Happy Diwali

A Diwali night.
By the open window,
I stand.
On the flyover
Cars sped... Noisy!


My pair of eyes
Graze the sky.
Diwali crackers
Glitters in the dark.
Beautiful.
And my lips part
into a smile.
The pair of eyes
Watched...
for hours.

On the table
Lay my phone.
Silent...
Drowned into the noise
Of passing cars
And firecrackers.

From the Diary of a daily Passenger : The Abrupt End

After this long break.. I thought of writing the next chapter of the series... but I realised that I have lost a big part of the things that I had in mind. And I am at loss of words right now... So, here comes the end of it... I feel sorry to end it this way...

Maybe someday I would add up another chapter to it... But for the time being.. this is it.

At Bangalore!

I had been waiting to get down to bangalore and join the company I was placed in. And finally when I am here, I am actually trying to like the things that I am doing. I am trying to like my training sessions, my weekends and my evenings at the PG. Don't get me wrong! I am not miserable. I am simply not able to be myself. The self that I loved being. Confusing right ??? *grin* Even I am in a similar state of mind. I will give you an example. I hate cooking and yet yesterday I spent my whole morning walking down the streets of Shivajinagar market buying utensils to cook in. I spent more than Rs. 2000 on all of it. And this morning I got up early to cook and hated the procedure all along. But still I did it and I promise I am going to continue and I have absolutely no idea why.

The only thing that I am actually excited about is my new laptop and the soon to have an internet connection. Then I could come back to the world I love... reading and writing. Till then!

Happy Birthday !

Whose? Well... it was mine. Wish me ! *chuckle*
I had not so bad a day. The friends i had been staying with, forgot it was my birthday, and since I wasn't expecting that, I did not care to remind them. It was half an hour to 28th jan (the day) when i got a call for an advance wish and then they remembered. For the next five minutes they lamented about the fact that they forgot and did not have a cake for the midnight cake cutting process. Later they made a cake of "suji ka halwa" with pieces of almonds saying "happy b'day mou". I loved every bit of it.
We stayed up late, listened to some party songs, though did not actually have a party since i had to prepare for an interview the coming afternoon (my b'day afternoon). *sad face*

So I slept late, woke up early, mugged up basics of Java and appeared for the interview. I didn't even get time to bathe due to lack of time for the mugging up process. But I assure you, I wasn't smelling. And I wasn't looking bad either. I reached 5 minutes late for the interview (thanks to the mugging up process again).

Three people interviewed. two technical and a HR. ( As an extra information, well... I had a crush on one of them *wink* ).

Done with the interview, I came back home at about 8.00 pm. Chatted a while, ate a bit, and birthday was over. I had always wanted my birthdays to be extra special, i love it that way. and this time I wudn't say I had a wonderful day, but I wudn't complain.

Most of my good friends had called. a few hadn't. Some forgot and then remembered. Some totally forgot. Some mailed, and messaged. No complains there too.

And at the end of the day I realized, I was missing my mom terribly.

The walk.

I walk the streets...
To escape
the voices in my head.
I walk miles,
to rest
my tired feet.
I walk alone...
To put aside
untamed loneliness.

As I walk through exhaust fumes,
As thoughts rain on me,
A lump chokes me up.
The eye brims.

I walk until its dark.
And then turn back.
I know I need to get back...
Under a roof.

That night,
When I go to bed, I make a wish.
A wish...
That I didn't have to return.
That i could lie down,
and watch the stars...
for just a night.

For one night,
if I could get lost,
Without you asking me "Where?"




I know poems are not supposed to be on the blog, but a few now n then seems just fine. *wink*