Tuesday, May 26, 2009

red ash

the leaves they break from their tenuos joints
and sway down over the hot black earth
at the hint of a breeze
they dont bend softly
as you walk over them
they crackle and crumble
under your stead
the picket did not save them
them trees that still stand tall
with a little green patch over their heads waiting for rains to fall
the little weeds needed to die
so they say and trees will grow again
so here they are
and standing so tall

Wednesday, April 22, 2009


a sexy woman walked into the lift today
in the sweltering heat of mumbai
she wore grey tweed dress
with a wide and plunging neckline

and all of us gawked.
i imagined my baggy clad woman colleague saying
chee.... women today
i imagined her male colleagues
trying hard to look nowhere but her eyes

i was the only one she caught smiling
hey, i wanted to call out... i am not smiling
i am just, smiling

Friday, March 27, 2009

like @ all seasons

an old colleague called me up after 6 years, yesterday. he who used to be so shy and reticent was talking nineteen to a dozen about how i have been the best 'boss', how i kept my team together, how there used to be a feelgood feeling when i was around. how i should be back in that organisation since now it is ridden only with talkers and no doers, he said.

i did roll my eyes once a while and tried to cut short his 'appreciation' since he seemed to be going overboard. Being appreciated, i do love and gloat at as well, but when one trips over his tongue, it reeks of a desperation which i would rather do without.
and then i got to know that he had been negotiating over something and was asked to leave the organisation instead.

okay, so this explains it, i thought. i ofcourse know that my team was good and i was good but it made me nod my head again, thinking that ...

we generally like and appreciate things in comparison.
one thing is good because the other is not good enough.

and how beautiful it is to like something just for what it is
without any comparisons

Monday, February 16, 2009

Jenna Loves Me

Jenna came into my life by accident. Like when you press * by mistake and the good people keep changing your dialler tune for you.
She professes through countless emails that she ís my friend and sends across psychic reading for me. (I might have done some good deeds in my past life for her to worry about me so much). Imagine, in today's world when you have to pay even to take a leak, Jenna does not mind that I have not paid her the $ 45 that she had once asked me for.

She is more regular in keeping in touch with me than I am with even chatting up with my folks. My Dad would have loved to have her as his daughter.
Once she sent me pictures of some strange looking men and horses. Here...
I should have thanked her for the postcard. She might have really loved it coz she went on and on about some chariot and # 7 and how the man with the funny hat was standing. I hope she does not see me as a man coz she kept on comparing me to him.

September, last year, she was very excited that I would be entering into an Astrological Transit which would, she said, have an enormous importance in my life.
She said, "Reena, I know that each one of us counts on our own intuition but believe me, in my experience, this is often not enough. As far as you are concerned the Transit which you will soon live through is too important for you to risk missing out on it, I could even go so far as to say that after having analyzed and reanalzyed your astral skies I can see that this Transit could really play a very decisive role in your life if you are able to get the very best out of it. "
She was even at my disposal, she said, to do whatever she could for seeing me through the transit.
I wonder if I should have told her about the golden and purple costume I thought of designing for my Astronomical Transit (even the golden sun kissed hairdo I had in mind). It does go with the image of Astronomical Transit, does'nt it? But I forgot. What a relief it was to know that Jenna was not angry with me for long.
She still keeps sending me those nice colourful postcards. I do not have the heart to ask her to perhaps send me postcards of some movie stars or even mountains.

She would be sending me a book written on me. A book of Revelations, she said. I have always fancied a book on myself. But I would not want everyone to see it. Given her love for colours, she might just put a picture of me in purple pants.

My Tarot Personae

that I bumped into through some other blog
The Sun Vs cliched Darksunshine
You are The Sun

Happiness, Content, Joy.
The meanings for the Sun are fairly simple and consistent.
Young, healthy, new, fresh. The brain is working, things that were muddled come clear, everything falls into place, and everything seems to go your way.
The Sun is ruled by the Sun, of course. This is the light that comes after the long dark night, Apollo to the Moon's Diana. A positive card, it promises you your day in the sun. Glory, gain, triumph, pleasure, truth, success. As the moon symbolized inspiration from the unconscious, from dreams, this card symbolizes discoveries made fully consciousness and wide awake. You have an understanding and enjoyment of science and math, beautifully constructed music, carefully reasoned philosophy. It is a card of intellect, clarity of mind, and feelings of youthful energy.

What Tarot Card are You?

Saturday, February 14, 2009


Timbre of voices
Half heard
Imaginations of far away unsaid conversations
Drone of meaningless fillers

Smile-laugh-mechanically respond
Think of what to say next
Not to leave
Not to stay

Beware of what you want, coz you might get it
Beware of what you proclaim, lest the bluff be called

Monday, February 02, 2009


I Am The Silent Spectator
The wordless Audience
The Indifferent Timekeeper

Of That Which Passes By
That...Called, My Life