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Friday, September 10, 2010

Waiting For Dawn……

 Waiting For Dawn……

The little flower in turquoise blue
Wakes up fresh with the morning dew
All along night he dreamt so much
Fulfill them all and sky to touch

He washes his face with cool dawn breeze
Red sun light, applied some fairness cream
Looks around to see his frens in valley
Say hi to all and gave a hug to aunt Lilly.

Ready to spread his petals across
He wanted to fly like passing albatross
Hearing a hum of the yellow queen bee
Frightened a bit he shivers when he sees.

Then came Venus, The Red butterfly
She sits on his petal delicately like Thumbelina
Sang morning rhyme to him, like Madonna.
The valley is full of lil’ beasts all around
He says to her to hide in his petals crown

The mystical aura with winter just passed
He wishes that this could ever last
At the stroke of afternoon he says to her
I would be there for u till end of this world
Listening to this, tears trickled down
Promising him to return tomorrow,
She flies away with heavy heart and deep sorrow

As the evening comes, he knows the truth
The gardener will pick him like he always does
He don’t want to be gifted to a Juliet,
Neither has he wanted to be minced to paste
Nor he wanted to be placed in temple
All he wants is one full day, of this mortal life.
He wants to see the moonlit night and
Cassiopeia’s Cloak and the Orion’s Bow
Wishing it to the leprechaun of meadows
Hoping to meet her again, he closes his petals
If he is lucky he’ll see the next dawn light………………………………

                            The Turquoise Flower: S.D

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Monday, September 6, 2010

The never spoken LOVE Triangle

This post was the winner for foodoholics contest


Imagine how will your brain tingle to your commands after an all night buffet of Gossips pot pouri, Spicy “Bakar” curry and bitching salads. It will surely be in a state of abeyance and abjure your commands and orders and ignore them bluntly. Confused? don’t be because this the just a upper makeup of the most romantic, spicy, aromatic, strong yet sensitive love triangle story you would have ever imagined with your grey matter .
Saturday, 20th September, almost ¾ asleep I went to the near by, breakfast junction to have my morning brunch and wake my nutshell by having some Poha, chai and Jalebi, that’s an authentic Indian breakfast. I was so drowsy within my lost world of last night’s talk and movie that I assumed as if I am in a movie called “ Nashta bhi kahe Kuch Kuch hota hai” by “Chai Wala Productions” directed by Nimbupani brothers, and Music by our own Nashta Oscar winner K.B P .( P.S- KBP stands for Kanda (onion) bhajji Pakodewala) .
Let me introduce to our cast – Poha, and ever sensitive, soft spoken , an aam Nashta , yet different from heart. , everyday morning when he takes bath in fresh tap waterfall and get dressed in typical yellow turmeric attire , with grace of little golden onion flakes and peas giving him a natural Indian guy look, I’ll rather refer him as Dude from the small town. With his soothing fragrance of coriander and sauf, he definitely is capable of raising a few looks from the near by ladies.
Our hero works in a shop, where everyday he tries to impress his true love ( He is the role model of single sided lovers association ) Miss Jalebi ……. (Flash Back)
(Flash back – continues) Miss Jalebi , as the name suggest is our very own confused , unpredictable, enigmatic, sweet , candid , amiable , eloquent ladki , for that matter she is a hybrid masterpiece of the unforgettable bollywood & Hollywood beauties such as Madhubala, Waheda rehman, Neetu Singh, drew Barrymore, Asha Parik and Madhuri dixit. A serene beauty , with a mystical , spell casting aura of cardamom and Kesar. She is still not sure whether she loves our hero or not , thus always ending up in fighting with him an then repenting for it. How typical of a Indian Gal that is … isn’t ! ! J
(Present) …. So every day morning , our hero , try to impress her with his soft hearted talks, elegant ways of chivalry , and she reciprocate with the same delicacy , they look so happy together , and even our Nashta wala is happy serving them together in a special package called “ Poha –Jalebi” special. A happy couple after all isn’t……
But u know, how can the love story be so smooth, if it’s a smooth one than its definitely a infatuation , In our present scenario also , Don’t you think something , a special character is missing here . You are right... Our third angle of love triangle is Miss Chai , the Sexy, strong, sizzling, an aplomb, confident, and successful hottie, a true cocktail of Jeenat, shabana , Deepika , Julia Roberts , Scarlet Johnson and Penelope. She is the dazzling lady of new age world , yet she posses a deep attraction towards our very own seedha munda of town , Mr. Poha . She almost every morning spell bounds him with her erotic attire , in the crystal cup, her masala fragrance , and fuming looks can blew up any nutties mind’s senses off, poor Poha ram is just a guy from small town was an easy bait for her. Nashta wala’s another special package was suitable called “ Chai-Poha Masale maar ke” .
Each day , the Poha ram falls in a fits , whether to go with the chai or our own sweetie pie Jalebi , both ladies distinctly different from one another yet posses strong sense of attraction or may be love for him. But each day for him is like a new reincarnation and a new birth where sometimes he is coupled with Jalebi and other times with chai, but each time he is clubbed with one , somewhere down the heart he feel misery of the other’s detachment & he is never able to figure out who is his true love , because till the time he decides to reach a conclusion he is either already dead in the sink or ends with morning bowel soup in stomach.
I am sure one day he finally comes out of his confusion or may be in Nashta Life there is an option of polygamy , where he can have multiple loves together considering the condition both of them are ready to share him , what a night mare it could turnout to be , If it didn’t workout. And we find our Poha ram been burnt by chai’s heat and taking last breaths when sunken in jalebi’s sugar syrup out of gluttony of possessiveness.
Every day morning from 7 to 12 afternoon , the stage is perfectly set for the masala bollywood movie with people hopping in, buying there favorite combos, Suddenly my brain hits a reminder signal with the shop keeper bursting my ear apart shouting for his money. As I woke up from an early morning dream movie, I gave him his share and I took my favorite combo… HMmm guess what I might have taken , It would be easy for those few who know me inside out ( Kaminey types J) …. It is …. No No No J
Keep guessing my frens, till my next sequel of the movie called “Poha bhi Kahe Dil toh pagal hai”
A True lover of Indian breakfast

Saturday, September 4, 2010


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 Silent, Saga...

My Conscience says, I am growing
Coming up to the silent patch while rowing
Silence is deep like ocean’s trench
Enchanting wisdom from ancient sage
The journey was rough but worth the peace I reached.

From the road of broken dreams
Entangled in troubled mind it seems
Darkness creeps in, and shadows grew
Its was a long battle I fought and only few knew.

I saw it all, bleed and tasted dust,
Dust of sorrows and tears of horror
Spell bounded by the vicious spell
Spell of confusion, frustration, self regret
The crown fell as my sword caught rust.
I found something scribbled on the rock…

Once a Sage told me:
Be Achilles: Don't fight for victory,
As victories are for kings, fight for glory,
Fight for Immortal zenith of fearlessness and pride...
For this u will be remembered in history,
Even when the kings are burnt, buried and forgotten."

From the cliff of mount doom
I thought my life, was rather doomed
I stood there, pleading to almighty for courage and Might
I saw the wisdom star, from grey clouds
The blade of my sword needs to be forged again
From the shards of lost thrown, the king shall rise again

My conscience knows, it took ages for me to stood tall
Tall at pinnacle of glory where there was no fall
I hardened and learned my lessons,
Looking back I smile at the road I took
Dark and gloomy, this was seldom looked.
Life wouldn’t have become sober, silent and deep,
Unless I was torn, buried and burnt and reformed from ashes. 

Phoenix Reborn: Saket Dabi

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Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Forte Of Omens

 Forte Of Omens 
Turning pages of the novel I always wanted to read I was thinking I didn't saw an omen to start it earlier , Its a famous one; a world wide bestseller, is filled with clues and instances to make you believe that something like "omens" do exist . They may be hope of a pitiful heart or a curse of a young soul or nothing for those who think their actions are the best "omens" to guide their future.We all think the same as the last genre, but fall trap to it so often that we swing between the pseudo stages and surely get affected with them , even the brave of the brave , mighty of the mightiest shields bearers had and will be always affected by the magic of "omens" .

"Omen" --An omen (also called portent or presage) is a phenomenon that is believed to foretell the future, often signifying the advent of change. Its a force , a motivation , a curse , a idea , a hope , a start and all those adverbs of the literature which governs the verb , i.e our action and thus affect the adjective of the same , that's the nature/quality of our work.  
for e.g -- you see a bird and spell bounded by its beauty , its a good omen.

But what happen when you are totally lost in interpreting them , then to act upon, even if you don't understand or notice them . This is what happened with me , I had this novel always, but never read it because I never thought it would be an interesting one , thus would have missed it almost until now. Omens are not in our control they are like time windows from " kate n leopold,time machine - movies" the time,location and occurrence can be only predicted as a possible outcome not a surety, can occur any where , only thing we know to do is to make choice and act upon it , results will anyway prove it whether or not, they were for you or not .

Omens are not geographically bounded , they occur equally in west and east , but I think we see , search or find one; often then our eastern counterparts , they are busy chasing there verbs and are governed with outcomes of type of adjectives . Who has succeeded more , well to judge it there are more factors to be looked into , and i dont want to go into those. I know one thing we are masters of a language which require not no knowledge of languages practiced,written or spoken , Its a language of faith , trust and believe we rely mostly on . Even in hot soup of problems we rely on it , because we so often have prooved that we just make it the 11th minute and surprise all. 

This "Omen" or force is called the "The great Indian Jugaad (Ready last minute fix ) " We inherit it , atleast the new India realized the beauty of it from past two decades if not before , We believe in it so religiously that we have now relied upon it completely(at least for one instance) , and I believe that we will not fail this time ( MEGA GAME EVENT , Common wealth 2010)  and prove this omen yet another time as a success of the wild wild west, the land of serpents and snake charmers , because when we truly chase something whole universe manifest it for us.

The list of few of the most common omens we know ( at least WEST knows:) )
1) लड़की पलटी  तोह फस्सी , पलट पलट ......... :) .. if girls turns its a good sign for love
२) यार बिल्ली ने रास्ता काट दिया .... cat cuts(passes) by the road .. poor cat must be thinking the same.
३) जाते समय टोकना मना है. why did you stopped me while going.... if someone who care for u reminds you of something... u should be thankful than sorry :)
४) दिन में एक बार सरस्वती जी हमारी बात सच करती है ..... goddess saraswati , we make one wish per day come true so say good always , atleast that makes you a little wise , but greedy :)
५) शगुन अच्हा होना चाहिए , गरीबो को दान दो . donate , its a good omen , help more to needy , and become more needy :)
६) छीकना मत , काम ख़राब हो जायेगा . dont sneeze work will get spoil , poor work will defnitly spoil if you have a cold :) 
7) एक्लिप्स मत देखना , बुरा शगुन होता है , don't watch eclipse its evil fate for you.
and many many more , including the jugaads ( positive) omens. :)

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