development education'
jungle peacock
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crowded bus
getting up for her friend-
a wrinkled paaTi
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early morning
the gods are bathing-
ghaaT temple
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bus journey-
staring at the sleeping people
from dad's lap
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in an AC car
zipping by our crowded bus-
saffron swami
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on a leash
out to graze-
the favourite sheep
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04 July 2012

a stray plastic bag-
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helping her parents push 
a brimming fast food cart
on the way to school
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rush hour bus stop-
glancing at the mobile,
into the distance
she smiles
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14 June 2012

full speed ahead
the pony flicks his locks.
in the Taangaa-
gleeful smiles
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rush hour,
stretched out over sacks-
area beggar
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morning line
to buy a coffee-
area beggars
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railway platform-
the train worker gets a discount
from the mango-seller
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behind the SUV
having his morning coffee-
area beggar
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10 May 2012

sharp knives
slish-slashing on the chopping board,
looking for food-
the brave ant
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Sunday morning-
in her new dress,
the waiter's child tags along
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02 May 2012

cement neighbourhood
drying clothes
you picked the right shade-
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13 April 2012

New Year morning-
her husband's scooter
turmeric saaDi grandma
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09 April 2012

tied calf-backyard,
a filthy pond-
to the flashy blue kingfisher
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28 March 2012


summer afternoon-
reading about her ailment
she dozes off in front of the computer.
the sweat collects in tiny drops
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the mosquitoes long gone
haunt me inside the new net.
in my sleep i slap my limbs in vain
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12 March 2012

lying down
they watch
the dirty moon rise-
railway platform dogs
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04 March 2012

the village
of happy children
is by the sea
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23 February 2012

today's luck
in a different street-
old beggar
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to school in a Taanga-
best friends
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07 February 2012

blooming paLas
she rubs her neck
tied cow
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eyes closed tight,
before the busful of dust goes by-
school boy
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29 December 2011

sunlight breaking through rain clouds-
the moments flicker
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28 December 2011

cloudy day
looking out of an empty restaurant
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08 December 2011

we are born
on a rainy night
on bare branches
to shine, fall
and flow back
to the sea
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26 November 2011

cars waiting
for a strolling pigeon
the light turns red
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from darkness
to darkness
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25 November 2011

`Thanksgiving Day'-
the university reclaimed
by squirrels and sparrows
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24 November 2011

chilly night-
the stars
burn brighter
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09 November 2011

their lunch boxes
big enough
to feed the cop-
construction workers
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08 November 2011

coming home
to a flooded room-
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23 October 2011

out for a walk
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19 October 2011

past midnight-
silhouette in a coat and hat
pushing a shopping cart
full of empty beer cans and bottles
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midnight moon
chasing each other
two bats
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where to?
tree shadows
on the train floor
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their eyes wander
all over the room
cheating students
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the smell of steam
from a tea cup
after a sleepless night
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18 October 2011

remember the sunrise
from the day
you were born?
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16 October 2011

flickering light-
this elevator,
a dystopian movie
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13 October 2011

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thud thud..
fat raindrops
on the helmet
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rainy morning-
biking behind
a garbage truck
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11 October 2011

quiet afternoon-
arriving through the driveway
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07 October 2011

awkward glances
of fellow passengers
afraid to meet eyes with
yet curious
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last train-
the camaraderie
of drunk girls
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03 October 2011

cloudy morning eyes-
yellower than sunshine
the fall foliage
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30 September 2011

no one in a hurry
last train
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28 September 2011

and i wish for a night ride in a plane made of glass and we switch off the lights to watch the stars
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27 September 2011

creeping up
behind the police car-
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24 September 2011

crowd at railway station-
crossing the tracks
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13 September 2011

fat dictionaries
lined up in a
used-books shop
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08 September 2011

in the wash basin
every night
you wait, spider?
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05 September 2011

by the clouds-
clear ancient
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21 August 2011

used book shop-
stoic fat
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26 July 2011

wings outstretched
yet walking-
ant or wasp
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14 July 2011

took the right train,
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09 July 2011

overnight showers.
in their best clothes-
station sparrows
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08 July 2011

morning showers-
your coat shines
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do you also
dream of trains,
station sparrow?
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sensing the smile
in her son's voice-
blind woman
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30 June 2011

for your child,
over here!
a fat ant-
railway sparrow
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26 June 2011

train window

to houses, trees, fences-
the child waves bye bye
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A homeless guy at 10:30PM: Give from your heart.. Give me a quarter, anything you can, a dime, a penny
me: I am sorry I don't have any money
him: Anything you have..
me: I'll meet you here tomorrow
him: You won't see me here tomorrow
me: I'll come where you are. Where will you be tomorrow?
him: The Dunkin Donuts round that corner
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train ride-
all eyes
on the tender blind couple
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08 June 2011

empty road
pair of pigeons
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06 June 2011

sunday morning.
sneaking in the train's shadow-
lazy pigeons
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01 June 2011

train ride.
singing and playing
an air guitar
in grandpa's lap-
chubby boy
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31 May 2011

one sparrow
makes them all
look like sparrows-
pine cones
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30 May 2011

combing his
flowing white
hair and beard.
his mirror-
a barber shop window
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28 May 2011

rising and falling
on gravel and train tracks-
thick shadows
of summer leaves
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15 April 2011

starting off together-
flock of sparrows
bunch of leaves
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03 April 2011

blowing a kiss
to the blind man's dog-
baby boy
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27 March 2011

hurrying into the bush-
for a fight,
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19 March 2011

the snow gone
they scatter again-
fall leaves
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18 March 2011

nibbling fingers
cigarette in hand
emerging from a cafe
in a raincoat-
the usual postman
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"this is home"
train station sparrow
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26 February 2011

rainy day
looking out
through foggy train windows-
baby girl
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15 February 2011

emerging after months
under snow-
park benches
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12 February 2011

newspaper in hand
a few white hair
and a single tooth
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opening the window-
the wind
hasn't frozen
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27 January 2011

through mountains of snow she went
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24 January 2011

kitchen sink-
worked all night,
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15 January 2011

laptop light and
the sound of fingers
from the other room
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23 November 2010

on the train
vacant eyes
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19 November 2010

from a leafless tree
one berry at a time-
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bus stop.
transfixed by an electric pole-
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01 November 2010

these days
she flies with sparrows-
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13 October 2010

out on the streets-
the sun and
drunk toddlers
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29 September 2010

like a top
spinning around itself
falling leaf
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there was a baby boy
humming to himself
on the rush hour train
i smiled
he smiled back
i pretended to sleep
he looked away
giggling shyly
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25 September 2010

a baby on the train

with one hand
drinking milk from a bottle
and holding mom's forearm
with the other
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streetlights, billboards and cars
hanging heavy on the horizon-
an orange moon
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an old employee
who sits on a stool every day
at the train station,
was applying lipstick
behind a booth
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03 August 2010

old woman sitting between grocery bags
smiles as i pass whistling by
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05 June 2010

turning back
she offers a seat-
thousand wrinkle smile
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31 May 2010

the lull
the next gust
of wind-
arboured river bank
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27 May 2010

steam wafts
over tar roads-
nighttime thundersprinkles
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29 April 2010

between the railway tracks too
spring arrives-
young saplings
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27 April 2010

a crooked beauty
just like in Japanese paintings-
blooming cherry
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flying into the wind
she goes up straight
to perch
on a twig overhead-
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29 March 2010

Me reading 'The Dhammapada' on the train. Four people get on at Coolidge Corner T stop. Two sit in front of me, one on my side and another behind me. After a while, the person next to me asks (his hindi is very village types)

1: Aap India se hai kya?
me: Haa India se hu mein.
2: India mein kaha se?
me: Bombay se. Aap log kaha se hai?
1: Gujarat se.
me: achha Gujarat se hai aap!
2: Kya karte hai aap yaha?
me: Mein padhta hu yaha.
2: Masters karne aye hai?
me: Nahi phd kar raha hu.
3: achha phd baap re.
2: Kaise hai phir yaha? apne yaha jaise hota hai waise hi?
me: Yaha jyada open aur democratic hai. teacher student ka alag alag level jo apne yaha hota hai waise nahi hai. tum bindaas baat kar sakte ho unse aur woh apne ko same level pe dekhte hai.
2: Haa apne yaha to waise nahi hota.
me: (giving fundaes on how people are trying to make learning better)
3: phir kitne saal mein hoga phd?
me: shayad ek saal aur.
2: uske baad?
me: ghar chala jaunga. Aap log kya karte hai yaha?
1: Hum merchant navy mein hai.
2: Hamara ship Brazil se yaha aya to idhar ghoom rahe hai. Idhar kashmir mein aye the hum. (me thinking kashmir is some restaurant)
me: achha merchant navy. 92 mein mere papa mombasa kenya mein the tab woh somalia ka chal raha tha to UN ke kaam se Indian navy ka ship aya tha. cadet logo ke saath dosti hua tha to unke ship pe gaye the aur dekha tha. bunk bed aur andar ka rehne ka sab.
1: achha mombasa..
2: par hamara alag hota hai. merchant navy mein nahi hota bunk bed.. sab achhe se hota hai rehne ka.
me: haa. achha achha. phir aap log ghar kab jaate hai?
2: woh seniority pe hota hai. kuch log 9 mahine kuch log 6 mahine,

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10 February 2010

after dinner
coming out again
a new star above
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01 November 2009

the moon sets
behind a building
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22 September 2009

looking left, looking right-
waiting for a bus,
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13 July 2009

a street nook
crumpled beer cans
homeless hideout
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passed by a squirrel
throwing long shadows
sitting on its bum
with its back
to the setting sun
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red stains
cherry seeds and twigs
quick to dry up and wrinkle
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10 July 2009

getting out of my way
it only hops-
sparrow child
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09 July 2009

seeking buried treasure
day after day they come
huge iron-clawed machines
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06 July 2009

dark sleepy bathroom
lights up suddenly-
clouds passing by
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05 July 2009

happy kids on bicycles leaving behind lit fireworks in the middle of the road
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04 July 2009

buffet feast
crows flutter
hanging jackfruit

mine was 'crows come and go'
junuka suggested 'crows flutter'
'फण्सावर फड्फड्णारे कावळे'
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03 July 2009

rainy weeks
strong-scented grasses and leaves
madikeri mist flowing between yellow street lamps
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02 July 2009

our space -
an ancient hidden stony water-dripping underground prehistoric shrine
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29 June 2009

the workaholic washing machine
in your bathroom
worries about you
when you are away
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an ocean
with waters so dark
we forget it's there
while rhythmic
we row our boat
under this star-crammed sky
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26 June 2009

dawn over the lake
scattered in a corner-
fifty motionless geese
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24 June 2009

cloudy morning rests on swept floors
cool calm
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will you stay there forever?
@ mumbai airport
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23 April 2009

a small black bulldog
sniffs at my lunch bag
while passing by
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backyard morning
kid in bedclothes
rolling over a dust-laden abandoned car
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21 April 2009

before i can look back
each wooden stair
creaks back into shape
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17 April 2009

sparrows scavenge
under cafe tables
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07 April 2009

cut open your heart
to let in
these beloved clouds
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06 April 2009

geese yell
from all parts of the swamp
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29 January 2009

top-down approach

the sun rises and starts warming up buildings from the top down
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shivering memory of watching a tent fly away in a roaring snow storm atop mad mountain night of sitting round a pot of water boiling over campfire dipping fingers that had turned to stone
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when the wood floors creak
he wonders if people downstairs
also feel like getting off their ass
and walk around
setting off a chain of walkers
that go on till infinity
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cherries live in ponds
when they grow too heavy
to climb trees
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relentless torrents rush down streets
desperate for a taste of sea
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the night fell on the walls in his room
but not a single leaf to cast shadows
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15 January 2009

the sound of running water travelling through the plumbing
revealed the presence of other insomniacs in the building
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01 January 2009

A toast for the new year!

Here's to all dear wayward lunatics out there!
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25 December 2008

some snows melt in winter
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05 December 2008

rocks resting in the attic
wake them up tomorrow
show them your newly-cleaned room
nudge them
shake them awake one by one
hear them murmur memories of mountain streams
promise you'll always remember
for ever and ever
sleep surrounded by dreaming rocks
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19 November 2008

if only full stops felt less final.
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13 November 2008

(public domain photo)

Sings beautifully behind my building for some time just before sunrise.

A recording
from 'Learn Bird Songs' by Lang Elliott

Northern Cardinal: what a boring name. The Native Americans must have had a nice name for this bird, some name chosen with love, that tells us what's so special about it.
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30 October 2008

no moon tonight-
lunatics bathe
in starlight
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15 October 2008

Very happy for Aravind Adiga

He really deserved the Booker for his book! The protagonist of 'The White Tiger', Balram Halwai will get the recognition he deserves. I hope everyone reads this book. It is the best critique of Indian society! And a dark and hilarious one. Makes sharp fun of all our contradictions and hypocrisies. The story is completely contemporary and we don't have to strain our imagination at all. The scenes and people described are the ones we meet everyday. The book is Balram's smooth narration of his life-story, his rise from tea-shop helper to businessman, addressed to the Chinese Premier, Wen Jiabao who is about to visit Bangalore to learn about entrepreunership. It is full of wit - a straight-faced report of incidents that is tragic, humourous and saddening at the same time. How can stark realism be full of so much light-heartedness? How can it burn us as we read it and still make us happy? As the chairman of the Booker Prize judges, Mr Portillo said, "..this one knocked my socks off"

Thank you Aravind Adiga for writing this book!
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13 October 2008

this cool night sky
crisp transparent..
the moon, a spotlight
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06 October 2008

from a train window

receding scene of two dozen geese standing lazily in a lush green football field
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28 September 2008

last night's mist
rained all day
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26 September 2008

bache are the best flirts
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28 August 2008

romantic long-distance train journeys
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13 July 2008

do you also
stare back
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08 July 2008

hang from a cloud
drift away
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03 July 2008

morning siesta

library window
a huge circus tent
blue with yellow designs
eyes open, eyes close
dozing off in a cosy chair
resting head on the side cushion
on the table, this beautiful book-
'The English Patient'
laughs and invites
with open pages
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30 June 2008

of the parking lot
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21 June 2008

is it only
your surface
that flows?
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18 June 2008

moonrise.. i sleep
sunrise.. wake up
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14 June 2008

you watch
too many cartoon films
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02 June 2008

Women poets of yore - from Greece, Japan and India

Sappho was a Greek lyric poet from the 7th century BC, belonging to a cult of Aphrodite. Her vivid and sensual poems are like a celebration of life. What can we say about poems that have survived two thousand six hundred years! Their beauty is truly timeless. What makes them even more interesting is the fact that she used to sing them with her own music that she played on a lyre. Sappho also wrote poems of love among women which suggests that ancient cultures were probably very tolerant. In fact,the word lesbian comes from Lesbos, the place Sappho belonged to. These poems are from the book 'Sappho' by Mary Bernard.

With his venom
and bittersweet
that loosener
of limbs, Love
strikes me down

Standing by my bed
In gold sandals
Dawn that very
moment awoke me

When they were tired
Night rained her
thick dark sleep
upon their eyes

Pain penetrates me

The evening star
Is the most
of all stars

Love has shook
my senses
like wind crashing on
mountain oaks

At noon time
when the earth is
bright with flaming
heat falling straight down,
the cricket sets
up a high-pitched
singing in his wings

You may forget but
Let me tell you
this: someone in
some future time
will think of us

I asked myself
What Sappho, can
you give one who
has everything
like Aphrodite?

Izumi Shikibu, a Japanese poet from the 10th century AD, was a member of the royal court of Kyoto and practised Buddhism. She is famous for her diary about her affair with the Emperor's son, prince Hatsumichi. These poems are from the book, 'The Ink Dark Moon' by Jane Hirshfield who says that they are messages that she sent to her lover through servants.

This heart is not
a summer field,
and yet...
how dense love's foliage
has grown

One by one,
at day's end,
the birds take flight
in all directions-
which could lead me to you?

Although the wind
blows terribly here,
the moonlight also leaks
between the roof planks
of this ruined house

If you had
only stayed away
when I first missed you,
I might have forgotten
by now

What colour is
this blowing autumn wind,
that it can stain
my body
with its touch

(..the sound of the night monk's voice reciting the Sutras mingled
with the sound of incessant rain..)
Should I leave this burning house
of ceaseless thought
and taste the pure rain's
single truth
falling upon my skin?

Watching the moon
at midnight...
I wonder
whose village
he watches it from

(On retreat at a mountain temple)
Although I try
to hold the single thought
of Buddha's teaching in my heart,
I cannot help but hear
the many crickets' voices calling as well

When the water-freezing
winter arrives,
the floating reeds look rooted,
as if stillness
were their own desire

This heart,
longing for you,
to a thousand pieces-
I wouldn't lose one

Chiyo-ni (1703-1775) was from the school of the great Basho, the inventor of haiku poetry. Haiku is a unique form of Japanese poetry that consists of seventeen syllables. It is its briefness that makes haiku so powerful - evident from the fact that it is one of the most popular contemporary form of poetry. It is a matter-of-fact kind of poem that is supposed to convey a specific mood without flowery adjectives. Since many haiku poets were wandering Buddhist monks, it is also some kind of meditation on life. The haiku of Chiyo-ni has a deep connection with the natural world around her. She creates great effects through very beautiful observations about nature and her poems also have a deep personal touch. They have a surprising effect and many a times we have to read a poem all over again to understand what it really means. These poems are from 'Chiyo-ni: Woman Haiku Master' by Patricia Donegan.

over the flowing water
chasing its shadow-
the dragonfly

moonlit night-
a cricket sings
out on a stone

sounds of the waterfall
diminishes in the peaks-
cicada's voices

only in the river
darkness flows:

snowy night-
only the well bucket's
falling sound

the frog observes
the clouds

the butterfly
is standing on tiptoes
at the ebb tide

(probably about her child)
in what windy land
wanders now my little dear
dragonfly hunter

little pine mushroom
but also
a rain shelter (for frogs)

one moutain after another
the first mists

floating away, despite
the butterfly's weight on it

Gathasaptashati (Seven hundred poems in 'gatha' form) is a collection of Prakrit love poems compiled by the 2nd century Satavahan king Hala - from the dynasty that made the mural paintings of Ajanta. Amarushataka is an 8th century collection of Sanskrit love poetry selected by king Amaru of Kashmir. Many of these poems were written by women - prominent among them were Vidya, Shilabhattarika and Vikatanitamba. These poems are sometimes bold, humourous and full of natural imagery, about trysts between lovers and have an honestly sensual voice.

Aunt, can a glimpse
Dreaming of water
Slake thirst?

O Mahua
on Godavari's
arboured banks.
Shed your flowers

While the bhikshu
views her navel
and she
his handsome face,
crows lick clean
both ladle and alms bowl

Ask the nights of rain
and the Godavari in spate,
how fortunate he is
and unwomanly my courage

Eyes closed
she imagines leading him
into her bed
she touches her own breasts adoringly
on her arms
the loose bangles

Cool thickets
leaves the colour of clouds
cane groves breaking the sunlight-
but you've forgotten-
forgotten the river Narmada as well
how we washed
in it afterwards

Please mother
get the cage out of our wedding hut
this parrot has taught the whole village
to mimic our
love cries

Why are you crying, friend?
That's how love is.
A cucumber tendril
Its emblem.

As the traveller, eyes raised,
cupped hands filled with water, spreads
his fingers and lets it run through,
she pouring it reduces the trickle

Not knowing me,
dark as a blue lotus petal,
the critic Dandin
declared our goddess of verse-craft
and learning, entirely white

Where to
girl with bright thighs?
There's no moon tonight
'Out to my lover'
Not afraid, young in the darkness
to travel alone?
'Can't you see - at my side
with lethal arrows
the love god?'

Young men
used to slip this
wooden Ganesh
under my head for a pillow.
cursing old age
I bow down before it

Whispers, deep kisses,
bodies perfumed with slippery oils,
betel nut cooling the mouth.
To make unhurried love
the whole night before you.
Ah! But a hundred,
a thousand times sweeter the
quick and forbidden-
done in a moment
gone like a thief.

I remember this pleasure-
he sat at my feet
without speaking
and my big toe toyed with his hair

Talking's no use
all that's written sounds trivial
do we alone
know how it hurts
to be separate?

She conceals herself
where the forest is thickest
and waits for the sound-
dry leaves of
someone approaches
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28 May 2008

drying rain-washed roads
same everywhere
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24 May 2008

so far away
but i hear you
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23 May 2008

Is there anything
as ghostly or
as moonrise?
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18 May 2008

even on one blade of grass
the cool wind
-Issa, 1814
(translated by David Lanoue)
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09 May 2008

When I die, my body shall be burnt.
but no one is to be present.

Spread the ashes on the earth...
in the middle of a big, big field.

Plant an oak there and write:

I, too, was once a human being.
My name was Sabina Spielrein.
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08 May 2008

Opening of 'Out of Africa'

I had a farm in Africa at the foot of the Ngong Hills. The Equator runs across these highlands, a hundred miles to the north, and the farm lay at an altitude of over six thousand feet. In the day-time you felt that you had got high up; near to the sun, but the early mornings and evenings were limpid and restful, and the nights were cold.

The geographical position and the height Of the land combined to create a landscape that had not its like in all the world. There was no fat on it and no luxuriance anywhere; it was Africa distilled up through six thousand feet. like the strong and refined essence of a continent. The colours were dry and burnt. like the colours in pottery. The trees had a light delicate foliage, the structure of which was different from that of the trees in Europe; it did not grow in bows or cupolas, but in horizontal layers, and the formation gave to the tall solitary trees a likeness to the palms, or a heroic and romantic air like full-rigged ships with their sails furled, and to the edge of a wood a strange appearance as if the whole wood were faintly vibrating. Upon the grass of the great plains the crooked bare old thorn trees were scattered, and the grass was spiced like thyme and bog-myrtles; in some places the scent was so strong that it smarted in the nostrils. All the flowers that you found or plains, or upon the creepers and liana in the native forest, were diminutive like flowers of the downs - only just in the beginning of the long rains a number of big, massive heavy-scented lilies sprang out on the plains. The views were immensely wide. Everything that you saw made for greatness and freedom, and unequaled nobility.

The chief feature of the landscape, and of your life in it. was the air. Looking back on a sojourn in the African highlands, you are struck by your feeling of having lived for a time up in the air. The sky was rarely more than pale blue or violet, with a profusion of mighty, weightless, ever-changing clouds towering up and sailing on it, but it has a blue vigour in it, and at a short distance it painted the ranges of hills and the woods a fresh deep blue. In the middle of the day the air was alive over the land, like a flame burning; it scintillated, waved and shone like running water, mirrored and doubled all objects, and created great Fata Morgana. Up in this high air you breathed easily, drawing in a vital assurance and lightness of heart. In the highlands you woke up in the morning and thought: Here I am, where I ought to be.
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silent sparrow
eating bread
in grass
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06 May 2008

All rivers run to the sea;
yet the sea is not full;
unto the place from whence
the rivers come, thither
they return again
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There is witchcraft on your lips,
an abyss within your gaze
-Karen Blixen
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Love has shook my senses
like wind crashing on mountain oaks
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Although the wind
blows terribly here,
the moonlight also leaks
between the roof planks
of this ruined house
-Izumi Shikibu
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05 May 2008

अगर तुम अपना काम enjoy करते हो तो life happy हो जाएगी
ऐसा काम कहाँ मिलेगा..
वो लोग कितने lucky है न जिनको life का passion मिल गया है
ऐसा कोई permanent passion नही होता है life का
permanent की बात नही.. for example, जो मैं अभी कर रहा हूँ वो मुझे पसंद नही है। i really don't feel any passion for it. i want to find something else so that i am happier. अगर life के centre में जो है वो अपनी मर्जी से चल रहा है तो आजू-बाजू का pain बरदाश कर सकता हूँ। life से satisfaction मांगता है यार
true. but wait! don't do anything crazy.
how will you earn money?
are you sure that 'something else' will make you happy?
i must try at least
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20 April 2008

abandoned nest
now hidden
in cherry blossoms
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18 April 2008

The Look -Sara Teasdale

Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.
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kid leaping
out of
mom's arms
to see
who chirps
in the bushes
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can you wake up before the birds wake up?
but some birds don't sleep all night
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Within a gate by the sidewalk

a small bulldog
stands still
with a faraway look

a very old woman
brings his chain
barely able to walk
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is it me
or you
who sees-
the moon
broken trees
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03 April 2008

"Out on the safaris, I had seen a herd of buffalo, one hundred and twenty-nine of them, come out of the morning mist under a copper sky, one by one, as if the dark and massive, iron-like animals with the mighty, horizontally swung arms were not approaching, but were being created before my eyes and sent out as they were finished. I had seen a herd of elephants travelling through the dense native forest, where the sunlight is strewn between the thick creepers in small spots and patches, pacing along as if they had an appointment at the end of the world...I had time after time watched the progression across the plain of the giraffe, in their queer, inimitable, vegetative gracefulness, as if it were not a herd of animals but a family of rare, long-stemmed, speckled gigantic flowers slowly advancing. I had followed two rhinos on their morning promenade, when they were sniffing and snorting in the air of the dawn...and looked like two very big angular stones rollicking in the long valley and enjoying life together. I had seen the royal lion, before sunrise, below a waning moon, crossing the gray plain on his way home from the kill, drawing a dark wake in the silvery grass, his face still red up to the ears, or during the midday siesta, when he reposed contentedly in the midst of his family..." -Isak Dinesen/Karen Blixen

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16 March 2008

9/11: A barrel of conspiracies

This article by Ganesh was published in Mid-Day on Sept 11, 2005 (and the editor was fired in a week)
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Scrap of paper from 2001

(from Henri Lefebvre: Love & Struggle)

Vaneigem argued that even the tiniest of gestures - opening a door, holding a teacup, a facial expression - and the most private and individual actions - coming home, making tea, arguing with a lover - have always already been represented and shown to us within the spectacle.

With all meaningfulness confiscated, turned into spectacular forms, everyday life is 'devoid of its glamour representation, experience becomes almost embarrassing, something of which one feels ashamed; an event without a camera', uncool. The spectacle is the ultimate alienation, in which not only one's own handiwork has to be bought back from a store at the end of a working day (old-style alienation) but also one's identity and dreams have been commodified, turned into spectacular, generalized lifestyles and images and sold back to one. The spectacle thus is the triumph of media transformed into commodity. Sadie Plant - 'images and commodities... effectively represent their life to them, people experience reality as second-hand. Everything has been seen and done before..'

Lefebvre shares this vision but at the same time regards everyday life as the plane of immanence in which moments of enlightenment emerge and flash, like sparkles of light on a field of snow. While everyday life is colonized, and even when he adopts the terminology of banality of everydayness to describe it, Lefebvre maintains that everyday life is also the site of the authentic experience of self, of the body and of engagement with others. In effect, he presents a dialectical notion of everyday life which involves a double essentialism - everyday life is both, by definition, alienated and, in essence, also unalienated or authentic material. When this material is recognized for what it is, when it is broken free of the contradicting and mystifying veils of the spectacle and false authenticity, the everyday is suddenly synthesized as unalienated experience, brought to consciousness as the truly authentic. The taken for granted is broken down and an individual attains - even if only momentarily - that status of the 'total person'.

The project was thus -
to conceive everyday life in such a way so as to retrieve it from its modern state of colonization by the commodity form and other modes of reification. A critique of the everyday can be generated only by a kind of alienation effect, insofar as to put into contact with its own radical other, such as an eradicated past.. or an imagined future.
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Danse Macabre & Ride of the Valkyries

Danse Macabre (Dance of Death) is a fascinating medieval myth from Europe. Two months back, our senior David Drosdoff who is the second violin in Cynthia Wood's group at Cambridge Symphony Orchestra invited us to a concert. They played a composition (1875) based on this story. They also played Ride of the Valkyries (1851) by Wagner - based on a Nordic myth. Both of these compositions sound very familiar since they have been used in many movie/cartoon soundtracks. Check them out on youtube!
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14 March 2008

Sparrow haikus by Issa

spring peace--
after rain, a gang war
garden sparrows

waiting for spring
sparrows also make a home
in the bamboo

dewdrops scatter--
the sparrow sings
of next-life salvation

dance, my little
sparrows at the gate

on a snowy day
the temple is packed...
pigeons, sparrows

(translated by David Lanoue)
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06 March 2008

Take me home and I will love you forever

Their mom is no more.


They found a home in Railway Colony Thane - very few dogs there - so no territorial disputes with established dogs - great people to take care of them - and lots of open space to play around!

Breaking News!

They have chosen their own separate homes in the Colony!

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22 February 2008

caress my face
rest on my coat
and hair

keep falling on me
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12 February 2008

Gloomy Sunday
Black Book
A Heart in Winter
Maria full of grace
Day for night
The lives of others
Life is to whistle
The wind that shakes the barley
Nowhere in Africa
Antonia's Line
The Star Maker
Camera Buff
The 400 Blows
Antoine et Colette
Stolen Kisses
Bed and Board
Love on the Run
Jean de Florette
Manon des Sources
The 39 Steps
I Heart Huckabees
Me and You and Everyone We Know
The Science of Sleep
The Gleaners
Pocket Money
Witness for the Prosecution
Bread and Tulips
My Name was Sabina Spielrein
But Forever in My Mind
The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
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01 February 2008

water by the road-
ripples roll into waves
violent flags flutter overhead
people stagger.. struggle directionless
a day of wind
a night of rain
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25 January 2008

Filling forms
Running around
Getting signs
Out for lunch..
Checking rules
Being polite
Tired satisfaction
Work done
God.. I miss bureaucracy!
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21 January 2008

deep clouds full of meaning
where does one end
and the other start?
fly up and
watch them hide the city
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18 January 2008

Bombay Hospital old man

early jan 2006
me n santo smoking near gate
2 rupaya denge saab?
puts coin in pocket.. happy
takes out bidi bundle.. lights a bidi
aapka naam kya hai?
kaha se hai?
gujrat 20 years back.. nadi kinare ghar khet.. floods. everything washed away. son n wife dead.
came to bombay.
starts crying..
tells his life ka intezaam here
eats at dargah at night. some shopkeepers give him lunch.
new year pe beer mila. some drunk seth stopped car and gave him 2 bottles.
sone ki jagah fixed
everyone knows him in area
police friends tell him when gaadi aane wali hai to pick up people living on streets.. shifts to some other area for that time
finishes bidi
shakes hand. walks away
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02 January 2008

Black tombstones ancient uneven
Scattered in clean white snow
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01 January 2008

Flying East

All the clouds
In Amsterdam

Citylights of Europe
Yellow on black
Left behind

Have ruled
This moonless night

A red line
Gets bolder
All over the horizon

Changing colours
Here comes the sun
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31 December 2007

And all this snow
Was hanging
All the way..
Up there?
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23 December 2007

NRIs celebrate Modi victory

Modi win:Champagne flows in US

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22 December 2007

a tired night-
quiet, unchanging
not a leaf moves

while secretly ..

a witches' sabbath
rages insane
in my heart
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19 December 2007

Jab We Met director interview

Imtiaz Ali - the prodigal director has two successful genuinely romantic and fresh movies (Socha Na Tha, Jab We Met- yet to watch). I read a one-page interview in the latest Filmfare (everything else was complete bakwaas) in my dentist's waiting room. Some interesting kissey-
Did you have problems working with Kareena?
IA: Kareena is not exactly my favourite actress .. but she has her good as well as bad films. But she is capable of giving strong performances. She is very well behaved, punctual.. Director's actress - if I had told her to jump in front oif a speeding car - she would have done exactly that.

One day I told her that she won't be wearing any make-up for most scenes and only simple punjabi dresses. She asked me -'Oh.. So you want the no make-up look?" I said - "No! I want you to wear no make-up".

Then once I joked-"Kareena what about your reputation as a star? You should throw a tantrum on the sets now and then.. Come late once in a while"

What about your next film?
IA: I don't have a 3 - film contract etc with any production house. So I am going on holiday now.. To get this film out of my system.

Kya cool peaceful bandaa hai!! :D

On the sets of Jab We Met
picture gallery from BBC

Two post- Socha Na Tha interviews:
Kaffeeklatsch with Imtiaz Ali
Talented Mr. Ali

Good movie.. complete masti. An uncle-aunty were getting naughty in the next seat ;)

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18 December 2007

Lonely road
Crows race a cyclist
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13 December 2007

Aankhein Teri Itni Haseein..

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Homeless in Narmada

Rehengyaa Bongyaa Vasaave
He was one of the 500 tribal people from the Narmada valley who were at Azad Maidan in Bombay for a week in August 1999. Their villages were going to be drowned by Sardar Sarovar Dam. They had accepted the rehabilitation package of the Maharashtra government but received almost nothing. The week was spent in demonstrations, petitions, delegations, being arrested, meetings with ministers and secretaries etc. One day we stopped Bal Thackeray's speech in the Press Club. We kept a watch secretly and shouted him down from outside :D Those were the days of the Shiv Sena BJP govt when their dadagiri was at the height. I had a nice time and took the kids to see Marine Drive, Nariman Point, Colaba, Malabar Hill etc.

The day before they left, their leader Pratibha Shinde came to me with Lotyaa and Jiryaa Kaarbhaari. Both seemed to be near 40 - short, dark and of a small frame. I had heard the story of Lotyaa's family. His parents were no more. He had two brothers. All the years of displacement and struggle had devastated them. One of them had simply gotten off the train somewhere in Madhya Pradesh on the way to Delhi for a morcha and no one had noticed. The youngest - Rehengyaa Bongyaa Vasaave had gone mad and had been left in the Mental Hospital in Thane around two years back. We decided to go to Thane first thing tomorrow morning.

The next day, Lotyaa and Jiryaa were waiting for me. Moving about as a group is easy because traffic stops for a morcha and generally there are police accompanying with their vans and jeeps. But here I had to hold their small hands and cross the road between Azad Maidan, GPO and VT station (The subway work was still going on). They were barefoot. We sat in the local train and they looked completely out of place with their old clothes and turban. While everyone else was trying to occupy as much space as possible, they were sitting as close together as possible. But still with a bright and radiant smile - as if amused by all the people staring at them.

We reached Thane, took a ricksha to the Hospital and went to the office. It was spacious and well-shaded by very old trees and it was very quiet. I was expecting a horrible inhuman atmosphere like other government offices. But the staff, doctors and nurses were kind and helpful. They gave us tea! We learnt that Rehengyaa had been cured and was waiting to be taken back home for 6 months in the recovery ward. They had sent a letter to their village which either did not exist any more or the postman never went there. We had to wait for an hour for the official process. He came out and they cried in each others arms. They left the next night from Bombay Central station. Two faces in a sea of 500 others.
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06 December 2007

6 dec

The day Dr Ambedkar died in his sleep. A man who changed the lives of crores of people, worked tirelessly and selflessly with a firm determination and unshakable confidence in the truth of his beliefs and convictions. A true scholar and compassionate human being. A constant source of inspiration for not only people from his community but everyone who feels strongly about social justice and equality.

Also the day the Babri Masjid was destroyed by insane volunteers of the RSS, VHP, BJP and Shiv Sena - the incident that polarized India for a long time and brought the BJP to power at the Centre and some states. The culprits - L K Advani, Uma Bharti, M M Joshi, Ashok Singhal who are directly responsible for the death of thousands of innocent people have not yet been punished.
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27 November 2007

Orion from an aeroplane window @ 39,000 feet

Of course
I have seen you before

Sitting huddled in
Narrow train doors

But never
Never from this close
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19 November 2007

11% in 11 months

Thats how much the dollar has fallen wrt the rupee - from 44.2 to 39.2 since January. If this trend continues, it will be 34 Rupees to a Dollar by next November.

The corresponding drops with respect to other currencies:
10.4% Euro, 5.9% Pound, 6.5% Yen, 7% Yuan, 9.5% Ruble(till October), 13.4% Australian $, 11% Danish Kroner, 15.4% Norwegian Kroner, 19.5% Canadian $!

But if you watch too closely, you could miss the big picture.
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15 November 2007

Reign Over Me

An established dentist in New York, Alan Johnson (Don Cheadle - Crash, Hotel Rwanda) sees his college room mate, Charlie Fineman (Adam Sandler) driving a kids' scooter on the streets.
Charlie refuses to recognize him. He is suffering from post-traumatic stress after losing his wife and daughters on 9/11 and stays away from anything that could remind him of his life. He lives a hedonistic isolated existence of complete denial and gets agitated if anyone tries to make him remember. Alan himself is stuck between family and career and has lost touch with his true self. He decides to do everything he can to help Charlie and starts meeting him more often.
A touching and beautiful story of friendship, loss and hope. A bit too Hollywoodish but surprisingly great acting by Adam Sandler. He can act! Don Cheadle is very good as usual. Reign Over Me.
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12 November 2007

What does it mean to be homeless?


Fredgy runs a used books stall in Harvard Square. I think she must be around 60. Old clothes, kind weathered face and just a bandana to protect her from the cold. She talked to me as I was browsing.

F: Each one of these is for 2 dollars.
A: Hmm.
F: We have fiction here in this row, next is poetry, then drama, biography, on the other side - scifi, novels, old books.
A: (Pointing out Isak Dinesen's Letters From Africa) Do you have more books by this person?
F: I'm sorry I can't keep track of..
A: These books are really good.
F: Yeah look at this. You won't get this anywhere. We have rare books. Every Friday we get a thousand new books and replace all the shelves.
A: Wow! I'll come here often.
F: We are open on all days unless it rains or snows, till 11 out in the cold.
A: Do you live around here?
F: Do you know about us? I was born here and grew up here but now I am homeless. Some of us started this to get out of the streets and back home. We are not alcoholics and we don't do drugs - but you know the stereotypes - if they are homeless they must be drunks. The City wanted us to go. We got arrested thrice - handcuffs and all - but we fought them. First the City then Cambridge Police. And we won. They had violated our rights according to the First Amendment - our Freedom of Speech.
A: How did you manage a lawyer and all?
F: They arrested us so it's their responsibility. The City said 'We don't have a permit to give them for the next 30 years' The judge said, 'Then make them one!'
A: Great!
F: Nobody bothers us now. Are you in school?
A: Yes I go to Northeastern. I am Anish. (Shook hands)
F: Aani?
A: Anish. Whats you name?
F: Anish. I'm Fredgy. Nice meeting ya. Many students come here. Their books are so expensive like 80-90$.
A: Yeah. And most of them are paying off their tuition loans for a long time.
F: Yes everyone has payments all the time. You know.. MBTA (the municipal transport) also wanted to throw us out of here - but Cambridge Police came up and told them not to try. We have been successful in New York. According to federal and Mass law we don't even need a permit. And state comes over city. We have been running for two years now.
A: I am so happy this happened.
F: If you go online you can see our story - look for sparechange.

(I got three good books: Letters from Africa -Karen, Buddenbrooks -Thomas Mann and Watership Down. There were some more details like bail was only $40 but can't remember everything; I can't bring in her accent either)

Shorter accounts from Boston and Bombay comng up.
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Zindagi Khwaab Hai (Jaagte Raho)

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03 November 2007

Beth Gibbons & Rodrigo Leão 'Lonely Carousel'

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6 months of winter and static

Innocence lost-
About time
To be afraid

Sparks gonna fly

No longer
Only in the sky
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28 October 2007

Is it possible for humans to live without killing the earth?

The population of the United States is 300 million and the number of passenger vehicles is 240 million. If everyone consumes energy and resources by the US average, only 1/6th of the human race can live. And everyone is rushing to meet the American Dream even within their own countries. Going by example, China and India will have to invade Central Asia for oil for their booming economies.

Recently I heard a very good talk by an economist from India who is probably a member of the Planning Commission, about how rigourously growth rates and poverty rates are actually calculated. But none of the experts talks about the simple numbers of a sustainable lifestyle. Rahul's home in Indore is an example of a beautiful natural urban life (Watch the video).
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Steve Jobs speech (thanks to Siddhartha Mal)

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27 October 2007

Justice to all

Tehelka has exposed an open secret. Inspite of all the evidence in front of the Nanavati Commission, the big fish have managed to escape till now by using the loopholes in the system. But justice will prevail and Gujarat will someday rid itself of the disease to its social milieu along with its symptoms (Modi and co.) just as the rest of India and Bombay recovered from the Ram Janmbhoomi madness and the tense atmosphere after the riots and bomb blasts. Thackeray and Advani must get their punishment and go to jail in the same way as Dawood must. Preaching forgiveness is easy if it is someone else's loss. I am not calling for retribution but I hope every Indian who has lost a dear one to riots, communal killings, genocides and terrorism will someday get the satisfaction of justice been done. Someday..
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Red car-
No longer red.
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23 October 2007

Shelfari - horrible!!! Stay away from it!

This website is a cheat! It will send emails to your yahoo/gmail addressbook contacts in your name without asking you. I created an account just for the sake of curiousity and now it has taken a life of its own. Instead go to if you want to.
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17 October 2007


I am a tree-
Not the tender seedling
Young, vulnerable

Nor the supple sapling
Flirting, flaunting
Greenery in the wind.
I am a tree-

I am a tree-
Broken, gnarled
Rooted fingers
Clutching desperately to my soil.
Battered, bruised shoots
Struggling fiercely towards the sun.

I am the tree
You chopped.

-Colleen Smith-Brown
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15 October 2007

Download your blog

My friend Maymon showed me a command wget three years ago. I used to download my homepage using wget (This wikipedia article calls it your own personal web crawler) You can download entire filesystems of not so secure websites like those hosted on geocities without having to login. It can be very useful if you want to download a file that has a broken link - simply download the whole filesystem of that website - you will find your file somewhere in there.

But this means that there is really no such thing as privacy on the internet. It must be easy to download our emails too for someone chaloo enough in this creepy web-crawling game.

"wget -r ." will get my whole blog to your current directory nicely arranged in archives the way blogger stores it.
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09 October 2007

The morning I saw the daydreaming sparrow

My advisor sent me to Radioshack to buy some special batteries for the lab. I had a 4-5 day-old beard and the middle-aged guy at the shop joked(?) - 'Is this for a terrorist project?' Very funny huh.
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Biology 101: Response to stimulus = You are alive

I remember the consoling comments from friends on one of my homesick posts. Back then I was completely sick and tired of the sanitized and planned nature of the American city I live in. Also I missed the company of friends and my familiarity with Powai terribly. I really identified with them strongly. Something you take for granted over the years, to realize it's gone only when you suddenly find yourself in a new system with a different set of boundary conditions. Then you welcome existential angst with open arms and even get married to it.

Meanwhile, people tell you - 'Get busy and forget your feelings'

Chitra's cartoon 'Feeling Hollow in America' and some blogs that told people (non-desis who were planning to shift to India) not to expect order anywhere - which would make living in India easier. We can conclude by combining these two that the key factor that makes life in these places seem so starkly contrasting is the external stimuli that we are bombarded with. Its sheer volume in a bustling city in India overwhelmingly exceeds anything found in America. I won't go into listing all the stimuli. It is too obvious. Still, allow me to shout.. "Eureka!! Eureka!!"
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08 October 2007

Tibet: Cry of the Snow Lion

A moving account of the recent history of the people of Tibet. A ray of hope and reason in the increasingly hopeless situations around the world. There is so much for everyone to learn from their courage and compassion. I am lost for words.
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04 October 2007

Window Shoppers

too much choice
confused sparrows
in a heap of straw

one of them
makes a choice
cruises away with confidence

low flight
parallel to the ground
precious cargo in her mouth

the way shown
quick choices are made
the others follow

two birds stay
"just came to watch"
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28 September 2007

Bali-Rajya anyone?

I remember celebrating Diwali at home. On Bali Pratipada, people in Maharashtra say 'Ida Pida Talo, Baliche Rajya Yevo' (May all dangers and difficulties go away, May the rule of Bali return). Bali was this powerful just and popular king south of the Vindhyas and in his kingdom there was no misery and everyone was happy. The most popular story about Bali is the one in which Vishnu as Vaman takes advantage of his generosity and kills him - asks him for land that he can cover in three steps, covers heaven and earth in two steps and then steps on Bali's head.

Somehow in all Hindu mythology the gods especially their king Indra (like Zeus in Greek mythology) seem to be very shrewd, cunning and to an extent even evil and they always trick and defeat the naive demons. And all this killing of the so-called demons is justified in the name of protecting cows, brahmins and Dharma. Now our much-maligned Ravan was supposedly a great scholar and the greatest bhakt of Shiva. The part I like most about Shiva is his passionate and energetic Tandav dance and that he is the only mythological figure who lives a carefree life in the wilderness, makes love to the mountain king's daughter and last but not the least smokes marijuana. If I ever believed in any god it would be him.

There is such a nice collection of articles on mythology on wikipedia. Nordic mythology is also so rich. Wikipedia takes you on trips round the world and it took me to the legend of Valhalla and the Danish animated movie of 1986 available on youtube in seven parts. Internet zindabad!

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27 September 2007

India got to

help the pro-democracy protesters in Burma
give more recognition to the national hockey team that won the Asia Cup
help the people fighting corruption in J n K
take the babus to task and make them implement the national rural emploment scheme in all states
congratulate ISRO people for the successful GSLV launch
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a breeze
wooden window
curtains reveal
the moon

a silent night
the moonlight gives
a blue tinge
even to things indoors

what they say is true
its a different world at night
smooth outlines and shadows
lust or love?
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22 September 2007

Indian scientists cowards!

BVN's post on the latest desperate drama to return to power of the RSS/BJP - Ram Setu. As with most of their potential non-issues that are kept on the back burner till the time is right, they have been doing a lot of cheap canvassing for years via innocent-looking forwards showing NASA satellite photographs of this limestone shoal.

Yet another scientific truth sacrificed at the altar of not hurting the religious sentiments of people. Can't a single Indian scientist stand up and explain how it is a natural structure? Are they afraid of attacks by the VHP or of losing their government jobs? Don't they have any self-respect or confidence in their own science? How many geologists does it take to explain these facts. Is it their own condescending attitude towards the Indian public's intelligence. The pious ignorant people of India who are so hyper-sensitive about religion. Bullshit.

Can't scientists have any scientific sentiments that can be hurt like religious sentiments? Don't they feel offended when someone publicly mocks their life's work and makes political capital out of it? Don't they feel like going on a mass strike till justice is done and the liars accept the truth?

What government is this that deems scientific knowledge so inferior. Isn't our PM Oxford educated? What good is all this education. Isn't this pseudo-secularism (to steal a phrase coined by the RSS itself). That a Sikh Prime Minister cannot talk about Ram.
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