Hundred and One

"Hundred... ... They are exactly hundred.", I thought

Early in the morning... As I make my way thru the jostling crowd, and as hundreds of people try to grab their share of the train one thing that the day starts with is observing people... their little nuances... I think everybody does that with the possible difference of the time... they observe each other... as if they are telling themselves... Yeah This is the world, I am going to be in for the next half an hour of my life... This splendid feeling stays not more than a minute... and then they again go back to their own circle... drawn by themselves with a book, a Portable playstation, or an iPod...

and to think, they are missing the freshness of the early breeze, the rich smell of the trees from the Chinese Gardens and the sounds of those little babies clinging to their mothers makes me feel sorry for their ignorance... I see around me and notice the wires which have formed a mesh around me... two schoolchildren are playing with their portable gaming consoles with the headphones to their ears... an elderly lady is dozing besides me with an ipod stuck firmly to her frock... I see two professionals in the seats opposite to mine... again with the earphones to their laptops... I notice all kinds of gadgets with headphones... and unknowingly start to count the number of people with headphones...

one... two... three... the car is large enough to accommodate two hundred people... and it helps to count people when you are in the middle... fifty... fifty one... fifty two... i have not even reached half the car and still i have got fifty two with that damn thing... how can people get lost in themselves... their world and just ignore what is happening outside... anyway... there are less people in the other half of the car... seventy one... seventy two... and how come this construction worker afford this sleek mobile... and how did he know how to transfer songs.... looks engrossed in the new songs he must have downloaded some days before... ninety one... ninety two... you know they say it affects your hearing power too... shouldn't wear them so often... still nobody seems to be interpreting what I am thinking... , ninety seven, ninety eight...ninety nine .... and Hundred. I reach to the magical figure....

"Tampines....", the speaker above my head barks and the train comes to a halt as I pull off my earphones and put them into my bag to rest...

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Waking up at 2:30

So What do yo do when you suddenly wake up at 2:30 am ?

It must be the Chicken Tikka... I shouldnt have had the whole freaking dish...
I get up and wear my sleepers and try my best to suppress the strange hissing sound of my footwear... how I wish my landlord ( who stays with us) had a sound sleep... well... anyways... he wakes up...
I go to Prashant's room... start the laptop... its good to know to type... helps when you are in dark and cant see the keys...

need to work for our film-critic website project... need to work for our short film... havent done a thing yet...
havent written a blog since a long time... have so many things to write... but lemme first work on our film critic website project... Rajeev Masand of late has been pissing in his pants...

this waking up should help... !!!

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The man who kept lighting the candles...

... and in this dream... I saw myself near the shore... a seashore may be...

It was a usual dusky evening... the night had not fallen completely.. and I saw a bunch of people, who had been standing on one side of the beach where the water didnt touch them, looking at someone who was in the knee-deep waters... There was some continuous whispering and laughs which drew me there...

There I saw the man... The man who kept lighting the candles... I saw him surrounded by hundreds of those round claypot candles... some of them still burning against the heavy wind just living their last moments before the wind blew them away like it did to others... but he, oblivious of people who were mocking him, kept lighting them... he had one candle in his hands which was somehow still lit... it looked as if he had been doing this since some time as that candle was also losing the wax and reducing to an even smaller size with each passing minute...

What he was doing seemed ridiculous... he lit the candles continuously... the wind came and blew them off... and this continued again and again almost endlessly... it was just a matter of time before his own candle would go off I thought...

I turned away immediately and I saw the people and for an instance was stunned to see most of them to be known faces... I, somehow, didnt feel to be with them and continued my journey towards home... when I reached a distance... I saw that scene from faraway.... It was pitch dark and I could see noone but those deemly lit claypot candles... yeah it was dark... and the only thing which still attracted people towards that place was the light being emitted by those candles... I dont know why it brought a smile on my face but it did, for sure...

and when I found myself on my bed at night I couldnt stop thinking about the expressions which I saw on his face... it showed the misery of people not understanding his plight to keep on lighting them... what I found ironic was that the same light did attract everybody...

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Baatein

Haan Baatein To Sabse Hoti Hain...
Par Sab Kahaan Karte Hain Baarish Ki Baatein ...

Aur Un Boondo Ki Jo Patto Pe Theher Si Jaati Hain
Aur Phir Un Patto Ki Hi Hoke Rahe Jaati Hain...

Baato Ki Baatein Bhi Sab Karte Hain...
Par Un Khamoshiyo Ki Baatein Kaun Karta Hain..

Aur Jab... Jab Yeh Baatein Nahi Rehengi...
Tab Un Baato Ki Baatein Kaun Karega...
Aur Phir... Shaayad Yeh Bhi Ik Baat Hi Ban Kar Rahe Jaaye...

Haan Baatein To Sabse Hoti Hain...

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