...the curry of life!

I love the tinkle of the spoon and fork,
I love the ladle doing its ballet in the 'kadai'
I love the 'tadka' and its misty world,
I love the wait for the dal to boil,
I love the chopping of vegetables,
I love deciding the garnishing,
I love the splitting mustard and the bursting cumin,
I love the curry leaves and the coriander fragrant,
I love the 'chutni pudi' and the peanut butter,
I love the omelette and the half made toast,
I love the popcorn and the lemon chai,
I love to plan the course in advance,
I love to do those vegetable bargainings,
I love to buy those tinie-minie kitchen things,
I love this little world called the 'kitchen',
I love these house-wifey moments:)
I love to create the curry of life...

Lost self

Wandering thoughts
Tangled faith
Disillusioned beliefs
Confused ideology
Suffocating conversations
Oxymoron-ic trust
Disheveled dreams
Blinkered reality
Blinded actions
Skewed majority
Gullible opinions
Grandeur images
False egos
Dispensable moments...

Tiramisu!

The tiramisu melted...
Warm moments found palette...
Inspiration beholds!

Found...

Found new wings...
Found my own trail...
Found the dancing toes...
Found the twinkling eyes...
Found the lasting thoughts...
Found the happy smiles...
Found the forever memories...
Found new skies...
Found my own self!

Not so mundane...

Uneventful days are passe i think;
Eventful ones make sure we don't blink.
Mundane mondays are a thing of the past,
Mine was so non-mundane that memories will last.
This is a tale in two acts...
The curtain will rise to reveal the facts!

A sunny afternoon with clear skies...
I sat in the auto bracing myself for the 1.5 hour ride.
Had a presentation in a corporate
WLB study was the sole motive.
Presentation paper in hand...
Figures of results stand...
A gust of wind changes direction...
Through the traffic moves the auto beating congestion.
I was in a daze or just lost..
A big thud sound and me in the air...
Inside the auto only...lemme be fair:)
My close to expiry date spectacles were now on the ground..
Without much ado,them i found...
My 'savari' had bumped into a bike...
What a commotion and temper hike...
Signal he had ignored and here we were...
Part of an accident that was not mere.
Gathering myself i sat on the seat...
Heavy downpour brushed something off my feet
I look and i see my presentation
Lying in mud and drenched to the weave.
I thought it can't get worse...
And looked like someone had heard my cry...
Rain got mightier, my patience it did try!
My back had taken a beating...
My head bore a bump ...
We still had miles to go...
And my throat bore a lump!
I walked into the gate...
Looking at my drenched fate...
the limp was there...
But the confidence still did stare!

The curtains will now fall to rise again...
To tell you the next experience- the story twine

I walk into the office waiting to meet a crowd...
Politely refusing coffee and settling for water around.
Always wondered how the cubicles miss the chatter,
The air conditioner is the loudest...
Just some faint laughter...
The world converging in this virtual domain...
Networks built with no flesh and pain.
I just had the coordinating person for company.
He candidly told me "it is a con call presentation"
And i said,"oh! how?"
He said"cost cutting, no traveling, con call meetings!"
My ignorance at bay, i recalled the OB paper i wrote
On Virtual networks and how the world it had mold...
All those diagrams on paper had made perfect sense
But theory to practical, i was looking through a new lens.
I sat on a chair and presented my presentation
to four walls, a while board, a single company, and rest of the furniture around.
Sipped some coffee in between and smiled to self.
Opinions were expressed, questions were raised...
I answered them with no haste.
Time ticked on...
I looked at my watch with no worry that i breached etiquette.
And then it was all over...
The voices died down...
silence prevailed...
I wondered how my voice did sound...
Take pride in thinking it is micro phonic...
But in situations like this, i also get phobic.
I walked out of the glass room
and into the open air...
smelled the fresh grass and saw human existence near...
I was assured this was just where i did belong!
Amidst human contact...far away from that virtual world
Adios to those four wall...
Not sure if i want to step in there...
But may be i will...

Or i do have a choice to choose the not so mundane...
Fresh footsteps...
Small pebbles
Textures change.

The curtain will fall on the happenings
Memories will become insignificant
Learnings will remain untouched.
Will still need a virtual world to express the real happenings!

Wanted to narrate, but prose found no ink
Poetry was the call, but saga it was in a wink!

Twos company...,Dearly yours

Little mutterings
Genuine musings
Making memories

Scribbled notes
Twinkled thoughts
Sketched laughter

Crumpled paper
New revelation
Old revolution

Active moments
Thinking minds
Running fingers

Magnum opus!
,Dearly yours

This 2 cents of poetry is dedicated to two people whose company keeps me sane in this rigmarole of research! thanks K & D:)

Mighty and Mortal

The sky glistened with the last drops of rain
The earth wet in realization of change
The rays of sun peeking through the few clouds
The wind moist in its temper finding its way
The birds chirping the song of dusk
The footsteps are silent on the stone pathway
The fallen leaves shed their glory
The broken twig dreams of a new story
The hope in heart leads to a next moment
The reality in life dawns in the mind potent
The wait turns to yawn, the gaze begins to fade
The mighty will take his time, the mortal awaits her fate.