on my birthday today,which i started celebrating from last night with gold flake,snickers and a small birthday pack, am now working for the first time. feels weird,or rather very odd well it's quite the same,both the things. still am working. and hoping to have rum at night.

Priya Part 11

The helpers or the care takers there kept banging open the cinema door surreptitiously in the middle of almost every other scene, and to add to that something common to all Indians people kept loudly talking into their cellphones ignoring the fact that a few present there were actually interested in the movie.And then it ended with a bang and everyone walked out most nonchalantly. i remembered how before, when we came for movies, after the final rites were completed and the movie ended with a flourish, people streamed out of the hall, the atmosphere abuzz with droning of how good or bad the movie was. Going to the movies, were back then not a daily ‘thingy’, a general unimportant two hour entertainment mode, it was a three hour sojourn we looked forward to. Back in that same hall after a matter of two to four years my heart pounded with sadness ...how time flies.......maybe Priya and Menoka wont even exist just like Globe after a matter of time,yet  i will always be glad  that i was a part of the carnival that hi lighted cinema, not it's glitzy exteriors .

zippie

god dammit..............my denim zipper flies down on it's own discretion! never bothers to maintain any decorum,just flies with uninhibited spunk and spirit,never bothering about my embarrassment a wee bit. also the mother, the denim rani itself never stays stuck on the posterior. It will glide and slide and visit Neverland whenever possible. I curse and cuss to the tilt but of no avail. And people say ,only robots  want to act on their free will!

Priya Part 1

I had gone to see Anjan Dutta’s  Byomkesh Bakshi with my parents to Priya, of late. In a jolt it brought back many memories, the discreet movie trips with friends in class 8 for our first hindi rom-com. The naive bubble-bursting excitement when the trailers started and the hall darkened finally, after lengthy minutes of waiting (we reached much earlier than required), buying packets of Lays and salted popcorn with extremely hard earned pocket money (ditching random candy and puchka cravings to save up) and sniffing into the hanky while the hero heartbroken, head hung low, walked down the doomed path of rejection away from the heroine’s house. Priya then, as well as Menoka and Globe or New Empire, by whichever name you remember it, was the cinema hub. Very obviously there were no multiplexes back then, no monumental structures on top of which perched the seven hall’ed movie pandemic tent with blobs of foodies, creamies and munchies’- courts surrounding it. It was like a huge family who came for a wholesome movie experience together, they laughed and cried harmoniously and threw air punches when the bloodied hero would take down 20-30 villainous side kicks all once with sheer power of his  jawani and deewangi ki aag. The first time also glistened in my mind, when after stepping into the last school years, we walked into Menoka hand in hand with our respective first boyfriends ,on a double date. Back then it was still more about the movie than us. But having visited the senile Priya after a decade i was needless to say, very saddened. Most of the hall was in a state of comfortable, decided disarray. The floor of the hall was littered in a utterly organised with empty packets of chips,bits of pocorn pepsi sprayed in small puddles,

byom bhol'e

every night when i go to sleep....the wee pillow winky pats on my head and gives me orange'ish nightmares...children crying,men dying.........people not having enough to eat...deluge,famine,floods,earthquakes,wars,pre-meditated state level skirmishes..........household squabbles.....but sometimes he spares me the wondorous horrors..........he makes me dream of me as an ace 29player,a 1footed international ballet dancer.....and me having a poetry,drama major guitarist hunk of a boyfriend.........and a docile household.............hmmmmmm....i dream on....and the lord shiva asks.....who are you.where have you come from.and where are you going?.........

walk......

that day i took a long undecided walk round round round sector V in a very pensive mood. though i was leaking and troubled it didnt matter. aimless greatly, as i was i was beginning to enjoy the nonsensical joyride. But then it struck me again. Something happened that day that made me realise i wasnt so special after all. I wasnt born with an acute sense of intuition and gut feeling and god had really forgotten to sprinkle fairy dust on me when i was born and lastly and sadly of all that i was pretty common. The heat slowly then sneaked onto me from behind the nape of my neck making me feel acutely uncomfortable.