July 2004, Delhi .
in the heat and dust of the Indian Summer.
descended 15 handpicked guys and girls,
from east and west, north and south ,
unaware of the coming twists and twirls.

the first lot came a bit early,
with dreams and hope truckload,
two from east , three from mumbai ,
marking the start of the friendship road

they went to the old city the next day,
eating and drinking(lassi !), merry making,
chatting, joking and sharing a new space,
something new , a bond was in the making

then came the others, july 14,
one by one, some quiet and some roaring,
with twinkle in eyes, smiles on lips,
this story just couldnt have been boring

the evening was spent in hi and hellos,
"where are u from ? " , " me ...."
"ok , great " , blah , blah , blah .
the beginning of a new destiny.

July 15 , a new day , a new start ,
15 graduate trainees and one experienced guy (
really ?)
meeting with the HR and the lunch ,
any price for clip of the session, i'll buy.

first to start was the chotte miyan,
took everyone by surprise, by horns as they say,
talking a bit too much , going to far,
did he spell his doom that very day ?

the evening was anything but dull,
all to the malls , one on money lent,
searching for something to buy, eat in my case,
when two disappeared , suddenly they went.

searching for them proved to be futile,
we frantically called up the guest house,
safe are they , there already, was the answer,
only then did the situation douse

then started the daily sessions in the basement,
some short , some long, struggling to stay awake,
we wrote, scribbled,drew stuff ,
asking questions, all that we could make.

the malls became the daily routine,
awesome crowd, jokes, food and ice cream,
slowly the bond grew stronger, trust deeper,
the start of a brand new dream

then came the nicknames,
chatri, chinki,PCO ki amma,mia
mojo, dalal, jigolo, paaji .
and ofcourse, chotte and badey miyan ,

then there was a bajaj bhai , naju ,
a putr and a pyar,
arvind by his name and same with murali,
marked the breaking of the formal bar.

gayab was the actual ice breaker ,
or should i say it was the scene?
antara mali and the water hose....
1 girl asking 5 guys, what it mean?

the questions were embarassing,
the answers all of us avoided,
little did we all know,
which question was coming ahead?

those who remember that one,
will know the moment they read this,
voluteering to drop her there,
all thet could say , was a mere hiss.

some of the best times spent,
were during meals at the table,
eating, sharing, helping each other,
that time was no less than a fable .

the hurry to have breakfast,
the lunch being a welcome break,
eating so much the whole day ,
even dinner too we could take .

I wrote this poem on food as part of my class assignment , sitting in class with all the possible noise around me in a 60 mins deadline..






Food



From east to west and north to south

The symbol of hunger is one from hand to mouth



Burger King and McDonalds has fuelled American food rise

Adding to the world’s growing waist size !



The French rule the world with their champagne and wine

Who doesn’t want a small drink before they sit and dine?



Where Lasagna and pastas are the Italian way of life

Mexican pita bread and beans can be had with both hand and knife



While the Chinese and Japanese prefer chowmein and noodles

The Koreans prefer tofu, soup and poodles !



The whole world drools over spicy Indian curry,

Food that’s made with love and care, and not in hurry.



Among bloodshed, violence and world ill at ease,

I feel food is the bond which can bring us peace



A great thing has happened in history,

Oh My GOD, I have started writing poetry !











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