Place: Mumbai
Weather: Pouring Rains on the outside, Foggy on the inside
Mood: Positive - Retrospective - Humorous
Weight: Ummm .. couple kgs too many
Time left in this weekend: Obviously not enough
Whats on my mind: Wet confused puppies that are roaming the lonely streets of mumbai
Whats on the kpod: Chandnein Ratein
What am I doing: Playing email catchup
What I wish I was doing : Watching Carrie, Sam, Mir and Charlotte with the girls in Atlanta What am I thinking : Here we go ..in no specific order
1. Friends just dont happen. It take a lot of hard work on the part of some good willing like minded people to make relationships work.
2. Why are nail treatments called "Manicures" ..when only women get them .
3. Robert Frost and Van Gogh would have loved the rains in mumbai - Grey takes on a zillion different flavors and shades and the stars twinkle almost musically to the dancing raindrops .. it would be the privilege of any artist to get inspired by a night such as this one ..on a day like today ..
4.They say that you know what meaning lies in a relationship when someones absence means a lot more to you than the presence of a thousand others .... Its hard when a friend moves away and leaves only silence behind ..and that silence speaks to you ..
5. Ralph Waldo Emerson once said that ..for everything you gain ..you lose something and for everything you lose ..you gain something. Knowing doesnt make the time spent waiting in between any easier but it does provide food for some serious thought anyways ..
6. On nights like this I am as alone as I was two weeks ago when I boarded at 12.15 Churchgate fast ..as alone as I was when I shopped at Cumberland Mall as alone as I am on the bus ride to work everyday ..surrounded by a thousand people in silver blue cubes and that no matter how many blogs I write ..or how many books I read ..I will never be a "Que sera sera" kind of a person. And everyday I learn something more about who I am but know so little about ..
7. Rains remind me of poetry .. Whitman ..Tagore...Frost..Keats ..people who lived in times far different from mine but who wrote about stories I see everyday .. like Whitmans leaves of grass that are no lesser journeys that galaxies of stars .. what would my life be without them ? I guess I would never know what I was missing ..
8. I hope it stops raining soon. Soon the evening will turn to night and it will be time to look ahead.
But until then - From this little corner of my world ..to all of you'll who are reading this..
Much Metta
Kau
2 comments:
In one blog you have listed down many more poets than I've known till now!
Have been reading your posts for sometime now & had wondered what metta meant....got the answer after its usage in this post.
I think the feeling of being alone in one of the most crowded cities is an art appreciated by very few.
I have been away from India and more specifically Bombay (yes i refuse to call it by the other name :-))for a considerable amount of time and this post did bring back some fond and not-so-nice memories.
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