Friday, September 19, 2008

Sleeping together

I close my eyes
He falls into a deep slumber
The radio sings in a low voice
His elbow touches my soft side
I sleep by the window
His face rolls away
After nearly 90 minutes
he gets up chivalourously
andI walk to the door
to get off the bus

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Twist in my sobriety

The first line of this song is taken from a poem written by Maya Angelou. I wish I could paste the whole song here and not just the lyrics. It's a song that's heavy in the voice and tone but the music soothes my heart like honey. I like the indifference in Tanita Tikaram's voice and the fact that it's so heavy she almost sounds like a sad grown man. Anyway this is my space and i dedicate it today to this song which I am listening to as I write this.

All God's children need travelling shoes
Drive your problems from here
All good people read good books
Now your conscience is clear
I hear you talk girl
Now your conscience is clear [x2]

In the morning when I wipe my brow
Wipe the miles away
I like to think I can be so willed
And never do what you say [x2]


Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety [x3]

We just poked a little pie
For the fun that people have at night
Late at night don't need hostility
The timid smile and pause to free
I don't care about their different thoughts
Different thoughts are good for me
Up in arms and chaste and whole
All God's children took their toll


Cup of tea take time to think yeah
Time to risk a life a life a life
Sweet and handsome
soft and porky
You pig out 'til you've seen the light
Pig out 'til you've seen the light

Half the people read the papers
Read them good and well
Pretty people nervous people
People have got to sell
News you have to sell


Monday, September 08, 2008

a quiet dirt road

I just found this half written post which simply says -A quiet dirt road
Why did I write that? I have no idea. I think it's like reading your diary and getting confused about what you could possibly have been thinking when you scribbled some strange thing.

People have a habit of signing their name on pieces of paper. Some people overwrite till the letters become fat and unreadable. Some people write a phrase over and over again. I write these words at least once everyday- ' These things have always been the same, why worry now' They are words from a song called Why worry by Dire Straits. I've been writing them for years and years. It's a good thing to remember. I think.

A quiet dirt road hmmmm.... I still can't imagine what the next tine could be.

Monday, September 01, 2008


I will write about Ramadan but first let me talk about one of those days that turned into a firm resolve. Some time back I decided to get off the Fancy bus earlier than usual to go to my favourite restaurant and pick up food. All was well till I got the food and came on to the main road and there were just no taxis. I walked for about 40 minutes to the closest mall only to realise that there was an impossible long queue. I tried to stop a taxi and he waved me away. I was sweating profusely and steaming inside out. I wanted to throw stones at the taxi. I am now resolved to learn driving as soon as possible.

This doesn't end. I crossed over to the other side of the road and realised two women were standing ahead of me to get into a taxi first. I moved forward and so did they and we did this dance for a while till one taxi finally stopped and before those two could get in I literally pleaded with them to let me get in so I could drop them and then get home. They were Indians too and relented. I got in.

We proceeded to exchange names and professions. She looked like a nice 28-29 year old going home with her mom. When we came to her house she said-" Aunty" At first I wondered why she was calling her mother Aunty then she tapped on my shoulder and asked me for my phone number. I was in total shock and dumbly gave her the number. 'Stupid cow bitch'I said to myself.

The journey continued and the taxi driver began talking about ramadan and gave me a lecture on the saying of the Quran. The fact that a baby can breathe inside a mother's womb is Allah's miracle. He insisted that if a man accepts Allah as the supreme one and recites a certain verse and declares himself a true muslim he will go to heaven. It doesn't matter if his deeds are good or bad. My head was ready to burst by now and the traffic was millimetering. After a lot of arguing which included, childbirth and idol worship and how people from other religions became muslims but no muslim ever becomes a hindu.

I told myself over and over again-" I will learn to drive! I will learn to drive no matter what! Even if they fail me a dozen times I will never give up till I get a license!"

So that brings me to Ramadan. You cannot drink, eat or smoke in public. All devout fasting Muslims leave by 2 PM. You sit around finishing the leftovers. But I can eat lunch. So HA