Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Travesty

Listening to Lake Charles
The sun will rise soon
The discovery
Yet again
That it is a travesty
Artless and guileless
Doesn't cut it
Its a long way to go and downhill
I'm speeding up
Passing other rats on the way

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Jai Ho!

My translation of the 'Jai Ho' song from Slumdog Millionaire. Translating Gulzar into English is more challenging than I thought!

Jai Ho

Jai Ho! Jai Ho!
Come, come beneath the canopy of my heart
Come beneath the filigreed blue sky of the night,
Jai Ho! Jai Ho!

Come, come beneath the canopy of my heart
Come beneath the filigreed blue sky of the night,
Jai Ho! Jai Ho!

Jai Ho! Jai Ho!
Jai Ho! Jai Ho!

I have given my life to you bit by bit,
I have spent the night dancing on a bed of smouldering coal,
I blew the sleep away from my eyes
I have burnt my fingers counting stars,

Come, come beneath the canopy of my heart
Come beneath the filigreed blue sky of the night,
Jai Ho!

Jai Ho!

Baila! Baila!
(Dance! Dance!)

Ahora conmigo, tu baila para hoy
(Now with me, you dance for today)

Por nuestro dia de movidas,
(For our day of moves,)

los problemas los que sean
(whatever problems may be)

Salud!
(Cheers!)

Baila! Baila!
(Dance! Dance!)


Jai Ho! Jai Ho!
Jai Ho! Jai Ho!

Come, partake of the honey of the night,
Keep it, my heart this, this is the last frontier,
The kohl of your eyes, isnt this a black magic spell,
The kohl of your eyes, isnt this a black magic spell,

Come, come beneath the canopy of my heart
Come beneath the filigreed blue sky,
Jai Ho! Jai Ho!

Jai Ho! Jai Ho!
Jai Ho! Jai Ho!

Say what you've been meaning to say
for long but havent uttered,
Say it while your eyes are still lowered,

For when raised, your eyes,
Are effulgent, like two solitaires

Come, come beneath the canopy of my heart
Come beneath the filigreed blue sky,
Jai Ho! Jai Ho!

Notes:
1.I got the translation of the spanish chorus from the internet
2.I had initially translated Jai Ho! literally as Victory! but a friend suggested that I retain the orginal since Victory! doesnt go well with the essence of the entire song. Jai Ho! is used here more as an expression of joy. Thanks PC!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Chrome V 1.0

A spoonful of love in a sea of bonhomie,
Psychedelic house tours,
Wafts of conversation,
A minefield of stories to be treaded with fake interest,
A pretty gazelle drinking from the long-haired pond of jazz,
Strains of talent mixed with human nature,
Noise, rocks and stones,
This is life’s chrome upgrade.

Wall E Future

Two refrigerators will break the ice
Two ovens will turn the heat on
Two walls will meet in the corner
Two tube lights will create a new dawn

Two telephones will get engaged
Two firms will merge into one
A golf club will swing both ways
Two matchsticks will ignite the passion

Two hadron colliders will have a big bang
Two dashboards will press the right buttons
Two UV sensors will feel each other up
While two people struggle to start a conversation.

Monday, September 08, 2008

The Best Things in Life

Have you ever wondered
How the best things in life
Are always those that you encounter
When you least expect to

They come to you just when
You are lost in the mundane
Mired by the fetid
Feeling uninspired
Or just being a gene machine

Like a song on the radio
By a band you have never heard before
But that moves you and sometimes
If you are lucky
Gives you goosebumps

Like an act of kindness
Which is just that
And nothing more

Like a train of thought
That leads you to understand
The work of a genius

Like a sudden realization
Of youth

Like a strangers smile
That you return
Long after they are gone

Like a phone call from the past
That takes you back
Where you have always wanted to go
But didn’t know the way

Like someone reminding you
Of something you said long ago
That they liked and remembered
While you forgot

Like stealing furtive glances
At someone and to find
Them stealing glances at you

Like reading a line
A para, a page
That perfectly expresses something
You felt but
Could never find words for

Like a sincere compliment

Like a thought provoking conversation
With someone you barely know

Like someone you love
Exploding your fa├žade
Making you feel naked
And loving you back
For what you are

Sunday, February 03, 2008

If Wishes Were Time Travel...

..Then I would talk to everyone I wanted to

..Then I would make more friends

..Then I would keep more friends

..Then I would not be afraid of failure

..Then I would never talk back to my parents

..Then I would start working out at 18

..Then I would never take the first drag

..Then I would keep a ponytail in college

..Then I would ride a cruiser bike instead of Hero Puch

..Then I would be a rebel without a cause

..Then I would study English literature in college

..Then I would go to college in Delhi

..Then I would take a one year break before college

..Then I would tell my first crush of my crush

..Then I would have my first kiss at 15

..Then I would participate in debate competitions

..Then I would ask my parents to have a daughter

..Then I would beat the shit out of that lousy sardar kid

..Then I would not have met that lousy sardar kid

..Then I would always be a child..

(..to be continued over the next bout of insomnia)

Friday, August 03, 2007

The Reason You Dont Get Any

Scott Adams points to a study which reveals that the amount of sex you have is in inverse proportion to your IQ. In simpler words, geeks with hundred digit IQs dont get any action. As if we didnt know that already! One possible reason for this, according to the scientists, is that testosterone may be responsible for suppressing IQs. But then, how does one explain the gazillion gigabytes of porn you'd stumble upon if only you walked into any engineering/b-school hostel? I have a different explanation for this finding: Nature has intended sex to be a means of recreation. People have sex because its fun. In the bargain, nature gets to propagate the species. Neat Bargain. Now imagine a situation where you, as a male, have to put in efforts to get laid. The trade-off for you is between putting in this effort (which will ofcourse vary from person to person depending upon looks and other skills) to get recreation versus finding other modes of recreation. People with higher IQs (geeks, in uber-technicalese) seem to opt for the latter option more often than the former. It could be either because the effort involved in trying to get sex is much more for them or because the effort involved in trying to find recreation through other means is much less. I think the latter is the case. Geeks genuinely seem to enjoy playing strategy video games, mugging up trivia, collecting stamps, coins and ossified excreta from other ages and so on. That for them is an easier and arguably more refined form of recreation rather than the basal fornicatory pleasures.
Whatever the case maybe, the fact of life is that if you have the hottest chic in town clinging on to you, no one bothers about your IQ.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Before The Lights Go Out

This is a non-post. I dont know what I am going to write. Much in the same manner as I dont know what is going to happen tomorrow. Or what I am going to do with my life. I feel a restlessness brewing inside me. I am searching for something. I am trying to achieve something. I am now officially part of the mad race. Congratulations to me.
I am still getting used to Life. Everytime I start thinking of it, I wanna scream my lungs out saying WTF! Life has to be the single craziest thing around us. And consciousness more so (did i just contradict myself? Shit happens. Just like Life).
I am a sieve. With randomly sized holes. Wading through something I want to describe as Ether. Vivid and granular. I retain some randomly sized parts of that ether depending upon where it tries to pass through me. And I cherish those parts. I call them memories.
This is all I keep doing. This is all I will continue to do. Somedays I will be motivated to wade faster through the Ether and somedays I will go slow. Somedays I will want to just give it all up and meander sideways. But I will keep moving. Till one day, I can move no more. And then I will be no more either. And then the lights will go out. I will vanish. Without a trace. So why am I wading?