The Angel That Changed My Life in 2010

the Rain Man

My pari,

At the dusk of this year in which  you and I added each others names to our names,  and showered words and verses over each other generously,

 I thank you for giving me someone to believe in,

someone who is  there,

someone who calls me his own

...and is my own.

Someone who is a child to me

and a parent too.

I remember my want list was too long, and I wanted a boyfriend who is a staunch vegetarian, a bus-train traveler, someone who has “son of india” kind of emotions. And then I found you and fell for you knowing nothing about you actually.

Slowly the sepals opened and the flower bloomed, but not for a second did I think my life has doomed... Though you had it all that was a certain no-no in my list. (AIYOO!)

I love you beyond everything. And I love you so much.

But I love you not for anything, not because of any thing.

For if there is a reason, it is not love.

You know, funnily though, I have a long list of what I dislike in you. My list of likes is too short.

I know I fight with you often.

blame it on my upbringing,

my age.

I know there have been doubts that I have attacked you with.

For our thoughts are as different as chalk and cheese.

I trust you immensely, but am inquisitive about everything about you as would a toddler.

Pardon me if I tress pass, scold me if I repeat...

I wish to tell you this new year, that you are all that I wished I could have.

I know we live apart, but you are a part of my living.

Thank you for being the dawn of my life. This year and every year.

I wish to spend my life with you.

It may not be conventional. May be our relationship doesn’t have a name. But we could define it and make a new society, where man and man can live with love and be accepted and loved by everybody.

I don’t wish to show the world anything. But yes, we can make a difference to this world.

Remember the day you landed in Bombay from Chennai, I had a poster in my hand.. like a placard..

I ask you again... in front of this social site that it all started.

i have nothing to give you this new year... but have something to ask for ....

Will you marry me?

BlogCamp @IIT Bombay

happa! what an action packed weekend. saturday i was with some wilsonians speaking about child sexual abuse, and sunday ko blog camp. this was a sickly sunday, when i almost gave the blogcamp a miss. i sent messages to everybody saying that i might not join in. but dil toh bachha hai ji! and my dil was in iit, and wanted to be where the action was. i jhatpat popped in a few pills and rushed to iit bombay.

i jumped in the middle of the presentation and with my usual “rukhavat ke liye khed hai” style.

 

then i sat through all the presentations. there was so much about travel and tourism, for a second i thought i was sitting for an iata lecture.  i could hear giggles whenever the speaker spoke about “going down”... (uff! and i thought i was the pervert! lol ) jokes apart! the sessions were nice and with a lot of value. it felt nice to see everyone so enthusiastic to speak and share. and what preparation – wallah... powerpoint presentations and all. i am impressed. i liked the cartoon stuff that dashing andheriwala blogdost shared, (i want to put cartoons on my blog too. send me the website url na)  and there was talk about poetry- very very insightful i say...  there was something that the speaker spoke about - haiku... i have seen it doing its rounds in my timeline, but couldn’t make head or tail what it is. now i have some idea.. 

photograph chorried from vishal gakari's facebook album without his permission. 

ki karaa, control nahi hotta.

i spoke about sex and sexuality – (i mean- not porn stuff) but about child sexual abuse and how blogs are coming out of the closet. i mentioned about how i wrote a poem to my beautiful maa in law... and how my other half – parikshith knew all about me through my blog. i also mentioned about my quirky train tweets about how no one is amused or amazed when i tweet about finding a hottie in the train! it has become as common as someone spotting an item or a maal. optimist that i am, i believe, sooner or later, sexuality will become a nonissue. i mentioned about my spammeshwari dost chandni who spams for a cause and how she contributes to hiyer.posterous.com that also auto populates in my facebook and twitter. 

simply boleh toh.. had a fantastic time at the iit bombay blogcamp but i wished there were some studentlog from iit who were there as active participants too. it looked like we had rented the place... it would have been better if it was iit b who was actually organizing it and driving it.  khair, koi baat nahi... agle saal hi sahi... id love to watch students get into the organizer mode. 

i eagerly await the next blogcamp... you all are invited to join in.

faltu ka bhaav nahi khaaneka... gup chup aaneka. 

aayega toh welcome.. nahi toh bheed kam.

kaun kyaa bola about the experience... 

read here 

Ramya  : Mood Indigo-BlogCamp Dec 2010: Visual Blogging, Quality versus Quantity, Travelogues & More

Srinivas Kulkarni: Srini’s Stuff>>What a bloggy day!!! #blcm

Pradeep Mohandas: Parallel Spirals>> BlogCamp Mumbai – MoodI 2010

Vishal Gadkari: Facebook Photos

Ramya Pandyan: The Idea-smithy Facebook Page Photos

TechGreek Stuff: Facebook Photos

p.s. pardon my typos, and #grammargandu giri

wikileaks of india... radia tapes!

i eavesdropped into some interesting conversation while traveling by train. as usual i tweeted all along, this time it was too tempting to blog. this is the conversation between 2 students. they looked smart. and their conversation, smarter. 

student 1: who is barkha gate?

student 2: bill gate ki wife?

student 1: o! she is miranda, i thought. (cold drink??)

student 2: yaa yaa, she was, they divorced as bill spent all their money on charity. then he got married to barkha.

student1: so cruel this bill!

all through, i was wishing that one of them would burst into a laughter. but they did not. they were damn serious. call it the height of ignorance or just that we have been hearing and churning  so much bad news these days that no news seems that newsy.  

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it is gone buffalo in water (gayee bhains paani mein) for the hello hello janata of the upwardly mobile india.  this nadia gate aur red tape is real dimaag ko traas, now lets see how the scene changes -  

Nadia Ke Paar! 

but really 

the average joe isnt bothered about what gupshup she has with tata or bata, what bothers him is the rise in the cost of batata.

and all the media badshaahs who were shunned or stunned by the uprising of the Dutt will be singing... "barkha raani... zara cham ke barso"

we the tweeple, have given a tough time to the young anchorni of "we the people".

i continue to love her, but mind not a joke or two about her. (peace, if you are reading this.. pls know barkha, i love you. and respect you)

barkha's online avataar took a paradigm shift from "Alice in wonderland" to "malice in blunderland"

 ... thanks to flop flick

"telecom rights and radia tapes"

"barkha ka insaaf!" seems like the season 2 of "raja ki jaayegi baraat"... wonder if in third season she will be with rajat sharma in "NDTV ki Adalat"

and manu joseph the kartha dharta of open,  gets ready to give takkar to the WikiLeaks .. with an indian version

well, open magazine is the wikileaks of india... (or is it vice versa?)

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when barkha rani cried "why me" there were others with whom telephone aunty (radia) chatted naa....manu uncle said "maybe it is because you are so pretty.”...

that is the "Hadd Kardi aapne" of Indian Television... Barkha should have given him one jor ka jhaapad then. 

but guess

the zhakmi aurat kept quite about the media havarat attacker because she knew he was making a fool of himself with that "tongue-in-wherever" comment.

suggest vipaasna for Barkha... let her vanish into the snow capped himalayas for a while.  

people have forgotten 26/11 barkha is which mooli of which khet then.. 

there is no issue.. here  people have memories like aamir in gajani, so when she could wake up in a while and come back like priya tendulkar of the famous rajni.

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wondered what sells more... jawaani ya badnaami... 

badnaami wins hands down...hai naa?

you lead, i'll follow

i did not let you flow.
i chained your stream,
and froze your dream. 

i said i would come along,
but left the duet
alone you were left to sing alone your couplet. 

i hate myself now,

that i realize how wrong i was.
i see your crushed maps, and i realize i am the cause.

i wish i could have mellowed,
i wish i could have asked you to not kill your route...
i wish you fought with me, and called me brute. 

but you followed me,
like the sunflower does the source of the day.
blindfolded yourself, entrusted and trusted me with the decision of your way...

i may have to walk a mile,
to reach, without refrain,
i wish i could reach too, and sustain... 

don’t crush your maps for me...
please direct the way,
i have lived my life, now i wish to live it your way...

make me a way...
dont blindly follow mine. 

just keep your hand on my shoulder and see me shine. 

but remember my other half,
to be with you, i long,
for to without you, i just don't belong... 

it scares me

to see your river so shallow...
now you lead, i shall follow