Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Friday, July 22, 2005
The Fly
A crisp warm english morning sun shone on Mr.Pimpernel's bald head . It was Tuesday and Mr.P had his spirits soaring like kites on the summer skies. Clear summer skies ?Not quite, he spotted some dark clouds smudge the clear skies.His thick lips wilted into a deep frown and his head swung in grouse.It was nine and Sethu had not yet arrived .Sethu was employed to dress MR.Pimpernel on his special days.Mr P was sweating with anticipation . Tuesdays were Mr.P's grand days , the day he stepped out of his house , the day he wore his best clothes on ,the day his shoes shone bright. Yes there were Sundays too , but they were a dull white and they did not enthuse him and reminded him of his old age and that death was imminent .The picture of God brought in goodness , angels and candles and white robes and sent shivers down his bent back .He shook thoughts of the weather and sundays away and continued to shake it now pained with Sethu and his frown grew so limp it seemed inline with his drooping moustache !He vowed to tell that truant off this time .
Half past nine and Sethu rushed into the door,toppling over Mr.P's boots. He bathed Mr.P,dressed him tidy and escorted him on to the Taxi cab by ten.The cab wound around tortuous roads and reached the Trafalgar square,and was festooned in a confetti of confusion and celebration.Mr.P looked out at the various colours and people drenched with merriment and sighed at the delay.The black smudges of clouds poured in dull grey sheets unceremoniously and the regale rally broke to huddle under the roofs of buildings.Black umbrellas opened up to the skies and the greys and blacks wiped out all the colour. The car waded through people,water and slush and camberedalong till it reached the busier roads .People streaked across with serious faces and grim thoughts. The car screeched to stop next to a cafe with people discussing money , business and shares .The smell of fresh coffee and market trends pecked his senses .He brushed past the steaming conversations and proceeded to climb a flight of heavy wooden stairs.The flight ended in the entrance to 'Lutdwig and Charles firm '.
Mr.P retired from the firm two years back and he liked to pay frequent visits to scale the happenings around. He cloaked the stand with his coat and hat and walked into a passage that led him to the Manager's room .He knocked but did not wait for an answer and cracked the door open and peered into the new decor the room adorned.Everything had changed about the room.Mr.P's eyes gradually screened the changes.The walls were a bright yellow and the venetian blinds carried the Londonscape and opened into the window of another building .The burled mahogany desk had been moved out and found in its place an everyday pale pine desk .The floor was parqueted with yew and the Bukhara carpets removed.Potted creepers climbed at the corners and a huge Urn replaced the corner table usually containing a clutter of newspapers.A short knock interrupted Mr.P's scan and was followed by a staccato of Lila's stillettos.She placed a cup of steaming coffee and added that Mr.Griffith would be in shortly.Mr.P sipped his coffee and settled back to complete his scan.Everything about the room was new. Everything, save the wooden 8x4 photo frame ,containing a picture of his son.
Griffith sniffed into the room,his nose was pink with cold.He sat down at his chair and pinged for another coffee to be brought in . An exchange of pleasantries followed and Mr.P got comfortable in the new chair.An hour passed on discussions about the staff and business and other things that mattered .The clock announced one and Mr.P got up to leave .He paused at the door and added "My son and wife had been to the Kensel Green Cemetery last week " and hurried out.
Griffith fell silent and his head rested on the back of his chair . He looked at the ceiling fan.Memories of Carl came rushing in with every tear. He looked at the photograph and sighed .His mind rolled through those wonderful years.They had all flocked around to see the pictures of Carl graduating from business school.Lutdwig and Charles would be his to reign.Griffith had his dreams and Carl's goals fixed .
Griffith ordered for another coffee and turned to walk towards the blinds turning them shut and open and shut again .He opened the windows and let some incessant chatter in,to break his thoughts . Thoughts like these were hard to shut out . He turned around and walked towards his desk and sat down .A fly sat at the lip of his cup . He shooed it away .His thoughts flew back to the day the letter had arrived from the Army . Carl was called to fight at the front .Griffith was gripped with fear. He dipped his head down and stirred with his spoon . The fly sat back on his cup . He caught it with the Tribune .It landed next to the ink pot on his table.He put it into the pot and watched it. It struggled and swam with all its might .He picked it out of the pot and placed it on the table. The fly flapped its wings hard in a pool of blue ink.Everything had happened so quickly, the newspapers screamed of wars disaster.He'd pin his ears to the radio and have Lila call to find out if there was any news about Carl. He remembered screening through he newspapers,tears welled up in his eyes.He put the blue fly back into the pot . It fought and swam , its wings were heavy with the ink and its tiny legs too weak to swim.It made tiny ripples as it tried harder to swim.A minute passed in effort and the ripples died down .
Griffith tore a bit off the tribune, fished out the fly and threw it into his bin and placed the photo frame back .
Half past nine and Sethu rushed into the door,toppling over Mr.P's boots. He bathed Mr.P,dressed him tidy and escorted him on to the Taxi cab by ten.The cab wound around tortuous roads and reached the Trafalgar square,and was festooned in a confetti of confusion and celebration.Mr.P looked out at the various colours and people drenched with merriment and sighed at the delay.The black smudges of clouds poured in dull grey sheets unceremoniously and the regale rally broke to huddle under the roofs of buildings.Black umbrellas opened up to the skies and the greys and blacks wiped out all the colour. The car waded through people,water and slush and camberedalong till it reached the busier roads .People streaked across with serious faces and grim thoughts. The car screeched to stop next to a cafe with people discussing money , business and shares .The smell of fresh coffee and market trends pecked his senses .He brushed past the steaming conversations and proceeded to climb a flight of heavy wooden stairs.The flight ended in the entrance to 'Lutdwig and Charles firm '.
Mr.P retired from the firm two years back and he liked to pay frequent visits to scale the happenings around. He cloaked the stand with his coat and hat and walked into a passage that led him to the Manager's room .He knocked but did not wait for an answer and cracked the door open and peered into the new decor the room adorned.Everything had changed about the room.Mr.P's eyes gradually screened the changes.The walls were a bright yellow and the venetian blinds carried the Londonscape and opened into the window of another building .The burled mahogany desk had been moved out and found in its place an everyday pale pine desk .The floor was parqueted with yew and the Bukhara carpets removed.Potted creepers climbed at the corners and a huge Urn replaced the corner table usually containing a clutter of newspapers.A short knock interrupted Mr.P's scan and was followed by a staccato of Lila's stillettos.She placed a cup of steaming coffee and added that Mr.Griffith would be in shortly.Mr.P sipped his coffee and settled back to complete his scan.Everything about the room was new. Everything, save the wooden 8x4 photo frame ,containing a picture of his son.
Griffith sniffed into the room,his nose was pink with cold.He sat down at his chair and pinged for another coffee to be brought in . An exchange of pleasantries followed and Mr.P got comfortable in the new chair.An hour passed on discussions about the staff and business and other things that mattered .The clock announced one and Mr.P got up to leave .He paused at the door and added "My son and wife had been to the Kensel Green Cemetery last week " and hurried out.
Griffith fell silent and his head rested on the back of his chair . He looked at the ceiling fan.Memories of Carl came rushing in with every tear. He looked at the photograph and sighed .His mind rolled through those wonderful years.They had all flocked around to see the pictures of Carl graduating from business school.Lutdwig and Charles would be his to reign.Griffith had his dreams and Carl's goals fixed .
Griffith ordered for another coffee and turned to walk towards the blinds turning them shut and open and shut again .He opened the windows and let some incessant chatter in,to break his thoughts . Thoughts like these were hard to shut out . He turned around and walked towards his desk and sat down .A fly sat at the lip of his cup . He shooed it away .His thoughts flew back to the day the letter had arrived from the Army . Carl was called to fight at the front .Griffith was gripped with fear. He dipped his head down and stirred with his spoon . The fly sat back on his cup . He caught it with the Tribune .It landed next to the ink pot on his table.He put it into the pot and watched it. It struggled and swam with all its might .He picked it out of the pot and placed it on the table. The fly flapped its wings hard in a pool of blue ink.Everything had happened so quickly, the newspapers screamed of wars disaster.He'd pin his ears to the radio and have Lila call to find out if there was any news about Carl. He remembered screening through he newspapers,tears welled up in his eyes.He put the blue fly back into the pot . It fought and swam , its wings were heavy with the ink and its tiny legs too weak to swim.It made tiny ripples as it tried harder to swim.A minute passed in effort and the ripples died down .
Griffith tore a bit off the tribune, fished out the fly and threw it into his bin and placed the photo frame back .
- Ranjani
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
champ at the bits
intense thoughts burrow in and worm through
a bright noon sun peeps through glum blue clouds,
puddles throw oil rainbows thin cycle tracks vein through slush swept along the sides of the roads ..
.the enamel has slowly worn off .... traffic zooms past ..
dark chocolate remains on the edgy corners and i scrape them off first and they settle in the depths of my molars
fever settles on my brow and i sweat it out
i champ at the bits ....................
.the nitty gritty of yesterday's arguments swims in my head
there s nothing left ... an uneven countour sharp now bumpy then
....i nibble with thoughts zooming in and out ...harder .. cos theres nothing left ... why me ? why not ? whats wrong ? what happened ? how did it happen ?eating into my petty worries ... biting cold biting thoughts ... biting the edges off now and my incisors work harder .... bent backs get ridden on !!harder still ....and its off now and i sink back in my chair n chew in peace ....and let things roll by !!
a bright noon sun peeps through glum blue clouds,
puddles throw oil rainbows thin cycle tracks vein through slush swept along the sides of the roads ..
.the enamel has slowly worn off .... traffic zooms past ..
dark chocolate remains on the edgy corners and i scrape them off first and they settle in the depths of my molars
fever settles on my brow and i sweat it out
i champ at the bits ....................
.the nitty gritty of yesterday's arguments swims in my head
there s nothing left ... an uneven countour sharp now bumpy then
....i nibble with thoughts zooming in and out ...harder .. cos theres nothing left ... why me ? why not ? whats wrong ? what happened ? how did it happen ?eating into my petty worries ... biting cold biting thoughts ... biting the edges off now and my incisors work harder .... bent backs get ridden on !!harder still ....and its off now and i sink back in my chair n chew in peace ....and let things roll by !!
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
tagore
The hurricane seeks the shortest road by the no-road, and
suddenly ends its search in the Nowhere - Tagore
suddenly ends its search in the Nowhere - Tagore
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
Monday, March 21, 2005
Sunday, January 09, 2005
that artist , he
for love is the antithesis of selfishness
and the artiste a creator , he
hee haw he ,a creator
heave ho, he a creator
in love he ,swirled ,he
twirled ,he .... hee haw, unfurled he,
lay he ,watching the skies, he ,
saw he, life pass him by ,he ,
saw ,he, the pain , the anger and the madness, he,
saw he, happiness ,he,
hee haw saw hee haaw
but saw he, not the pain the anger the madness
he saw he, not happiness
he saw he, not life
he saw he, in life
he saw he , in the skies
he saw he ,in pain in happiness in madness
he saw he, ... himself
he saw he, in all,he saw himself
hee haw saw hee him
saw he haaw him
he ,the prince
he in love , never
he, the king
he, his pride
he, his sorrow
he ,his pain
he, all in all hee haw hee
he , the big fat lie
he , his true art
he , the creator
he in all he himself
...
and he burned thus
the bright flames throwing up silhouettes dark
his ego that flame
that firey passion ,
hah , not at all
that fire was he
.. an artist he called , himself
... burned he in himself
.. and he consumed he
hee haww
hey ,said she
him i loved !
and the artiste a creator , he
hee haw he ,a creator
heave ho, he a creator
in love he ,swirled ,he
twirled ,he .... hee haw, unfurled he,
lay he ,watching the skies, he ,
saw he, life pass him by ,he ,
saw ,he, the pain , the anger and the madness, he,
saw he, happiness ,he,
hee haw saw hee haaw
but saw he, not the pain the anger the madness
he saw he, not happiness
he saw he, not life
he saw he, in life
he saw he , in the skies
he saw he ,in pain in happiness in madness
he saw he, ... himself
he saw he, in all,he saw himself
hee haw saw hee him
saw he haaw him
he ,the prince
he in love , never
he, the king
he, his pride
he, his sorrow
he ,his pain
he, all in all hee haw hee
he , the big fat lie
he , his true art
he , the creator
he in all he himself
...
and he burned thus
the bright flames throwing up silhouettes dark
his ego that flame
that firey passion ,
hah , not at all
that fire was he
.. an artist he called , himself
... burned he in himself
.. and he consumed he
hee haww
hey ,said she
him i loved !
Thursday, December 30, 2004
a clockwork orange
6.30
7.00
9.00
9.30
11.14
1.02
2.30
5.15
6.45
7.30
8.30
10.00
12.30
........
6.30
7.00
9.00
9.30
11.14
1.02
2.30
5.15
6.45
7.30
8.30
10.00
12.30
........
6.30
7.00
9.00
9.30
11.14
1.02
2.30
5.15
6.45
7.30
8.30
10.00
12.30
........
7.00
9.00
9.30
11.14
1.02
2.30
5.15
6.45
7.30
8.30
10.00
12.30
........
6.30
7.00
9.00
9.30
11.14
1.02
2.30
5.15
6.45
7.30
8.30
10.00
12.30
........
6.30
7.00
9.00
9.30
11.14
1.02
2.30
5.15
6.45
7.30
8.30
10.00
12.30
........
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
the coffee got cold .......................
and one morning the media woke .. shook the yawn off its drooling mouth
and poured itself a hot cup of coffee
and thought ......
enough with the camcorders voyeuring all around the place
enough with the shanky affairs
enough with the party divides
enough with the bribe
enough with the contortion
enough with the scoops of gossip
and decided to concentrate on a more global cause :
"the city is full of bakeries and the country is full of cities and wannabe-city-villages
... most of the bakeries are named " zam zam"
how come?"
and poured itself a hot cup of coffee
and thought ......
enough with the camcorders voyeuring all around the place
enough with the shanky affairs
enough with the party divides
enough with the bribe
enough with the contortion
enough with the scoops of gossip
and decided to concentrate on a more global cause :
"the city is full of bakeries and the country is full of cities and wannabe-city-villages
... most of the bakeries are named " zam zam"
how come?"
Monday, December 20, 2004
stuck
trot trot trot
trut trut stop
look up tiptoe
look up scurry
gasp hide
breathe
gasp hide
sniff
smirk
smuggle
scare
scared
stumble
swim through shallow depths of smoke
suddenly
sok poof pow
shoot
shoot
duck shoot
sink up shoot
scuffle in the shambles
scream
secrets
secret screams
scream secrets
scary, secrets
sok poof pow
scuffle
sack
scupper
shameless, hung the skull full o' scum
shampoo bubbles on top of the skull, still full of scum
skimp
open sesame
shackle free
skate skyward
skein skyward
seamless skyward
trut trut stop
look up tiptoe
look up scurry
gasp hide
breathe
gasp hide
sniff
smirk
smuggle
scare
scared
stumble
swim through shallow depths of smoke
suddenly
sok poof pow
shoot
shoot
duck shoot
sink up shoot
scuffle in the shambles
scream
secrets
secret screams
scream secrets
scary, secrets
sok poof pow
scuffle
sack
scupper
shameless, hung the skull full o' scum
shampoo bubbles on top of the skull, still full of scum
skimp
open sesame
shackle free
skate skyward
skein skyward
seamless skyward
Saturday, December 18, 2004
sitting in the railway station on a sunday afternoon
mood : autumn
grub : rava dosai and coffee at an udupi hotel
book : the flying circus of Physics
song in the head : Nedanuri singing Thodi with no accompaniment
math in the head : sankeerna thagimpu set to 64 beats
want : to explain the math behind a sankeerna thagimpu to somebody
need : a different mood
grub : rava dosai and coffee at an udupi hotel
book : the flying circus of Physics
song in the head : Nedanuri singing Thodi with no accompaniment
math in the head : sankeerna thagimpu set to 64 beats
want : to explain the math behind a sankeerna thagimpu to somebody
need : a different mood
Friday, December 17, 2004
gum sticks
chewing all day long on a gum stick
tasteless now
chewing still
... winding thru some hopeless passages .. nostalgic
song in the head " old friends " "dangling conversation"
staring at a blank unix session .. that reads me no dark secrets
feeling like a cow tethered to a lamp post
chew chew chew
images from the movie taxi driver .......screen past .......
fades out
...........
the narrative fills in
fades out
.............
traffic zooms past
..............
chew chew chew
.............
tasteless now
chewing still
... winding thru some hopeless passages .. nostalgic
song in the head " old friends " "dangling conversation"
staring at a blank unix session .. that reads me no dark secrets
feeling like a cow tethered to a lamp post
chew chew chew
images from the movie taxi driver .......screen past .......
fades out
...........
the narrative fills in
fades out
.............
traffic zooms past
..............
chew chew chew
.............
Friday, November 19, 2004
from THE PHANTOM 'RICKSHAW
When little boys have learned a new bad word they
are never happy till they have chalked it up on a door. And this
also is Literature.
From the horrible to the commonplace is but a step
are never happy till they have chalked it up on a door. And this
also is Literature.
From the horrible to the commonplace is but a step
Thursday, November 18, 2004
must i ?
why must i vie?
why must i, why?
why? must i? vie !
(throw my head back and laugh)
while feelings vacillate
while some others veiled
vie, must i ? why ?
to be cont .....
why must i, why?
why? must i? vie !
(throw my head back and laugh)
while feelings vacillate
while some others veiled
vie, must i ? why ?
to be cont .....
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
gutted
catgut crossthread
crossthread cut
the godman cuffed
half moon a crooked sneer
bellies belching beef and beer
the godman cuffed
godman's men ,ash smeared
faith bombed future feared
the godman cuffed
biscuit dipped in ginger tea
garbage dump bugs and flea
the madman coughed
crossthread cut
the godman cuffed
half moon a crooked sneer
bellies belching beef and beer
the godman cuffed
godman's men ,ash smeared
faith bombed future feared
the godman cuffed
biscuit dipped in ginger tea
garbage dump bugs and flea
the madman coughed
Saturday, November 13, 2004
hopelss
.. .. hoped to feed nostalgia .....
...the slip slid away .......
....eyes rolled out of boredom ...
...mind roved around events .....
...thoughts raced to find common grounds ..
....smiles ... ate the lasagne !!!..
the spoon was heavy ..
the moments have passed us ...............
song for the day : Dangling conversations and superficial sighs !!!!
...the slip slid away .......
....eyes rolled out of boredom ...
...mind roved around events .....
...thoughts raced to find common grounds ..
....smiles ... ate the lasagne !!!..
the spoon was heavy ..
the moments have passed us ...............
song for the day : Dangling conversations and superficial sighs !!!!
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
pursuit
and the wind blew
gales of dust
soot covered eyes
vision blinded
impaired i groped
searching for meaning
truth blinded
truth vieled
soot covered eyes
gales of dust
and the wind blew stronger than before
----- i
gales of dust
soot covered eyes
vision blinded
impaired i groped
searching for meaning
truth blinded
truth vieled
soot covered eyes
gales of dust
and the wind blew stronger than before
----- i
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