I am most certainly regressing.

But I had a really amusing encounter today and since this blog is my memory box of small things, where else would one post such a sweet little thing? 

Remember when we were younger and boys would do different things to get our co-ordinates? (Email id, phone no., linkedin, facebook. etc.?) I used to find that so cute - the confusion, the hesitation, the attempt, the gentle smile, etc? 

So, today, i was in a flight. A morning flight. Which means i had not slept well. Which means i was not feeling well. So I had only one agenda in that flight - to sleep. As soon as take off happened, I closed my eyes rather involuntarily.

Sometime during the flight, the person in the next seat and i got talking. I cant remember how. He was just coming from a trip and i was going to one. We spoke about a lot of things - his business, my work, the kind of holidays we like, good places to visit solo, etc. 

Towards the end of the flight, he just turned to me and asked, "Are you on insta? What's your id?" 

And that, dear reader, has not happened to me in a loooong time. 

:) 

उदास आदमी

उदास आदमी 

ज़्यादा से ज़्यादा क्या कर सकता है? 

फांसी लगा सकता है 

कोने में लाश की तरह पड़ा रह सकता है 

एक बंद कमरे में आलसी का तमगा लटका कर लेट सकता है 

उदास आदमी 

अंतत: 

उदास होने से ज़्यादा 

कुछ नहीं कर सकता। 

****** 

Today's gratitude is for my guardian angel. 

In general, i have been rather ungrateful lately. 

A lot of things that could have gone wrong, did not go wrong. Instead of being grateful for the magic (and dare one say, the hard work) that goes into ensuring this, I was resentful. 

And just now, getting a minor taste of how much work it takes to keep things ok, i am very grateful. 

Tomorrow, I might resent the larger issue, but this - ensuring that so many things that could (and should) have gone wrong, did not - is something i will remain grateful for. 

Things that never happened

उस दिन फिल्म देखने गए थे। 

मेरी आँखों में आँसू आ गए। हाथ में रुमाल नहीं था 

आँसू रुक नहीं रहे थे। 

तुम्हारी कमीज़ की बाज़ू पर आँखें पोंछी थीं 

एक काली सी लाइन छूट गई थी उस पर 

*This is a new series. A lot of times, we see a scene - irl, in a book, or on screen, and we imagine it differently. Like Katran, the format is short and self-explanatory. 

So, i m keeping the categroy as Katran only. 

जिनकी प्रेम कहानियाँ असफल रहीं 

वे बने 

कवि  

जो अपने प्रेम के लिए लिख गए

सुंदर कविताएँ 

जिल्द वाली किताबें  

जिनकी प्रेम कहानियां सफल हो गईं 

वे बने 

पति 

जो अपने प्रेम के लिए लाये 

घर आते हुए ताज़ी तरकारी, और हरा धनिया 

सुनो,

मेरे लिए तुम 

धनिया वाले ही बनना। 

***** 

Love stories that fail 

make poets 

who write 

sonnets 

for their love. 

Love stories that succeed

make husbands 

who bring 

fresh groceries 

on their way home. 

My love 

I wish you 

fresh groceries. 

***********