Tuesday, October 31, 2006

just the other day someone who read this blog pointed out that there were a surprisingly few number of posts on it... arre bhai when i started bloggin only in september, how do u expect me to write a blog equivalent of the ramayana so soon?

anyway it has been a long time, almost a month, since i blogged. for those in the know, the reason might be easy to figure out. for those not in the know, go figure...

tuesday afternoon 1407 hrs... im sitting n listening to an MP3 CD of gulzar-saab's songs... currently playing :

Naam gum jayega
Chehra ye badal jayega
Meri aawaaz hi pehchaan hai
Gar yaad rahe...

(The name will disappear
The face will have changed
My voice is the only recognisable aspect
If u can remember it...)

i asked my sister richa (who lives in the USA) to go thru my blog one day. she asked me, 'is it any funny stuff or something broody n melancholic?'

i couldnt answer immediately, then replied, 'well technically speaking it is melancholic to a degree...'

she asked me why... why couldnt i write any funny stuff?

im still waiting for the answer... trying to analyse what goes into my writings... i have often been told that i possess a good sense of humour... if that be true then why is it ever-absent in whatever i write? is it, like most other things in my life, a mask i put on? maybe not...

i go to college, crack funny comments, entertain the class; go hang out with friends, am supposed to be (along with dantu) the funny one; come online, am expected to be sarcastic, cynical and crack a few jokes along the way whether on messengers or on the DU MA community...

thats the reply i gave to my sister... dont u think everyone gets too much of humour out of me all the time? where is it that my non-humourous side finds an outlet...

in my writings, and now in this blog...

Wednesday, October 04, 2006


To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them.

- William Shakespeare, 'Hamlet', Act III Scene I

sometimes one stands at the crossroads. when every road that stretches out in front of the eyes to the horizon seems strewn with nails, waiting to bite into the bare feet. and yet one has to make a choice... a choice that can change lives, not just one's own...

i find myself at one such crossroad today... did my poetry pre-empt such a confusion? prufrock's procrastination, that stems out of hamlet's hallucinatory habits?

what i wanted to happen has happened... ive made the choice, albeit a very selfish one. and yet there exists the confusion, the crossroad beckons me again...

will someone please put my hamlet/prufrockian instincts to rest?

Blog Archive