“The mother of all Road Trips.!!” Would be how inee would address this voyage as. The trip which made the word “Chalaaa!!” an anthem. The trip which saw the extent to which a gang of veterans could goto.. to revive the gud ol spirit. The trip which sought immediate action, spontaneity, reaction & BOOM!! we were on our way to the land of beaches, as I’d call it, Alibagh ( too many memories attached to this place… A life Changer..!! ).
It all started out as a B’day Bash…more of a fun cake party which did extend into a couple of shots to wash down the barley consumed earlier in the day. Then strikes the usual hunger, driving a car to the one beautiful place known to serve the ‘Papa’ of all delicacies… ‘Egg Bhurji’. This kinda lead on to plans being made at exactly sumthing past midnite tuning the strings we follow to yet another one of the due spontaneity trips that we were dwelling on earlier.
Since that day I have been inching to write this down someplace … call it laziness or lack of papyrus… or just me…. It happened to be today…. D Day!! Yet another time me staring at a blue screen reminiscing the times & glowing with that ‘Eid Ka Chaand’ as inee would call it, thinking of what actually did inspire the whole trip.!
I suppose it was just the mood, the ambience & most importantly the fact that inee came from the USofA, Bhau had the time & I had ‘Chalaa’ to attribute my tongue..lol ( Can’t forget the spirits that led to it tho..!).
A Bday, 10 glasses & Bhau cha Peg were the ingredients. Inee, Bhau, Ijee & me the ice cubes & A City (Beige) the vessel… To keep it short & crisp these were the factors that led to the dream which wasn’t conceived for a looong time ( an understatement) coz the last spontaneous trip culminated at the same location. There was an addition of of hammocks too last time coz we were dead tired by the time we got ourselves to the dreamy sands & the bluish skies.
A range hunt, Beer, Fires Surmai, Fired Pomfret, Cucumbers, Tomatoes, Chappathis & Bhurji was what we’d call in human terms ‘ A La Carte’!! The ocean was just too dreamy to be true & this time I did spot the horizon…. Absolutely beautiful. I did see it with my own buttons, the sea & the ocean do cross paths …. I still wonder if its an illusion tho.
We made the approach early into the morning savouring Pav Bhurji & chai at a random tapri with a really hospitable & warm kaka who did all that for us at that hr in the morning. Making a stop at a hand pump was the highlight of the trip upstream with residents of the place making sure we weren’t upto sumthing stupid…. Clicked pics… seemed to lose the cameras ’Lajja Vastr!!’… regaining it back on an extensive reverse, blair witch hunt & moving on through roads laden with trees on both sides of the road ( Didn’t check their colour…would’ve been green I suppose tho.), hunt for a place to crash, found it… No…..the place is shut… Chaal aage chalte… Mil gay Mil gaya…. Smiles all over… Crashed a while..
At least I thought we crashed. Bhau & inee are full of energy… they start off with our clans ever satisfactory time-killer….. ‘ chewing Gum’… and I truly felt like gods were talkin from heaven and stuff. The sudden bursts of laughter & then silence……the four of us laugh like mad F***s.
Mornin contd….
Me and Bhau go to find the first rays of sunlight at the place we were dreaming of to be for so long…. ‘ Kashid’… and finally we are here on those very silky white sands right next to the shiny blue lustrous ocean… looking out & exclaiming ….’ Damn!! This feels good’(Censored version for public viewing). And thus we start out on our hunt for some barley to begin the morning…. Just to keep the spirit of the beach up & kicking (The hangover of GOA still lying deep within).
We remember to make our final calls (The hunt for range) to everybody telling them we are safe & we shall be back before the next sun rises. And thus we did. Travelled a long way across the mountains to finally stall at an erection which resembled a radio tower. The funny part was that there was just one spot on the entire face of the earth at that point where you are connected to the rest of the world. A lil north, south, east or west from that point…. And you are out of this galaxy. Wrapped up the calls & went ahead with our gala time.
Went totally the other way in search of the spirits, found it…picked it….We’r back in the hotel & yearning for more. Thus me & Bhau start off the morning again with a hot cup of ‘ Chai’… Go bac into the room….. I Sip on some spirit & watch the beauty of mother nature from the balcony which was about 300m or so from the beach.
Beautiful fields with banana leaves & a couple of Kingfishers caught my attention. You look at them & you feel they are just a couple of normal birds coloured black but perched elegantly. When they do fly away, you realize how beautiful the colour blue is despite witnessing the majestic ocean & the brilliant morning skies!! There was another instance when I witnessed a breeze moving green shrubs in a pattern that was just unbelievable to the naked eyes.
Me & ijee go to the beach with our first load of spirits. Talked about everything under the sun including mythology, spirits, life & general stuff…. Very enlightening though…Like I keep saying… the potential of the human mind is beyond the imagination of mankind. The way people think, interpret, perceive & React are so damn diverse that makes YOU think how many emotions or variations of the same emotion exist in the world…… Just Fabulous the creation called humans.
We back into our lil terrace…sitting around doing more of eating this time around…. The spirit still within… this is the place where the fried delicacies were delivered. The last dialogue I remember here is ‘ Let’s Crash for a while’….and Voila!!... we did..!!
Stubborn arse that I am, inee had to take all his efforts & emotional atyachar to get me off the bed in the evening. And I was dragged down literally from my bed & I did wake up. We were off to watch the sunset glowing in subtle purple set in the background of a brilliant orange curtain. I still marvel at the fact as to how the ocean looks a brilliant violet during this phase.
We braved the sea knee down…..lol. Inee was up & ready for the brunt of the ocean screaming ‘Bring it on’, the further into the body of water that he fathomed. A man-made sand ball was thrown around from end to end while capturing the brilliant picturesque through Bhau’s lens was indeed pleasurable. A couple of canines had the time of their life as inee’s vest & Bhau’s shoes lured them into abducting the items as playthings or toys to be precise & boy!….they had a ball.
Inee & Bhau chased these dogs down & retrieved both the vest and the shoes. The vest did have a bit of freestyle art after the battle but the shoes were jus a lil soggy.. Baaki sab Khayriyat hai…!! Lol… Spotted the artist ‘Mann’ who had captured both ‘ Manjuri’ & himself within a heart shaped sand-castle adorning the beach which left us to wonder… they did leave their destiny to the ocean too.!
We traced our way back to the hotel, had a brief discussion bout the economic crisis in Ireland with a poised lady ( who knew more than we did about our motherland ). She’d travelled a lot & had an amazing amount of detail & experiences on every soil since the creation of the earth. An amazing, enlightened lady I must say. She knew her way around the world.!!
Famished & Drained, we were looking for our favy place to dine…’ Samman’…unfortunately they were open for just the first half of the day. We then were out hunting again & were faced with the grossest of Bangda( Fish) fries ever to have seen the face of the earth. The next place we ended up at(rather discovered) served us delicious prawns with a mouthwatering Fish thali… By far the best I’ve tasted so far. Now with the heaviest of stomachs there was just on thing left for me to do….’ Sleep unto the end of the world’… but then I hear the downstream anthem… inee saying ‘So jaa!! Wine shop aa gaya..!!’.
And thus ‘ The U!! Turn at shivajinagar that changed it all!!’
Cheers Inee Bhau & Ijee
Ajay Padattil
18/01/2011
Tuesday 18 January 2011
Monday 17 January 2011
But of the Butt..!!
The but of the Butt..!!
First part goes like this
First part should be the key
Listen to this critic shit
Listen to this damn symphony
When you would sing this cacophony
When you would change this system
Listen to the path we would choose
Listen to us & lament on togetherness
Enclose stuff like you'd pretend
Enclose us & you would still forsake
Ajay Padattil
16/01/2011
First part goes like this
First part should be the key
Listen to this critic shit
Listen to this damn symphony
When you would sing this cacophony
When you would change this system
Listen to the path we would choose
Listen to us & lament on togetherness
Enclose stuff like you'd pretend
Enclose us & you would still forsake
Ajay Padattil
16/01/2011
Wow..!!
When you & us were the mythology!!
When we would speak the tyranny
Which one of these is my realm
Which one of this is my reality!!
Where would I feature u & ijee
Where can I smear ink on our part
Whistlin things are the sanctity of mine
Whilst things should judge this time
Whichever steam would love this
Whichever was the untold in the dictionary
Wasting things would still forgive
We are here pushpy,ijee,tree me & inee.!!
Ajay Padattil
15/01/2011
When we would speak the tyranny
Which one of these is my realm
Which one of this is my reality!!
Where would I feature u & ijee
Where can I smear ink on our part
Whistlin things are the sanctity of mine
Whilst things should judge this time
Whichever steam would love this
Whichever was the untold in the dictionary
Wasting things would still forgive
We are here pushpy,ijee,tree me & inee.!!
Ajay Padattil
15/01/2011
Tuesday 11 January 2011
To You Guys!!
When the dreams come to cease
When the stars come to dream
When I said you were perfect I wasn't
When I said your life dreamt it wasn't me
When this pen could probably stop writin
When me & you would cease to exist
When me & bhau get together
When A-24 was a dream
Whn you & me live
I'd like that glitch
& you are just there
Ajay Padattil
...... infinity!!
When the stars come to dream
When I said you were perfect I wasn't
When I said your life dreamt it wasn't me
When this pen could probably stop writin
When me & you would cease to exist
When me & bhau get together
When A-24 was a dream
Whn you & me live
I'd like that glitch
& you are just there
Ajay Padattil
...... infinity!!
Sunday 3 October 2010
The Ones I Loved…!!
As I would like to summarize my life in just two words….there is still an uncertainty to this very fact that I actually should..!!
Wouldn’t mean much at dis point in life but the very fact that time runs on and heaps of dust just doesn’t gather too much light still kind of seems a mystery…
The past & the present do go hand in hand & I agree to the very last bit that it does, but what do humans seek in time & beyond still lacks a true symphony…
Till the very last minute you do hope something arrives & it probably does….do you seem to be excited or more than just trust this sanctuary…
This is it was never meant to be a poem in the first place but rather a horn sounded to mankind to bring out the beast within so damn slowly…
This whole stanza didn’t start out as a poem to begin with but did end up as lines of a simile which I suppose I would decipher individually…
Looooooong time used to scream my lungs out so whole heartedly…it seems they have lost their power…
But the ones I truly loved…. Where you at.?!!
Ajay Padattil
03/10/2010
Wouldn’t mean much at dis point in life but the very fact that time runs on and heaps of dust just doesn’t gather too much light still kind of seems a mystery…
The past & the present do go hand in hand & I agree to the very last bit that it does, but what do humans seek in time & beyond still lacks a true symphony…
Till the very last minute you do hope something arrives & it probably does….do you seem to be excited or more than just trust this sanctuary…
This is it was never meant to be a poem in the first place but rather a horn sounded to mankind to bring out the beast within so damn slowly…
This whole stanza didn’t start out as a poem to begin with but did end up as lines of a simile which I suppose I would decipher individually…
Looooooong time used to scream my lungs out so whole heartedly…it seems they have lost their power…
But the ones I truly loved…. Where you at.?!!
Ajay Padattil
03/10/2010
Wednesday 7 July 2010
The Bus..!!
Be it any class of a bus ride, I’ve always been fascinated with the very idea of the millions of faces you meet on em & the mannerisms you get to witness.
Right from the first bus that took me to the nursery I was enrolled in…..to the public transport… to my school bus & the latest being the bus I travel to my workplace in. All different shapes and sizes & colours so vivid that it gets your imagination runnin… both the passengers & the vehicles….lol
I remember in nursery there used to be this real naughty kid with a handkerchief dangling from his right pocket, typically pink with a few flowers adorning the borders. He never seemed to have his bottom side affixed to one particular seat in the vehicle, he seemed to have roller blades attached to his back…..Shakespeare would term it as obnoxiously Restless….lol…
And you reach your nursery…. Everybody shoving to get off & still some people living their dream not ready to accept that it is another day of discipline rather than fun…… that continues to this very day though… coz I was one of em in every aspect… I wonder if I had skates attached to my neck though….lol
Then there was the school bus where initially we were dressed smart in or whit & greys with a tie hangin like a noose around the neck, again living that very dream we were referring to a earlier..lol… But I always looked up in awe and excitement to those smart dudes in grey & grey christening them as seniors & wondered how would their shoes feel to be put into.(Only dudes coz we had a shift system..Boy the assembly time in school was hilarious..lol )
The driver of the bus was a sweetheart nevertheless… he was sumbody all kids would look up2 as a human being. Having lunch in a hurry ( My Mom used to fed me for a realllllllllly long time coz I was absolutely in love with the concept of eating you see…lol) … putting on your shoes…..managing to forget one book off your timetable… looking forward to the games period ( where we have almost 10 teams playing on the same football field…lol ) …waiting for the recess bell… savouring every moment of the aluminium cricket ball etc….. And this went on all the way from the 1st grade to the 12th grade ( Yep!!.... I was in the same school).
I almost forgot the bus I was to talk bout… initially it woz white in colour ( Non A/c) & evolved into a cassata ice cream coloured A/c bus at the end of my tenure as a senior in school. We always had a gang of people who were there all through my senior part of school.
Thru school , the characters & the mannerisms of all of us was almost the same….. the same age group & thought alike… all spoilt brats..hahaha.. All of us wondering when we would get ourselves promoted from white & grey to grey & grey ( As a kid though it was more white & blue)… What shall I say.. School Revamped…lol!!
During college though… the only bus I did travel in was the public transport. And now there start the mannerisms & characters & faces that I thought of writing about. The faces I must say varies from a really angry face to a face that could brighten up your morning. Characters vary from silent & sober to really noisy & irritating. Mannerisms range from real cute baby gestures to people struggling to survive.
The transaction of the ticket in a bus does bring most of these features to light. You might have a person who’d be shouting at the top of his voice coz he got into the wrong bus & the conductor issued him a wrong ticket…beat that…lol.
You have many other who realize its their mistake & opt to silently walk out when the closest bus stop arrives. Still others who are speaking to their neighbours as if they have known him/her before the Big Bang theory occurred. Many of them stuffing themselves into the bus even when the place for a needle to be pushed in would be a luxury … People hanging onto a bar on the footboard & speaking on their cell phones as if they were lying on a beach with a beer in their left hand … lol … But I always used to admire babies who are way away from all these emotions… I believe their reactions are more binary like… either you laugh or you cry .. That’s wot I call pure bliss.
And these buses I’d say would be something as ancient as the Himalayas probably…. A 0 percent guarantee that you would reach your destination in the speculated time or even an hour after… coz the probability of a breakdown is high.. lol.. They were red in colour initially though a couple of stripes in yellow & black were add ons at a later point in time…. PMT Revamped..!!
The most prominent feature of the office bus is SLEEP… a blissful one hour of cramped up but heavenly sleep early in the morning…lol..
Waking up a little late…. Hurrying through with your morning routines… having breakfast as if you’ve never seen edible stuff before…. Running down… watching school kids waiting for their buses (prominent green uniforms) …walking towards the bus to find fellow colleagues waiting for the Blue striped white bus or shall I say White striped blue bus (very confusing) with a printout(people call that a board) specifying SUS rd on it, waiting for everyone to board it.
We have the head of travel… without whom the bus wouldn’t move an inch… mine’s the first pickup on the route. It then proceeds to the next stop picking up people with a vivid sense of colours to dress themselves up. But overall it goes through about 8 to 10 stops all over the city before it hits the highway.
Here you have people who speak for a while, say bout 10-15 mins to your neighbours and immediately retire into “ Nidra” …blissful…lol ( I am one of em…. “ Not used to wakin up so early” …. Is the primary cause for this pleasurable experience…lol ) … Then you have people who feel reading a book with good music to soothen their morning is a gud entertainer…you still have more people who believe good music will see them through a torturous one hour roller coaster… then there are others cursing fate for giving them a laptop to work on & carry. The way people search for seats as soon as they board the bus is a sight worth witnessing…. Then the final set would be people who have been sitting close to each other for years now but haven’t spoken a word… lol!!
When you leave for the day you have to literally search for the bus that would reach you back home. The 18:00 bus is okie… coz you’l get home in a jiffy (One hour).. The 19:00 bus takes you on a city tour with the traffic of another IT park cutting of the roads. There’s another one at 20:00… which I haven’t had the luck of experiencing. The 18:00 is white in colour with a green board. The 19:00 is the confusing blue & white.
The main agenda for the evenings too is blissful “ Nidra”.. lol the routes are different but I must say very well organized for an organization encompassing a figure of close to 2000 employees in the middle of nowhere.
I always wonder as to how everything comes around a whole full circle! From the colour white … From being a school kid waiting for the bus to watching kids waiting when u still are going to catch the vehicle. Experiences like this BUS I’m sure are many more & would be awesome to Rewind… Play… Stop… Play…. & it goes on!!
CheerS!!
Ajay Padattil
06/07/2010
Right from the first bus that took me to the nursery I was enrolled in…..to the public transport… to my school bus & the latest being the bus I travel to my workplace in. All different shapes and sizes & colours so vivid that it gets your imagination runnin… both the passengers & the vehicles….lol
I remember in nursery there used to be this real naughty kid with a handkerchief dangling from his right pocket, typically pink with a few flowers adorning the borders. He never seemed to have his bottom side affixed to one particular seat in the vehicle, he seemed to have roller blades attached to his back…..Shakespeare would term it as obnoxiously Restless….lol…
And you reach your nursery…. Everybody shoving to get off & still some people living their dream not ready to accept that it is another day of discipline rather than fun…… that continues to this very day though… coz I was one of em in every aspect… I wonder if I had skates attached to my neck though….lol
Then there was the school bus where initially we were dressed smart in or whit & greys with a tie hangin like a noose around the neck, again living that very dream we were referring to a earlier..lol… But I always looked up in awe and excitement to those smart dudes in grey & grey christening them as seniors & wondered how would their shoes feel to be put into.(Only dudes coz we had a shift system..Boy the assembly time in school was hilarious..lol )
The driver of the bus was a sweetheart nevertheless… he was sumbody all kids would look up2 as a human being. Having lunch in a hurry ( My Mom used to fed me for a realllllllllly long time coz I was absolutely in love with the concept of eating you see…lol) … putting on your shoes…..managing to forget one book off your timetable… looking forward to the games period ( where we have almost 10 teams playing on the same football field…lol ) …waiting for the recess bell… savouring every moment of the aluminium cricket ball etc….. And this went on all the way from the 1st grade to the 12th grade ( Yep!!.... I was in the same school).
I almost forgot the bus I was to talk bout… initially it woz white in colour ( Non A/c) & evolved into a cassata ice cream coloured A/c bus at the end of my tenure as a senior in school. We always had a gang of people who were there all through my senior part of school.
Thru school , the characters & the mannerisms of all of us was almost the same….. the same age group & thought alike… all spoilt brats..hahaha.. All of us wondering when we would get ourselves promoted from white & grey to grey & grey ( As a kid though it was more white & blue)… What shall I say.. School Revamped…lol!!
During college though… the only bus I did travel in was the public transport. And now there start the mannerisms & characters & faces that I thought of writing about. The faces I must say varies from a really angry face to a face that could brighten up your morning. Characters vary from silent & sober to really noisy & irritating. Mannerisms range from real cute baby gestures to people struggling to survive.
The transaction of the ticket in a bus does bring most of these features to light. You might have a person who’d be shouting at the top of his voice coz he got into the wrong bus & the conductor issued him a wrong ticket…beat that…lol.
You have many other who realize its their mistake & opt to silently walk out when the closest bus stop arrives. Still others who are speaking to their neighbours as if they have known him/her before the Big Bang theory occurred. Many of them stuffing themselves into the bus even when the place for a needle to be pushed in would be a luxury … People hanging onto a bar on the footboard & speaking on their cell phones as if they were lying on a beach with a beer in their left hand … lol … But I always used to admire babies who are way away from all these emotions… I believe their reactions are more binary like… either you laugh or you cry .. That’s wot I call pure bliss.
And these buses I’d say would be something as ancient as the Himalayas probably…. A 0 percent guarantee that you would reach your destination in the speculated time or even an hour after… coz the probability of a breakdown is high.. lol.. They were red in colour initially though a couple of stripes in yellow & black were add ons at a later point in time…. PMT Revamped..!!
The most prominent feature of the office bus is SLEEP… a blissful one hour of cramped up but heavenly sleep early in the morning…lol..
Waking up a little late…. Hurrying through with your morning routines… having breakfast as if you’ve never seen edible stuff before…. Running down… watching school kids waiting for their buses (prominent green uniforms) …walking towards the bus to find fellow colleagues waiting for the Blue striped white bus or shall I say White striped blue bus (very confusing) with a printout(people call that a board) specifying SUS rd on it, waiting for everyone to board it.
We have the head of travel… without whom the bus wouldn’t move an inch… mine’s the first pickup on the route. It then proceeds to the next stop picking up people with a vivid sense of colours to dress themselves up. But overall it goes through about 8 to 10 stops all over the city before it hits the highway.
Here you have people who speak for a while, say bout 10-15 mins to your neighbours and immediately retire into “ Nidra” …blissful…lol ( I am one of em…. “ Not used to wakin up so early” …. Is the primary cause for this pleasurable experience…lol ) … Then you have people who feel reading a book with good music to soothen their morning is a gud entertainer…you still have more people who believe good music will see them through a torturous one hour roller coaster… then there are others cursing fate for giving them a laptop to work on & carry. The way people search for seats as soon as they board the bus is a sight worth witnessing…. Then the final set would be people who have been sitting close to each other for years now but haven’t spoken a word… lol!!
When you leave for the day you have to literally search for the bus that would reach you back home. The 18:00 bus is okie… coz you’l get home in a jiffy (One hour).. The 19:00 bus takes you on a city tour with the traffic of another IT park cutting of the roads. There’s another one at 20:00… which I haven’t had the luck of experiencing. The 18:00 is white in colour with a green board. The 19:00 is the confusing blue & white.
The main agenda for the evenings too is blissful “ Nidra”.. lol the routes are different but I must say very well organized for an organization encompassing a figure of close to 2000 employees in the middle of nowhere.
I always wonder as to how everything comes around a whole full circle! From the colour white … From being a school kid waiting for the bus to watching kids waiting when u still are going to catch the vehicle. Experiences like this BUS I’m sure are many more & would be awesome to Rewind… Play… Stop… Play…. & it goes on!!
CheerS!!
Ajay Padattil
06/07/2010
After A While..!!
When you do live life a bit outta the normal
Why would you sip on sacrifice as outta dimal
Winning tones would still carry a bicycle
Wasting times slam a stamp of Popsicle
Whistlin by still seems the hands of time
Whalin life would be the slimes of time
When I would foresee the whims of symphony
Whoa!! I’d still name my stern cacophony
Whilst my mood my Mom says yeah!!
Withering spirits would still say nyyyy!!
Wounded & Down would this night be!!
While away time I think we will tally!!
Ajay Padattil
19/06/2010
Why would you sip on sacrifice as outta dimal
Winning tones would still carry a bicycle
Wasting times slam a stamp of Popsicle
Whistlin by still seems the hands of time
Whalin life would be the slimes of time
When I would foresee the whims of symphony
Whoa!! I’d still name my stern cacophony
Whilst my mood my Mom says yeah!!
Withering spirits would still say nyyyy!!
Wounded & Down would this night be!!
While away time I think we will tally!!
Ajay Padattil
19/06/2010
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