This year apart from everyone sending mails to everyone else about the Pink Chaddi campaign, Valentine’s Day seemed to have lost the innocent excitement it held in 2001 or 2002. As C tells me, it’s perhaps because we are growing up. So on Friday, the day before this year’s Val D she sent me this poem that completely captured the mood.
He goes home, seeking consolation
Among old Beatles and Pink Floyd -
But 'Girl' elicits mere frustration,
While 'Money' leaves him more annoyed.
Alas, he hungers less for money
Than for a fleeting Taste of Honey.
Murmuring, 'Money - it's a gas! ...
The lunatic is on the grass,'
He pours himself a beer. Desires
And reminiscences intrude
Upon his unpropitious mood
Until he feels that he requires
A one-way Ticket to Ride - and soon -
Across the Dark Side of the Moon.
On the eve of Val D, we all went to Hawaiian Shack to celebrate the birthday of a friend, trying to dance away the night. But more about that later. As we headed back, I remembered this poem that another friend, S wrote in her blog. Sometimes, I feel that she’s wasting her talent selling soaps.
But never want to speak to her
Understands you like a dream
She also abso-fucking-lutely brings
The devil out in you
Is not love not hate
It is that crazy-dysfunctional-mutative human curse
I like to call the love-hate
The Mumbai Mirror carried an article today that the police today would be vigilant as if on a terror alert, to ensure that nothing untoward happens on this day. I remembered this poem by Martin Niemoller.
First they came for the Jews
and I did not speak out because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for the Communists
and I did not speak out because I was not a Communist.
Then they came for the trade unionists
and I did not speak out because I was not a trade unionist.
Then they came for me
and there was no one left to speak out for me.
I promised few people their well deserved chocolates. But like most of my plans, they did not get fulfilled. I like to see what I am gifting. Unfortunately, none of the shops seemed to remain open when I finally made my way back from office these days. Someday, I will.
And finally in the night as I sat staring into darkness, this song Kushal sent me came back to my mind.
Hothat jokhon sondhya neme ase
Akash pane ChaaNd muchki haase
aNdhar jokhon gobhir hote chai
Samay jokhon emni boye jai
Nijer ghore nibhiye baati
Ratri ami thakbo tomar saathi
Sokal abar asbe jaani kal
Puber akash porbe siNdur lal
Sei akash-e nai re kintu ChaaNd
Sei akash-e nai re maya-r faaNd
Din ke jokhon sibai bhalobase
Ratri ami thakbo tomar pashe
“When suddenly evening descends
And the moon chuckles;
When the darkness wants to become deeper,
And time just passes by,
I shall shut out my lights
And stay with you, my night.
The morn will come tomorrow again
The skies will adorn her red hue
But there will no longer be the moon
Or the enchantment of the night.
While everyone loves the morning,
My beloved night – I shall stay by your side.”
I found poetry again after a long long time this Valentine’s Day and sensed the innocence once again. However, xkcd had to intervene.