eventful life it is...things pass me by...poems move me from happiness to sadness, instantly...i feel the ferric taste of blood in my mouth as i try to resuscitate a kitten...i see a mendicant in a blood stained shirt and a bood stained bandage around his head being pushed violently out of a sweet shop...i see mangy dogs all along the road to uni...i don't see the oscars...

as i sit typing a pair of cats are gettingiton in the other room...and a couple of kittens are napping atop the potty...

i see posers all around me...and feel sooo tired...at them...at myself for doing nothing...letting things pass me by...

seen babel and parzania...made M. daltonien buy a *pink* shirt and a *maroon* kurta...

have read hungry tide and chokher bali...am reading the idiot...

i want that house (apparently owned once by B.C Roy) on southern avenue...when i have lots of money (working as a ghushkhor police officer in manali) i will buy land...like the industrialists are...and convert them to wetlands...and forests...and when i become a totalitarian ruler i will kill george bush, narendra modi, bal thackeray, biman bose...

i noticed spring today...light green leaves, and redredredred palash on bare trees...the mango tree just beside the window here is bright yellow with mukul...also, in and around the jheel the black-and-yellow basanta bouris are twittering away...the sliver of moon through trees bereft of leaves, or the layers of pink-magenta-blue-gray at twilight...was everything always this pretty? the sunset at outram ghat, the tree out of russian fairy tales at national library...i think i am getting better at observing...and i have discovered a rather good poetry blog:

Tell me who unleashed the city
over this landscape
Stretched it like an unrolling carpet
rugged with time,
rugged
so,
if you reach beneath the surface
you will
feel the grass and the mud and the soul.
Tell me who it is the city awaits.

http://the-city-in-july.blogspot.com/