I just happened to pass by the WALL !

27/6/2011, Monday..

On an old dilapidated wall, near the very busy bus stand of a city called Dinanagar, that was covered with moistened smoke and grime, there were two things that stood out ( hey.. the description was meant for the wall and not for the city !). On one side of the wall, there was a poster of a movie that called itself 'Pyaasa Mard' and on the other side something was written. Out of this 'something' what I could make out was "the 100th son". Now someone, with an acute acclivity towards editing, must have walked in and adroitly placed "of a bitch" after the remains of the original imprints. Ok, so these were the two things, according to the poor old 'me', that stood out on 'our' wall. Also, between the things that supposedly stood out, there was a poster of our very own 'youth-icon' Mr. Raul Vinci (oops ! I mean Rahul Gandhi). Now, trust me, I didn't interpret anything out of it and nor do I want you to use your brains and interpret anything. And also, this isn't a concocted story, but a mere observation ! (Trust me !).

Now, the common man with all his commonness kept walking past that wall, busy in his daily struggle for subsistence, without paying any heed to things that stand out for people like me. The only thing that the male laity (me included) looked at, while passing by, was the lead lady of 'Pyaasa Mard' who had a real horny expression on her face (could have given Jenna Jameson a run for her money, going by her facial expressions ! I am not really a connoisseur in these matters though !). The lady on the poster of 'Pyaasa Mard' caught my eye as she had her eyes fixed on our youth icon who was dressed in a traditional kurta-pyajama looking elegant while flaunting his trademark dimpled smile. I had my sympathies for the male lead of our movie, who, even after being without clothes (well almost), couldn't catch the eye-balls of the lady he had in his arms. Anyway, thats the way it is nowadays I guess ! And who cares about my guesses anyway !

And what about our impresario, our editor, who added the necessary spice to "the 100th son" ? I heard he got a red beating from the police for his attempted contempt of lineage (oh ! I mean Law !).

Q 1) Do we have anything to be learnt from the above ?
Ans.) NO

Q 2) From a deontological point of view maybe ?
Ans.) ABSOLUTELY NOTHING !

The posters on the wall changed after a few days but the writing was on the wall as I just happened to pass by the WALL again !



I don't know what 've I written and why 've I done that. I don't know if anyone can ever interconnect my sporadic thoughts. I don't know if someone will ever try to. But do i care ?? .. I never did.. and I still don't..

A trivial errand..

15/2/2011, Tuesday

Well awake before the dawn
strikes the gong of his
diurnal struggle for subsistence,
he contemplates the silence,
in those repugnant 'illiterate' thoughts.

Those jaded octogenarian eyes,
retrace the 'salutary' fringes,
hesitating to look into the face
of the murky shadows.

Stealthily he regresses to a time
of his youth,
leaving his flaccid present in the lurch,
comforting himself in those days of yore,
when he was a 'believer',
a believer hardcore !

Squatting by the roadside,
draped in a 'charitable' blanket,
covered in dust and grime,
he'll be selling tobacco in sometime.

With deathly rumblings,
turning his 'boisterous' act
into a pantomime,
he waits for 'life' to begin,
for one last time..


I don't know what 've i written and why 've i done that. I don't know if anyone can ever interconnect my sporadic thoughts. I don't know if someone will ever try to. But do i care ?? ... i never did... and i still don't...