Wild grass had taken over the wooden steps of the bath/amphitheatre, and goat droppings at some places suggested that only sometimes, cattle was brought in here to graze by the very agrarian people of the town. There were very few wrappers thrown on the ground. Apparently, neither the archaeologists, nor the enterprising people of this historical town knew what to do with this devastatingly beautiful structure. Having had imagined many romantic and spiritual stories which explained what happened at this place, and walked around the square steps several times, I noticed that there was only one flowering shrub amidst the green wilderness. It was at a corner of the lower-most layer of steps, and in the sunny, cloudless afternoon, its fresh yellow blossoms, stood for all the life in dead, ancient stone that we had witnessed that day.
moonbeams in a jar.....
Monday, December 23, 2013
A Living Monument and a Dead Tank
Wild grass had taken over the wooden steps of the bath/amphitheatre, and goat droppings at some places suggested that only sometimes, cattle was brought in here to graze by the very agrarian people of the town. There were very few wrappers thrown on the ground. Apparently, neither the archaeologists, nor the enterprising people of this historical town knew what to do with this devastatingly beautiful structure. Having had imagined many romantic and spiritual stories which explained what happened at this place, and walked around the square steps several times, I noticed that there was only one flowering shrub amidst the green wilderness. It was at a corner of the lower-most layer of steps, and in the sunny, cloudless afternoon, its fresh yellow blossoms, stood for all the life in dead, ancient stone that we had witnessed that day.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
JUST SOME CLASSIC
[ Our focus looms into a hostel room. Three girls sit around on their beds. Priyanka labors on an assignment due in the next week. Ankita is watching a movie on her laptop –eating, and Tania who has just entered seems to be settling her things, and making her bed. ]
Tania (settling down on her bed with a laptop): can you believe the picture I just bbmed you guys?
Priyanka : hmmm
Ankita: ya.. its some food. Dude! I can’t seem to get my mind to work since the past few days. I’ve been dazed and uncollected. I don’t want to work or read, or do anything I like. I’ve been a lump here, watching sitcoms and eating!
Tania (ignoring the second part of the interjection): You don’t get it! This lady’s trying to push it off as her cooking!
Ankita: so??
Tania: that’s not cooking! That’s assembly. She’s thrown in store-bought things together.
Priyanka: hmmm
Ankita: She can obviously do more than I can.
Taniaa: NO! That’s not the point. This is not COOKING!
Ankita( this time its her): hmmm
tania: Listen. Give me a name. I’ll start blogging about food on it. Right now.
Ankita: now? Ok. Mastication!
Tania: eh. Shut up.
Ankita: Bhukkad!
Priyanka: hmm
Ankita: ok ok .. gimme a bit, ill think
[this is followed by a while of similar kidding around]
Ankita: What about Tuck Shop Classics?! And then goes into a long series of explaining why it was an apt name….
[our focus now zooms into a text that Ankita is has typed out: It says: Tania just inspired me in a very strange way, and got me to being myself again. It’s strange. She often talks about food. About how she likes cooking and eating, and wants to monetize the same. Today she suddenly asked for a name for a blog and began writing about it. After a little messing around, we came up with one, and she started… after a year of stalling…just like that. Maybe I should get around to reading On Liberty now…]
Priyanka: hmmmm
Monday, October 17, 2011
Momento…
She observes in wonder the changing shades
From yellow to orange to deep red
And finally to purple and the darkest of blues
There were splashes of gold, and now silver.
The sky.
She sees them fly away and back
She can feel their endeavors
Hope, fear and the goal,
She hears their many voices in tongues myriad
- We must all survive.
She feels the wind blow
The it dust it carries, the fragrance,
The birth dust being transported to mothers,
The sensuality of birth;
She lets herself sway a little with the gusts
Indulging their attempt to carry her away,
Not quite being able to oblige completely and ignore
The powerful clasp
Of that which has the power to pull towards itself
Like the mother wants to – the earth.
She smells it. She is aware
Of all this, at once,
As her heart throbs with the rhythm of all that is around her,
And her breath falls in tune with that of the living leaves (the ones that she hears shake)
She moves from horizon to horizon,
Treading softly and moving swiftly,
She is aware.
In passion.
In the vitality of her stillness,
The corpse, as she lies, in State.
…Momento Mori.
Friday, August 19, 2011
In Defense of West/Bengal
Why the people of Bengal should be deciding what they want to called? The answer is simple: because their leaders don't have the Finnisian Duty to Rule - something which stems out of the capacity to solve coordination problems.
An entire array of evidence can be invoked to demonstrate the same, but here I restrict myself to the renaming of Bengal 'to get the administrative advantage'.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
smells
- the Netaji Subhash Airport, arrival section with a strange melange of humidity, desert ACs, mishti and the secret cigarette smoke of some erring officer smoking in some corner.
- petrichor
- oxford bookstore
- metropolitan book co.
- the old corridors of the main building at school.
- polished wood
- damp wood
- sawdust
- davidoff coolwater
- the 9 o' clock kitchen smell.
- home. right after unlocking the main door
- the dentist's clinic
- the homeopathic doctor's clinic
- spirit.
- the non-ac dhuti-paanjaabi store in jogu baajar
- the ac dhuti-paanjaabi store in jogu baajar
- inside the the metro rail!
- park avenue products
- aftershave
- south city mall
- the lst staircase
- khichuri
- the 'footpath' outside the sugar and spice factory
- the academy of fine arts
- durga pooja
- poojor dhoop
- the mud in the school field.
- apple sellers
- the al fredo at jalepenoes!
- detergent left behind on freshly washed clothes
- the smell of vegetation after it rains
- icing sugar
- sandalwood
- sandalwood powder
- sandalwood paste
- clove in water
- the bhuttawala
- melting butter
- the muriwalla's shorshe tel
- flury's
- the calcutta highcourt corridors
- gyaan manch
- the series of smells that come as you walk down all of elgin road.
- newspapers
- new books
- inside Giggles
- diwali.
- ghee being heated.
- Subway
- SEOMP gate
- my room. on a winter night. snuggled in my quilt.
- the aforementioned quilt.
- the aforemention room in the summer when the airconditioning has only partially sucked out the humidity.
- certificates
- the dust that rises on the field at the end of sports day when everyone runs back to their enclosures.
- ma.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
a comedy more divine.
Long long ago when people were not so many, and God and His Angels could afford interact with them from the pulpit and through conferences with the news-papyrus reports, a new Bill was introduced in the Divine Assembly.
The bill was a result of a PIL filed by the Peoples Association, posted to the courthouse at Judgment Avenue. The notice spoke about how people believe that God and His Angels, may succumb to bribery ( of course, since they are based on god and his angels) and other extra constitutional measures, and sell their consciences to get more Ambrose and nectar than the rest, and that their wings get shinier.
At that time in heaven, shiny wings were a fashion statement. Only the coolest in angels had shiny wings. Gabriel, who at that time was not as over hyped as he is now, had a rather dull pair of wings. Besides, Lucifer had already shown, as precedent, how this was a strong possibility.
Therefore the people (smart as they were!) decided that they shall prevent further major harm from happening.
As a result of this PIL, the Divine assembly passed the Anti-Defection Act. This act was initially a big success. It gave the mediator angel the right to decide if an act was an act of defection. The mediator angel could, from time to time be impeached, so a proper system of balance and checks was maintained.
However, over time the angels began getting restless. Things were getting dull and boring. No angel had shinier wings, so they could not bitch about anyone. No angels got fatter by consuming too much Ambrose and Nectar. The opposition didn’t have much work so they slept. And the owners of Al-tehelka were forced to close down their business.
Finally, a time came when they had had ENOUGH. The leader of the opposition introduced the Official Secrets Bill in the Divine Assembly. Under this bill people no longer had access to the proceedings of the assembly. Nor could they read any of the bills, statutes and amendments to the constitution, as there were now under the head of ‘ecclesiastical affairs’. A hidden clause of this bill was that it made null and void the provisions of the Anti Defection Bill. They didn’t really need to keep it hidden, as people on earth were not allowed to read it, but they did anyway, as a safety valve. . Since the executive had still not been fully separated ( or immune from the affects suitcases of Shimmer-the currency of heaven) from the judiciary, the Judgment Angels said it was okay to do so, as it was not part of the basic structure of the heavenly constitution.
The Official Secrets Bill was passed unanimously.
God tried to intervene since he loved people and this bill was against the principle of accountability, but he couldn’t do much, as he was merely a nominal head, who had to act in accordance to the ‘aid and advice’ of the de facto leaders.
He too gave his consent.
The Official Secrets Act came into being.
It was now that the angels used their magical powers to summon Cloud Nine to form a misty barrier between them and the people. Visibility was deliberately kept low, so that people could not know what they were doing. But at the same time, they couldn’t see what was happening on earth clearly either. Then again, what they couldn’t see could not hurt them. They had enough to ‘see to’ anyway.
On Earth there was major agitation. There were rallies and protests and meetings. But no one heard. People sent a few bombs up to heaven to terrorize the angels into listening. But cloud 9 was soundproof too. So no one heard.
They tried to pass a Right To Information ( RTI) PIL, but it got refused, as mortals were no longer allowed to mess with ‘ecclesiastical affairs’.
The people were sad.
And they sadly decided that since God wasn’t hearing, they’d make a parliament of their own where things would happen, well, the ‘correct’ way......