My grandfather suffered from a brain stroke on the 6th of October, 2002. It took away his speech, and left him paralyzed on the right side of his body. This is for him.
His fingers clenched around my wrist,
he held me tight,
a quiet look of desperation,
I trembled at that sight.
His eyes so still,
pleading to me in exasperation,
the worried smile,
I cursed my incomprehension.
I relived that old night,
had it struck again?
without those words he had long lost,
I could almost feel the pain.
The sudden relax,
his grip lost my hand,
he responded to my excited worry,
on my feet I could again stand!
Friday, March 30, 2007
Monday, March 12, 2007
Poetic Moods #5 Her
A little shade of the unorthodox,
she looks into those eyes,
And then she comes to understand,
there's someone who never lies.
She's pretty, she's smart, she's sensible,
she's all that you would wish,
yet she's not available,
she's happy as she is.
There is so much more meaning,
it's difficult to explain,
but for a friend like you,
it's all simple and plain.
When you feel uncomfortable,
I know exactly how it is,
But damn, I do not know,
Is there anything else to this?
she looks into those eyes,
And then she comes to understand,
there's someone who never lies.
She's pretty, she's smart, she's sensible,
she's all that you would wish,
yet she's not available,
she's happy as she is.
There is so much more meaning,
it's difficult to explain,
but for a friend like you,
it's all simple and plain.
When you feel uncomfortable,
I know exactly how it is,
But damn, I do not know,
Is there anything else to this?
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Russell that!
So then; I wasn't supposed to be there! I did not have the passes. All those people who are thinking of me as the perfect bitch who went without them knowing, let me tell you the whole thing.
It was the last show Russell was doing in Bombay on this tour. And so, like an expectant fool, I went to Andrews thinking that an idiot would come there offering me passes for the show. I reached there to the sight of one of my sisters friend selling tickets to another guy. I cursed the traffic. I waited with a friend for another hour with no luck. No one was generous enough to give me that so desired pass. We waited, and the show started. Then, we went to the entry gate and gave the organizer the most agonized look that we could. Sympathetically I think, he told us that he had only one ticket with him to sell. Tempted, we bought the ticket and waited for someone as helpful to give us the second ticket. When that person didn't come, my friend suggested we toss a coin and the winner goes in; no point wasting more time outside. I agreed and my luck! I got the ticket. Center seat, 1st row!
Sorry Raj!
It was the last show Russell was doing in Bombay on this tour. And so, like an expectant fool, I went to Andrews thinking that an idiot would come there offering me passes for the show. I reached there to the sight of one of my sisters friend selling tickets to another guy. I cursed the traffic. I waited with a friend for another hour with no luck. No one was generous enough to give me that so desired pass. We waited, and the show started. Then, we went to the entry gate and gave the organizer the most agonized look that we could. Sympathetically I think, he told us that he had only one ticket with him to sell. Tempted, we bought the ticket and waited for someone as helpful to give us the second ticket. When that person didn't come, my friend suggested we toss a coin and the winner goes in; no point wasting more time outside. I agreed and my luck! I got the ticket. Center seat, 1st row!
Sorry Raj!
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