Your pompous photography
the orange flourishes
on juhu beach
and chowpatty sands
are only
your desperate attempts to
show you've progressed ,
done better than your dad
ever could think of .

It's an age of upstarts.

What i feel for you
is close to pity
but
far from empathy.
The Bom Bahiya
of the portuguese
has been kind to you
and why not?
(Bombay toh kisiko bhuka nahi sulata hai nah!)

Don't look for me
in the koli fisherwomen
i don't smell of crab
(i'm only a cancerian)
or pomfret.
Don't sell your story
to wannabe journalists
in the dim light
of their cheap flats.
They don't want your story
they just like
genes that transmit
good looks.

Slumdog tales don't sell
it's the brilliance of
british film making
that fetch nominations
the problems
in Colaba and Mazegaon
remain as they were.

she'll laugh at your story
you fool
in her cabin
so go
do what you
do best
play!

p.s. this is to inform deya & beadysea that this is utterly random. so no worries. and bombay could have been pune or Goa, just that i'm reading Rushdie & loving it.

Amidst ever changing violet
did you think
you discovered love too?
within the boundaries
of musty
tranquil sarani
you can never realize love
the way he'd want you to.
so off he went
he'd never have known
that there was a tranquil sarani
once
and forever-
it was a mobile phone you used
won't help looking up codes in fat books anymore
(is tranquil sarani even registered?)
it will disturb you a little though
make you throw a few things
make your head hurt
(but that it always did)
make you irritable-
the ways of professional glamour,
you'll miss knowing a star
but soon
you will be okay.

Sunset at
Tranquil Sarani
is bleaker
than you thought
and nude
as it were.
Hardly Richmond street
but blind .

The energy is concentrated
in the navel
when you dance
but the dusk eats away
into you
..

a tear drop each
for the baby
that dies
every night .

A new kid arrives. A real star kid.Good,looking,chic & suave.Comes directly into our drawing rooms after a much pompous opening.

Star Jolsha,it is.

method package :k factory ish glamour. suspense. routine laughter shows. and a chat show,signature ritu da. not bad.

but i have major issues with the catchline. what's with bangali'r bodlano?kano bodlabe bangali?

p.s. ( from diya's blog : Crazy Frog on viswakarma pujo?? CRAZY!! bodlachhi naki? ei shereche!!)

I slept through the day practically. was rude to baba. was very irritable.

and when i woke up to star anando's announcement about the serial blasts and the newsreader saying ''auto r modhhe ekta poribaar chinnobhinno hoye gayche'' all i thought was ..i need to talk to beadysea. yes selfish interests!

I pray for the safety of all and my sister who is away from home.

no point praying about God putting sense into the heads of people who engineer all this. but let's all pray that they don't succeed anymore and we have the capital shift to normalcy again.

The World In A Bus ..

Working women. Office time. Kolkata traffic. signal.jam.oborodh. and a BUS.
The ladies' special.
These women have clearly found a whole new life within a vehicle. And they are more than proud to tell oblivious men ''dada namun namun ladies bus eta'' and some take morbid delight in clapping vigorously when a man who unknowingly boards this bus is asked to get down by the conductor. yes. what joy it gives them is not for me to know.i'm more then happy to see the bus turn into college street and even more glad to get down and rush to MA's class for which i'm invariably always late.no they don't amuse me,these women.they irritate me.probably they are happy that atleast they have something all to themselves.They have become best of friends in due course.They reserve seats for each other.Shout shamelessly.go into fits of laughter and almost fall off their seats.crack " hardly funny, farah khan's brother ish" jokes.They talk about their 'talented' sons and their busy schedules,their husbands and bodmaash shashuris.Their Bosses and colleagues. And every other thing under the sun. They carry with them whatever they've shopped for the pujos to show their 'friends'. yes. they give a whole new dimension to bitching,gossiping and suchlike. and some of them have such awesome ,imposing bodies that i never get a place to sit before the bus has well crossed esplanade where the well fed ones get down.they make me wonder :thank heavens!for thin people.Imagine if you put all healthy people( for a bengali fat is healthy) in a poor bus? just bhaba jainah!!
wow! aunties,you all have given me a topic to blog about ( thank you!) and i've given you footage.