Tofu Rice Bowl

It’s my first evening out in Mumbai after moving back and I’m sitting at this nice little Asian restaurant in Hiranandani, having just finished a tofu rice bowl with a friend. She’s gone away temporarily to attend a work meeting, and I am supposed to wait here for her so thought I’d write something. A diary, a journal, something of that sort, jotting down my adventures in this so very familiar city as I explore it once again, from scratch, with a completely fresh mind.

But I’ve lived here before, what new will I discover this time?

A major difference between my time spent in Mumbai earlier and now is that back then I was either in school, or (for a brief 6 month duration) working (and partly, struggling for) a career in IT. Right now, on the other hand I’m working part time in IT, and have planned to make a career in Music during the other part of my free time. It’s not just a (partial) change in profession, it’s also a huge change in my lifestyle. I am finally doing what I want to do along with what I need to do, not just the latter. And that change has made me so much more positive, enthusiastic and open minded in life. Of course, it also helps that working in music (at least during the initial months when I’m just going to be creating new music and finding inspiration for the same) isn’t as draining as a job which involves working on complicated binary text monsters all day long. That is, until, I get depressed. Why, you ask? Musicians are depressed creatures. Period. But I feel I have already been through my first phase of utter sadness and dispair back when I was working full time in IT, haha!

So how has the first day been?

Initially, it was ok. I was getting slightly bored, had to do some chores during the day. But now that I’m out of my house sitting in some restaurant just chilling and writing all of this, I love it. I think the main thing is that I have to get out of my house more often, have to stop being lazy. I want to explore this city, meet new people, admire the smaller things in life: the good food, the pretty cafes, the beautiful trees, lakes, the ocean, the people, and anything and everything this city has to offer; not just my (however cosy) room back home. So as long as I get off my arse and go out, I think I’ll love it. And you never know, I might end up writing some sweet stuff in the process!

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Water and Stone

Swish, whoosh, brum, hum
Go the waves of the ocean
Rambling and rombling all over the stone,
And it seems they’re having some fun!

They slap the rocks on the face,
Toss some fish onto the shore
And even though the rocks and fish look rather irked,
The sea always wants to play more!

At times the rocks get angry much,
Throw the waves far into the air
With a mighty rumble they say,
“Do not cross your line, beware!”

And the ocean reacts in a humble way,
Softening and slowing its stride
Because friends these two have been for many a year!
And neither would hurt the other’s pride!

Such is the tale of water and stone
Who live beyond the lives of you and I
Their daily jests put up a show so grand
For even the fish they toss in the sky!

The Moon

The soft light of the moon calms my mind tonight,

Relaxing my desires and insecurities

Even in this daunting world.

Even with all the lifeless mountains around me,

Even with all the colourless lights shining from down below.

Even with every inch of this desolate world trying to pull me down,

The moon still shines as silver as it was back when the mountains were alive!

And even the dead around me glow with the same amount of glee

That a happy heart would.

And even my blackened and bruised self glows in this silver light,

And I feel reassured that no matter what happens

I’ll still be able to glow at times.

No matter how dark the night seems,

The moon will still shine light on me

Along with every other tired soul out there.

And bring out a faint smile on all our faces,

Making sure we never forget the joy that comes along.

The Hill

O soft, sweet silence!
I hear your faint becalming tune today.
As the wind which the mountains blow
Glides quietly along my hair,
I hear you more clearly than ever,
Without any soul around disturbing your song.
Your beautiful, enchanting hum
Humbles me like nothing ever has
And fills me with awe,
Along with a tender yet irresistible desire
To stay,
On the hill I sit on right now, forever.
And my heart, oh my!
My heart gives a steady, gentle beat,
Which, in harmony with your voice
Makes me wonder,
If it belongs to me or to you,
If it was yours to be, all along,
To be the rhythm to your song.

One Last Hug

One last hug, he insisted
They had but a day to meet before he’d be off.
The city was big, and she was far.
‘Hope she can come’, he thought.
She did, long after the sun slept,
Weary and lifeless she was, but she came.
They spoke about the beauty of their homeland.
As their arms wrapped around each other,
A burst of glee filled their hearts.
Soon to be infected by a drop of sorrow.
And finally, he let go.
Somber,
But content with their little rendezvous for now.
Eager to resume his paused life in another realm,
Waiting for the time when he’d see her again.

The Waitress

The night was loud
And frost filled the air
I saw a small restaurant
Authentic Chinese food, did it say.

As I walked in, I saw
A cute young lady sit by the door
I tried to get a quick glimpse of her
But she was in her phone, and her face towards the floor.

I wondered who she was
Beauty like none before I had seen
And I asked around if the place was open,
She looked up and said, “Yes it is, Come in!”

My heart raced forward, leaving me behind
Since stunned I was, frozen like ice
As her eyes met mine, and mine hers
All I thought about was her soft, sweet voice

I went on, on a wooden chair I sat
A few feet from her, my back looking away
Though my head was down, the menu in my hands
My mind was with her, my eyes ever astray

After a long while, when our supper was decided,
I raised my hand and waved at her
She looked, her face glowing like the moon
With an accent unheard she asked, “Do you want to order?”

I nodded, and she rose and came to us
A smile over my face, I told her what I yearned
She repeated mine words, and nodded I once more,
And then a smile spread on hers, and then she turned

Off she capered while passing on our request
We asked how long to cook they would need
The same she asked to the chef inside
‘Ten to fifteen minutes’, she said indeed.

For those ten, I sat and observed the small room,
My head shuffling about, and my eyes going around
Although every now and then, I did not fail to look at her
And of the diner, I already started growing fond

She was lost in a world of her own,
Writing something in a pad which I could not see
I did see though, her face and her straight ‘n’ smooth ‘n’ dark hair
Shining under the white light like a waterfall, falling free

Finally arrived our meal, hot and fresh
The sweet smell of meat and chilly filled the air
And when she left us with our plates and food
My mind, after a time as long as life, went off her gorgeous hair

The food was hot, felt like heaven to our mouths
And satisfied our hungry tummies in need
Perfection in taste and smell alike,
Almost as much as her, my heart it seized.

Our plates got empty faster than a flash
And eaten I had, a lot
But my taste had not been quenched still, I needed more
And part with her so soon, I could not!

So I waved at her again, and ordered some more
And licked off every crumb, or at least I tried
She smiled and passed it on, my demand
‘Three minutes’, in a cheery voice she cried.

The wait was less, and I wasn’t sure
Whether I was happy or rather saddened
That my food had arrived so soon
Because I’d be there longer, if it hadn’t.

But as the dish went down my throat,
it felt just as good as the one before
And as I finished, I saw what the clock had struck
We realized we couldn’t stay there anymore.

We got up, and without delay made for the door
I saw her smile, and heard her say
‘Thank you, Come again!’, but all I could do
Was return a smile, my voice taken away.

And back we were, into the chilly night
Much less noisy it had become
Or maybe it was just me, lost in her thoughts
As we sauntered through the dimly lit roads back home.

The Castle With Nine Lives

I will build
My castle of dreams
Brick by brick
Until I am void of my last breath
I’ll make it tall and strong,
Jack’s beanstalk will be but a petty vine
I’ll build it till the wind rumbles through its windows
And bellows in my ear, commanding me to go no more.
But I’ll build it till the wind is stronger than me
And throws my drunken body off its ledge
And then I will lay
Broken and bruised
Drugged by my memories of clouds and clear skies
For, from down there, all I’ll be able to see are the mossy stone walls
Of the castle which will have abandoned it’s king
Of the castle I once ruled
And I’ll lay there till the winds get stronger
Strong enough to wither its roots and erode its walls
I will lay till my once stronghold falls right upon my brow
And even then, I will lie still,
Till the wreckage I’ll have caused
Will crumble away and marry the earth underneath my back
And at last, when the long forgotten rays of the sun steal my meagre vision
I will get up, stretch my cramped muscles
And start building again.