Dream Frames

I was pretty cool on that hot day gulping my pepsi at fame cinemas, b’lore. I was gazing at a beautiful young chick who looked like a authentic south indian in her early twenties. She was talking to her friend I suppose who seemed pretty ordinary comparing this beauty’s stature. Man!! She was damn cute with a fair face, I would certainly relate to my-kinda-gal. I couldn’t take my eyes off her . I was continuously admiring that fascinating beauty who had her loose hairs flowing freely in the air. She had a smile which I would love to see for years together. I was completely fed up with the stereotype b’lore women who wore jeans and tshirt of their younger siblings . unlike those dumb ultra modern embodiments of west who were unfortunately put into India’s culture she was wearing a maroon salwar with a black thupatta.

This was the prime factor that attracted me to her of the lot like proton towards the atom’s nucleus. I guess there are multiple modes in which Indian women wear their thupaattas. I like to see girls wearing it in a slightly different manner which I suppose only pretty few women prefer. The mode in which one end of the thupatta hanging in front and the other at the back around their neck, is what I am talking about. That 5feet tall beauty looked fabulous in her dazzling maroon salwar with her black thupatta exactly in the mode where I would like it to be.
I plugged on my ipod’s ear phones to my ears and played the song which I felt would certainly deserve a place on that graceful occasion. Its like giving at least a bit of delight to my ears while my eyes were celebrating its best festival of all time. My ears’ delight started with a mild drizzling sound amidst a man striking slowly the white and black cords to string up such a mild and smooth groove.

“Can u feel her… is your heart speaking to her…
(tabala sound intervenes to break a bit of prevailing mildness in the song and to produce the track’s bass rigidity)
can u feel the love…
Yes…”

a voice started raising its rhetorical questions in my ears which I ‘d love to ask myself at this frozen juncture, in that geeky westernized crowded corner of india where these dumb jean-tshirt loving men and women like only to booze flirt and lavish in pubs & cinema malls. Still I don’t know why I found the place to be in such a scarcity for intimate love. Just like the name garden city is giving way to the name, pub capital , I felt b’lore is gradually losing its core Indian flavors. With the change in people’s attitude towards life, the way by which they carry themselves seemed to me that they might miss lotta life’s close to heart phenomena.
Song continued while I had these dirty thoughts about the people out there. it went like

“engaeyo paartha mayakam… eppotho valntha nerukkum…
Devathai intha salai oram… varuvathu enna mayam mayam…
Kan thiranthival parkum pothu kadavulai indru nambum manathu…”



This song was really mind blowing as everyone would love to relate themselves to this at such a beautiful girl’s sight and tells u the guys’ amazing feel poetically. I witnessed a marvelous fusion of my ears’ delight and eyes’ celebration together with a sensational unexplainable feel that everyone would love to have. The kind of excitement that might rise in you after such a spectacle is unarguably unexplainable. I bet every young guy under sky knows about it and would have felt such a emotional drama at least once in their lifetime. Even more, its always better if some things are left unsaid!

“what the fuck man! Its getting late, comon..” shouted my friend at my face as he pulled me away assisting me to come out of my mind’s wonderful dream frame!

[ This is not based on a true incident. Juz thought of taking a dig at pub city's prevailing culture mixed with appreciation of a beautiful melody ]

De Dissolving Lady

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I never hoped for such a dry, dark saturday night, that day. It was pretty dark, devoid of breeze. After a pretty long time i was having my lady in my hands, playing with her using my fingers. Every now and then i was able to see the beauty of my lady in different forms and shapes. but those lasted just for a couple of minutes.

I kissed my lady every now and then, in pursuit of getting the sight of beautiful forms and shapes that she illute into, dissolving in the air. She seemed pretty odd that day, wherein she was getting shorter and shorter for every lovely kiss that i gave her.

On that absolute dark night, I was walking all alone on a pretty narrow street which seemed to be pretty calm with none other than me walking and a dog at the edge of the street, looking at me indifferently. As I moved my head upwards, I could see three street lights, with one pretty bright glowing with the white of heaven. Another one was pale and yellow pretty weird for street light. and the third was almost out of life. I could see the darken stripe over its length envisaging the fact that it will die out soon.

While my head was still upwards, enjoying my lady's dissolving beauty now and then, I just turned it towards my right, where I could see the so called God of men, who hate marriage, was standing tall, dark, handsome but lifeless, showing his torn heart to the world. I even wondered this stoned strong God of bachelors too might have some sorry tale behind this ripped off heart!

I continued my walk and the activity I was involved as earlier. I reached the end of that street where the dog was still sitting gazing at me indifferently. I guess it was frightened by my lady and my looks. To go with the fact the vice-versa also applies.

Then I took a turn to my right to a new street. As I brought my lady towards my lips, I could feel the heat that was rising up unlike before. I was bemused to see my lady's beauty almost ran out in couple of seconds with none other a sponge named ‘kings gold flake’, for my eternal queen resting between my fingers.

Gosh!, I said to myself and threw that piece of sponge, which was covered with a yellow colored paper into the nearby bush. Then I could just see some iota of my exquisite lady’s everlasting beauty, peeping out of that red-fire sponge-tip amidst those dark greeny bushes.

I was continuing my walk. All through my walk I could hear the man of music, singing something in the most painful mood, in a non-understandable language for me, which I have already listened to lot of times before though . also I could listen to the sound of a sad shenoy player, tuning his strings as per the order of man of music. Infact I could understand nothing from that music, except for the fact that music will chill anyone despite any fucken scenario , even when you are in the sinking titanic, and that too from the man of music.

As I was at the end of that new street, I climbed up a pretty small slope to another pretty broad highway. Again I took a turn to my right, as I cant keep myself from closing my eyes, because of that strong light beam from the moving heavy truck. I continued my walk on that highway road’s sandy edge. I was moving all alone missing my lady’s dissolving gorgeous forms and shapes.

I was frustrated by the noise and sounds made by the moving fucken trucks and cars, despite the fact that even a noise which was regularized is making good music these days. This irritating noise made me unable to listen that divine stuff I was listening.

I was walking a bit faster as to get rid of that sounds, which could have been recorded, regularized and programmed to rerecord a Hollywood thriller. And just when this thought of mine diminished in my mind I took another turn to my right walking down on a relatively greater slope than it was in the last turn.

This time it was again a narrow street, whose end carried the block of Kenton , which stood tall and proud. And that was the first time, where I admired the beauty of Kenton-Leisure. It was just in the time, where my hope seemed to be stinking, I remembered those golden words from Tim Robbins in the movie Shawshank Redemption, which goes like this..

“ Hope, is a good thing.

Perhaps the best of things

and no good thing ever dies. ”

Just when I was about to reach that elegant gate of my Kenton hostel my I-pod shuffle played itself the song from the man of music again, but in the most delightful mood. And the song’s words which brought me a small smile goes like this…

“valkaiyil vellavay Take it easy policy….

VANAVIL VALKAIYIL VALIBAM ORU FANTASY…!!”

- A - Day - For - Ever -

what a day!! ---

First let me go back to explore...., is this the day,....

really that dramatic in my 22years of life??

Does it worth a page of ultimate excitement in my book of life??

Had this day instilled me the indubitable Hope

That eddy grant cried-for, at Johannah ??

Or am I given an absolute cost less trip

With my dazzling dreamy to Havanah??

Had it got all the elements of my life-moto’s chemistry

to hit my ultimate eureka in the sci-tech world ??

or had this day got me an unbreakable record

which kindles pretty long years for me to hold??

Will this day get me off to the flyer skies ,

where I ll feel like going beyond the merry of a 8 year slum-kidos swinging in Orlando Disney world’s best of thrills??

Or wud It be the day where I am flying on roads,

tearing off the winds at 120’s,

In my brand new Harley-Davidsons’??

Rather is this the date to date the Sexy Cuthbert

at Hotel California on a candle-light supper

with none other than me ,her & Kenny Rogers strings!!??

Has this day got me the hay

Of singing for “the music”… ??-- I meant AR Rahman….

Hmmm …. If not??,…Then what else….

Had this day showered me my musical-rains ,

To bring out my passionate tunes & lovely strings,

Jus like the instant where surya met sameera??

Is this the day where my breezy fair fairy

In stunning gorgeous outlook,

Just like a holy woman from the heaven

With bunch of roses in her whity hand

Looking straight into my eyes &……………….??

Even If this is not the reason....

then what else....

Its Thunderbolt!!!...

--- What a Day!!!