Kamna's Blog

If Cupid's bow shot you twice But you fell just the one time What matter, it would still be sublime There is this light It never goes out At night there's darkness But that's okay Unless sleep eludes me I know what it is I think I've known for a while now It's your eyes Eyes with everything in it Light and fire Warm, so warm And so wet too Your eyes are water Clear brown gems against clean white Gems the Cadbury Five rupees worth That you'd secretly hide in my pocket When we'd cross through the passage All those years ago If I could love you thrice But your eyes demanded more Sign me up, I'm ready to re-explore

^ Definitely not expressionless I have great love for the English language. And I think that's because I can express myself very fluidly thanks to it. It's familiar territory. It's the language I think in. I know Hindi and Sindhi but I only speak them when I have to, for the ease of communication. I love learning new English words and l love listening to great orations and reading well written pieces of content; be it poems, stories or anything else. As far as I understand it, more Indians today speak the language better than most people from natively English speaking countries. Knowledge of the English language has propelled the country to where it is now in the global economy. It's changed perspective of how the rest of the world sees us. It has, no doubt, created aspiration and ambition in the minds of India's youth to lead better lives. A school going kid does feel a sense of empowerment knowing that his horizons are broadened. And that's really amazing. ...

I only saw a familiar midriff round the corner of the riverbank Was I to know what would surface Head or tail, could be anyone's guess All those years ago I got a text from Mr. T-Rex It said he'd be gone for a while So could it really be him? After all these centuries? He said not to miss him And I should have known better Than to miss him the way I did The way you sweat through sheets profusely The way you rapidly scramble to get out of a crowded elevator Such urgent want I should have known that there would be none like him My poor dinosaur's fate was such And how could someone else ever be so: Gargantuan gregarious and god-like A primeval and predatorial presence But could it really be him again? Wishfully I have waited And the land and sea has changed so much since our time Back when there used to be a black day and a sunny night Something in my peripheral vision disturbs the water A swift yet imperceptible movement But that's enough convict...

Long simple stories with happy endings Short complicated stories with sad endings Faces of strangers with familiar smiles Familiar faces with strange smiles Beautifully written short sentences Thrillingly written long paragraphs Perfectly straight queueing by tiny black ants Random scattering by red ants Not knowing where your mind is Knowing where your mind is A lingering look from warm affectionate eyes A short look from cold unloving eyes A peaceful minute of standing under a shower A sheer second of water unexpectedly splashed Writing leisurely in cursive with pencil Writing hastily in block letters with pen Patiently undoing a particularly tight drawstring Impatiently undoing a particularly tight drawstring Cool water after roaming about under the sun Cool water after freezing outside in the snow Slow paced solo walking on unexplored paths Fast paced group walking on unexplored paths Sleeping and dreaming Resting your eyes and incessantly thinking Fasting ...

On Monday I measured the homo goblin's haemoglobin I tried thinking of things to do to on my two thousandth Tuesday in town I bumped into Arti on Wednesday, finding her choking on an artichoke Thirteen towels tumbled towards the tapestry on the Thursday Fashionably freaky friends fried some fries on the freezing Friday And I found Saturdays were best suited to snoozes and snuggles And when came Sunday I found the good booze to guzzle

Last week, I was rudely awakened at 6 am. I virtually spewed in the dark jabbing my stubby fingers all over the touch keypad of my phone shortly after : Is there nobody in this entire city who is accountable for this nuisance? Not a single officer who is promised a fancy promotion to ensure noise levels stay under a certain number of decibels? Not a single constable whose job it is go check year on year, the death toll of the animals, the deaf cases, the accidents caused during this Wonderful festival of lights? What is the purpose of this? Which God is being appeased? Is this not terrorism? How is this forgivable? When did the Festival of Lights become a Festival of Noise? Why does it have to noisy to be fun? What kind of person or groups of people take pleasure in this? Is he a sadist, is he someone who is only partaking in this because it is "cool" or "fun"? Is there a lack of entertainment options for these people in a city of Mumbai? What will it take...

The situation is dire. India is just too ill-equipped in preparation of the impending water crisis. I want to significantly increase the catchment of freshwater resources with the aid of sustainable and modern water harvesting techniques. Artificial lakes should be made. Look at Dubai with her fake beaches. Powai lake is a living example of one. Why can't we identify more such properties and do it? Why can't each building, each open space have a big-ass tanky on the top? It's always worth considering observing sensible governance adopted by countries who have been taking the lack of water as a resource seriously. Australia is a remarkable example. What I love about them is that they charge everybody for water. The concept of having to pay for water in your monthly maintenance bill in the urban areas is something that could help control wastage. The miser in each one of us will probably be far more conscious about water being wasted if we are made to explicitly pay for...