DU's heart in right place, finally

(July 7, 2009; Hindustan Times, Delhi: Click on the picture to read the article.)

Random Rigmarole 2

Here comes another rambling post... I think this blog should be renamed ‘Creation's Ramblings’. “Kreation” definitely doesn’t even give a vague idea about what to expect. In any case, the need of the hour calls for some rambling considering the phase I'm currently going through can be safely termed- Human Hater.

Yep!
Hate em!
I hate all frigging humans!

 Why?
'Coz they bug me.
The mutton-headed ignoramus imbeciles!!

Now, you, as my distinguished readers will take immense pleasure in pointing out that I'm a human too. That, my dear, is the root of all problems! Being born a human has automatically entitled me to be a recipient for a plethora of emotions which (and even the Gods would nod their assent to this) I definitely cannot handle.


For one, my vacations are on. The god-damned vacations. I'm stuck at home with a family that was last stocked in the super-market under the 'bothersome' section with an eye-catching "Special Offer" sign and minuscule, nearly-hidden caution tag that read "Warning: Irksome Effects. Slightest use might result in permanent loss of sanity."

So, where my father, brother and cousin (who has been especially invited to make sure these vacations go as terrible as possible) take turns with the T.V. to watch Balika Vadhu (the greatest torture man ever invented. Trust me, show an episode to Kasab and he'll tell you all you need to know about the terrorist activites... This show beats third-rate torture by a considerable margin when it comes to atrocities!), play video games and watch the extremely irritating Bakabon's Papa trying to keep pace with a turtle, and watch just about every Govinda movie that is aired (it doesn't really matter that he knows the dialogues of most of these movies by heart), respectively; then form a league of their own to make sure I don't watch the 9 p.m. movie and sulk in my non-a.c., non-cooler room with the fan running at bloody half-speed 'cause my father thinks it's a wastage of electricity if you are not drenched in enough sweat. After all, this makes sure you don't need to use the washing machine to wash your clothes as the dirt's already washed off by your sweat. As for the sweat- well, you can just dry the clothes in the burning sun which shines as if there will be no tomorrow and voila! - You saved a lot of electricity by not using the washing machine, cooler and fan.


Moreover, MTNL officials found a novel idea to fulfil their religious aspirations- a strike! So, while the denizens of Delhi were running from pillar to post to find alternate broadband and telephone connections that worked, the MTNL people were following in the footsteps of the sages of yore and had all migrated to the Himalayas. Sadly, I also happen to be an MTNL consumer and my internet had been down all through last week and I couldn’t drool over Matthew Goode and Channing Tatum work or blog.

To add to this, there is a 7-hour power cut every third day here. (That is how I learnt that the elections were over.)


Okay, I’m ending this post because I’m too bored to continue it. If you read it till now... man! I salute your patience.


Now playing: Phoebe’s “No power”

New York City has no power,

and the milk is getting sour.

But to me it is not scary,

'cause I stay away from dairy.

LA la, la LA la, LA la...

 

P.S.: If you're wondering when did Random Rigmarole 1 came out... it was some 10 months ago.

The Hut-ke Adventure

 “Many who build castles in the air cannot build a hut on earth”. I did both! Woohoo!!!

Err.. that didn't have the 'dramatic' effect, did it?

Alright then... let us cut the crap and get to the point.

This particular Kreation has a long story behind it. Don't worry, I won't go into the details, but a little background knowledge won't hu(r)t. It so happened that my dear kid brother had to submit a project- a hut. Although his teacher informed them a week ago it was only yesterday that he remembered it (well, of course! It had to be submitted today, you see, and he happens to be the stereotypical procrastinating student and hence the delay).  Although he wanted to make it himself, I knew better to not let him do so else I would have been writing this post sitting not in my room but a junkyard (a seven year old kid can be pretty messy :P)... and that is how this hut came into being.

After I was done making it, I showed the pictures to a friend who suggested that I should "totally put it up on the blog". So, here it is, the hut complete with a pond, a gravel path and an approaching-storm sky!!

My apologies for the poor quality of the pictures. They've been taken from my crappy 1.3 MP cell phone camera.

(Click on the pictures for an enlarged version)

( In this hut where the childhood lives are the
tales of the moist future eyes
Your warm whispers in water drops count the
symbols for the blue times,

Alright, alright... Too melodramatic, I know. :P )

 

(The approching storm... run.. take cover... things are going to get dark now!) 

  

(Yes... scary clouds, aren't they?) 

 

(Oh! Even the sun is frightened, but it's putting a fight! Grr!!) 

 

(The view from the 'pond') 

 

(and another one... just for the heck of it)
 

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 Author's note: Some interesting facts (read only if you're actually interested)

 1) It took me four hours to make it (that is not counting the two half-hour-long phone calls and numerous interruptions on GTalk or Yahoo Messenger and the time I took off to play those stupid quizzes on facebook... and... Oh! Add to it another 20 minutes when I just sat gazing the pair of scissors in my hands wondering what would be the Hindi alternative for 'deserve' (*sigh*.... another long story.... let us not even go there))

2) The tools used even includes a hammer! (How do you suppose I broke that stone, eh?). And that reminds me... I am sure I heard the aunty, who lives on the ground floor (we live on the first), shouting profanities around mignight when I was hammering away to glory! :-P

 3) I used an empty Mother Dairy 'dahi ka dabba' (a curd can, for the non-Hindi speaking friends) as the cylindrical base!

 4) Some other titles I considered for this post were- Hut-tttt ja re, na pangla le; Ye Tera ghar, Ye Mera Ghar, Hut Sweet Hut, Ye Hut (Haath) Mujhe De De Thakur. (Lol! Cut me some slack people, I was bored.)

5)  I miss the stone that I had to break. It was from my 'Rajasthan-stones' collection. The rest of the collection is intact though, so are my 'Mussoorie-stones', 'Goa-stones', 'Kashmir-stones', 'Ahmedabad-stones', 'Agra-stones'. I collect stones, yup! So, beware... or else you know what's coming your way :-P)

5) I've bored you enough, haven't I? Well... guess I'll just stop. Don't forget to leave a comment. You can even berate my horrible painting skills... I won't even mind that... as long as you leave a comment. :-)

BELIEF

Yes, I see,
But I don't believe,
I know it can't be true.

She isn't dead,
She will return,
For she promised that she would.


(P.S.- These lines are dedicated to the most special woman in my life. She left me 5 years back but i know she is still there, watching over me, and I can still hear her... calling out my name, telling me what to do and what not to, guiding me... forever.. she will be with me! Bless me 'dearest', because you blessings are all I need, that would be my salvation.)

(P.S.2- Comments have been disabled because for the first time in my life I don't want to know what you think of this particular 'kreation'.)

Thanks for visiting anyways. :)

DAD

Take me away
To the world of my dreams,
Please lead the way
You know what I mean,
Take me to heaven
Let me rest there,
Or just take me to hell
And let me pay.


For dreaming to be someone
That I could never be,
For doing things that you ne’er expected.
I know how hard
For you, it must have been.
Holding my hand like that
You always lead.


My guiding light,
My pillar of strength,
A shoulder to cry on,
A life-long friend,
And you make me glad,
Oh! I love you dad!

Promise me
That you’ll be near.
Don’t ever go
I hold you dear.
Take me with you
And set me free.
Or leave me back here
And let me be.


Open your eyes for once
And see the world around.
Please this time
Do what I say.
Just look at the colours
And radiance abound.
Please God, do grant this wish
Of mine, I pray.


Your benign love,
That warm embrace,
A pleasant smile,
On that charming face,
All that makes me glad,
Oh! I love you dad!