Arithmetic

Isn't
life
itself
the
sum
total
of
unrelated
events
and
people?

- Saadat Hasan Manto

'The Buyer'

Clearing the drafts in my inbox, I came across this post I had written way back in September 2006 (20th September 2006 to be exact), and somehow never posted it. Well, as it happens, this year's Osian's Film Festival 2012- Indian, Asian and Arab Cinema, is currently ongoing (info is linked above for the movie buffs). Hence, almost befitting that this long lost post is finally online after six years when this year's festival is ongoing, same as that one day in September 2006. Presenting - The Buyer: 

Let me start at the beginning: Twas a happy go lucky start to the day.

Or maybe not so much. After going to sleep at the usual God-ly hour of

5.30am, I had to be up at 8.00 in order to meet a prospective buyer

for one of my VCDs. Oh yes, I am on my way to being a successful

businessperson. Sent an email to a listserve with a list of my VCDs I

no longer wanted to and lo and behold I got a response from a member.

The deal was to meet her at 8.45am with the movie. Since the venue was

not too far from home I agreed to the previously mentioned Godly hour

and having gotten up at 8.00am sharp, drove bleary-eyed to the

rendezvous. 'I will be in this and this car and will be wearing this'

always has an exciting feel to it, especially for movie buffs like me.

Well, have you ever done this, - that you have to meet someone at some

place and then when you get there and see them, you pretend like you

haven't and then wait till they see you first while you act cooler

than a prickly heat powder. I do it all the time, barely works, but I

don't give up easily so I keep doing it. After about two minutes of

playing the powder the prospective buyer approached. Me: Hi, how are

you. I'm here with the movie. I didn't have any difficulty finding

this place. Have you been waiting long. I'm here with the movie

(silently wispring to myself: way too much talking happening, shut up

shut up, act cool). Buyer: Ya. Did you say you had difficulty finding

this place or did you say you did not have difficulty in finding this

place? Me: Uh....(silence) I'm here with the movie. Buyer: Hmm. Me:

(this isn't going too well) Buyer: I haven't heard of this adaptation,

but I guess I might as well buy it otherwise you would have come for

nothing. Me: Oh no its okay, you don't have to buy it. (WHAT! Shut up)

Take your time to decide and I can always come again. I did not have a

problem finding this place! I have a car, I can come again whenever

its convenient for you (Groan, you moron) Buyer: Okay then, let me

think about it. Me: Okay, call me when you have decided. Bye. Me in

the car: Well that was just bloody great! Why did you call me here

with my CD at this time of the morning if you did not want to buy it.

You had all the details on email. Damn. And you, you idiot, what

happened to the resolution to act cool and all businessy. Sad start to

my business ambitions. Well, haven't heard from her so far and if I

do, I have given myself a pep talk to act very businesspersonny and

not like a sissy geek.

Let me fast forward to the second transaction, ostensibly to be

carried out this evening. A very friendly voice called and said 'Uh I

emaile you about the mooovie. Can I get eet.' Me: great, I can meet

you somewhere convenient and give it to you (shut up before you agree

to drive 20km to make a 100buck sale). Fortunately the buyer in

question was coming to the Osian Film Fest and that being 'not too

far' from home, I agreed to meet her there just before 9 and make the

deal. With the usual 'i will be in this car' and 'I will be in a Green

dress' talk, was up and ready when the call came at 8.40 and drove to

the rendevous point, spotted the buyer and made the deal. I even took

the initiative of taking the requisite change with me, and She turned

out to be very friendly and we promptly finished the transaction. The

deal got complicated as I got home and was geting out of the car I

noticed that the lady in question had left a mobile in the car. Groan,

no..........so I got back right in and drove back towards Siri Fort.

Well this is just great, - Typical. By the time I got to the Siri Fort

turning the traffic there was horrendous and after managing to make

the turn I started looking around for 'the buyer' in the hope that she

had realised the mobile was in my car and maybe was hanging around in

the hope that I find it and drive back to the Fort. Well no such luck,

so after getting yelled at by the traffic cop, by a really angry

looking young lady who practically bellowed at me, being stared at by

a bunch of drivers (probably thinking, isn't this the same car which

had had gotten stuck while making a u-turn just 10min ago. Hey look,

its the same car and the same girl. Ha ha' I decided to turn back.

Only, it was too late and there was no turning back (as they say). The

road behind me was chock-a-block with traffic so the movement possible

was in the forward direction. So I drive for another 15minutes, get

stuck among the parked cars for another 10 and after about 40minutes

of this ordeal, get back home, to discover that the cook had waited

and gone back home and I had another night of maggi ahead of me.

Bloody great. So this is the story of transaction number two. It

doesn't stop here though, the mobile (you know which one) had been

ringing every 20minutes and I dare not turn it off. Thankfully the

buyer called a few minutes ago at midnight, 'My mobile is at your car,

can I get eeet' Me: Oh yeah, I went back looking for you but didn't

find you there. I can meet you somewhere mid-way or drive to your

place to give you the mobile (oh puhleeese shut up woman, anyone else

would have asked her to come get it, and what about that resolution to

act cool and all adult and businessy) The buyer: No eets ok, its my

mobile so I come. So yes dear reader, I am going to be up and early

tomorrow morning after my two hours of sleep, to wait for 'The Buyer'.

Shame - yet again, and again...

I try not to read newspapers often. Each time I do, there is lots which infuriates me and makes me upset at the status quo. Gender insensitivity in India is one of those issues, splashed wide open in the national newspapers - violence, physical, followed by violence, psychological, verbal, and systemic - perpetrated by both men and women, and then supported by the flippant comments of politicians, officials, law enforcement persons, etc. etc. While I try and calm down, here are two (of a multitude) of links to give some food for thought. Hope those in corridors or power are reading - your lack of action on gender issues, makes me hang my head in shame as a citizen of this country.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2012/jul/23/why-india-bad-for-women

http://doiwrite.blogspot.in/2012/06/what-is-world-coming-to.html

Stillness

As I walked out late yesterday afternoon, this had caught my eye. Three hours later I still could not get the image out of my mind. By the time I went back to take the photograph, the sandstorm had torn the web from one side. But. It still remained. Strangely solid. Strangely beautiful. And strangely apt.

Picture postcard

A father keeping his daughter entertained with number games.
A young couple munching on chips and talking of mutual friends.
The woman with three kids in tow calling her husband on phone.
And old grandparents looking out the window.
Quiet. Dignified.

Two little girls
From the large family sprawled on the station platform
Engaged the old man in a chat
As the engine started
He smiled briefly and looked away.

The father, daughter, mother, children, gransparents, one woman and two men
Were one blurred picture
Alive
For just a brief moment
For the old man
Of the large family sprawled on the station platform.

Flavours of my day

Today. Made up of all the emotions I thought. I had left behind a few years.

Dreams of hills today. With some sadness. Some memories. Some hopes and some envy. Oh how I have dreamt.

The overcast sky. Beautiful. Made a perfect backdrop. A cup of tea and pages full of words. In front of me on the table. And inside me, gurgling away in confusion.

Deep inside my chest. Inside my eyes. And inside somewhere else where I cannot reach. I close my eyes and hope to escape. Them.

A semblance of a resilience from inside somewhere. Very shy. Very still.

And. Pineapple, hazelnut, ginger.

Flavours of my day.

Unexpected melodies

An unexpectedly chilly night
At the start of summer
Windy
Noisy
With the dry leaves
Running around
Chattering away
As they ride the balmy waves.

Then a faint sound
Of a stranger on the road
Singing a melodious tune
The voice
Beautiful
As he pedals against the
Balmy waves.

And the dry leaves
Stay quiet for a moment -
Listening.

The more loving one

If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

- W H Auden



Thanks to Alexander McCall Smith for the discovery of these beautiful lines.

Reminders

Yesterday evening, at a traffic light, I saw three street kids having the time of their life in the middle of all the vehicles. As soon the the lights turned red and the vehicles stopped, they shouted 'start' and ran between the vehicles playing hide and seek. All the time laughing and giggling and completely uncaring and unaware of the world passing by on wheels. One of them hid next to my autorickshaw trying to avoid the little boy tracking him. Another one bent low next to a black Honda salon. A few seconds before the light turned green, they were both 'found' by the boy tracking them, and all three erupted in laughter, slapped each other on the shoulders and walked off chattering away.

The world on wheels careened its neck to catch one last glimpse of the trio. A brief reminder of bliss, friendship, childhood, laughter and a niggling feeling of guilt. A few seconds later the lights turned green and with a silent sigh and a loud squeel, the world on wheels rushed on.

This afternoon

Today I want to write about this afternoon.

The kind of afternoon which comes about only between the winter and the spring. The kind of afternoon when the sun borders on being too strong and yet is missed dearly when one escapes into the shade. The afternoon which burns the cheeks incessantly and yet comes with a sense of relief and pleasure.

This afternoon I sit with my left cheek turned towards the sun. The head tilted to one side to avoid looking the sun in the eye. This is the kind of afternoon built for dreaming about Africa and Jaipur and journeys and landcapes and authors and books and incidents far far away.

The afternoon made for sitting amongst grass and twigs and yellow buds about to unfurl into unruly maroon flowers. The kind of afternoon which just for today, is perfect, for dreaming and day dreaming and imagining words and worlds.

As I sit with my left cheek turned towards the sun, I am satiated and happy, with just this one afternoon.

This New Year's Day

Winter Rain
and chill in the air

warm food
besides snug heaters

Family
reminiscing
and
building new memories

Friends far away
Cozy blankets
around Books
new and old

Cafetieres and decanters
Among cups of tea
with cardamom and cloves

Ghunghroo, forever in our thoughts and conversations
Rocky snug in his chair, chewing his way to happiness -
chairs, seats, blankets and today - a pair of woolen gloves

Resolve, hopes and a little bit of practicality
Tiptowing its way in.

with lots of Plum Cake
one ripe Fig
and more and more food.

Plenty to be thankful for
this New Year's Day.

This year

This year..
Tread lightly my friend
For many have passed this way before us
And more will follow

May you do good deeds
And may good deeds find their way to you
..this year.

Snow dreams

Preoccupied with
White Christmas quests
Travel plans, and
Number games
Under winter layers
And warm rays of the sun
This Sunday.



Aztec Spice for the afternoon cuppa
From my friend J's Christmas Collection.

Love

Sometimes I miss this little guy so so much that it simply breaks my heart.



Today, a postcript in an email from a friend brought this on again. A dog really is one of the few beings in this world who will love you more than he loves himself. How is it possible for someone to be so utterly ecstatic to see you, each and every time? He was, and showed it -- each and every time that I headed home over the past seven years.

R.I.P. Ghungroo.

Loved and missed dearly.

Tea cups

Today has been a nice day. Just nice. With the promise of impending winter. With the sunshine which felt so so welcome in the slight chill.

And a chance encounter with a blog with foodie tid bits about the city, really put me in the right mood for a cuppa!


Half a teaspoon of one of my favourite teas - The Spiced Imperial - by Whittard of Chelsea. Here's how they describe it: "..smooth black tea,..enriched with the taste of cinnamon bark and fragrant citrus peel, scented with spiky cloves and long dark pods of vanilla." It smells as good as it sounds, and for thee senses, is pure pleasure!


A teaspoon of the strong Red Label Tea (in Hindustan Lever's own words.." healthy, with a combination of tea leaves and tea dust"). Ha ha, healthy, robust and no nonsense. For those who like their tea strong - very strong. Tan tana tan!


Mix with a cube of sugar. And let it brew, let it brew, let it brew.


Add two teaspoons of milk and, voila! cuppa to be enjoyed with the fading light on the terrace.


Oh and top it with a drop of pure ginger juice..this one from Kerala is super.
And if you add more than four drops in a cup, it feels like you've bitten into a b@$$^y sharp ginger..
Like I did today :)

Maroon angles

Shadows and shades
And shafts of sunlight
Racing across the sky
At weird angles.

Shadows which move
Like waves
And then disappear
Hiding silently
Inside
A throbbing head.

This morning..

..with my cup of coffee, as the pigeons flutter and the sun rises in its intensity,
my thoughts, they go out to


JN thanks
being there from so so far away, as always
..luck to your new beginnings.

GS thanks
at the end of a telephone cord
..being the solid voice of reason.

SB thanks
..you suprised me with your maturity,
my little friend.

and AJ
..for your loss today
my prayers.

Those flowers

Missing

Those flowers
so beautiful

like velvet

patient
fleeting
and oh so peaceful

in their beauty

Those flowers

deep
dry
earthy

and oh so
peaceful

in their beauty.

This day

Yellow butterflies on yellow flowers
Watching
a red button rose
at the foot of a ceramic lady
Clouds and sunshine
Escaping
From more
words
Engaging, irritating
And closure
of another
book of words.

Twilight magic

Walking
On a windy day
As dusk begins to fall
If you look hard enough
There is magic
All around.