My shy....self shy,isnt shy after all..

its a world out there,a bit small..

muse to my ears..do not call the shy,

calls the boat brown,all i do is frown,

on the flag,so as to lag,...

the mole cuts away the wind...from the ears,

and the blue walls wait,for the shy to come in...

or go out..

My shy...self shy,isnt shy after all..

thats what the world prays for..

i wait..for shy to become the lore..

my shy becomes mine all the more.

Book"warm" 2007

Every publication worth its name publishes its own list of the books famous people have read in that year.The list includes statesmen,politicians,businessmen,directors,actors,journalists and the ever elusive writers...whos names arent mentioned unless they get a five or six figure advance someday.Anyway coming to the point, I did prepare a list of my personal favourites this year.I am not exactly a bookworm.But i would rather call myself a bookwarm.Books warm me.Away from the cold and hostile world outside.The masala book i read this year has to be'Oil' by Jonathan Cape.It was a wonderful accout of the oil barons of the world and their predictably oily ways.The book which eluded me was 'Great Expectations'.....a classic but i could not get myself to go through it.Somehow i felt i was tiring myself.People tell me its a wonderful book.Probably like all classics i will come to know their worth as i age.The most beautiful love story this year has to be 'An Equal Music' by Vikram Seth.Once you finish the book you feel lonely.Lovelorn.And it epitomises the biggest quality of a love story.It makes one realise there is a loveless world outside.Waiting to pounce on people who love each other.The best books i have read this year is a tie.And surprisingly(or maybe not)both of the contenders are ladies in their mid-30s.The "search for life" book is 'God of Small Things' by Arundhuti Roy.It hurt me.Enraged me.And loved me.And the subtle turbulent and the most touching book was 'Interpreter of Maladies' by Jhumpa Lahiri.Its not a tad on the latter book.'The Namesake'.........it touched me personally.The 'Five Point Someone' of the year would be 'Inscrutable Americans'......A fitting end to the years reading was provided by 'An Ordinary Persons Guide To The Empire'...by Arundhuti Roy.Though i had read 'road to harsud' and 'istant mix democracy' earlier arundhuti's roys are always 'rock-music'to my ears.Acid quotes,seemingly obnoxious comments,and a powerful anti-imperialist voice.The only regret this year.....if only i could have read more books.If only.......

Dont li(e)tter the dead

A strange variety of people is catching up on me.leacherous.letterous.of those who wish to see the dead in letters.buried in the comfort of their letters.of letters they speak.and squat in your face.and they write to each other.the dogs act as the runner.it probably sings.and we get caught in the intricacies of the ultrasonic and the infrasonic.and forget our sanity.when they dream through my letters i wish to dream.and wonder.their stones are worth the wait.at least they dont need to see the hearts of stone .they are stone themselves!!!and the ashes are strewn in the letters.to feed the letters.to provide the much needed scandal in our lives.and the epitaph reads:-
And here lay the dead man who wrote letters,to me
And sing the growls and kills the runner to me
And wonders aloud his sms,to me,

And says "the peaceful never write letters",to me

And "the peaceful never die!",to me

The brave bellow and the game goes on

the brave bellow and the game goes on...the brave flutter and flourush..saunter the weak...weak who???its probable that the weak be damned be so cornered that they dont realise the virtuous never even raise their voices...wondering whether their voices will be drowned in the voice of the brave......!!!!the "big brother"shouts ...we listen ....as if we are sometimes given a choice....we are to be half dead or probably half alive(is it possible!!!)voices over we turn to our heads hands which falls over heels ..heels of sand...of gargle...of garish...of the candyman variety....and denote the voices of the brave have expired.the brave laugh...lauds us to their own benifit..and if possible prepares us for the worst.or the best.our metamorphosis into the brave world has just started.and thevoices dont even realise!!!!