Saturday, June 29, 2013

Bus tum

Mera dil ka tukda ho
Mere jism ki rawani ho
Meri muskurahat ka prateek ho
Meri chahat ki kahani ho.

Meri dhadkano ka geet ho
Meri arzoo ki pukar ho
Meri nadi ka kinara ho
Meri mausamo ki bahar ho.

Chavi ho tum meri
Sayaa ho tum mera
Tum he dekhke niklein
Mere jeevan ka har savera.

Tumhari nazaron mein doobein
Meri jeevan ki har shaam
Nasha ho tum mera
Ho mera pehla….aur aakhri jaam.

Pyaar ho mera tum
Jaan ho tum meri
Zindagi tum bin
Hai ek uljhi hui peheli.

Mere haathon ki lakeer ho
Mere aakhon ki masti ho
Mere pyaar ka ahsaas ho
Meri zindagi ki hasti ho.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Happy Fathers Day

Only with dads...

- You are in your late 30s and are still treated like you are 3- in a lovely pampering way.

- You will be picked up and dropped off when you go to meet your friends who are also in their 30s. You comply because you know he cares.

- You can be selfishly demanding and you know every demand will be met. With a smile or shrug. 

- You are adored more than anyone else in the world. Yes. More than the wife and the grandchild. Though it would not be admitted in public of course. But you know. And he knows you know.

- No one will ever be considered good enough to look after you. 

- You will always be the little princess.

My dad is the only person in the world who cares for me without asking for anything in return. He is protective without restricting, loving without demonstrating, compassionate without pitying and caring without controlling.

He still packs my bags when I travel. Takes me to the doctor when I down with a simple cold. Fixes the light bulbs in my apartment. Buys my favorite walnut cup cake when he is at the bakery. And indulges my every whim.

He is patient with my impatience. Sweet with curtness. And empowering with my fears. He still believes I am capable of anything. He is terribly proud of my independence in every aspect of my life, whilst still retaining certain dependence on him.

He foolishly thinks I am still as pretty and cute as when I was 2. And look as young as I did when I was 12. 

He continues to spoil me. And I enjoy every bit of it.

I love you papa. There can no one who will take care of me like you do.
Happy Fathers Day

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

You will always stay with me

In pages of old books
In stolen glances and shy looks
In brazen moves
And flirty moods
You will always stay with me

In jugs of sangria
And various random memorabilia
In 70s Hindi blockbusters
And Britannia's caramel custard
You will always stay with me

In cloudless skies
And deeply taken sighs
In the balmy night breezes
And hug tight squeezes
You will always stay with me

In Dragons and Thrones
And Philosopher's  Stone
In Inception-led dreams
And Fight Club screams
You will always stay with me

In lazy long lunches
And champagne brunches
In glasses of wine
And the never ending times
You will always stay with me

In various shades of grey
And the teasing and play
In the long-lasting embraces
And the loving sweet caresses
You will always stay with me

No matter where you go
Whether you love me or no
Whether you leave or you stay
In every night and each day
You will always stay with me

Monday, June 10, 2013


Thandi hawa ke jhokno ke saath
Ek halki si chaah hai woh laati hai haath

Ek alag sa hara rang bichate huye
Apni baahon mein rimzhim tarane leheratein huye

Sunheri yaadon ki muskaan sajate huye
Baadolon ko apne sang ghoomatein huye

Laati hai apne saath
Un khushiyon ki saugat
Un armanon ki baraat
Un muskarahaton ki yaad

Jab tum they jawaan
Aur hum they haseen
Jab nazron mein they sapne
Aur dil mein yakeen

Jab haathon mein they haath
Aur door door tak ka tha saath
Jab bheeg jaane mein tha mazaa
Aur botol ke bahar hota tha nasha

Jab asmaan mein udhne ki thi khawish
Aur dil mein thi zara si khalish
Jab paas rehkar bhi lagti thi doori
Aur door rehna tha ek majboori

Ab bhi yeh baarish hai utni hi khaas
Aur dil ko hota hai yeh ehsaas
Shayad yeh baarish choo legi tumhein
Kuch jis tarah chooha tha usne humein

Yaad karoge humein tum baarish ki bahane
Aur humari yaadon ko rakhoge apne sirhane
Haath badake boodon ko pakadoge
Aakhen moondein palakon par rakhoge

Woh hi baarish hai, woh hi zameen
Pur ab hum hain kahin, aur tum ho kahin

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Business knows no religion

I went to Chor Bazaar today. Or as my Spanish colleague referred to it- 'Antique market'. He was shocked to know I had never been there. Trying to explain to him that I am a 'Juhu girl' who hates traveling beyond Bandra would not mean much to him.

 I had to travel to Worli on work many moons ago when I was young and thin- well at least young. And like a princess my dad used to drop me and my friend Sonul's dad used to pick us up. Or the other way round. And I used to whinge about the travel time- much like Sanil does now. 

Between Prithivis, Silver Beach, Juhu Church, Qualities and the bhel puri wala near my building, I had everything I could possibly want. Why bother with the needless travel? However I thought now that I was 'this side of town' I should not pass up the chance of visiting the legendary Chor Bazaar. I always wanted to, but the hike from Juhu made it a daunting task.

Well I have digressed...this post is about religion, or rather how religion agnostic business is.

 I was explaining to my Spanish colleague about the Indian God Structure. I started with  the God trinity- Shiva the destroyer, Brahma the creator and Vishnu the....err I stumbled. For the life of me could not remember. So I skipped that and moved over to Ganpati (0r Gantapi as Sanil used to say)- the elephant God-  remover of obstacles. Hanuman then monkey god. Krishna of Hare Rama Hare Krishna fame. And ....well that's pretty much where I got to.

While I was explaining this we were in a small store, that magically became a lengthy maze of artifacts '500 years old'. The owner was a Muslim like most shop owners in Chor Bazaar are. He explained that Vishnu was the Protector. He then went on to show my colleague beautiful Madonna statutes. And stone carvings of various saints. He knew all their names. "This is Saint Roch because you can see the dog next to him". I was clueless. 10 years of Convent education and I had no idea what he was talking about. He explained how he bought them from Goa where a church could not be maintained, so they were selling off the carvings. He gave the whole history of Portuguese influence in Goa. 

While my colleague was admiring the. Rs 20,000 stone carvings, I asked the owner about Krishna statues and he asked me back if I wanted one with Radha or Krishna alone? Did I want a 'bal ladoo Gopal'? Errr what? I had no idea Krishna was called that. Then he went on to show me the variety of Krishna murtis available whilst chatting to my colleague about various Mother Mary statues. He spoke about Buddha statues and Sai Baba with equal ease.

His kids kept coming to the back of the showroom looking for their dad. It stuck me how his only religion at that time  was his work and his business. To make the sale and earn the money, to give his children a better life. He was knowledgable about all  Gods. You might say, that's his business and he has to do this make a living. Whatever be the reason, during his business hours he had no religion. 

His religion lives in his heart, in his home, in his place of worship. Where it would stay, if outside influences don't bring it in every time there is an election or a terrorist attack. He probably does not care for any of it, but he is made to choose. Organized religion inculcates fear, which usually triumphs. 

We all work with people from different religions. My Creative Director was a staunch Christian, copy writer an atheist, art director was a Muslim and I a Hindu. No one ever asked anyone about their religion. We worked as a team... probably for a Jewish client. We put our passion into our work. Our religion was our work. We did not are about anything else. The aim was to do great work, and yes earn our accolades at the end of the project, and salaries at the end of the month.

Why then do people let religion be a barrier in other aspects of our their lives? Live and let live has always been my philosophy. Just like at work, let's keep religion out of everything else. It would make lives more peaceful for everyone around. And we all could really do with some peace.

Spiritually yours


Written from roof top lounge at ITC Grand Central, Mumbai. 

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Mumbai Musings

Only in Mumbai 

- You have to pay $34 for one mojito to watch a gorgeous sunset from a roof top bar- which would cost you nothing if you simply sat by Marine Drive.

- Sari salesgirls promote their product by blatantly acknowledging its a 'ditto Masaba original copy'. Err an original copy? 

- You can try 20 pieces of shoes and leave without buying a single pair after one hour, and the smile from the salesman face won't fade. He may curse you under his breath after you leave, but 'service with a smile' is all prevalent

- A rickshaw driver will waive the change with a 'Agli baar milenge phir de dena'. (Give it when we meet next). With over 300,000 rickshaws in Mumbai probability of that happening is negligible, but the sentiment is heart warming

- An awesome breakfast can be had for less than $3

- Car drivers are gracious and kind, and luxury car owners are rude and obnoxious

- Elitist attitudes gain respect and entry pretty much everywhere. Wearing designer sunglasses adds to the credibility 

- Girls in hot pants and cleavage showing singlets shop for lehenegas 

- Mobile penetration is higher than high school registration

-  Sari blouses are sexier and more revealing than evening gowns

- Eunuchs say you are 'Sonakshi Sinha' and pray you get your Salman*

-  Kids ardently dream of being Sachin Tendulkar more than being Messi

- Sunday lunches with family as revered a ritual as Friday nights out with friends

- Beach welcomes everyone, but the hotel beach front properties won't let you in unless you don't look the part. Again designer sunnies and a attitude always gains entry

- The mind dwells on stress, while the heart beats in hope 

Mumbai is a city of contradictions, an existence of paradoxes. It oozes energy and frowns at failure. Yet it accepts everyone- rich-poor, big-small, smart-dumb, black-white. You make of it whatever you are capable of.

* when it happened to me yesterday I asked him/her to pray for Aamir not Salman. When they complied I gave them Rs. 100 each, thinking its only 50 cents. Yeah, my mental math skills are atrocious. It's nearly $5, but then that's the price of my daily coffee cup.