Delhi diary-2007

January 07, 2007
delhi diary again....

paharganj..

Delhi was nostalgic...nostalgia of everything..
past relived, realiztion that its the crime capital and what you see is the fake glitterati, in which you make a space when u rule the streets....
batchmates from the past who i met, saw everyday,but never even thought of sitting down and having a cup of chai were the friends rediscovered..never had i thought i and prem. could jabber on for hours..riding behind his bike..feeling the icy wind on my face..the first few days i was wrapped in woollens ..gloves..
then decided to catch the wind... took off my mufflers and gloves....resultant being i have a slight fever now...however i dont regret coz i just couldnt resist catching the wind....

foggy mornings
when the distant becomes unknown
and as you move on the path ..
there emerge forms
from behind the mist ...
mist it was or
the mist was in my eyes....

:-)the streets od Paharganj-never explored..Prem took me through those those streets for the best bargains of the trinkets i love...he knows where the wrong streets begin so we didnt wander off..this is the place where most foriegners come to stay and get cheap stay, food, drugs and sex...the street full of trinket shops and amazing products is just too tempting..
in one such shop that sold trinket products we decided to enter.. prem was ahead and as i was glancing through the showcase of the shop the shopkeeper seemed to say something stern to prem. prem quietly enters...as i follow i goto the man...and say- 'bhaiya aapney unko kya bola..mujhey bhi plz boliye'...
and he smiled-he said-this is a wholesale shop-u cant get one or two things...i enter the shoplook around after seeing a lot of things.. i pick one tiny leather wrapped notebook..about the size that fits into one's palm...paid 50 bucks..to another boy in the shop..while the first man watches....
before coming out i go the first man...i say- 'bhaiyya ek hi liya...aapko bura to nahi laga'...
u should have seen him grinning...... yes yes yes.. i can make anyone smile...even the most disgruntled man on earth,
that smile was my prize of the day.....

children of heaven.....

80 missing..
bones of 32 found..
ghory it was..
32 innocent children
2 madmenthey cut em up ate em all
police also cut em
their innocence
they covered they cowered
not one voice
not one heard
stoned and now gone
32 children buried under heavy cheques
tears and blood only question
no answers...
children of heaven were they not.....

please see the news or read it....may be u are not interested...i am involved mentally with this event....something has hurt me bad.. i feel helpless...i have no connection to these people yet...im all the more connected..becoz i am human....



school friends.....after 11 years i saw them....pooja came down from boston...of school days i remember she ws tall..fat..beautiful eyes and aspired to be a modell.. she never came after the third person in class in studies...i was hardly bothered about studying..but we both had common passion of stealing tiffins, eating during class, i would sketch dresses and we would her to model for them....now she is a practicing dentist in boston, married..has everything that can make her a model....and she still has the same old charm...i met her....nothing have we forgotten of those days...the same women we still bitch about..the same things we hate and like...we still call each other names, laugh like monsters...and shop like "women"...the most interesting part..we discussed boyfriends at almost 30...ha ha...the only thing that has changed is time and space...when we both looked into each other's eyes we were living nostalgia.....i guess we both wanted to go bak in time.. once more..sit on those wooden chairs..scribble notes on those desks...exchange mischievous glances during class...shout scream...sind and dance on the desks.... doodle rubbish on the blackboard..steal chalks...roll down our socks..talk in the assembly line and walk noisily in the quiet corridors ...and never get caught......:-)those were really the days........