Sorrowful Song

Long ago the world was ideal
but soon it turned out to be a hell
Now you reminisce the ideal you
Do you sing the time longingly?

Long ago you were brave and living
but the great aplomb came to nothing
Now you reminisce the brave you
Do you sing the time defiantly?

Long ago you were full of faith
but it drove you to shameful depth
Now you reminisce the faithful you
Do you sing the time solemnly?

In your sorrow and in your pain
can you invoke so many a emotion?
Insincere will your song prove to be
if it's not just a cry but a medley

Communal Compromise?

During my bachelor days I was staying at a place called BS Maqta in Hyderabad. The Muslim expansion of the initials was Bada Saheb where as that of the Hindu was Bhole Shankar. The other day, I accidentally stumbled upon the name in Google Maps. There it was 'Bhole Saheb Maqta'.

Triumph of Humility

[Two people on a motorcycle and I was walking]
[He] : Deccan Hospital?
[I]: aa..aa...aa..
[Shall I take it out and search]
[Won't look good]
[Or shall I?]
[He]: No idea?
[I]: aa..aa..aa..
[So what?]
[I'm not the last person]
[It's natural]
[Not really]
[He]: No idea?
[I]: Sorry, No idea.

Unrequited Lust

On peak of my happiness
Counting my blessings
Life on cruise mode
No more fear of failures
and regrets of any kind
I was living my age

I saw those eyes after a decade or so

We talked about our gentle past
I gyrated around a place we went

We saw, travelled and ate, I joked
We went out together never on a date

You never asked me out
Pressing those eyes she said
Intemperate were your word and stare
My hopes were you would dare
To shake a leg with me in dim light
To watch a movie in a corner seat
In those days had but one wish
Two of us together in dark bliss
I wasn't at all prude and fine
Shamelessly gave hints in vain

I was a believer ready to burn
But waiting for a share of my sin

Oh! It's all so pointless looking again
Neither you nor I can ever begin
Nothing defined us and nothing limited
So natural that never would be
She stopped and stared blankly at me
Embarrassed and confused we parted

I had struggled but killed the man of mountains
Convinced that I was born to swim
She came and resurrected the mountains
And I realized that man was the same
I was living my age

Note: Partly inspired by this blog post.

Awkward Ending

[At a fish stall. I was waiting for the fish I ordered to be cleaned and cut]
[He] : Are you the one who ordered the Tuna fish?
[I] : Yes.
[He]: How do you cook it? When I bought it last time, I fried as I didn't know any other way of cooking. And the smell was horrible.
[I]: I don't have much idea but our maid knows how to cook it.
[He]: I must say, the smell was unbearable
[I]: When I bought it first time, I had to throw it [I missed to explain it was not because of smell but my roasted fish turned out to be a big flop].
[He]: Ha..Ha.. but doesn't it smell?
[I]: I don't think so. I suppose our maid knows the way to cook it.
[He]: Look at all these fishes. I mean they are so expensive and this is still available at a reasonable price. That's the reason I bought it last time and my goodness the smell was horrible.
[I]: [I gave a sheepish grin as that's the precise reason I bought it too. However, I never wanted it to come out as my deteriorating quality of life but as an experiment with some exotic fish]
I mean it doesn't smell as bad as, say, Sardine...
[He]: No...No...
[I]: Also, we cook it and don't fry it. I suppose fried fish always smell worse.
[He]: No, Not really. The smell of Sardine fry or any other fry is actually a good smell. This was actually a foul smell.
[I must say I do agree with smelling good fried fish and felt embarrassed that I might have been inadvertently influenced by those vegetarians]
[I]: My maid actually removes the skin and cooks. Did you remove the skin while frying?
[He]: No, we didn't. We infact fried with skin intact.
[I]: Not sure. But that could be one reason for that foul smell. Or maybe we should ask the Japanese..He..He..
[He]: Yes, that could be the reason. So, that's why you have asked the guy to remove the skin
[I]: Yes.
[Then couple of minutes of silence]
[He]: Okay, then. Thank you.
[I]: Ah..Ah... You're welcome.