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Wednesday, July 21st, 2010 | Author:

har nayi cheez ke baare mein
woh bachchon si dilchaspi
aur badon sa pyar dikhaake
kandhe par dena thappi

bade bade sapnon ko lekar
chchoti khushiyaan jeena
woh akhbaar ke safhe palat kar
maze se cigarette peena

uss hansi mein shauk hai
shauk hanste rehne ka
un baaton mein jo bhi ho
shukriya unhe kehne ka

kisi ke roomie, kisi se baangla,
har rishta inka anokha
Sab se Love, mujh se **x
par kisi ko na de dhokha

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Wednesday, March 03rd, 2010 | Author:

” I dont know why I love her like I do
All the changes you put me through
Take my money, my cigarettes
I havent seen the worst of it yet
I wanna know that youll tell me
I love to stay” *

Kickstart lungs is the name of the condition you develop when a single hunk of two stroke machinery wont start. Life comes telescoping down the funnel spigot of fate’s drain and you are more than overwhelmed by the end. Buried, snowed under the absence of further possibilities. If it happens to you in a delhi summer, you get wet with sweat and your breath imitates a pair of leaky cloth bellows. Malviya nagar girls, mostly fair – the ones with heels on their chappals are distinctly uncool while the ones in flat chappals are mod. Things you can’t notice then but remember later.

Beer cans in my bag, the girl at the end of the road waiting. Market boys offer to push while making suggestions that i slug a beer there itself to replenish loss of body fluids – dosent get too far. Call the Coyote who tells me to tilt and kick. This after an hours attempts have run me argound like a beached whale. Thinking things like, ‘ah, milady will take care of the shambles the bike has made me, I get on and ride the thing (Stranger, they call it!)finally; hoping the breeze will dry my shirt out.

“I dont know why you treat me so bad
Think of all the things we could have had
Love is an ocean that I cant forget
My sweet sixteen I would never regret” *

Get from station to station like, to find milady engrossed in a movie. For some (obvious to yez-riders!!!) reason i don’t bother to ask which one it was. Hang around and face the cold wave moving from her face glued to the monitor towards me. I take it into the kitchen and get the beers and act like the leftover vegetables from yesterday’s weekly market.

“I dont know why I love you like I do
All the troubles you put me through
Sixteen candles there on my wall
And here am I the biggest fool of them all” *

After setting the poor girl up, can any man affect a cool and suave attitude when on the way the yezdi took an hour to start? I give up and offer this lil bit of advise:

Avoid dates when yr bike wouldn’t start along the way.
Maybe it’s the hand of fate, maybe it’s your clutch plates, in any case its a loosing fight that all of us who know what it feels like smile at the memories of the pain and understand that to own a y-bike is to take on a personal cross that you bear much to the cynosure of all around but the vital connection with the bike. I swear, its a rare yezdi owner who will leave the bike behind and continue.

“I wanna know that youll tell me
I love to stay
Take me to the river and drop me in the water
Dip me in the river, drop me in the water
Washing me down, washing me down.” *

After the long fight trying to start the bike, you get like Hemmingway’s Old Man and the Sea and you no longer want to leave behind what nearly killed you because even this has become part of you and your lifestory and regardless of the ugly bits of the experience, what ever it is- it is yours. It’s like a connection or a bond with something – anything, which takes you to the limits of yourself or depths and stays with you through it all. Can’t explain it too much, it all sounds ‘fishy.’ In case of Yezdis, I just call it the Union Mechanica. A mystical union between man and machine.

Peace and twin-pipe rule,
– arunesh
* Take me to the River (song lyrics) – Talking Heads (which i am fixiated by because adrian bellew plays this excrutiating solo in the studio version which reminds me of the sound made by a running seizure the yezdi happens)

This article first printed at http://yezdidiaries.blogspot.com/2008/06/kickstart-lungs-is-name-of-condition.html

Monday, August 17th, 2009 | Author:

Thousand of miles, sailing and sailing
The hedges and ditches, veiling un-veiling
The achievement of mine, when sweep the sky
I never knew will make me shudder and cry

I saw a corpse when startled at me
Lumping along-along with me
I was hiding my face from its sneer
It was asking about my entire souvenir

I was reluctant for what all happen
Is it possible? I was in sixes and seven
While Whirling along with this new fangled world
I never new by this global warming I will be swelled

Now each drop of water turned gulper
But they are only my thirst helper
Scrambling and staggering when I shattered
I found myself every where in water

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Monday, June 01st, 2009 | Author:

Okay, so this is an effort at writing a limerick (in case you cant recognize it as one after reading it). It has been inspired by Microsoft’s “bing.com” (how it is any better than Google is beyond me).

Bing is going over my head

And Google has been my butter ‘n bread

The only way to make me unhitch

And get me to make this taxing switch

Is if they’d call it “Bong” instead.

All I’d like to say in my defense is that I have very little time… given a little more, I would be a poet genius (no no not gene-ass).

Saturday, February 07th, 2009 | Author:

Loneliness

To whatever there is a beginning
Must there also be an end?
If one does precede
Is the other pre-ordained?

Ceaseless the onslaught
Of the balled fists of Time
How long can I hold on
If you are no longer mine?

Memories keep knocking
Then hammering hard
Then I hear the swishing
Of a thought go past

I avert my eyes
I don’t want to see
You leaving me alone
Why won’t Time let me be?

Walking on the Beach

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Thursday, February 05th, 2009 | Author:

The other day I woke from a slumber.
The world looked a little different….seemed better.
The illusion of reality we lived with had become redundant.
Dividing people to experience power was not necessary any more.
The need to kill today to live tomorrow had gone away.
Politics and religion had returned to being tools of love and peace.
Destroying what has been created was found to be wrong.
The joy of creation had been discovered.
The opportunity to create more than one consumed was available.
The ‘have nots’ finally had enough.
The ‘haves’ realized they had enough, finally.
The ‘us’ had started merging with the ‘them’.
It was easy to see who each one of us really was.
Everyone was lovable and everyone was loved.
The ‘every’ in everyone had begun to become redundant.

Then again the state above was driven by a simple three dimension perspective. We need to be able to distinguish the ‘person’ from the following three dimensions:
1) The stage of evolution that one is in. The lessons learned so far, and the learning that might still be on its way.
2) The environment that one is currently living in. Which covers all things external which often impact the decisions made.
3) The actions that one takes today.
On removing the three dimension above one starts seeing the true being within our self and others. It is a state in which we begin to truly appreciate how wonderful all of us are. That is the beginning of an awakening where the world described above starts moving from theory to practice. Complexity moves to simplicity. Illusions dissolve to show the reality.
Things get even more interesting when you start seeing the fourth dimension – time. With a perspective into time the three dimensions mentioned above can be moved around in your mind such that you can clearly start seeing the future and the past. Then you move from living in a beautiful world to living in many of them at the same time!

Tuesday, December 30th, 2008 | Author:

“My philosophy is mine,
It may not be “right”;
To me it is a sign,
Not visible to sight.

It is a feeling in my heart,
About how life should be;
People need to be apart,
To love, according to me.

People need their space,
And to learn to slow down;
For life isn’t a race,
Around this huge town.

Live life to the most,
And have no fear;
Don’t be afraid to boast,
Or show that tear.

Life will not be the same,
The next time around;
Don’t feel any shame,
You have been found.

This is my life philosophy,
So hitch your wagon upon that star;
I am happy to be me,
Because what you feel is what you are.”

(c) 1999 Camry Alexis

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