Vacuum

Space is claustrophobic void
Silence is an unheard cry
A dreams comes out in nothingness
And dies
A thousand deaths.

Boondein

Kabhi safed si os me chuchaap si so jaati hain boondein
Kabhi aankhon ke paani me chhup kar rulati hain boondein
Kuch log kehte hain ki jhoot hai ye magar
Har waqt har pal mera saath nibhaati hain boondein

Aksar khamoshi ki awaaz me kuch kehti hain
Har ek dard ko khud me samet kar khush rehti hain
Har lamha beet ta hai ek arse jaisa
Aur har arse me jane kya kya seh jaati hain boondein

Jab sari sari raat neend nahi aati hai
Jab koi khwahish khuli aankhon me sapne le aati hai
Aur wo sapne jab sach hone ko hote hain
Tab khushiyaan ban kar aankhon se beh jaati hain boondein

Na jaane kya kuch apne me samet ti hain boondein
Upar se nahi kehti bass andar se dekhti hain boondein
Jab koi nahi deta do kadam ka saath bhi

Us waqt mere saath akeli reh jaati hain boondein

Devanshi

Dec 10, 2009

Statue!

12:36 am. The time.

Are you the one that tick tocks in the silver colored frame in my cabinet, or are you the one that passes as moments pass by?

What is that which people find so limitless and boundless about you?

Today I decide to put you to a stop, I decide to confine you, I decide to clutch you in my fist..

I say- Statue!

Vacuum and your name are antonyms, probably the perfect antonyms, but this moment, the still 12:36 am, will witness the two ends meet.

You have all my beautiful memories stored within, you have the smiles of my most precious people, and you have my dreams, my life of 21 years. You owe so much to me, and if at this moment I try to capture you, you must oblige. Try and stand still for a while. Wait for me till I go back into memoirs and live you again. Let me touch a few droplets out of the ocean of moments that you have given me.

Remember the first time when I made a friend? I was happy. I never knew that the relationship would be with me forever but thanks to you. I admire you for the way you make a stranger so special in an individual’s life. You like giving surprises to people don’t you?

Worry not, I love unpredictability.

I have always thought of you as a friend. Except for once when I won the first ever prize of my life. It was a second prize for a race event. Second because my “time” was a little more than the winner. I thought you were unfair to me then but you weren’t. You made me realize that I did not win second, I lost first. I have won lots of firsts since then. 

All because of you.

There are lots and lots of pages of my life I can flip through right now. You have given me the best moments of my life, but its you who have given me the worst too. Sometimes I really wonder where did you get the capability to get so consequential from. You are simply a bonded laborer of sun and other celestial bodies after all. How can you manage to drive the whole of the life of a human being?

But then, that’s you!

It is not the first time that I have decided to crystallize you. I have done this many times before. My albums are a witness to my attempts. Whenever I go through the colorful pictures of my album, I see the timeless you smiling at me. They say people are not perfect unless they smile, I say time is not perfect unless it smiles, and this is one of the smiles of yours that I have captured.

I love to exist in this still moment. I have lived it to the fullest.

I let you move on now. You can keep the pace unless I decide to capture you again, unless I decide to say- Statue, Time!

Devanshi
May 12, 2005

For more jaankari, le lo hamari.

This is not about another Robert Bruce and the Spider. So those few who already know what this post is all about-Have a good laugh, and for those who don’t-“Welcome to Infoedge!” It’s been more than three months that I have been working with this company, have become belated too new to the system now. Have seen lot of things in the company since then. Loved a few of them (I am not talking about Golu), hated a few of them (Smarika Singh for instance) and been neutral towards the rest of them (Sanil Sebestian’s status messages on FB). Not only this, I have even had my mathematical concepts brushed up here. I am sure very few people know that the rise in the level of interest of participators in a lunch table (or even at the work station) is directly proportional to the rise in the number of suggested ways of finding PB's whereabouts. The math doesn’t end here. I would rather not talk about the concept of parallel lines. I know some of you might have already said the sacred prayer-No one blah blah blah on parallel lines. I am not very pleased with this :-(

Before rushing to other experiences, let me stop and say hello to the memories of my beloved ex-phone. I still remember how till the end I could not believe that it was not a prank. Had it been with me today, my phone and I could have given a strong competition to the Amla-Reliance love story. Good that Amla changed her number. Now its Meenakshi’s turn to depart from her beauty queen Nokia 52 something. I can’t figure out why she takes away her phone from me as soon as she realizes that I am going to press any of its keys. She gives a “isme jo data hai wo confidential hai…aap ise mat dekhiye” look! But I know expecting Meenakshi to change her phone is like expecting Imran to quit smoking. I wonder if all the girls of the world were attracted to the guys who smoked, Imran would have married Salma Hyke. But then it is good that things don’t work this way. After all it gives me immense pleasure to know that he would be associated with Kanpur for all his life now!

The post remains incomplete without the mention of AB(sconding) and Shivani dot ajay at gmail dot com. We three have some real good times together these days. We go out on Maggie lunches (and give the food poisoning responsibility to our Boss), joke around about irrelevant things, and if you have observed, we look like a podium when we stand next to each other. Abhishek 1st prize, Devanshi-2nd prize and Shivani-3rd prize. It can’t get funnier. I am surely going to miss AB’s surprise song transfers via ‘neela daant’ to my phone, and the way my phone lights up and displays ‘receive data from King of Kings’. Now ‘King of Kings’ is funny again. Anyway enough footage to AB, lets move on.

Apart from Smarika Singh, another person I hate is the bearded man who enters Sharmeen Maam’s cabin and keeps her busy with meetings, data and technical stuff every time I need to get her signatures on the letters. I keep waiting for him to come out and he doesn't! It seems as if he is making a mockery of my patience. I hate him as much as I hate getting up early in the morning. I abhor him as much as I abhor Shivani when she pronounces ‘Basant Vihar’ to what is actually Vasant Vihar and happens to be the place where I lived. But I love Shivani when she gets surprise bottles for me. And also when she says that I am the problem of her life. AB and Amla say the same thing. Lucky they are to have a problem like me.

Problems remind me of the health problems Amita is facing these days. But then they are not competent enough to prevent her from cracking jokes, laughing and enjoying all the time. I can visualize a day when her 2-3 year old kid would give Amita her handbag, hang a water bottle around her neck and tell her, “Mommy office me zada masti mat karma..apki bahut complains aa rahi hain..” to which Amita would reply, “ek chutki masti ki keemat tum kya jano chhotu baby!” [Act2 Scene 1 Enter: Manisha] and Manisha would say, “ek chutki…how LS!” and then we would go on discussing all the so called LS words we normally come across. Words like Neodda, Thanda le lo, and sankoch would be star performers in the discussion and it would be garnished with Shikha’s peculiar kind of a smile. Prerna as usual will not spend her brains on this 'sensible' discussion and just be a patient audience.

Lot more to be discussed, lot more to be quoted. I would keep updating things as they come up. Kya Meenakshi apna handset change karengi, kya Amla dobara usi shop se Maggie khayengi, kya Shivani apni mail id change karegi, Kya Manisha badal jayegi aur use crèche ke bachchon se pyar ho jayega, Kya Imran ki ‘unse’ kabhi phone par baat ho payegi, kya log punching machine kharab karna band kar denge, kya mere dahej lobhi sasural walon ki maang badhti jayegi, , kya JS Mumbai ki openings kabhi close hongi, kya log Vivek Khare ke cabin se chairs lena band karenge, kya AB ki nayi company me sach much saare Saturdays off honge, kya log Amita se printer aur Xerox machine ke bare me poochhna band kar denge?

Jaan ne ke liye dekhnge dharawahik “Shalu ke pyar” ka agla episode. hum log. Tiding!


Thanks and Regards. Lol.