Bombay

The earth splits open once again
Brown, confusion everywhere.
Slivers of hot ash in the cold rain
Dashing hopes and laying them bare
Heaps of rubble and pangs of pain
But yes, this day too shall pass.


The mother seeks her missing son
Blood and tears flow on the ground
She knows her wait has just begun
With the stench of death all around
Has life ended, is the story done?
But no, this day too shall pass.


A new morn dawns, prayers are said
Yest’day was gone by in just a blink
Blue sky greets city, so unaffected
As a country stops and pauses to think
The mother knows she has to look ahead
And this, yes this, shall remain!

Happy Birthday!

It's quite ironic.
Iam back here after a while and I decide to post on how long I've been around!

But yes, the days have slip-slided away and I find that this blog is a year old! And with a post count touching fifty, it's just a shade lower than the frequency I was looking at to begin with.

So, reason enough for some nostalgia and self-gratification, I say! Here's a look back at the first lines of the first posts of each month through the last year. Not an original idea, I admit, but it's a cool concept.


July

*Disclaimer : Any resemblance to any character, either fictional or imaginary, is purely deliberate*

Yuck! My first line was a disclaimer?!


August

A bit of old news, but those billboards of Jyothika all over the city serve to keep it as fresh as ever.

It's got older, and it remains just as fresh.


September

I came across this hoarding on the way to office.

Office...that feels nostalgic...sigh!


October

Mike came up with a neat post on his blog with his take on music, and that's stirred me into penning my story....

Funny I haven't blogged more often on music.


November

They say in the advertising game, it's one of the more crucial things to find bthe right medium to focus on your target group.

Yeah, and Iam learning that in a classroom right now!


December

1. The colour of the world is grey. I refuse to see any issue in black and white.

My first tag! And what a misfit this guy seems to be!


January

I attended a birthday party the other day.

Hmm...good memories......


February

I have this fetish for persisting at things Iam not great at.

Aah! Now that explains why I keep coming back to this blog!


March

I sometimes wonder at the Tatas.

I sometimes also just wonder......


April

Class.........one of those natural occuring dividers of demography in a society, something we instinctively adhere to without even realising it.

Can social commentary ever get more incisive?


May

Iam back after a while, and with a sordid tale to tell.....

Ouch! Iam still wincing!


June

It's that time in the four-year cycle when life gets compressed into a "sphere of 8 inches diameter", and I realise how distantly removed I have got from the beautiful game.

And the tournament's still running?!....looking forward to tomorrow's game!


Key finding:

Eight of those twelve opening lines had either 'I' or 'me' in it. Talk about self-obsession!
Hmm....but maybe I've just got that bit closer to figuring out what this blog is all about...Anyway, here's to the future!

And a very warm thank-you to the very few but very precious people who have deigned it fit to honour this blog with their comments. You people rock!