You and Me Mum

Remember the black mark mum?
Remember all those times?
You and me mum 
With all that dirt and grime

The bloated ego and the fight
Crying and those endless nights
You and me mum
And your suggestions of wrong and right

That feeling of darkness enveloping us
That claustrophobia
You and me mum
And all that nausea

The crawling under the shadows
The denials
You and me mum
And all those turbulence and trials

57 days of silence
And a telephone bill of 15,000
You and me mum
And finding ways for all this to end

The fallacy of making love
The doubt thereafter
You and me mum
And all the vodka and laughter

The dawning truth
The realization
You and me mum
And the satisfaction

I love you
With all my heart
You and me mum
Till death do us ‘part


Of Crackling Popcorn and Big Names

DISCLAIMER: This post is meant only for wholesome mind stimulation. If my post hurt any of the feminine/house-wifely sentiment then its a home run for the writer

And the blabber-er begins…  

After a good rest and a couple of good nights sleep and yes of-course rangon ka tyohaar, here I am at my blabbering best [purely my presumption] and my grey cells are churning a thought “Whats with the polybags/paper packets of a branded showroom/shop” 

You can question why this thought why not a teeny weeny insight about growing population of mosquitoes and the diminishing power of your trusted mosquito repellent, surely a post when the blabber-er-o-mania strikes again.

Back to plastic ke packets…ever wondered why you save the poly-bags from a Nalli or Fab India or that new jazzy showroom in the posh locality than the packets which make that strange sound of crackling popcorn in a dungeon with ‘Cheap Cloth Store’ printed on them?  Because these poor crackling popcorn are only meant for storing garbage or the last minute grocery shopping.

A thought dawns, why the love for a good poly bag with a biggie’s name printed on it?
1.  Because people who see us carrying these will think “hey these dolts can manage shopping here”
2.  Wow!
3.  Inducing jealousy amongst neighbours [read mrs. malhotras, pinky ki mummy, ritu, geetas and etcs..]
4.  God only knows

The best part is the storing places for these poly bags, they can generally be found
1.  Under your mattress, to save the sparkle
2.  Neatly folded and kept in a bigger poly bag [the crackling ones, oh yes another usage!]

Now amongst these ‘lower middle class polybags’ and ‘upper middle class poly bags’ lies a ‘middle middle class polybag’, viz. Shoppers’ Stop, Westside and you get the flow…the ones which crackles little but carrying them gives a loud message to geetas, ramas etcs…yes madam ji we too go to malls on the weekends!  Hence you will witness a deliberate usage on a Monday, for carrying sabji-bhaji from the sabji wala bhaiya.

Another ‘strata’ is of the fetish for the Duty Free Bags…which are carried wonly and wonly by a certain section called Mrs. Malhotras of this world and meant for a silent scream assi bhi phoren-shoren jande hai!  No matter they got this bag from their innumerous mami jis/mausi jis living in so called phoren-shoren [read, London oh yes! and dubai-shubai],  and have been used to carry those $1 worth of nail paints, the flaunting never ceases, so what after a few months they resemble the crackling ones but till a little blotch of duty free is peaking from here and there; jai ho! to the usage.

Now the flip-side…if your bag belongs to ‘kapoor di hatti’ of dariba kalan and doesn’t crackle but sparkles, chances are they will be used for storing a bag of ‘Kalpana’ of South Extension

So from the next time if you see the various mothers and wives and behens neatly folding a poly-bag and you get a nagging thought in your brain and feel like lashing out the big Q why the heck you spending so much time folding it…you know!


Happy Women’s Day

You call me an enigma
You think nothing can describe me
You say we can’t understand you
You always think I am a dilemma


I think you are a supreme fool
I think you have never tried to understand me
I think you probably try sometime
I think you always feel you are here to rule


The togetherness dissolve sometimes
You say I am the only one who compromise
If I stand up to walk away
Your brain starts churning the words to play


I tell you are weak without me
I ask you to kneel down before me
I command you to feel the pain I go through
Only once you use your heart to see


I am nothing without you
You agitate me as much as I do
I will always ask
Why dawn always melt into dusk

I am a woman because you make me one
In this battlefield called life, without you I couldn’t have won
You say you like me with all my complexities
But I say I look up to you because of all your audacities… 

Mr. & Mrs. Sharma


There’s so much people do to increase visibility of a product…no no I am not getting into marketing and branding gyan, just sharing something I found to be utterly amusing.Me and my husband decided to indulge into some good cinema, though we have atleast zillion of DVDs and VCDs lying at home but still thought of ‘scavenging’ through the dvd rentals around our residential colony.Landed at some “Hi-Tec DVD rentals’ and lo! found a movie titled Mr. & Mrs. Sharma, the hindi version of Mr. & Mrs. Smith. 

I want to salute the brain which translates these English titles, this is creativity of some supreme level, probably Ben Hur will be ‘chal mere ghode tak-bak-tak’ or something like that.

The translated names do sound ridiculous but the grey matter behind those names really deserve an applause, its not easy to sell a Die Hard to a hindi speaking nation, it has to be something much closer to the heart like Khatron ke Khiladi.Now on my list is Amriki Gunda [American gangster] and Mere bete ka inteqaam [There will be blood]

Happy watching [to me]!

My first post on

Necessary Evil: The BRT corridor 

Hello to the world, meet the new ‘wannabe’ mutineer -)

So what is this BRT, simply means Bus Rapid Transit, a set of roads elevated to form a pathway for HCBS, High Capacity Bus Systems.

Since its inception in 2005 and the laying of foundation stone in October 2006, it has claimed 4 lives from October 2007 to Februry 2008.  Not an encouraging fact to build a landmark on.

The decision behind the BRT project is the upcoming commonwealth games which saddi dilli is hosting in 2010.

The corridor is built on the entire stretch from Ambedkar Nagar to Delhi Gate.

Since the construction started it has managed to kill 4 motorcyclists. Only due to its poor planning.  The geneva based Internationa Road Federation [IRF] has expressed concern at the safety and feasibility of this corridor and called for its immediate stalling.  I quote “The HCBS project in Delhi is the first project in the world which has been started without a detailed project report–something that is virtually unheard for a big project,’’said IRF Vice-Chairman K K Kapila, in a statement issued here, on the occasion of The World Day of Remembrance for Road Traffic Victims. I unquote.

But then again it takes two to tango, why heck these motorcyclist drive when they know that they had a couple of drink or two.  When will they realize that their nervous system is as normal like anyone elses and it takes no more than 20 mins for the alcohol to ‘kick’. We all want to be kings and the queens of our respective world but not in the cost of our lives!

If Delhi BRT corridor is the latest killer on the roads then who stops us from being careful.

The entire road stretch, where the project is being implemented in South Delhi, has only four lanes (two on both sides), one lane on both sides is fully being dedicated to the HCBS while the lakhs of motorists and two wheeler users commuting daily on this stretch have been given a raw deal as only one lane on both sides is dedicated to them, which I agree is a bottleneck for the thousands of commuters who stay in that area.  One plea to the promoters/builders of this corridor, think on the lines of DMRC [Delhi Metro Rail Corp] they have tried to sustain the peace for daily commuters.

I think the basic fact is; delhites in general give into road rash than following traffic rules.  What if you will get home half an hour or to a maximum of one hour late but think of the fact that you will be alive.  If delhi is going through a metamorphosis think on these lines that its for your own good, commuting will be easier on the roads and probably one day you stop driving altogether and make use of these convenient systems.  As the oft used english proverb goes “better late than never” only a couple of years patience is all delhi is asking.

Safety first than to be sorry later, still reiterating, BRT corridor walo DMRC bhaiyon se baat karo and learn.  If dilliwalas are looking forward to crazy traffic jams and agreeing to bear with it for a couple of years more then you are responsible to make it easy for them and not bask in some comfort zone thinking dilliwalas behaved themselves.

Ab jago!

That empty feeling

there was once as princess…

and she still is, trust me yes she is.

She walks on cloud, her very own cloud and believes that this world is her playground. 

Then she woke up one morning, exactly at 3.12am and realized she was not able to breathe, she tried but the lungs just wont fill up with oxygen, she tried to cry for help but no words escaped her lips.  just the noise of her world crumbling all around her, yes her world was falling apart.

She held her mother in her arms for the last time and her mother smiled and closed her eyes forever.

the dream is gone
but the night went on
I dont want to open my eyes
For all I do is only cry

I miss you ma, a little too much than yesterday and little too less that tomorrow. 


A glance, of trust

A feeling thats must

A word, spoken million times

Its meaning, mistaken billion times

Blood rushing up ones face

Numbness in ones gaze

Touch turning the tide

Life becomes carousel ride

I put a question mark

Let the answer be my spark


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