Saturday, April 18, 2020

The comedy of errors


With so many days we have spent on the same topic, quarantine and corona, I thought of making a memory book and write all tidbits that have made me laugh hard.
So this was my first travel out of India. I traveled to Germany, Waldorf, SAP Headquarters, the year 2007 or 2008. I lived in a guest house and had some Indian colleagues who eventually became friends.

I invited a friend to have lunch on a Saturday afternoon. He visited while I was cooking my Daal (Curry) - Rice (that was the only thing I knew how to cook that time). But it's not about my culinary skills, it is about what I did with them😊

I had a studio on the top floor and the door of the Balcon had a Big Red lock. It looked like a mysterious lock with some codes. So, Sherlock Holmes inside my friend suddenly woke up.
He looked around and asked, "what's there at the door ". I had just put my rice in the Indian cooker that whistles. I hardly cared about his question and replied " No clue". He asked, "you never tried to open it ". I said, "No, but you can try ".
So the man got a job to show his skills😊

He tried turning one or two rivets and just when he succeeded to open the lock, the alarm rang.
                                           It was a burglar alarm. :P

It was super loud and we had heard that if there is such an alarm in Germany the police will run to your door. We ran to close it, but we did not know-how. So we ran out in our pajamas to call the guesthouse owner. Hastily, my friend closed my room because the alarm was too loud. We realized a minute after that the door is automatically locked from inside now and we can't enter the studio anymore.

I had an old  Nokia phone in my hand and I called the owner of the guest house. She was a 70 years old lady who did not know English and we did not know german.
I don't know what we explained, but she came in  20 minutes.  When she entered rice was boiled and there was water on the floor and my cooker started whistling. Not just that the smoke alarm also started working.

She looked furious, and both of us looked like two puppies who did not know what happened.
She first plugged off all the alarms, I closed the gas and then she looked at me.
I shouted at me in german for five minutes, of which I could not understand a single word. But she was saying something about the adventures I just did and the state of the kitchen.
After she looked at my friend, not sure what happened, but she charged to his room.
The boys had made a party last night in his room and you can imagine the state of the room, it was full of beer bottles. She started rambling him too, to which he put his down and quietly listened.

She gave 10 minutes lesson in German and then walked out. We looked at each other and couldn't stop laughing. We laughed hard for the whole week in fact,  and we laughed about that incident every time I ever cooked at the house party. 😊    

Here are some photos of that year : 






  



Monday, March 04, 2013

The quietness has taken over ....

A quietness has taken over, No, not sadness
Somewhere, my breath is trapped, no, not sadness
A quietness has taken over

Not extraordinary, but a life that
is not splendid
the one that I have found
is plenty.
No, not sadness
A quietness has taken over

I was given dawn, this night too, also the day, but
I am the one who chose the evening
I am the one
who chose evening
No, not sadness
Just, a quietness has taken over

That story that I spoke of,
I wrote,
Today, I
heard it from myself
No, not sadness
A quietness has taken over.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Sleepless Night

This night misses you like anything .Doesn't say a word ,doesnt shed a tear .but the eyes are errie ...They have lost thier patience ....The wait is no more a hope .

They are not romancing around ....they are no more in the soul search ...it sits in the corner ,hid in the corner and still wants you to notice . The lub-dub has stipped...the questions have transformed to silence ....

the heart does not say anything ....but still there is a voice that "I can't live without You .Come soon ".

Monday, February 14, 2011

Cupid Stupid

I found this poem in my old inbox .OMG ..I am laughin still :))Sometimes its so difficult to accept it were you only who did all this .horriblistic horrible :P :P
Get a read .Happy valentine day :)

The little things hidden in my closet ,
its there where I found you .
It Makes me remind you.

Roses and cards, passing me a smile now ,
Forever and now , the distance seems to subside now.
Come on , Come on , I dont wanna lose you .
Lets dance once more ,
Let me not excuse you .

Flight of those paper aircrafts,
Seems a bit higher ,
Would you take its charge,
I want to sit beside you.

At the top of the world ,
I shall set an umbrella ,
when we shall dine on the clouds,
Then you would shoo a cooing lark,
who would keep pecking my shoe.

Then you give me another rose ,
And then you hold my hand,
and say you are the only one,
and I would say you are my only man.

May be such a day shall never come ,
when I shall walk on clouds with you,
But there shall be someday ,
I shall show you this poem and say ,
I just wrote this for you .
~The cupid in me :)

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Just Love -

An errie glimpse just caught his eyes ,
figuring whats so new ,
Was it each familier feature of her face,
or the swift movement of her blushing eyes!!

Is it the same moon that lights the dreamy sky,
has it just caught the lovers passing by ?
A pulse for a pulse tenderly reply,
And yearns for a consummation of two souls.

The silent moon is set itself aside,
the stars have just mysteriously withdrawn ,
their hands are clasped and beating heart to heart ,
revealing the passion that had been mute so far.

The charming girl kisses the dazzled boy
under her covering hair.
As flowery boughs above the chirping nest
Make sweet and sacred all the darkened air.

A small heart beating at the downy breast ,
the love within the kiss narrates the paradise they share .
it builds a dream no waking could destroy,
to claim the joy of this desire or the desire of this joy.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Kaash kabhi aisa hota

Jo dil chahe tum se keh doon ,kaash kabhi aise hota !
Jab dil chahe chaand ko choo looon , channd ka sirhana hota ,

Jab palkon par ek boond jo moti ban ke tahar jaati ,
Hosh bhi kam hote ,aur ye khaamoshi ek kahani keh jaati ,

Ye darpan bhi chahoon mai ki jhooth kabhi bola hota,
Tasveer par muskaoon apni ,lekin aks tumhara dikhta hota ,

Jo dil chahe tumse keh doon ,kaash kabhi aisa hota !!!

Monday, August 09, 2010

Bas itnaa sa Khwaab Hai !

I want to do a movie .I dont know why it just comes to me just as some childhood dream or something .Well being a Child I wanted to be a Chaukidaar !! ..Yeah really , Coz my so called best friend used to own a toy gun and never shared it with me . So I decided I would own a real one .The only person with whom I saw a gun was the chaukidaar of our colony .So i aspired to be Chaukidaar .After all owning a gun was brave and different I used to think:D

Anyways , it seems movies are the fling I have realized during the years .I guess I d be good ,good at directing movies , visioning them ,reading out the story .I guess and I am sort of sure I d be good at it , I havent tried it ever ,I havent even lifted a handy cam , but i feel I shall be good .Not electronic gadgets but camera exites me .

Once I saw Amir Khans Interview , he was asked "howcome the directors with whom you work are hit when you make a film with them and are flop when they are doing without you" , with all his witty traits he replied "I am not a god director , I am a good assistant director !" I dont know what he meant , but soooo I feel the same .

I feel I am an incredible assistant director , who can give ideas and ideas but just cant take responsibilty of that :) I guess its rather that I never had the desire to won anything in this world , but I guess I wanna to do everything .I am very happy at the backend and be involved in the tit-bits ,pecking my nose whereever its not required ,observing others when they are ignoring me ,knowing very well what to do , and still telling it in someone elses ear to do it ,but yeah somehow still loving my job . I so much feel I am good at being what I am ,just dont burden me ,but still want to be listened .

Jokes apart I seriously feel ,I can actually make a beautiful movie.

Crazy why am I writing this scrap ,and heck i shall publish it too, but thik hai ,afterall its my BLOG and my ambition :D