Psychedelic Slippers

When I was as ol as calvin (calvin n hobbes) , all I could think of was play. Blessed with a school without notebooks and textbooks, my childhood was an endless playtime. I loved to play. Bro and me the eternal playmates. We played stuff from bhatukli (house-house, o whatever u guys called it) to marbles and seven tiles and dabascot (a modified form of hide n seek). The best of them al dhabadhubi. Games that are almost non existent now. The choice of games would alwes be dictated by the number of people available to play, and the hour of the day. No kid would ever stay at home beyond 5 p.m. goin to frens place to call em to play was an everyday ritual. Then there would be levels amongst them, neighbours, building frens, gully frens, school frens (those ones that would come occasionally to play at ur place). Playtime was the singlemost universally awaited time of the day in the whole of the kiddo community. When it was my bros turn to select games, we would playing with gi-joes n cars, ...

thats actully the title of a box that comes in economic times, read some of the most weirdest newsbits there. i jus thought of popping in a hi to u guys. there's a universe of possibilities out there, wake up to one everyday. each day there's a new song... the one tat makes u smile through the walk, through the day.. i have come to really enjoy my morning walks to the institute. a random cute guy on the road, the mischievous kid outside the classroom, the lady in a rush to catch the bus, the housewife bargaining at the bhajiwalas, the newspaper lady, the geriatrics club at vaishali's n rupali's... over the days, these people have become so much a part of my day. we fall into routines so easily. we move form task to task in a subconscious way... and yet at the end of the day, m somehow not bored of doin the same things everyday. somehow each day is different, special. there are no post thoughts, n i think m keepin someone waitin for the pc.. .so signin out now.. b bac wi...

...contd Of many things a smile can possibly mark, often it marks the beginning, of events that may o may not be as pleasant as those that bring the first smile, but nevertheless it is where things start. An innocuous smile, may forever alter the course of things to be. Things begin there... with the smile that followed the “hello…” What is it that makes your heart tingle? (the smile in the hello? the one reciprocated back? Or that tiny stolen moment when ur eyes meet for a splitsecond?) What is it that runs through your body and it makes it respond in novel ways? When jus a gaze can tickle you within and without and a light brush of skin can arouse all ur senses together? Is this “IT”? the thing that everyone talks about—that glorified, sacred word? Less said, more felt Less lived, more left A boxful of dreams! (Or a Pandora’s disguised?) ...to be contd

(this one's dedicated to the one who inspired it.. Peanut) Wish I could write a poem A verse to make you see You mean more than all world And all it holds, for me Wish I knew what I could say Or what I could do To make you feel the love for me I’ve always felt for you. --Anonymous The beginning A few minutes for the clock to strike 12, Maya was filled with anticipation. She lay on the bed trying hard to read a book. “It’s no big deal” she told herself, “you gotta be studying gal, c’mon now, hmmm” . She began reading aloud. Not of much use. “so who is it gonna be this time” No guesses. She impatiently awaited for the phone to ring. And ring it did, dot when the cell flashed 00. All too eager, she picked the call, without even botherin to chec the number. Stunned by the voice on the other end-- a stranger, yet not so much; the words ordinary, yet so special “Hello!! Happy Birthday!” she felt like in a dream, lost for words… “______ here” the voice continued bringing her back to rea...

today was a not so normal pune –day for me, ma bro had come down, n spent like the whole day with him. So on this nt so pleasant auto-journey tat we had between places, the auto-wala thought of shining some philosophy upon us. he played with Sanskrit shloks, n interspersed Marathi with as many English words as ne common Indian. He made his own audience. Me n bro (bakras of the day?) he seemed heavily inspired by geeta, he spent quite some time talkin on the pro s n cons of Karma (without actually using that word). Then he moved on to describe the omnivalence of the Almighty. While I had enjoyed the initial few minutes of the talk on Karma, as it moved to more radical views I lost interest. I am not an avowed atheist, I do believe in powers beyond my grasp, but that is far from my perception of god. Though in times of today where religion is more a social obligation than a faith o belief, I find it hard to limit my god, to a specific form, ability, o nature. my god keeps evolving like m...

The world is your mirror. The good you find in others, is in you too. The faults you find in others, are your faults as well. After all, to recognize something you must know it. The possibilities you see in others, are possible for you as well. The beauty you see around you, is your beauty. The world around you is a reflection, a mirror showing you the person you are. To change your world, you must change yourself. See the best in others, and you will be your best. Give to others, and you will give to yourself. Appreciate beauty, and you will be beautiful. Admire creativity, and you will be creative. Love, and you will be loved. Seek to understand, and you will be understood. Listen, and your voice will be heard. Teach, and you will learn. found it on a forum

There’s a swing down ma house. No not a swing in some garden, its one of those old wooden swings, with thick wood, n thick chains, that creaks a lil once in a while, but neverhteless looks grand and impressive. Its been one of my favorite places to be, since I have shifted here. Swings have always been ma lil favorites. Ma earliest swinging memories wud be summer vacations in Belgaum(ma native place). Ma grandpa would take us (me, bro n cousin) to a nearby park in the evenings on his bicycle. The bicycle ride would be one of the most awaited things, on the then, grandiose, HERO cycles, and the carrier was a place to be fought for! The park, would inevitably be crowded, and you had to wait ur turn at the swing( and so also the see-saw or the slide). Once on the swing, it was like being the king of the world. Grandpa wud giv the first push… n then I would swing away. (sometimes bro would giv a harder push, that wud make things in ma stomach churn, and result in a mad chase in the park wi...