A unique dalliance

( what Mumbai said to the rains)

I am in a hurry

And a dalliance is all I can promise

You are a product of the winds of change

But I am change itself

You may come , stay

And make me your home

You think I will never tire of your shenanigans

But I am in a hurry.

I want to know what’s next in store

We had our rainsoaked moment

I have eyes for you no more

#mumbairains #rainsinmumbai #intriguingblue #intriguingbluepoetry


Photo by Vidyut Kulkarni @vidyutkulkarni @vVid

A photo by dear friend Vidyut started a poem of sorts.

Here goes :

If turquoise be the mood,

Float on…

Rest your soul …On a leaf

Swim with the frangi

Let in some dappled light

Sparkle n shine ….

Its best that some poems stay incomplete. Float along ….. and fall apart in my backyard ( as Baloo says in Jungle Book to Mowgli)


We learn how to be

And how not to be

Each and every action

Is a teaching moment

Is a learning moment

We observe

We imitate

The things we takeaway

Can be most inexplicable

That’s what makes the tapestry of life

So interesting

So rich

So human

We are learners

We are teachers

Celebrating the act of learning

Everyday, every moment

Stay inspired and be an inspiration

Happy teachers’ day

Will meet again …

On Amrita Pritam’s 100th anniversary, I remember her fabulous poem :

Main tenu phir milangi

It’s a love poem but a poem can be interpreted in many ways and this poem fills me with hope that somehow somewhere we all will meet again … in ways we don’t understand or perhaps in another birth.

It’s in punjabi and here is the Hindi translation.

मैं तुझे फिर मिलूँगी

कहाँ कैसे पता नहीं

शायद तेरे कल्पनाओं

की प्रेरणा बन

तेरे केनवास पर उतरुँगी

या तेरे केनवास पर

एक रहस्यमयी लकीर बन

ख़ामोश तुझे देखती रहूँगी

मैं तुझे फिर मिलूँगी

कहाँ कैसे पता नहीं

या सूरज की लौ बन कर

तेरे रंगो में घुलती रहूँगी

या रंगो की बाँहों में बैठ कर

तेरे केनवास पर बिछ जाऊँगी

पता नहीं कहाँ किस तरह

पर तुझे ज़रुर मिलूँगी

या फिर एक चश्मा बनी

जैसे झरने से पानी उड़ता है

मैं पानी की बूंदें

तेरे बदन पर मलूँगी

और एक शीतल अहसास बन कर

तेरे सीने से लगूँगी

मैं और तो कुछ नहीं जानती

पर इतना जानती हूँ

कि वक्त जो भी करेगा

यह जनम मेरे साथ चलेगा

यह जिस्म ख़त्म होता है

तो सब कुछ ख़त्म हो जाता है

पर यादों के धागे

कायनात के लम्हें की तरह होते हैं

मैं उन लम्हों को चुनूँगी

उन धागों को समेट लूंगी

मैं तुझे फिर मिलूँगी

कहाँ कैसे पता नहीं

मैं तुझे फिर मिलूँगी!!

Thank you for this gem of a poem, Amrita Pritam.

Joys of crafting bookmarks

What I really would love to do is to make Watercolor sketches and paintings all the time but time being what it is – basically unstretchable and relentless, I settle for making tinier things: Bookmarks.

If you have ten minutes to yourself and the urge to make some art, make a bookmark.

If you feel like doodling and fingers itch to just let go: make a book mark.

You want to express yourself and write messages to yourself ? Make a bookmark.

When you want to give a small token of appreciation to a friend, a student or a stranger who shared your window view on your commute: gift a book mark.

When you get all whimsical – you know, make a book mark

When nostalgia hits you ….

When you want a splash of color , just a splash ….

when you want to make a tiny sketch ….

when a certain color or phrase is just dancing in your mind….

For no reason at all …. make several bookmarks

Occasionally and most importantly make some for marking your place in the novel or book you are reading. Nothing like a real book and a real bookmark to mark your spot , don’t you agree?

Currently reading : The Ramblings of a Megalomaniac consumed with cynicism and hubris: By Sameer Bhakhri.

Do read it dear readers. It gives the recipe for a perfectly happy life !

And here are some bookmarks for the same. Happy reading Folks! And here are the links from where you can provide your copy :

1.Foreign buyers who love paperbacks: https://amzn.to/2KHa9z6

2.Amazon Kindle for all kindle lovers: https://amzn.to/2YIlZm8

3.Pothi.com: for all Indian lovers of paperbacks http://bit.ly/2YXuXav

My mind’s a boat but my heart’s a tree …

My mind’s a boat but my heart’s a tree

And after the travel and the study

Coming home to my nest

Uplifts and calms me

After touching the banks of a myriad shores

And observing the rites and rituals of folks

After having sown my wild oats

Returning to my roots

Warms and comforts me

My mind’s a boat but my heart’s a tree …

Car-cats and such like

Is it just me who is noticing a sudden proliferation of cats in my neighbourhood ? Or has it always been like this? Lately, I have observed cats of all sizes and shapes basking themselves or walking languidly about the most unusual places. Very strangely, some cats choose to sit on car tops, as though they have adopted that car. Sphinx-like or like some exotic Isosceles triangles, these cats simply sit on the car-tops and gaze lazily about. That languorous gaze doesn’t fool me: they are upto something. Occasionally, one might look at you with sleepy eyes and consider talking to you, but she thinks the better of it, and simply blinks her perfect almond shaped eyes once and gets back to her mysterious watch.

Then there are the Bike Cats. These cats find the bike seats cozy enough to curl up comfortably and get on with their observation, looking like some gorgeous sculpture. Inexplicable. And I also see many kittens and courting catcouples and possessive mumcats walking about with a conspiratorial air.

The garden cats are those who follow you about on your walks and rub against your ankles making you feel like you are The Chosen Ones but they just want to get close enough to eavesdrop on your conversations. Sneaky!

All this gives me a suspicious feeling that something’s up.

The cat network is growing. What are they listening in to ? Are they aliens? Have they been planted ? Who could it be? The cat army is out to get information and they are doing it as they do everything else : diva style.

This mystery needs to be solved! Anyone who has a theory about this , contact me immediately at intriguingblue.wordpress.com. All theories, notions, hunches and proofs welcome. As reward , you will get to spend some time with- and experience-the shenanigans of the famous cat- ‘Snowlion’.

Ps: one hunch : these cats are linked to a popular voice-bot , who is trying to find out everything about humans

Pps: these cats are Flerkens

Grow roots : Stay strong

Hello friends, I am re blogging a lovely article by fellow blogger Bindu Midha …. a subject close to my heart …

Bindu blogs on creativbent.com

Do read and resonate


Grow Roots: Stay Strong

July 17, 2015

Bindu Midha

Strongly entrenched stands the banyan tree, emanating an aura of majesty and grandeur which seemed to belong to an era gone past. Times had changed for the enigmatic woody plant, but it remained firmly established reminding the secret admirers of the roots that they could too firmly entrench. The roots were deeply seated in the soil forming a strong union with it that was unshakeable, unmoveable. Thus each had remained with each other, by each other through the years of tears and joy, progress and turmoil, not changing much, rather growing more roots! The internal, the underground roots had surfaced to make visible the determination to hold on, to remain steady and well settled in spite of the difficulties of storm and squall, worm and parasite. Nothing could deflect this gigantic, perennial, woody entity from being one with the ground it stood on.

The colossal tree made me reflect on the relationships I share with the others around me­ my immediate family, my close friends, my acquaintances, my colleagues, and someone I cannot leave out­ my pet. Was each bond frivolous or firm? Was it deep­seated or shallow? Could one of them be unsettled by a sudden strong wave of turbulence?

Are all our ties sturdy enough to weather any storm, or do they turn feeble like weak links and could go topsy turvy at slightest gust that tries to have a go at them? Could a misunderstanding, an unkind word or a harsh statement unsettle years of togetherness and cordiality? Were the links robust enough to offer resistance and emerge a victor, turning a sturdy face to the stormy deflections?

I reflected, pondered as these thoughts took shape making me realise I needed to work at each link. Clarity dawned! Indeed firmness had to be built, roots needed to go deeper as a gust could unsettle, topple the tender relationships that mark our life and facilitate our journey through this world. Why? We can’t really sail alone, by ourselves can we? To make the journey exciting & enthusing, compatible companionship is indispensable, togetherness is needed. It’s the stimulus, the motivation, the driving force that makes us move onwards in a state of bliss, making our crossing meaningful and productive.

What an important lesson to learn during a chance visit to the Gateway of India on an idle day when an unexpected holiday gave me respite from a hectic work day! The banyan tree approved of the rain, bathing its dust laden leaves, allowed the wind to whistle & swing on its outward roots as they danced to the rhythm, twirling and swinging. But was it deterred by the pace? No! Why? It had the soil for partnership. The two together held on, withstood the vagaries of the weather and in fact fell in tune with it. The tree was held in place by its roots.

Easily uprooted, the squall that life brings does shake our belief in our relationships and we question them, put them to test and create bitterness for ourselves. All we need to do is like the good old banyan tree­ stay untiring, stay unwavering and most importantly NURTURE ROOTS!

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I will see you in every tree

Every sea shell

Every grain of sand

And in every athlete’s stance

Every high and low tide

Will bring memories of you

And every new moon

Will carry your smile

You can’t be gone

You are right here

In my son’s eyes

Mirrored in mine

Every skyline that you pointed out to me

And every mountain range you showed me

Every journey that you travelled with me

Led to the journey that you took without me

Thank you for a million memories