Bangalore you are missed!

Nature is a like a dog, it invariably makes you fall in love with it. For those who are nature lovers, Bangalore is a treat and for those who are not, it is a welcome relief! There are some places which get etched in your memories not just for what they offered but because they offered a solace which was much needed. They offer you with mouth watering delights, big mugs of Beer, chilled bottles of Breezers, laid backs cafés and a space to simply be who you wish to be.

Heavens know that staying near Kormangala was the best thing I could have ever asked for. The most happening place in Bangalore: where the taste buds rest in peace, ready only to die till the stomach bloats and the neck feels full. My list of places visited might just be a handful but they are precious. The Jyotinivas college lane : California Pizza Kitchen, Chung Wah, Tunday Kababi ( ah! The orgasmic mouth melting kababs and mutton with gravy), Corner House (where we would die eating chocolate, read DBC). A little further up were Coffee on Canvas where I found myself having some me- time, watching other people play as I immersed myself in my book, pasta, milk shake and doodled some keep sakes. Forum Mall was a second home, bustling with energy as weekends would mark the end of the week. The sudden movie plans at 10.30 in the night were worth the watch. That never ending fly over to Electronic City where the setting sun would amaze you for the love that nature could offer you with, in your troubled times.

Finding home food was a little difficult. Yet Uttar Karnataka Mess in Jaya Nagar is where my taste buds would find the much needed solace and comfort. As cheap as 45 rupees a thali, the meal would be a delight for the day. La Casa, a little nearby offered sumptuous sizzlers and soups. How can I miss the sandwiches and ice cream of Cool joint ( they were not the best, yet they were delicious) Right next the Sugarcane juice shop offered big mugs of mint, lemon and ginger flavoured sugarcane juice. The Cakewala cakes were sinful as ever (their chocolate truffle pastry and mango cheesecake). Being a tea lover I found the aroma of Chai point’s teas soothe my nerves, the ginger so strong that your throat would crave for.

The best part of the city was undoubtedly the rainshowers (most enjoyed when indoors!;) They would melt away my pains in streams gushing down, only to let me know that life was and will always be much more than what I was experiencing; the cool breeze would embrace in a way you only wanted to be hugged.

More than this, I fondly remember the city to look at people beyond their exterior. Coming from Delhi where outer appearances are all that matter, Bangalore was a comfort. Here people talked their minds out, spoke, felt and did all they could without being conscious of what others were thinking.

Back home, my mom told me “You’ve become a proper Banglorean”. This remark of hers would have been a compliment to a Bangalorean and an insult to a Delhite. Nonetheless, I took from it what my heart wanted to.

Trees : My love

I may not have lived the city entirely but from whatever I tasted, spoonfuls of love is what lingers….

P.S: I'm sure you'll tell me I hardly saw the place. Well, I was working too. Numbers don't count, memories do!:)

Come dine with me

She let out screams of laughter

Shining through her smiles

Danced her way to glory

Till her breath could calm a while

The lady there in grey

Wore a dress of melancholic tinge

Her eyes bore the black of night

Her glass empty, for another fill

The mistress in blood red

Seething with anger to brim

Had fists full of rage as her accessory

Hurling abuses she wanted to kill

The lady next to the door

Stand watching with her heart burning

High heels of envious brand

She loathed them whom she saw achieving

At the corner was Self- contempt

Willing not to meet its own eyes

Looking pretty, doubting as always

Knowing not what to do with life

The hostess walked in welcoming

The different shades of Me

The feast reflecting myriad shades

Those which belonged to me

I read you

After all this while of reading

That which was so obscure

I found a light beside that street

Leading straight to your heart’s core

Wondering if you were two people at once

 A question I once had asked

Got my answer in time

For some words have filters in dark.

Your vagueness enticed me

Into reading the soul behind

For true hearts lead on

Hidden paths become a treasure to find

As I compared myself to others

Sun’s rays beating to outshine

You said I was a sun of my own

To each his own, their kind.

The trust gathered in those ink scribbles

The ones petite, pretty and fine

Are the ones that brought this soul

To a love that your words defined

C( Qu)oated*

Be glad that you don’t have instant manifestation. This buffer of time is really your friend. It’s your opportunity to observe and to ponder and to visualize, and to remember. It’s your opportunity to take an Emotional Journey that might be different from what you’re actually observing.~ Abraham

Before it could even start, I had a lump in my throat; an imagined one. You know how memories haunt you, as you lived your life trying to escape the moments which were only running towards you, following you like ghosts of the past, the past you never know would turn out on you, only till the time you were in present, for real.

Experiencing a vacuum is a phase which many of us have lived and those who have not may wait for. Life being itself has its ways of helping you experience myriads of emotions, only if you stay connected to them (myriad: how I love this word). Of course, vacuum has no air. It makes you feel breathless.  You live, only to question. You live, with anguish that burns through your skin. You live, with your heart that wanders to a place you’ve never been to. You live and that my dear friends, is the sole problem! Why? Cause it’s not really a happy place to be in. Yet it’s a place you ought to be in, in that very moment.

Having been in that vacuum before, the memories rushed through the mind, like blood rushes through the veins, in that fight-or-flight mode. “What if it happens again?”, “This time I shall definitely get crazy!” Work being the most important part of our lives makes its presence felt so vividly that you invariably get dependent on it, not just for income but for time’s sake too. And there stands the time laughing at you, as you walk past it hurriedly for the bus to catch, the metro to ride, or the breakfast gulped in few bites, only to see you walk back with fatigue in your bones and years added to your soul. For the lives that love their work and consider it a blessing, I offer my smiles to you, for those who complain, I offer my hand to you, come along, feel the vacuum, if you must, for it answers those questions you always ran away from. READ, beckon your soul’s voice and you shall be freed!

Not having any work after you have spent your two years of existence, slogging, writhing in pain, fatigue, exhaustion, can be difficult. Work has a powerful way of taking your life away from you even as you live each day to work! It’s a mystical charm that cloaks itself on your life hiding away the true facts, until you see them in your dreams or feel them as a ‘déjà vu’ or daydreams as you nonchalantly swift through your daily chores.

This time, the vacuum beckons me on and off. The grace of words calms me down. Both their words, are soaked in, one who holds the wand of mighty thoughts and the other where death does the talking. There is one more writer who needs to be allowed to enter the doors. His time shall soon come. When will yours?

* read as coated and quoted at once!

Thank you Leo, for the lovely prompt:) Link up at a prompt each day to get your words flowing.

Simple is as simple gets....

My blogger friend Leo is back with daily prompts and I'm more than delighted to tag along there, as I terribly missed the Haiku Heights initiative by him. So here are my two poems on the prompt 'simple' :) Let's get the juices flowing.....at A prompt each day

To say that falling love

Is as simple as it can be

Is fooling around

With that caged heart of yours

To say that words written

Are like a feather gliding through silk

Is partial truth

For words often lose their speech

To say that friends last forever

Like the big massive trees

Is a false hope

For trees too wither and die

To say that happiness should be strived

Like the fireflies dancing at night

Is like living in a bubble

For emotions are fluxes

Simple is not as simple gets

Simple loves to become complex

Simple for them, is not simple for you

Simple, a joke, around many and a few

Simple, the smile, radiant in the light

Simple, her wrinkles, which through her skin, slide

Simple, his eyes, small and deep

Simple, his actions, thoughtful and sweet

Simple, the mom’s cooking, for her

Simple, not, but best her food for us

Simple, the care of father for the kids

Simple and loved the blanket in the cold mist

Simple is not simple as simple gets

Simple knows how to be unique

Simple a daily dose

A breeze comforting and at ease