Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.”

― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable lightness of Being

The great writer is right. I was writing in my notebook, have not met my teacher for almost 30 years, my school friend for almost 30 years, a dear friend for 18 years, the best assignment is 10 years  old, will never meet my father again…

Am I living in the past? No, have no expectations, these are my best memories and experiences, its a longing of ourselves we have lost..

Good night dear friends! I believe in miracles, who knows might meet some of them again 🙂

Have a lovely day!

Love, Suresh

Every day poems..

My Mother, my friend :

My mother likes sweets

Needless to say for Diabetes

She rips me apart

For the television is off

I can’t help much

She works hard

Takes care of us all

My mother rips me apart

Small price for anxiety and yeah, Diabetes

We cannot do without her

She is the only one who calls..

I think about you my friend

How is your degree’s serving

Your friendly queens

The purple dress and polka dots

Did the con man give a new success tip

How’s the children?

I have none

I look upto you beauty queen

I look up inside

I  find my mother

For she is the only one who calls

She takes care of me and brother

Yeah, she rips me apart

My mother, my friend…

The work:

I work hard

Hard as a labourer

Mind as a monk

I see my brother sick

I see my mother work

I must work hard

Hard as a labourer

Mind as a monk

It is my only salvation

” The breath and work ”

Yes, the young for now

Yes work hard

Hard as a labourer

Mind as a Monk.

Those who know

Swear by me

I love them

For they hung my

Broken stellar ship and

Beautiful tatterred waters

Yes work hard

Hard as a labourer

Mind as a monk

Right beauty queen..

Did they tell you about me ..

My stellar workmanship , my compass..

The Drive:

I drive and can’t park

Side ways and most ways

I drive every day

Every traffic signal

Breaks my heart

I see poor and crippled

I search for ten rupees

To make some one’s day

The poor’s salvation

” Is to beg ? ”

Where is the mercy my sweet lord?

I drive broken

I have a picture of you

It hangs on my mobile

I watch the picture

It sweetens my drive

I do it every day

How would you remember

My beauty queen

I live the simple life

I live the simple road

Yes, don’t know to park

My friend said ” You don’t ride five gear don’t you ..”

I am no great driver

My heart and my mind is for poor

My heart and mind is for those who suffer

Right beauty queen

Did the friendly bee whisper this

Did the night owl forewarn you

Did the success hero suggest a new bible

” Read this and you will be Michael angelo ”

Right my friend

Come my way

Come on a drive

The traffic signal and cows

The heart in a heartless street

Come, Come..

“The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity. The fears are paper tigers. You can do anything you decide to do. You can act to change and control your life; and the procedure, the process is its own reward.”
―  Amelia Earhart

Good night friends! I remember this today and may you have a lovely day!

Love, Suresh

Saturdays something to look forward..

Saturdays look forward to some favorite pastimes biking and spending time in the stadium. I cannot visit temple for another week as someone in the  family as left for heavenly abode. So went for a bike ride around 7 am and my route is pretty much set. I had a moment of horror on one of the narrow bridges. A big car came racing towards me, me just stood on my bike ( cycle) helplessly, the driver realised his mistake and smiled and waved at me. I waved him back. Thank fully the rich have heart and dignity. I enjoy simple pleasures of life very much Bike ride, running in stadium, playing football, playing badminton, reading a book. My love life is non existent. Sundays my mother keeps me busy. Week days have work and after that can only lie on bed flat like Donald Duck or listen to a song or look around curiously like a Calvin & Hobbes character.

Yes have written down in my notebook , ten situations and experiences which include people who make me happy unconditionally : my teacher, my class mate, my best ever executive, my late father, my cousin, Amazon ( best assignment), my long lost doctor friend, my few freinds and well wishers, my manager and my two uncles. I like them unconditionally and remember them in my week days. Even though end up as Donald Duck. That is because of driving. Ola Cabs you are welcome to hire me.

Saturdays make me happy, am back to my normal self, carefree and happy , No am no lout 🙂

My mother has given me a new assignment on Saturdays too, never mind..

Have a lovely day dear friends!

Love, suresh

How I wish..

Iam in a happy space and shared my experience in earlier post.I am learning everyday from young. The determination. The unquestionable talent. The exemplary commitment. I wish could have some balance in my personal life. I think must stop the struggle and wish to float. I have to do so many things, the house, the partner, the ancestral house….

I think will stop the personal struggle and float. ” When I stop struggling, I float. It is the law ” The picture says. I so wish, need some help..

I leave you with a quote of a master, Remember, Remember then..

” Remember to always acknowledge Suresh.”

― George Washington

It is entirely possible 🙂

Good night friends! Hope you have a lovely day!

Love, Suresh

The young and bright..

The young inspire me had shared in earlier post. The good student has always been my hero. There is a certain purity in intellect that hints on supraconsciousness. May be because they are not tested by vagaries of time. May be not. Never mind the young mind is the brave mind, the young mind is revolutionary in its scale. If it finds a focus, a compass then they can truly soar, no galaxy is short for their flight. I believe in young. I believe in force of the untainted mind. The mind with no motives but only excellence. I have always tried to give a little flight to young, little faith to young so they truly fly. I am doing my bit with young interns from India’s best management schools : IIM -A  and IIM -C. I believe its going to be a happy memory of my life, something to look forward fondly to, before then few pictures with the brave new world..

Rajat and me. Rajat has a heart in start ups, comic software and he is prone to say ” You do not understand the plight of a fat man” while having coke,  he is just wonderful and bright..

Rajat, me and Namrata. Namrata is fantastically logical and is a daughter, every parent would be proud of, brilliant and into sports.

One more with bright duo..

Rahul, me and Namrata. Rahul likes movies and sleeping and that when he is not brilliant..

One more with talented duo..

All right, Namrata is from IIM -C and Rahul from IIM -A..

Rajat is from IIM -C and so is Namrata

I have learnt from them it is not just talent or IQ which is important, but also exemplary commitment and team spirit..

Yes they are the best and will shine as bright stars in time to come, ofcourse as always me would look back fondly..

Yes,  The brainstorming  have been special

If I give them a little flight, little faith, little belief, they will be unstoppable and me would have done my bit..

Happy times 🙂

Goodnight friends! Hope you too give little flight to the young..

Love, Suresh

Happy memories

Teachers : Leonard Cohen

I met a woman long ago
her hair the black that black can go,
Are you a teacher of the heart?
Soft she answered no.

I met a girl across the sea,
her hair the gold that gold can be,
Are you a teacher of the heart?
Yes, but not for thee.

I met a man who lost his mind
in some lost place I had to find,
follow me the wise man said,
but he walked behind.

I walked into a hospital
where none was sick and none was well,
when at night the nurses left
I could not walk at all.

Morning came and then came noon,
dinner time a scalpel blade
lay beside my silver spoon.

Some girls wander by mistake
into the mess that scalpels make.
Are you the teachers of my heart?
We teach old hearts to break.

One morning I woke up alone,
the hospital and the nurses gone.
Have I carved enough my Lord?
Child, you are a bone.

I ate and ate and ate,
no I did not miss a plate, well
How much do these suppers cost?
We’ll take it out in hate.

I spent my hatred everyplace,
on every work on every face,
someone gave me wishes
and I wished for an embrace.

Several girls embraced me, then
I was embraced by men,
Is my passion perfect?
No, do it once again.

I was handsome I was strong,
I knew the words of every song.
Did my singing please you?
No, the words you sang were wrong.

Who is it whom I address,
who takes down what I confess?
Are you the teachers of my heart?
We teach old hearts to rest.

Oh teachers are my lessons done?
I cannot do another one.
They laughed and laughed and said, Well child,
are your lessons done?
are your lessons done?
are your lessons done?

– Leonard Cohen, Teachers, Songs of Leonard Cohen 1967

I have some  happy memories. They make me happy for no reason. Some people whom love unconditionally for no reason. They make very happy for no reason. My father, My teacher, long lost friend, my cousin brother, my work and my school. Perhaps my greatest ambition was to be a student. I had no other longing or ambition. I am doing my  bit with three management interns from IIM -A  and IIM-C. Iam  delighted. So a picture from my school, school mate had posted it on social media..

This is a school pictue. That is my dear teacher in between. I love all teachers and my class teacher in this picture is the most beloved teacher of my life. I studied in this school for only two years. But the teacher is the most beloved teacher of all time. My class mate had told me meeting our teachers again would be heaven. I couldn’t agree more. Where did my class mate vanish ? For my class mate is beloved memory too. Did she get lost in debris of motivated feedback? Who has met me? Never mind. This is 1984 and look like hell, fourth from back row, counted from right. Never mind. I  miss my dear departed friend Milind, extreme left last row. Life comes with no guarantees. I miss him. He had cried one day for me. I miss him.

This is a happy memory,  my beloved teacher, my class mates, all whom loved, still do..

This is a happy memory with my cousin. Iam inspired by him as always. I always looked upto young and loved the old. Strangely, may be my biggest longing was to be a student. My cousin is one of the finest students have met in my life. He has a heart of gold. I think my professional goals are okay, hope to achieve my longing of being student…

I have other happy memories in work, people whom am inspired by, my caring two friends who have been incredibly generous and kind and my dear father.

As for those who say, and say, and say, can I know what and who ?

Forget the naysayers, this is my most happy memories, 1984 School, my teacher and my recent trip with my cousin..

Thank god for small mercies, have memories to plug for happiness, incredible happiness..:)

Stay happy and may your heart have seeds of love as the great Khalil Gibran wrote in a poem, always..

Love, Suresh

A city and broken connect

I haven’t been regular on blog. I have been away. Sometimes working and sometimes plain exhausted. My friends mom had reminded me ” work is most important thing for us.” I want to marry work, health, good relationships and blog. The maddening ambition sometimes give me a sick taste. It is my destiny and must do my best.  Here is some thing to chew on ” You don’t get what you want. You get what you deserve. You get what you are.”

Anyways visited the neighbourhood city. Mumbai for some work. I will update something as fructifies. It is the dream city of my childhood. It has feel of Newyork. It has some good European archietecture. It is vain. It is pompous. It is self congragulatory. It is sexy. It is ugly. It never stops to live. I had a great love for the city. I now feel a strange disconnect. I just stay in hotels or hostels. I walk the suburban street. I miss the people. I miss the heart beat. There is no one to bother about my solemn existence. Every one is a identity. Every one has an idea. No wonder politicians know how to polarize. What am I saying? I have no interest in politics or an idea of the time?

Some pictures

So  had some free time in morning and wandered around, saw every one seems to talk to some one on the phone all the time, whom do you speak at 10.30 am ? The pick up artist spinning a story, the driver also seems to get calls, my phone is functional, my boss or my mother calls me, never mind and prefer walking the streets, where the streets have no name..

I finish my work in the city. I speak to no one. I spend time in hotel working on Laptop. I take a walk in evening in dirtbag of a prosperous city. I eat peanuts from a lady vendor. She is more honest than anyone met recently. She gives me two fills for rupees ten. I see joints blaring burgers and chinese food. I had just eaten Sushi a day before. I realised no wonder Japanese are these little warriors. Please discount my food observations. I only seem to like peanuts and banana’s , guess that makes a monkey 🙂

I take a picture on the express highway. The driver this time is a bouncer. He eats like hell. I watch him eat. He has been good to me. He came early morning to pick me up and dropped me in time for my scheduled appointment. I feel grateful. He knows he is dumb and forgetful of routes. So he comes early. I am humbled by his discipline and preparation. I can only give love.

So the great city is smart,  purposeful and tantalisingly sexy, but no heart..

May be one day would like to have a home there, we will see whether the broken connection gets restored…

A requiem for soul..

Have a lovely day my friends!

Love, Suresh

 

Ek Tha Gul Aur Ek Thi Bulbul ..( A rose and a nightingale)

This is probably one of the first songs  liked as a child. The actors were favorite actors of my childhood Shashi Kapoor and Nanda. The movie is Jab Jab Phool Khile. Please see : http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0305689/

I would watch these songs as many from my generation on Television. When VCR was a sign of prosperity and telephone a luxury. I loved the movie. I love this song. The song is a beautiful story.

Ek Tha Gul Aur Ek Thi Bulbul ( A rose and a nightingale)

Ek tha gul aur ek thee bulbul donon chaman me rahate the
 Hai yeh kahanee bilkul sachchee, mere nana kahate the

Once there was a rose and a nightingale and both lived in the garden
This is a true story, my grand father used to say..
 
 Bulbul kuchh (aise gatee thee )
 Kaise gatee thee
 Bulbul kuchh aise gatee thee, jaise tum baaten karatee ho
 Woh gul (aise sharamata tha )
 Kaise sharamata tha
 Woh gul aise sharamata tha, jaise mai ghabara jata hu
 Bulbul ko malum nahee tha, gul aise kyon sharamata tha
 Woh kya jane usaka nagma, gul ke dil ko dhadakata tha
 Dil ke bhed na aate lab pe, yeh dil me hee rahate the

Nightingale used to sing like this
How she used to sing?
Nightingale used to sing like, the way you talk
The rose would be shy like this
How would rose be shy?
The rose used to be shy, like the way am scared
The nightingale never knew, why the rose was shy
How could she know of her song, would make rose's heart skip
The secrets of heart, never come to lips, it stays in the heart
 
 Lekin aakhir dil kee bate, aise kitane din chhupatee hain
 Yeh woh kaliya hain jo ek din, bas kante ban ke chubhatee hain
 Ek din jan liya bulbul ne, woh gul us kaa divana hai
 Tum ko pasand aaya ho toh bolu, phir aage jo afsana hai
 Bolo na chup kyon ho gaye
 Ek duje kaa ho jane par, woh dono majbur huye
 Un dono ke pyar ke kisse, gulshan me mashahur huye
 Sath jiyenge, sath marenge, woh dono yeh kahate the

But then how long the longing of heart can remain inside
These are buds which like thorns prick your own self
One day nightingale realised, the rose is madly in love with her
If you like this, then will tell you the tale ahead
Please say, why did you go quiet?
Once they realised they are meant to be, they surrendered
Their love story became famous in the garden
Live together, die together they used to say..
 
 phir kya huwa
 Phir ek din kee bat sunaau, ek sayyad chaman me aaya
 Le gaya woh bulbul ko pakad ke, aur divana gul murjhaya
 Shayar log bayan karate hain, aise unkee judayee kee baaten
 Gate the yeh git woh donon, saiyya bina nahee katatee rate
 Mast baharo kaa mausam tha, aankh se aansu bahate the

Then what happened?
Let me tell you then, one hunter came in the garden
He caught the nightingale and went, the love strck rose wilted in sorrow
The poets talk about tales of their separation
They used to sing in unison, without the beloved cannot sleep at nights
In beautiful season, eyes were filled with tears
 
 Aatee thee aawaj hamesha, yeh jhilmil jhilmil taaro se
 Jiska nam mohabbat hai woh, kab rukatee hain diwaro se
 Ek din aah gulo bulbul kee, uss pinjare se ja takarayee
 Tuta pinjara chhuta kaidee, deta raha saiyyad duhayee
 Rok sake na usako milake, sara jamana saree khudayee
 Gul sajan ko git sunane, bulbul bag me wapas aayee
 raja bahut achchhi kahanee hai
 Yad sada rakhana yeh kahanee, chahe jina chahe marna
 Tum bhee kisee se pyar karo toh, pyar gulao bulabul sa karana

There used to be sounds always from these stars
Whose name is love, how can they be stopped by these walls
One day sigh of rose and nightingale, struck the cage
The cage broke and the prisoner became free, the hunter cursed
No body can stop them meeting, neither the world, not the god
To sing for beloved rose, nightingale came back to garden
( Raja) it's a very nice story
Remember then this always, may you live or die
If you fall in love , then love like nightingale and rose..

Hope you like my translation in english, its hurried and have to sleep..

But remember then this always, if you fall in love then love like nigtingale and rose :)

I dedicate this to most beloved actor of my childhood Shashi Kapoor and my beloved freinds. Good night friends!

Love, Suresh