Sex...seeds....ideas...

Excerpt from "Mr. GOD, This is Anna" by Fynn

" I got the idea that she was trying to put over. All the universe has got a sex-like quality about it. It is seminal and productive at the same time. The seeds of words produce ideas. The seed of ideas produce goodness knows what. The whole blessed thing is male and female at one and the same time. In fact, the whole thing is pure sex, or made it selfconscious and called it Sex. But that was or own fault, wasn't it?"

A day in the life of Saurabh Chaturvedi

Phase I:
Today something abnormal happen with me. May be most of the people will be not agreeing with me. After long time, I slept in afternoon..... I still can't remember, when this strange phenomenon happens to me last..... But today, on auspicious day of Saturday, this lightening bolt named as sleep, strikes me effortlessly and I just find strange calmness in its laps.
Its not easy, but I achieve this state of unconsciousness for four hours. A feat which I am always going to be proud of, though its happen so naturally. This natural phenomenon doesn't happen in so simple way as it seems. I have given enough preparation by getting all curtains down, putting fan on and then gone under cozy layer of blanket which seems to me like snow flakes on leaves of chiner.

Phase II:
In state of this strange phenomenon, my phone as my savior, pulls me out to the real world. And by six, I am ready for my good night. No ... No ... No ... not for sleep dear, but for the Bangalore Habba. At last, I got a pass for it. Evening starts with Pt. Shivkumar Sharma. With first sound of santoor, it gives me feeling of ice which melts down with first ray of sun to add a drop to a river. Each santoor wave, make me suave like leaves with zephr.
Next in line is fashion show and this is time for give some food for surviving. Nice gamut of food is arrange in food court. This time beer and wine also on sale. To satisfy my appetite, I fall for akki roti and Jolarade roti oota. After nice music, its nice food which makes soul and body in synch and that's heavenly feeling I have after having the food.
Now, its time for "String". Yup, you guess it right, "That Pakistani band who recorded track for spiderman". They really make the crowd freak with there soft and rock numbers. Crowd is just moving with them, as if Strings are just touch each individual heart strings. Best part is, I have heard not a single number except sometimes, one or two tracks, which I catched on television. And then also, I am able to sing with them. Lyrics are automatically creating in my volatile mind.
After rocking for an hour its time for some calmness as mid night is falling and temperature is falling down too..... Its time to remember Allah Hoo. Sufi music sets down on stage. This is really icing on the cake for night. All hit songs of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan are chosen for dawning the beautiful night. Its nice to enjoy such contrast- Strings to Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan with just ten minutes of gap.
Each day has to end for lay down path for another brand new day, So this too. Bye Saturday.... Hope, I can see you again. Though, I know its not possible.............

HumKhayaal

HumKhayaal Khayaal means thoughts. People who understands your thoughts become your "HumKhayaal".

There is always a first time

I am sitting in zero g with my friends, and just before we left that place... DJ put one song, whose only line I am able to comprehend is " There is always a first time". And this just strike me like ten thousand lightening storms. And result of this storm taken a shape of poem. So true in itself, "there is always a first time". Isn't it?

There is always a first time

first time of love,

first time of betray.

first time of light,

first time of dark.

there is always a first time.....

first time of smile,

first time of cry.

first time of innocence,

first time of vile.

there is always a first time.....

first time of normalcy,

first time of absurdity.

first time of perfect,

first time of abstract.

first time of egotism,

first time of self pride.

there is always a first time.....

the first hug,

the first parting away.

the first tears of joy,

the first tears of cry.

there is always a first time.....

the first sense of individuality,

the first sense of dependency.

the first sense of a free bird,

the first sense of constraints.

There is always a first time.....

Tumhari Amrita

Today, atlast, i am able to fullfill one of my wish which is getting stronger with the time..... six years..."Tumhari Amrita" yehi naam hai meri us wish ka....

This is the play based on english play where characters just set on the stage and read down there letters..... just plain letters... Are they really plain???

This play is story of intense unfullfilled love ( one sided , though Amrita deny this.... but thats the reality). It clearly depicts how intense a woman can love..... and how dumb or I should say how comfortably man can make himself ignorant of such toranado of feelings.... It portrays shades of woman who just want love.... And idiot man never understand it and always given excuses of constraint for denial .... but gets what he wants..... Its depict a person's dynamicism and same time comfortable adaptablity of other..... It depicts thirty five years of emotions wrapped in mist waiting for ray of sun.... just one ray of sun.....

Yehi hai mere vicharoein ki "Tumhari Amrita".......