#3 Moments - For a few coins more...

Once, I was returning from the Train station to my home in a Shared Auto-rickshaw.
On the way, a lady who had got in at college road, got down at Blue-star stop.

She gave the driver 10 and was about to leave.
The driver demanded 15 as the fare.

She argued that all auto drivers charge only 13 and questioned why he was charging 15.

The auto driver did not budge. She had to give 15 and left cursing.

Now...I myself have taken the trip between College road and Blue-star many times... and the fare was always  13.

I knew the driver had overcharged her...but i cant help but ask myself the question "If she herself knew that the fare was 13, why did she try to leave by giving just 10 ?"

#2 Moments - A Companion...

It was ten days since I bought my shoes...
And a week since I decided to jog...
And It was the third day of my jogging...

Some day. 4:30 AM.
Thirumangalam - Mugappair Road.

I put on my shoes, dressed all like an athlete...and started jogging.
Sections of the road were alighted, while the rest were pitch dark.
Not all of the lights were supposed to work in that road. It was an unwritten rule.

Jogging in such a road, was not only an exercise for my leg muscles, but also to my iris adjusting its pupil in rapid succession between the dark and bright sections of the road.

It was then I noticed...that I was being followed...
And that it was a dog...

I did not panic, for I could tell from its demeanor, that it was enjoying a jog itself.
I ignored it.
After I reached the allowable jog-radius from my home-center, I took a round trip.
It was when I reached my doorstep, I noticed that the dog had followed me all the way home.
I ignored it.

I had to take my bike to college that day, since I was too late for the train. I took the highway.
That was the first time , I found shredded rotten carcasses of street dogs meshed with the texture of the road... filling the air around with a stench that lingers in your nose and mind... long enough to disturb a stone.

The next morning. 4.30 AM. I looked back quite a number of times while jogging.
No dog was jogging with me.

#1 Moments - A seat for a seat...

A Monday Morning.
Nungambakkam.
7:20 AM.
Tirumalpur Express.
A Very Crowded Compartment.

A seat equidistant from me and an another gentleman got vacant.
I was in a good mood. If it was any other day, I would have gone for it... fighting.
That day was different.

The gentleman glanced at the vacant seat and then looked at me, enquiringly. I signaled him to take the seat. He occupied the seat with a smile.

The ever-increasing crowd pushed me away from the gentleman.
After two stops, the gentleman started gathering his items, indicating that he was about to get down in the next stop.
His seat was about to get vacant... but this time i was far away.
There were many potentially eligible occupants for that seat, nearby.
To my surprise, the gentleman called out to me like a friend and made me take the seat.
I realized that i had earned a friend with whom i had not shared a word...whom i might never meet again.
In the next stop, an old man got in and stood next to me. I let him take my seat.

The train was crowded. It was a happy morning.

NANCOMIX #1: 2 ROADS.

 In this one, I wanted to give a subtle touch to the trust and prejudice between people of a society, who are forced to doubt everyone.

Thanks for reading.

#3 "The Way Home" - Movies to remember

GENRE:    Thrill | Laugh | Cry | Shiver | Think | Melt | Yawn

WHAT I SAY:

What a great movie... WOW. There's one thing i hate about the Korean movies i have seen so far. They make you cry and what's worse, you enjoy crying like that...! A very beautiful film about the relationship between a village grandmother and her grandson from the city. The grandma doesn't say a word in the movie and makes you fall in love with her during every minute of the movie. The rebellious mischievous spoilt brat who is forced to stay with his grandma, does everything to cause trouble to her... only to be replied in kindness. In the end, the grandma's love melts the stubborn boy (including the one inside us) that we too write 'I love you' 'I miss you' cards for the grandma... the grandson... and the movie... The film is filled with many comic instances too. Well... i am ready to watch a million similar movies or even the same movie a million times. Grandma/grandpa lovers (that is, all of you out there...) ...Dont miss this...!

RATING:    Worst | Not bad | Okay | Good | Great | Perfect

#2 "Ikiru" - Movies to remember

GONDOLA NO UTA (THE GONDOLA SONG)

"life is brief.

fall in love, maidens

before the crimson bloom

fades from your lips

before the tides of passion

cool within you,

for those of you

who know no tomorrow

life is brief

fall in love, maidens

before his hands

take up his boat

before the flush of his cheeks fades

for those of you

who will never return here

life is brief

fall in love, maidens

before the boat drifts away

on the waves

before the hand resting on your shoulder

becomes frail

for those who will never

be seen here again

life is brief

fall in love, maidens

before the raven tresses begin to fade

before the flame in your hearts

flicker and die

for those to whom today

will never return"

- Isamu Yoshii.

DILEMMA #2 "THE STORY OF AN UNTOLD STORY"

When earth was a plane and sky was a blue dome...

When men called wood and leaves, their sweet home...

At the foot of the cloud-headed mountains of Gaia

Lived a village more splendid than the Greek Arcadia...

Where brawny men toiled for the scent of sweat

And fair women chortled with no sense of regret...

Where children hurtled like a herd of horses

Who sat still only for the story teller's poses...

A grey bearded man who would wing his cloak

While spinning a tale of time as his master-stroke...

A great fabulist of tales of many arcane sorts

Yet his mind was full of deep troubled thoughts...

Like a long smelt flower's aroma is depleted

His stories had lost their charm when repeated.

Is it not possible to immortalize their glamor?

And quell the detached throng's seething murmur...

An untold story was gently reposed in his mind...

A gem whose shine, he would never let be declined.

"A new mystic tale, tomorrow, i will tell" he bellowed

And eloped, content with the curiosity that followed..

They would yodel for the tale that never would be said

And yearn, guessing the color of the petals of his bud.

Euphoric that his story had gained its due eternal charm

He scaled the wild mountain to live a path of harm...

Several winters had left him with a beard of snow

Shudders and wrinkles were gifted for his humble bow

As a second child, his memories soon began to fade

The untold story was forgotten to become a mere shade…

He revisited the village to be welcomed with regale

And sat among the tiny tots to hear his own old tales

His nostalgic mind cherished every story it could hold

But for one, the one story that was never ever told…

Seeing florets more elated than the heads they donned

He could fathom “For this moment, they were all spawned!”

He winced for the story he concealed, out of sheer disdain

For, through memory and mouth his stories still remain!

A bud has been denied its chance to flower...

The austerity of the truth, oh, made him shiver...

A silver tear did cross the brim of his brain...

In search of the untold, his breath left, in vain...

(NOTE: Not a poem... as i dont know any grammar of poetry. Just a musical way of story telling... Criticism and Suggestions are welcome..)