tagalo

Yesterday realized my understanding of the word ‘tagalo’ was a bit different. Confidently few days back posted the meaning of the word tagalo. Ahem ahem. Ok. Thought it meant …’lets go’ in Filipino. However…. That isn’t so. So, tagalo is the official language of Manila, Philipinnes. It is a mixture of Spanish, Sanskrit and Malay [Malaysian not malayam] language.

red rock

* so you can imagine the last post was inspired by this post. ofcourse the colours dont match. but nevertheless. [ok. i am definitely my sense of sensibilities]

Tagalo jipnee!

My 2nd day in Manila, Filipine and I have found my new love interest. You shall find it’s photograph tomorrow once I click it. Unfortunately as I’d been walking down the road I did not get much opportunity to click pictures.

[last few weeks have been quite catastrophic. Hence I’m trying to be a bit more careful and aware of my surroundings. And well the problem is, it only gets catastrophic once I’m out of my hometown!!.
1st Kolkata. Found a crazy woman [who I had no choice but to work with] aged 60 or above who just would not stop talking! 7 am she would be standing in front of my room to take touring around Kolkata {dude!! Please understand. This is 7, yes..please read my lips… SEVEN a.m. .. and I have no freaking interest in running around town in my jumpers!} well result was. End of the week. Backache. Headache. Stomachache. Brain ache. And most earache. I think my B.P. definitely crossed 500!
2nd. Hyderabad. Well. Well. Well. One of my favourite cities. Thanks to the yum hyderabadi biryani’s [to die for] but..however…. people decide to take their own sweet time..just like our lovable PNB’s [Abb. For a bank which I donot really endorse with, but not wanting to get into legal matters by openly criticizing a brand, I stick to abbr.s]. scheduled meeting a week before of 11.30 am ended up meeting the black glassed loon …5.30 p.m. well. Result. Arghhhh [could not even scream]. Ended up giving a toothy grinny fluttery smile with added BP crossing 1000. and well end of the week. Result. I was bedridden.
Well. Got back home somehow. Thought to myself. What could be worse. ..naaa..nothing.

Well then.
3rd. Mumbai. Another favourite party city of mine. Catching with all crazy friends of mine. Everything seemed fine and smooth. Until 9th of April 2008 10.30 am. Went flying off the ground while admiring grey coloured skies pasted with ugly mucky buildings [I really wonder why in the world would I admire Mumbai skies!!].. well it so happened I got hit by a car. And this is classical. Okay. The person happens to be my closest friend who definitely has no sense of vision. Well no matter how much she insists I insist too. So while im admiring the sky and she decides to take her car out of the parking lot. She first decides to make me fly. And when I open my eyes to see what exactly happened I see the pretty orange coloured bumper which just could not decide whether to go forward or backward. So, next reaction. This is it. Result. I am still recovering from the bruises and shock of absence!

4th Hong Kong. I reach HK on the 14th. Everything fine and smooth. 20th April I am meant to leave HK for Manila. 19th April, the weather decides to have a cyclone which has not hit this place in the last 45 years. Brilliant. What could be better.

5th Manila. I am in love with a Jeepnee. And nothing . touchwood has occurred. Think I need to make some spiritual visits across India. What say. Any suggestions.]

Now mystery to be unsolved. Jipnee. Who the hell is that. Or more so what the hell is that. Jeepnee. Jeep. Its like the phat phat we have in India but definitely thousand times more attractive. Very very ghetto. And tomorrow, I promise to post a picture of this freaky object!
Till then
Tagalo…cia

falling angels

5 little angels. sit at the crossroads of a pathway. hoping someone would look towards them. wave..smile.. and give them a penny or so. they jump everytime the light goes red they jump onto their tiny feet, scrub the car windshields, flash a bright smile and bring out their small little muddied hands.. hoping something would be placed. a penny or so.
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every morning they wake with the first breaking of sun rays, strech their little arms, dont brush their teeth, but brush their hair, wash their face, eat something what their mommy gives them and run to the pathway. it's new day!
another day to earn a penny or so.
another day to work.
yippie.
but hey ..i too sometimes want to eat that choco with that little girl in the car sits and eats. but i wonder why, she cries. i should be crying. i am the one who is not eating that choco! silly little girl. tch. tch.
so now they go running with their other little friends. time to play. so what if there is mud. so what there is the sun. so what if there is dirt. so what there are running cars! that is my playground and the rushing cars my toys!
hah. does anyone have such big cars as their toys . well we do. too bad nobody ever noticed.
well time to run to work. to playground. time to play.
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falling 5 little angels.
sit on the corner.
nod their little heads.
wave their little muddied hands.
dance to their own tune.
say hello to the world.
say hello to the rushing cars.
say hello to the loud horns.
say hello to the mud.
say hello to the wind.
say hello to the sun.
say hello to you.
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you and i

well i sit myself in a myraid of thoughts and wonder what next. well there is alot more to write alot more to say and alot more to express. yet i end up sitting and thinking. maybe writing too. however, just words fall and place themselves where they have to and the others just wander around.
ducks, swans, parrots, flocks fly from one destination to another. well some dont fly but walk. however, they migrate. i watch them fly over my car roof as i drive to work and wonder..where next. however, no reply. they continue to fly with no voice no freedom no thought. just duty. they fly. they are meant to fly. they are obeyed to. destined to.
green light.
its my time to drive by.

Inshallah

Some people work and become wealthy, Others do the same and remain poor.
Marraige fills one with energy. Another it drains. Don't trust ways.
They change. A means flails about like a donkey's tail. Always add the gratitude clause, if God wills. Then proceed.
You maybe leading a donkey no, a goat, no, who can tell? We sit in a dark pit
and think we're home. We pass around delicacies, Poisoned bait. You think this
is preachy double-talk? Those who donot breathe the God willing phrase live in a collective blindness. Rubbing their eyes in the dark, they ask, "Who's there?"

......Rumi

Walking the highway

Walking on the highway, where the cars rush by, the trucks gruntle and the scooties cry out loud. The lights tremble and shiver with the chill of the flashing sparks...hoping the flash would dim a little and let the spark be alot more gentler.

However, nothing happens. I keep walking and the light keeps travelling. Different sounds, different voices, different beliefs forming a new perceptual revelation.

I keep walking.