Saturday, October 17, 2009

The Story of a King..


Once upon a time there lived a king.. He was not only a king of all wealth and health, but also a king of all the pain and sorrow… He was very unhappy.. He sat and wept all the day..

What makes people gloomy??.. Not only when things go skewed and awry, but even piles of wealth stored away can make people sad…

Will the unhappiness go away??.. No wonder the king broods and wonders all the day.. But can he ever find peace if he’s busy punishing everyone or the other…

How can the sorrow go away??..  Not much of a chance if your palace becomes your prison…  If the king could leave his golden throne, and get out in the fields to breathe some open air, to feel the fresh dew drops under his feet.. Then he could find peace…

Once upon a time there lived a king.. He was not only a king of all wealth and health, but also a king of all the pain and sorrow… He was very unhappy.. He sat and wept all the day..




the above content was inspired or rather translated from a song, by Satyajit Ray, in one of his marvelous movies, "Goopi Gayan, Bagha Bayan".. I can't help appreciating the great man.. The relevance of his thoughts behind the poem is truly praiseworthy... 
Salutes..
:) 

Saturday, October 10, 2009

(:..For you.. The girl in Green.. :)


Metro from Rithala to Dilshad...
There's nothing good in it.. because there's nothing bad...
People get in and out at every stop...
And I prefer sleeping while watching this daily soap...

Rohini West.. you climbed up and sat on the seat opposite to mine...
You were with a friend of yours..and I saw your looks were just fine..
Took out a comb and you settled your hair letting it collide...
I tried to concentrate hard on the editorial and pushed my ear plugs inside...

My regular glances here and there.. they were all meant for you...
You looked back... Were you even looking at me??.. or enjoying the outside view..??.
Just as our eyes met for the nano of seconds...
I tried to look away... or to the newspaper I reckoned..

"People confuse the metro as their study room".. you said and your friend started laughing..
An open mock thrown at me??... Speak something.. Save your prestige from half-ing...
Game on.. I folded the Newspaper.. felling like the frame of Gable...
"These days people think the Metro is their make-up table..".

That worked.. you stunned... you smiled.. you did many things together, like the don of Dubai..
"Hello I am ****.. Do you live nearby??.."..
And as you asked the Uncle sitting beside you, to change his place with mine..
"No I live in the East.. Why?.. is everything fine??."..

Of the dancing dandoos that I try everyday.... When you asked, "What do you do??."..
"I write blogs".. was the answer that came out of my beak without any ado..
"Wow.. what are blogs by the way..", I didn't know that you didn't know..
"They are web spaces where I publish some appo and grappo"...

Pulbangash.. That's where you had to get down...
"So, will you write a blog for me??."..  you smiled and took your bag around..
"Sure.. Let me see what I can write for you", I said like Rushdie, like I was the only sheen...
This goes out for you girl.. The Metro girl in green...