Shameless Broadcast of a Road Trip-6

This thing passing by called land it is funny,

we blame its emptiness for emptiness in our own tummy,

we forget we live, eat and do everything on it,

give it away to our kids, even kill for it,

then ironically they say, Law of the land …isn’t it?

We want water to fill it,

take help of greed, goodness, and everything to keep it.

Lay the road on which I drive,

trees they were and now it is a straight black desert passing by.

Also in between man’s intervention,

canals, water bodies, results of a nation,

bridges anew for faster to use,

for the herders became a muse,

in India you can always stop by,

to ask the herder your way and all his sheep a small hi,

exchange bidis and laughs make it light,

ask who are you and am I going the way right,

scratches his head he says,

don’t know sahib-ji really these new roads confuse,

me too I say, on the highways.

Prolly because

Time is to me. Space it’s unto you.

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Familiar roads familiar sides,

some hours, they pass by,

smooth drive this stretch but a bumpy ride,

I say, let’s stop for a chai,

and here, somewhere here, used to be an old enterprise?

Taste in the tea always a trucker’s delight,

such good it puts glints on any tired eyes.

We find the shop after a few roads, distance and sighs,

Hey!, it has been a long time,

Sorry but because of monkey god today no chai,

we say, we don’t mind and stretch in the vacant dukaan for a while

the fleeting moment it passes by,

He says wait now I recall, squeezes his head, his mind he applies,

I say yeah, a smile and then quickly a good bye,

He looks with his little wet eyes,

now recollecting all years that have gone by,

saying do stop by when you come again this side,

I say, sure maybe but not now,

for

Time is to me. Space it’s unto you.

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Let us take a break sir it has been a while,

ok, soon, as soon as we find something worthwhile, 

then a few miles down the aisle,

on left looks a resort built on tile,

but turns out college one of the pile,

nothing in there sir looks like empty mile.

Outside is better, there is Parle-g and Bristile,

frown is his look the student child,

says he is a local goon but likes our style,

offers his pocket in exchange for what he says has been a good while,

also representing enterprising kaka hangin on his small stile,

all are reasonable with the things they own,

they

ask where you from and where do you rush to in this style,

I say, Delhi, because,

Time is to me. Space it’s unto you.

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The Banas king waiting outside said coffee will be fine,

for I don’t drink either whisky nor chai.

The two shots’d already given me a nice high,

crazy villager I thought would not recognize,

but he did not drink the cup I said was chai.

Never mind the road is smooth,

The hard working chief’s gift,

He calls it’s for you, your brothers,

the state the whole nation.

Rather anyone I am so open,

so come out in the open,

the road all yours,

walk, sit on it, buy a car if you can,

but Banas king has some other notions,

sees beautiful girls asking for lift,

give them sahib if you can,

Can’t, I said my friend,

This is Mehsana and there are too many of them,

and,

Time is to me. Space it’s unto you.

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Not sure to do it alone,

but at dusk the Banas king he mobiles me,

reminds me, “don’t we have to go?”

I says okey, “let me wash my face if so”.

Took rungs about the ring road,

finally find the banas ka king , the same rural hoe,

but a friend of yore,

looking to find himself even more.

This reminded me of another friend then,

so I go to the doctor to borrow the latest handi cam,

lightest in weight and heaviest in definition,

also took some whiskey shots,

saying, “so long see you soon,

I am back on the road”.

Still I offer two hoes could be three,

but the doctor says you go,

I have a family, golf, pussy and a dog,

City of Gandhinagar, I don’t know an ego?

Well, you go,

Time is to me. Space it’s unto you.

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'Shameless Broadcasting' is what I should have probably named this blog. This comes to my mind after Refugi mentions this is what we should do, from now onwards, to overcome the guilt of badly written posts as well as to keep in pace with the times. Also, I am jubiliated by the fact that through this kind of writing I have a chance to express myself un-opinionated and internally uncensored. Anyhow, the present name of this blog 'Bend' intends to achieve some adverbial connotations, and has been sufficient a name since beginning; and, I now feel more strongly acknowledges truth with a sense of sublimity.

Now, improvising on this new insight given to me by my Band co-existent Shri Pankaj Refuji Khanna, I am attempting a series of posts in a prosey-poem form, with the same shameless spirit of writing, and therefore would like to call it 'Shameless Broadcast of a Road Trip'. This prose poem is about a week long road trip I took in a Swift Maruti covering parts of Gujarat and Rajasthan. Map below, I will post blogs as I dole out paragraphs until I am shamelessly, if not sufficiently, satisfied.

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This time they did not stop me,

neither I ‘sked nor they could,

crazied by a crazy steel crafter from Banas,

farmer also he asks me really if we would.

He busses himself to Ahmedabad,

tho’ last night bussing to Nadiad,

and when I gave him only a notion,

over the telecommunication,

that the road trip tomorrow is to happen,

he asks for a small postponement, and I say, “no”,

Time is to me. Space it’s unto you.

Wireman

It was one lazy night, and I had to do this- pictures below - how a line (a-line-n) can be turned or twisted to make anything. Alien, man, dog and off-shoots.