amul butter

I’ve been on an amul butter craze in the last few days (as some might have noticed from my tweets).
Interestingly, I chanced on this amul butter “billboard” in police-point, laitumkrah today and I have no idea what this “Hazard of Oz” is all about. For some strange reason, I don’t recollect watching any amul butter ads on television (?).
I know it is strange blogging about amul butter but I always thought their ads read “utterly butterly delicious” and not “share, don’t scare!”

jhum today

he striked the matchstick
he lit his cigarette

he took the burning stick
he threw it on the ground

he started the fire
he wanted it to spread

he talked of fresh plants surfacing
he enjoyed the wild flames

he was scolded by his friends
he was being careless

he couldn’t explain
he was a tribal man

swollen arm

i got bit by a bug
i got a swollen arm.

i visited the pharmacy
i was referred to a doctor.

the doctor took a look
the doctor prescribed capsules.

i had to pay the doctor
i had to buy the pills.

my arm looked red
my arm swelled.

i was not convinced
i visited another pharmacy.

the pharmacist took a look
the pharmacist gave another pill.

i bought the drug
i bought her story.

i returned from the bazaar
i retrieved my medicine collection.

i have the choice
i have the cure.

the arm needs to be healed
the arm is still red.

sarojini shopping

When I used to study in Mussoorie, we usually had our Sarojini stop.
And the one thing I remember buying are those check(plaid as is more in use today) pajamas for myself and my brother buying them Hawaiian shirts.
But we would soon get pretty tired…
I visited Sarojini after a decade and felt a bit nostalgic ’bout my check pajamas and the brother’s Hawaiian shirts.
But I couldn’t find them!
Instead, there were plaid-shorts/ shirts and other items…
But I got that weary feeling from ten years ago.
I know this man felt the same…

all roads lead to AMU…

… that’s what the information read on the internet when I looked up to find the distance from the train station to the university. Fortunately, someone was there to pick us up at the station. As we rode the short distance in a white ambassador, the campus looked so very pretty. Perhaps it has to do with arriving just before dusk as well but it was a beautiful sight…

We have had a wonderful and an encouraging time at the seminar. Come tomorrow morning, we shall be on our way to Delhi, so am posting two shots that I managed form the famous Aligarh Muslim University premises.

on the road…

i saw
a man making chai
a man taking bath

on the road…
i saw
many pretty clothes
many dirty walls

on the road…
i saw
a beggar given oranges
a laborer kicked in his ass

on the road…
i saw
things i wanted to see
things i didn’t want to see