Monday, September 08, 2008
Thursday, September 04, 2008
The Innumerable Pizza Huts
I read a board outside the pizza hut. "Entry Rights reserved"
I didnt like it. Not that i was not allowed or something. I cursed the multinationals and their forced ideas of being IN, HIP and civilised. Rather of being fit to live. Its OK .. i shrugged. Perhaps i really dont fit here i told myself.
I had a flat tyre. I pushed my cycle all along to a cycle shop. There was truck parked outside the shop. The shop wasnt very big. Just like the road side shops offering to fill up air and remove the puncture. I told the owner that my cycle needed air.
Two of his friends sat there. He filled up the air.
Do you do the oiling as well ? i asked as he was working on the tyre
yes he said.
Ok. Please do that.
He went inside to keep the pump. Then he looked at his friend. I dont know what passed between them. But he just went and sat.
Oiling? i reminded.
woh 'cycle' ki dukan mein milega, he said with a tinge of superiority
I didnt understand it for a second or two. Then i recalled the truck parked outside.
Ok, i smiled reluctantly. Heres the money, i offered
Its OK he said. Keep it with you.
I remembered the sign outside pizza hut
I didnt like it. Not that i was not allowed or something. I cursed the multinationals and their forced ideas of being IN, HIP and civilised. Rather of being fit to live. Its OK .. i shrugged. Perhaps i really dont fit here i told myself.
I had a flat tyre. I pushed my cycle all along to a cycle shop. There was truck parked outside the shop. The shop wasnt very big. Just like the road side shops offering to fill up air and remove the puncture. I told the owner that my cycle needed air.
Two of his friends sat there. He filled up the air.
Do you do the oiling as well ? i asked as he was working on the tyre
yes he said.
Ok. Please do that.
He went inside to keep the pump. Then he looked at his friend. I dont know what passed between them. But he just went and sat.
Oiling? i reminded.
woh 'cycle' ki dukan mein milega, he said with a tinge of superiority
I didnt understand it for a second or two. Then i recalled the truck parked outside.
Ok, i smiled reluctantly. Heres the money, i offered
Its OK he said. Keep it with you.
I remembered the sign outside pizza hut
Friday, August 08, 2008
Kamal ani Pani
Kamal panyat budat nahi … kiwwa pani tayla budwat nahi.
panyacha tyachawar khup prem aahe …. Ka panyacha nailaj aahe ?
ani nailaj nasta tar tyane budawla asta ?
kamalasathi kay changlay he kon tharawnar ? kamal ? pan tyane tar budun pahilach nahiye.
Kamal budat nahi hyat haar nakki kunachi aahe …. Panyachi ki Kamalachi … ?Kadachit 'haar' ha shabd chuktoy ... Premat haar nastech ... kiwwa nasawi .. mahit nahi
Panyane he sweekarawe ki kamal budnar nahi ... karan kahihi aso.
Mag kamalane kay karawe ? Tyacha pan panyawarti prem aahe na .... Tyala awadta ka panyala dukhawna ? .... Mag te ka Budat nahi ? Kamal budala tar te kamal rahil ? Nahi ...
Pan panyane tar kamalawar prem kelay .. kamal kamal rahilach nahi tar panyala te awdel ?
Mag panyala nakki kay haway ?
Me sangu ...
Dukkha :)
Karan Pani mhanala na te masochist aahe
Kyun Naye Naye se Dard ki Firaq mein talash mein udaas hain dil ..
PS : Khara sangaycha tar .. Panyala character chi garaj aahe .. Mhanje tyala kunalach budawta yenar nahi . kunala budwawa asa watnar pan nahi
panyacha tyachawar khup prem aahe …. Ka panyacha nailaj aahe ?
ani nailaj nasta tar tyane budawla asta ?
kamalasathi kay changlay he kon tharawnar ? kamal ? pan tyane tar budun pahilach nahiye.
Kamal budat nahi hyat haar nakki kunachi aahe …. Panyachi ki Kamalachi … ?Kadachit 'haar' ha shabd chuktoy ... Premat haar nastech ... kiwwa nasawi .. mahit nahi
Panyane he sweekarawe ki kamal budnar nahi ... karan kahihi aso.
Mag kamalane kay karawe ? Tyacha pan panyawarti prem aahe na .... Tyala awadta ka panyala dukhawna ? .... Mag te ka Budat nahi ? Kamal budala tar te kamal rahil ? Nahi ...
Pan panyane tar kamalawar prem kelay .. kamal kamal rahilach nahi tar panyala te awdel ?
Mag panyala nakki kay haway ?
Me sangu ...
Dukkha :)
Karan Pani mhanala na te masochist aahe
Kyun Naye Naye se Dard ki Firaq mein talash mein udaas hain dil ..
PS : Khara sangaycha tar .. Panyala character chi garaj aahe .. Mhanje tyala kunalach budawta yenar nahi . kunala budwawa asa watnar pan nahi
PPS : Panyala character milala tar panyacha kamlawar prem rahil ka ?
Independence madhe detachment naste ka ?
Mag detach jhalyawar te prem kasa urel ?
PPPS : Mag prem mhanje faqt 'soy' aahe ka ?
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
I have been unfortunate to witness two deaths in last 4 days. -Both quiet similar to each other. First of a friend's father and the other of my real uncle.
My friend's father's case was an open and shut case of accident. Everybody knew he could die and it seems everybody was 'ready' for it. The only thing that went out of the usual course was that somebody had the heart to rob him off his money , mobile and gold when he lied there unconscious - fighting fo his life. Brilliant piece of humanity I must say.
My uncle's case on the other hand comes much more as a shock - probably because it happened at such a pace that it was difficult to sink it. He had been a jolly healthy man until a few days back - pretty much like a 20 something just graduating - thinking he has forever to make all the dreams come true. He had just had a nice chat with a few relatives that evening - probably he was even planning about what he will do in the coming months - "there are so many things to do - could somebody please stop the time !" Well - this time, time did stop - forever.
Though I have been staying in a hospital for all my life ( no i am not a mental patient - my parents are doctors), I must confess I had never been to an ICU, and though I have seen my parents waking up or returning at unearthly hours and worrying about the patients life like they were relatives, I had never given death a thought. So the hospital trip was as eyeopening to me as the dying man must have been to gautam buddha. I nearly missed a heart beat when I saw him in the ICU.
He had a brain haemorrhage. He was immediately admitted - rather admitted, operated, observed, medicated, operated again ... till they had exhausted it all - treatment , money and hope. In The initial days we thought he could get up any moment then. But moments turned to hours to days to a complete month. People had been so anxiously looking for a sign of recovery that they even reveried that they saw him blink. Alas ! So we had an unconscious man - who did not feel talk or underatand. All the ekta kapoor serials suddenly started seeming true when we came across the big word "coma" and we were typically left with a single answer for all the questions - 'we dont know' . Will he regain consciousness ? will he talk ? will he walk ? will he remember ? will he survive .... ? We dont know. We tried consoling each other by telling stories about how such pateints have miraculously survived - some after a year - 2 or even more. One of my relatives even went to the extent of telling a story of how a person who went into coma before independence woke up after independence. ... Thats all we could do after all.
Then one evening - his heart started having a problem. The BP droped, it was artificially kept up. He stopped breathing, was kept on a ventilator. His brain was dead. But now there was a bigger question to answer. How long should this go on .. just how long ... ?The minute the ventilator was taken out - the game would be over. I dont know if other people have a right to decide whether a person should die ... irrespective of however bad life it is. I feel extremely fortunate not be present there to decide - the life and death of a person - more so of a relative ... of some body very close to you ... to decide for a death which ends all the pain for that person - but with that, all the hope of seeing him alive. But somebody has to decide .. and so they did. The ventilator was sent to rest ... until next death.
At this moment however, i dont feel sorrow or loss - I cant help a sad smile - at the human beings .. the hollow hypocracy of human achievement and progress ... and their superlative insignificance in the grand scheme of things.
My friend's father's case was an open and shut case of accident. Everybody knew he could die and it seems everybody was 'ready' for it. The only thing that went out of the usual course was that somebody had the heart to rob him off his money , mobile and gold when he lied there unconscious - fighting fo his life. Brilliant piece of humanity I must say.
My uncle's case on the other hand comes much more as a shock - probably because it happened at such a pace that it was difficult to sink it. He had been a jolly healthy man until a few days back - pretty much like a 20 something just graduating - thinking he has forever to make all the dreams come true. He had just had a nice chat with a few relatives that evening - probably he was even planning about what he will do in the coming months - "there are so many things to do - could somebody please stop the time !" Well - this time, time did stop - forever.
Though I have been staying in a hospital for all my life ( no i am not a mental patient - my parents are doctors), I must confess I had never been to an ICU, and though I have seen my parents waking up or returning at unearthly hours and worrying about the patients life like they were relatives, I had never given death a thought. So the hospital trip was as eyeopening to me as the dying man must have been to gautam buddha. I nearly missed a heart beat when I saw him in the ICU.
He had a brain haemorrhage. He was immediately admitted - rather admitted, operated, observed, medicated, operated again ... till they had exhausted it all - treatment , money and hope. In The initial days we thought he could get up any moment then. But moments turned to hours to days to a complete month. People had been so anxiously looking for a sign of recovery that they even reveried that they saw him blink. Alas ! So we had an unconscious man - who did not feel talk or underatand. All the ekta kapoor serials suddenly started seeming true when we came across the big word "coma" and we were typically left with a single answer for all the questions - 'we dont know' . Will he regain consciousness ? will he talk ? will he walk ? will he remember ? will he survive .... ? We dont know. We tried consoling each other by telling stories about how such pateints have miraculously survived - some after a year - 2 or even more. One of my relatives even went to the extent of telling a story of how a person who went into coma before independence woke up after independence. ... Thats all we could do after all.
Then one evening - his heart started having a problem. The BP droped, it was artificially kept up. He stopped breathing, was kept on a ventilator. His brain was dead. But now there was a bigger question to answer. How long should this go on .. just how long ... ?The minute the ventilator was taken out - the game would be over. I dont know if other people have a right to decide whether a person should die ... irrespective of however bad life it is. I feel extremely fortunate not be present there to decide - the life and death of a person - more so of a relative ... of some body very close to you ... to decide for a death which ends all the pain for that person - but with that, all the hope of seeing him alive. But somebody has to decide .. and so they did. The ventilator was sent to rest ... until next death.
At this moment however, i dont feel sorrow or loss - I cant help a sad smile - at the human beings .. the hollow hypocracy of human achievement and progress ... and their superlative insignificance in the grand scheme of things.
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