Sunday, March 01, 2026

Meri noni

 

Tu hafta ja ya bas din bita

Tujhe utna hi maine miss kiya

Gaadi me tere gaane sune

Man me tere kisse bune


Jab akela pada to yaad kar liya

Sab kaam uske baad kar liya


Log birthday manate hain

Sath ghoomne jate hain

Ya paas aa jate hain

Ye door jana kaisa

Tareeka hua bhala

Special banne ka

Ki main to India chala


Wah re ishq mere

Zara samjha ye mujhe

Ke mere bina

Kahin kya milna hai tujhe

Monday, June 12, 2023

See you downstairs

 I can hear you going to the washroom
Then you will walk down the stairs
Then come and sit on the couch with me
Try to lock eyes in a stare

You might come in for a hug
To rest your chin on my shoulder there
And breath in from the pocket of air
Between my shoulder and hair

And I’ll say I love you
And you’ll say I love you too
And we’ll breath
Underneath

Each others’ sheath
Of hair and noses
My pocketful of cozies
I love you

Friday, June 24, 2022

Hey, what's wrong?

 Hey, what's wrong?

Well, something is up

There's not a moment of rest anymore

There's hardly a moment of being together

without something to solve or a test anymore


Hey, what's wrong?

Do you feel it too?

I know you do, maybe you think it's all me

But I'm in the same boat as you, rowing too

We're both rowing together in the relentless sea


Hey, what's wrong?

Are you feeling heard at all?

I'm trying, I'm here, I'm really trying to hear

I see your lips move, and I hear the sound too

But not sure I'm hearing all there is to hear


Hey, listen to me

We're together, all alone

There's fog, there's waves, and twists and turns

Could you sit for a bit near me and quit

rowing, start flowing, and hold me tight on the turns


Hey, I know

There's more I could do

So more I shall do, trust me will you?

It's not me, it's not you, it's us against the problem

Take a bit of rest, before it's cock-a-doodle-do!

Thursday, April 14, 2022

Annu te chicky

T:

Ye aisa nahi hai ki upar wale ne

Jodiyan bana ke bheji hain

Baat ye hai ki usne humein

Jitna ho saka paka ke

Zindagiyan dedi hain


P:

Aur pyaar nahi hota 

lakeero pe chal ke

Jodidaar dhoondh pana

Pyaar hota hai ek duje ke

Ingredients check kar ke

Pakwan poora banana


P:

Aisa pakwan hamare saamne hai aaj

Aparajita aur Anurag

T:

Pan parag, pan masala,

Pan parag


T:

Is pakwan me chicky

Sorry chick pea ka aatta hai


P:

Chick pea se ek sher yaad aa gaya

Ye mahine bhar ke chole jo tum bana jate ho

Ye mahine bhar ke chole jo tum bana jate ho

Kya fir se bana doge


T:

Ye meri mummy ko bade ache lage ye batao

Ye meri mummy ko bade ache lage ye batao

Zindagi bhar banane ki pagaar kitni loge


T:

Acha is pakwaan me

padti hai kali mirch lahsun aur jeera

Aap likh ke le lo ladka heera hai heera


P:

Are mirchi se bhi sher yaad aa gaya


Oof oof mirchi haaye haaye mirchi

Oof oof mirchi haaye haaye mirchi

Mil ke kya na kar daalein

Jab chole me pad jaaye mirchi 🌶 

Oof oof mirchi haaye haaye mirchi


T:

Fir namak

Bhaiya namak ki kami

Yahan na honi kabhi

Jo life force namak se aata hai

Wo ye lati hai, thoda ye le aata hai


Aise life ka namak hota hai

Memes, bhujiya, aur chai

Thoda bahar se le aayein

Thoda ghar me banayein


P:

Are bhujiya se sher yaad aa gaya

Jab tak rahega samose me aalu

Jab tak rahega samose me aalu

Ladka bhujiya addict hai supply rakhein chalu


T:

Ek balance hai is jodi me

Sass hai badass hai

plan bhi hai aur paagalpan bhi

Ek balance hai is jodi me


P:

ye girne lage

to wo thaam leta hai

wo yuhi kude jaye

to isse aaraam leta hai


T:

Ek ke josh ko

Dusra zubaan deta hai

Wo uske tuntune ka, wo uski awaz ka

Poora kaam leta hai


P:

Gin na pao itni hain is ladki me

Logon me ek ya do khoobi hoti hai

Ye gaati hai art banati hai generally machati hai

Kabhi delft me, kabhi dreft me doobi hoti hai


T:

Dishes se yaad aaya,

wo jo humne abhi pakwaan banaya

Usme shadi ka garam garam tel daal ke

Mast fry kar ke pakaya


P:

Aise hui ye dish taiyyaar

Taste, texture, spice optimum


T:

Dosh ka naam?

Of course Poppadom

Saturday, September 11, 2021

A tale of two teachers

What makes a teacher memorable?

Why must a teacher even be memorable?

What's the job of a teacher? Is it to ensure that the subject matter they are teaching gets communicated clearly, at least for the moment that they tried to parcel it into your brain? Or is it something grander, something supposedly more meaningful than merely getting the subject matter across?

I'll separate my answer to the above in two broad categories, which largely corresponds to the two different kinds of teacher I've met in my life.

Now, it doesn't mean that a teacher can only be one of the two. Far from it. The greatest ones are those who combine the two qualities into a single whole, and change their students' lives in the process.

The first thing that a teacher must do, and it is rather table stakes for a teacher, is to get the pedagogical job done. In other words, what they teach, you must understand. Now, the student has a big role to play in this too, but the teacher's most basic level of success depends squarely on whether what they teach you do understand.

As basic as that sounds, there is still a long road to mastery for this style of teaching. Someone who is great at this, understands the mind of the student. They understand the nook and crannies inside the student's mind where logical fallacies reside, they can estimate the mental jumps that the median student in their class can manage to make, and they are deeply familiar with the correlation between the specific points of complexity in the subject matter, and the specific gaps in logic that those will lead to in the student's mind.

This teacher, one whom I have known and studied Math from previously, is a master of the subject, and a master at mapping that subject matter to the median child's mind in a way that leaves no gaps in logic and understanding.

In the words of Parker J. Palmer, this teacher has successfully blended the Subject and the Student into their teaching style.

If you've ever been taught by someone like this, then you'll probably remember them fondly, and with a certain respect for how they brought clarity about the subject into your mind.

But there's another level of remembrance that I've experienced for another teacher. And you might have had a teacher in your own life who made you feel that way too. The feeling I'm talking about is something that goes beyond respect for their teaching, and beyond the feeling of awe that you might have felt at one point for an awesome teacher who was a master of their subject matter.

Some teachers have a way, not only of helping you understand something, but also of making you feel understood. Someone who accepts you, who opens a door for you to come in with all of your flaws and all of your ignorance, and makes you feel seen.

I've had such a teacher, and I'm infinitely grateful for having had them in my life. Which doesn't really make sense, if you think about it. I mean, it's really not the teacher's stated job to make an impact on you beyond getting the subject matter across to you clearly, efficiently and effectively. But that's the thing about this second kind of teacher, they don't keep in the stated job lane on the pedagogical highway.

Granted that, as a student, your primary motivation for even sitting in a classroom is the learning objective that the teacher has promised to achieve with you. That they will not only teach the subject matter well, but that they will teach it well in a way that's tailored for you. And that's where most ideas of pedagogical excellence stop, because even that first kind of teacher is unbelievably hard to find.

But there's an elephant in the classroom that this idea of pedagogical excellence is completely ignoring. As Parker J. Palmer will tell you, this idea of teaching excellence completely ignores the most important element in the act of teaching: the teacher themselves.

The first kind of teacher successfully melded the Student, and the Subject, into a singular whole, but the second kind of teacher, the one who made you feel seen and understood and accepted, successfully melded themselves, the Teacher, as well into the equation. By bringing themselves, and their experiences, and their personality, identity and vulnerability, into the hot thought cauldron that is a classroom, they are able to affect not only your mind, but also your heart. They fill not only the logic gaps in your brain, but the much more meaningful, much more impactful on your growth, and the much more personal, psychological gaps in your heart.

That shared vulnerability, the personality that they put on display in front of a room full of students, is what pulls vulnerability out of you as well, and makes for the most memorable teacher-student moments you may have ever experienced in your life.

That’s what makes for the most memorable teacher. What you get from them is much beyond the subject matter, and later in life, the feelings they unlocked in those shared moments of vulnerability in the classroom, is what you will remember when you think of them.

Not the fact that they taught you Chemistry, and despite no matter how much more you may like Math over Chemistry.

Sunday, May 03, 2020

Love

I wouldn’t have known
And nothing could’ve taught
Me what to call love
And what to not

I would’ve gone on
Miserable or mindless
Hysterical or hapless
Forever if you hadn’t, I guess,

Barged into my court
With a smile and a question
And made me and my poems
Your own without correction 

I like to think I was broken
Just as I know you were
But that’s just me
Romanticizing my hurt

I was blank, unwritten
Barely literate, barely smitten
I hadn’t experienced love
I hadn’t been bitten

Like I am now
Like an uncultured ape
Who found a princess
And his mouth agape

When you gave me your all,
Entrusted me with yourself
That’s when I grew
Up and I could tell

The difference between
My infatuations and love
That’s when I knew
I was a frog in a well

I had only ever fallen
 in love with myself
Only ever smelt
What I wanted to smell

And then be surprised
Hysterical, miserable
When it wouldn’t turn out
The way I foretell

And you, you put your everything
In a box and shipped it to me
You told me you were mine
Forever in heaven or hell

And I knew, 
I knew what I’d never
I knew love,
I knew being together

“You are mine as I am yours”
To feel it alone is nothing at all
But in the sharing of that belief
is what I know as love, that’s all

Saturday, March 14, 2020

O’ my fair bespoke one

Little woke one
Bespoke one
O’ my fair
Dear dope one
There’s a truth in your loving glance

Never going slow
Ever glowing so
My fierce lady
Love your MO
There’s a light in your fighting stance

Dig your gig
Supersonic Mig
No small talk
Let’s talk big
There’s a sword fight in your romance

Saturday, February 16, 2019

Lights about me

Is it something to do with silence?
Or is it the dark outside?
Why do I often find myself
In these nights about me

Maybe if you were awake
I'd tell you an old story
Watching clothes dry in the wind
Swaying tights about me

Instead your empty coffee cup
And a straw that touched your lips
Are my silent company tonight
With distant lights about me


Thursday, October 25, 2018

What is Love?

Nobody can be perfect
But some bonds
Between atoms 
with complementary
Valence electrons

What counts is not
How much you have
But who has 
What you don't and
What you have to have

You are useless alone
You dunno how to do shit
But the two of you
Will figure it out
If your valency fit

Friday, September 07, 2018

Some days,

I am a brute
Grunting through my brutish day
Breaking them stones with my might,
That I pick up and carry through the night

And some days,

I am poetry in motion
Spinning on their heels, my burdens, they
Jump at me and I lift them high
To glory that carries me through the night

Friday, August 31, 2018

Aida

Moana of Motunui
Got a gooey
Sticky icky
Chocolate on her
Mouth and hands

Kung fu panda
Really planned a
Whack attack
On broccoli and
All the plants

Peppa pig
Got so sick
Of defeats in car seats
She made herself
A house in sands

Miguel rivera
Bashed forever
The piano, this li’l soprano
She screams and kicks
If you try to change her pants

Monday, July 25, 2016

Chal ek naav bana lein

Chal tu aur main
Ek naav bana lein,
Is barasti barsaat se
Apni chhanv bana lein
Chal ek naav bana lein

Itna hai shor har taraf
Sannata ek sava paav bana lein
Sath pani me chhap chhap
Karne ka chaav bana lein
Chal ek naav bana lein

Kuch tere la kuch mere hon
Milke saanjha ek ghaav bana lein
PACH pahunch jaayein kisi tarah
Pani pe chalne wala paanv bana lein
Chal ek naav bana lein

Monday, July 04, 2016

She loves him, and she can't believe it

She wouldn't have thought it possible, but there he was, with his naked bum on the toilet seat, rambling on about the amazing smell of his own processed waste. And she was cracking up with moist eyes.

She hadn't been an emotional person for years, nor had she been one to crack up in that time frame. She had seen the worst, been through it all with her head held high, brushed off the dirt, covered her bruises and kept walking. She hid her pains, she hid her loss, she hid her eyes, and she walked on like it was nobody else's damn business.

You know how you fall once and you get up straight and it takes courage but you jump into the world again. That's not what happened. What happened was that she was smashed into pieces, and left to pick it all up and remake herself from scratch. Which she did, but it told her one thing. That she was not allowed to be happy. That good things happened only to other people. That joy is a debt you have to repay with tears. She was so lost and she was so alone and she had a bag full of old pieces that she could not fit inside her heart again.

Sympathy is a horrible thing. You sympathize with someone you do not understand. When you sympathize, you automatically separate the person from you, creating this position of superiority for yourself from whence to look down upon them. And you throw pity to them like you throw food to the dogs. In a sense, you feel sympathy because you want to feel superior, and you don't have the belly for empathy. And she cleansed her surroundings from all that tried to sympathize with her. She tore apart the last shred of pity she or anyone else had for her, and she marked her territory with the tail of a fiery lioness.

How do you define success? Is it the number on your pay slip? The number of people who report to you? The fear in your competitor's eyes? The love from people who work for you? The difference you make everyday in others' lives? Is it the revenue your company makes? Or is it the explosive growth you drive? Maybe even a combination of everything above? No, success is no absolute, it's what you define in your life to be. And just after a few years of really trying, that remained the only way in which she wasn't successful. She gave everything she had to her work, without counting what she received or what she gave away. She earned it all, and she gave it all away. With something tugging at her heart that she was yet to find true meaning. She was yet to realize the dream she was meant to fulfill.

He didn't just walk in one day wearing a cape and tight overpants. No, he walked in pretty lost in his own world, looking up only when needed, talking to you like you were now under his debt, parsing only his name when in a room full of chatter. That was the first impression anyway. Turns out he could write, even rhyme, and did open his heart when in a gathering of amateur poets. Turns out she would end up sharing her dreams, her deepest self, and her entire life with him. A jigsaw of broken pieces came together, and formed a whole. With repercussions far beyond her sophisticated imagination, extending all the way to narcissistic ramblings about processed human waste. God has his ways.

She wasn't cracking up because it was funny, but because she was just happy. And her eyes were moist because she couldn't believe she could feel this way.

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

A Day of Disappointments

It doesn't take failure
to ruin a day

All it takes
is too much expectation

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Mitli

ek nagar se nagar naya
ek se badhkar qile gaya
haathi dekhe geedad dekhe
nadi ke pani tale gaya

duniya ke sab kate chakkar
karne man ki akkar bakkar
ko shant nahi koi baandh mila
main agni ko chadh bhale gaya

jab chakkar aaya ulta ghooma
chakkar chakrane chala namuna
aisa zoron palat gira
ke aankhon mein andhera nira

aur haath wo aaya, halka komal
khada kiya mujhe zameen pe samtal
sthir tha mera yaar sang mere
charon oor tha ghume bhootal

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

jabse pyaar mila hai

ashaant mann ko mere
thamne ka kagaar mila hai
ek paak chehre ki kaaya
me wo aasaar mila hai

baayein hath ke adhoore chaand
ko daayan chhayadaar mila hai
pagle daayein dimag ko
baayan samajhdaar mila hai

tujhko jaise mere naap
ki razai sa sila hai
tujhko tere naap ka vaisa
mujhme bistar mila hai

ad jayein to jhuk jaye sarkaar
hum collector, ye duniya zila hai
hud hud dabangg dabangg hud hud dabangg dabangg
apne dum se har takhta hila hai

socho jo ek hokar
jawab har baar mila hai
ye mujrim kaid me khush hai
ise aisa thanedaar mila hai

ahenkaar ki haar hui itna
ishq khunkhaar mila hai
khoyi ruh ko ab hai karaar
aisa mujhe yaar mila hai

Sunday, June 05, 2016

I miss you, friend

Hey complicated friend,
how’s your complicated life?
How’s your weird, pure mind
Does it ever rewind?

Hello, good friend,
I’ve missed you now and then
I’ve missed your computer
I’ve missed your room

Do you remember mangal?
1? 2? 11…
You remember watching,
Akele hum akele tum?

I got married and all
You would’ve been surprised
And yet you would’ve not
Bet you would’ve philosophized

It wasn’t your fault,
that we didn’t do robotics,
it wasn’t your fault,
that we did nothing at all

Let’s blame it on the times,
and my cruel arrogance
My planet-sized ego,
wanted nothing if not all

Tuesday, May 03, 2016

If you're a bird, I'm a bird


It's a different feeling,
To feel another heart in you
To feel laughter on your neck
Another breath on your chest
To fill up with something, and fall silent
To think of your entire life as leading up to this moment
To feel the combined force of a past well lived,
a present warm and soft,
and a future of possibilities, in one embrace
To behave like mad lunatics in public,
making an occasional old lady smile,
and whisper to her old husband.
To crave for more time,
more hours in a day,
more brain cycles to talk about things
To talk of friends, and childhood,
and being lonely weirdos,
and touch noses.
It's a different feeling to be married.


Thursday, October 15, 2015

Adarsh Baalak

Life has been weird lately.
Reaching office on time morning after morning seems a bit out of place somehow, but I can't quite seem to place it.
Maybe it's the wholesome breakfast, the timely lunch, or the way I comb my hair straight and smooth these days.
Oh well, we shall ponder over it later, time for my evening walk right now.
*ties shoelaces properly*