A Special Dedication...

I wanted to dedicate this post to two close friends of mine. They did something really exceptional this week. They have been a great help ever since I have known them but some days are just indescribable (and I am doing my best to put it into words!). S & R this is for you.
Yes you and you! Sitting there, reading this with a smile on your face and amusement glittering in those eyes. I can see it! This one is for you buddy!

What did they do, You ask? *with wide eyes*…Yeah?
Okay, so without further ado, I will dive straight into it.

It was Ganesh Visarjan (Departing of Lord Ganesha, to those who do not know this tradition) and there was heavy traffic all over Pune. I left office to catch the office bus scheduled at 8 o’clock in the evening unaware of the severity of the situation outside. It hit me belatedly and smack on my senses that buses had not left since 6:00 pm. The last bus left at 5.15. Since then due to heavy traffic buses were stationed in the premises sound and safe. Me and my friend (a female colleague…ahh chuck it, M I am referring to you!) just like everybody else patiently started waiting outside our office premises. Standing. 9:00 o’clock went by, 9.30p.m became 9.45 p.m.

My friends S and R (both guys) were worried about us because normally to reach my place it takes an hour. From where the bus drops me I have to walk for 15 mins. Going by the heavy traffic it was going to take more than 2.30 hrs to reach. So it was completely unsafe to be reaching and walking home after 12:00. These two guys come in shifts and have cabs at their disposal after every one hour. Normally they leave by 9.30p.m. Their cabs were ready to leave. S stays very much near my place but R goes in exactly opposite direction and it normally takes him more than 1.30 hrs to reach his place. So S after talking to me and hearing my panic-stricken voice, had a long discussion with R (as they put it), got down from his cab went to his cubicle got a temporary bus pass and rushed practically all the way from his cube to the bus at 9.50p.m. At around 10.00p.m finally the engines started reviving and buses were scheduled to leave.

R wanted to accompany us, but he would have had to stay overnight at S’s place and he quite literally regretted for not making it.

I reached my place just after midnight. S left me at my doorstep (!) and went home enjoying the walk at midnight. He says, “I should have some such walks. Middle of the night, with my mobile phone shrieking loud music in my ears, no one in sight, cold night, with just me and my thoughts.” Now how cool is this person?

By the way, M got down before me and she had quite a few people to accompany her to her place. I, M & S had a time of life on that simple-late-night journey back home which we will never forget for many years to come, I am sure M and S agree. Instead of getting irritated by the bus-service, traffic and getting agitated we enjoyed the journey. We relished a big huge Cadbury (courtesy S), cracked jokes, sang, hooted, clapped, called R to give updates, encouraged others and basically lived in the moment!

All things considered, all of us reached safely. Bless S, R & M!

M you are a dear!And I respect you a lot for reasons known to me and me alone...
Thanks to S and R for being such caring kind friends. What you did was quite out-of-the-ordinary. I am glad I have friends like you :)
I can’t seem to praise the three of you enough!

Furthermore, I would like to mention the flock I hang with, they are really incomparable and diverse minds. They all have something special in them. Each one of them has carved a mark on their own and are just as special. So taking the occasion in hand, I would thank them all for being who they are. Knowingly or unknowingly you have made a difference.

Cheers,
*clink*
MD/ET

P.S.: I would have liked to elaborate more on the last note, but I feel ya’ll deserve a separate dedicated post to describe each one of you in detail. When I start appreciating you all, I can’t seem to stop. So stay tuned, it’s in pipeline.

A Naïve passenger for the poetry bus...

I am Monstrously late for the bus this week. Argent is driving the bus here for DFTP...DFTP asks us to write about non-denominational wedding, but at the same time insists not to be slushy,tacky,cheesy or mention any religion or God.Writing about a wedding and not to be slushy is tough, but when has been a poetry bus ride easy. I have no personal experience of this, so I am running late for the bus. This poem is written in a hurry to catch the bus. I am writing this based on my observation. I've been observing the most lovely couple i know- my parents for now 24 years and this is just a jist of it.

My not-so fair life...
26 years to search you
Just a lifetime to hold you

Only a minute to kiss at I Do
A pout to say Will do

A smile to submit to you
An innocent lie to say no cue

A hug to coax me for work
An embrace to impede me leaving for work

A nudge to say speak up
A sideway glance to say shut up

A sigh to convince me
A raised eyebrow to question me

A punch to tell the truth
A peck to lie for you

A glance to make me forget everything
A wink to pull at my heart

You are a pill for a miracle life

A jewel for a lovely wife!

P.S.: I have no clue how the other passengers managed to pull through this, but they did it smoothly.

For the bus...

Heya all! I have been down with a terrible flu and couldnot hit this place for gosh(!) three whole weeks.And I missed two poetry busses and many wonderful reads. I will be catching up with all those pretty soon. Here's for one more striking poetry bus challenge given by Colorful Marion and she tells us to write on colors. Here you will find other passengers with their beautiful poems. :) Marion is influenced by yellow and it shows in her brilliant poem.

This one from me:

White

I wonder which white
-I am most fond of
Something in white
-ticks me off

Must be the silky white
-of my wedding gown
Or are those white tulips
-from the neighboring town

It oughto be the white of
-Christmas-stocking’s loaded sock
It gotto be the white of
-pearl under that shiny rock

Could be the milky white
-toothy-grin of her baby
Might be the white bear
-in her musical lullaby

Oh is it the white jumpiness
-to the road to altar
Maybe the white fear when
-caught puncturing a car

Yes it must be my gram’s
-Salt-n-pepper bushy hair
Or is it my granny’s
-buttercream-frosting’s share

Should be the twinkling white
-spread of glittery stars
It could be the white of
-dappled moon’s attar

But mostly it’s idyllic moments
-in every white
Something that strums
-in my heart so bright
& right.

On the bus...early morning!

This week the po-tree bus is been driven by ever-enthusiastic Chiccoreal. She has given us three options and I have chosen the first option which says:

I want you to write a poem on the first thing that you think, see, feel, do, taste, etc.,POPS into your head BE IT THE DOUBLE DECKER ON THE POETRY BUS or BE IT A DAGWOOD DOUBLE DECKER SANDWICH IN THE MORNING ABSOLUTELY THE FIRST THING IN THE MORNING!!! be honest! I MEAN THE FIRST THING YOU DO IN THE A.M. ABSOLUTELY THE FIRST THING!!!

I am being absolutely, truly honest about the first thought that crossed my mind first thing today morning ( Guess that is what I think first thing every morning)

Morning Blues

When morning
dawns new beginning
when sunrise
breaks between two nights
Tangled in the sheets
freezing from the sleets
reliving the night
rendezvous under moonlight
I wake up, look at you
blank without a cue
hear you sing
merry old ding
munching on remnant sleep
canonized recitals
cajoling my siesta
humming in my ears
searching you with languid hands
eager for the contact
agitation vivid in my eyes
scratching my head
I finally holler mutely
Where is that danged stop button
on this alarm clock?

I stare blankly
time ticking away
cursing the unknown
fully awake
charged for the challenge
called--today.

Onboard-Poetry bus!

An Inspirational writer, Enchanted Oak (Chris Alba) is driving the poetry bus engineered by superb writer Totalfeckineejit. Chris has given us two age-old pics as the prompt and this is my entry for the ticket. Please visit Chris's blog for reading the different versions of these pics putforth by wonderful fellow passengers.

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Drifting Reality!

-Blue fingers, cold hands

itching to be set free

tight binds

breaking me from inside

suffocating, harrowing me

finding my way in the dark

aimless, helpless, powerless

dragged by the devil himself

something screeched

yearned for attention

coming to my senses

whacked on head

I realize

the class is over.

Wishes!

A belated Happy Independence to all my fellow Indians. Belated because, I had no net access yesterday :( but I wrote this yesterday(I swear!) and I'm posting it first thing today morning!
To my mom's surprise I was up early yesterday(At 6.00 am)! I went for a morning walk; saw kids going patriotic;flags being hoisted at various places. Oh I got nostalgic.I remembered my school days. I used to be in the singing group; the entire school listening to us while the flag was being hoisted. *sigh* miss those days...
Everywhere the rich tricolour was making it's mark and I just loved looking at it! It was a beautiful morning! :)

So here's wishing ya'll a Super Independence Day...
Enjoy the freedom...Be Good..Be Nice..Be Harmless!
I m trying my hands on writing a Haiku#

Independence is

when chains transform into silken strings-

'You' becomes a second self.

(Taking Inspiration from Dave:) )

Catching the bus...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Jeanne!!!

Jeanne Iris the birthday girl is driving the poetry bus this time on a very short notice.She has given us three options for this week. One is flash Fiction on Mid-summer memories and I am trying my hands on that...(This person is Somebody's Somebody...It was narrated to me one summer) Tough one but very inspirational.Some summers are not that playful, I realized it that day.

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Chase...

For the past one hour he was on the run, well aware that he had crossed the line.
But this is needed, he assured himself.

They had just won the peak ZZ2 and he had been instructed to distract the militia.
Hungry Alsatians snarling and yapping behind him; men following them.
He was running out of his breath keeping this charade.

Oh shut up you idiots! You are making me nervous. He silently cursed those barking dogs.
Which way next Jeff? Where next? There is a ravine about 2kms from here and this way I will have to scuttle more and I might end up dead early. No use; can’t go this way; I have to take the ravine.

He started sliding downstream, towards the ravine.
Yes this is the right one. This will take longer time for search.
Ha! Longer time, it’ll take an entire night.

He edged nearer to the ravine.
Now what?Jump down just like that?Nah…
He turned around and back again. You won’t have me that easily.

There was a tree at the edge of the ravine, with a foot’s distance between them. He ducked behind it and wrapped a big boulder with his blood smeared jacket and sent it rolling down the other side into the ravine.
Ha, gotcha…Now keep tracking me you hounds…

The Alsatians got confused. They could smell him in the ravine and along the edge upto the tree.
For a split second he leaned on the tree behind him, rested his head, closed his eyes and caught-up with his breath. He heard a rustling noise from the nearby bush. His alert mind missed a beat. It was a hare, but a terrified one. They stared at each other. He realized and looked down; he was standing on a rabbit hole. He stared back at the hare. What a melancholy? Both of them could not move. He wanted to buy time and the hare could have been a meal to those frustrated Berger Allemands. But at least one could survive.

One wrong move and it would all end. He moved his foot forward…
Furthermore…
...
Now on the edge…
...
Little more…
...
A second passed…
...
And he slipped…
...
Into black awareness…
Into Time…
Under the epitaph in front of me…

As I looked on, I saw a hare climbing the grave stone. Clutched in his mouth was a daffodil still dripped in the morning dew. He placed it besides my fresh roses and nuzzled it.

We looked at each other and connected on an unknown level…
He bequeathed his life and love to us. We are in his debt for life.


“ What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.”
~Pericles