Picayune picayed yed rye eerie There was the most beautiful bird that had ever been seen. Cuirass ass dash board Harken a word or two, will you, Mister Hood. Golden goldfinch mockingbird goldfish. I am saying that you are doing well: a device upon a device. I am saying that if you can teach me, you are a wizard.
My class teacher used to plan our rendezvous or something similar when we were in the middle school and he was only a passionate passport from the science department.
Once we had a class on Friday. I had to sing a song. I chose a Muhammad Rafi Asha Mangeshkar duet ( O Haseena…) over the Kishore Kumar melody: ye Dil Na hota bechara… I understand why I did that. They both had more profundity and variety than Kishore Kumar. He was all energy. Bubblegum Mugwumps handpumps madly deeply uncalibrated. My teacher didn’t like that. The students sitting next to me sang the one by Kumar and won the Claps. I regretfully left the class. I greatly appreciate my choice now: the lyrics were beautiful. The Antara after Antara with magic. And the depth. I listen to both of them and judge in my favor. I feel ” uski dhun me padega dukh jhelna…haha… seekha hamne bhi…” was highlight of the song.
It loses its grip after that point. I had a serendipity. I looked up the lyrics online and it has turned out that both of them were written by Sultan Puri
Why did they choose to sing songs by Sultan Puri remains a mystery. The one I prefer was composed by the son. The father Burman did the one sung by Kishore. It might be that the teacher had the same name as the singer. Maybe not. I find out: my musical sense and penchant hasn’t changed much all these years.
The mystic walk. It was after a long time. The four am clock ozone layer. Soothing cool breeze on his skin. The hymn of the air conditioner . Street dogs barking at pigs. Only shining star in the South West. A thick layer of clouds overlap . The dragon shines its thunder in the storm in the East with Mercury. The Venus is not far from the ascendant. Mosquitoes sing when breeze takes a break. Crickets buzz incessantly. Lyrical calculus lustrate irate pirate ship adventures of our batlings continued since Twilight. A crackling fire warms the heart. I could have gone to walk through the streets. But this city has too many street dogs and pigs. I need to absorb the quiet as storms are lurking in the hindsight . And the wind made the house creak and crack. The shunned garden of Life sciences building. The garbage in the ground where he was reinventing the life after Noah’s ark had sunk . He counted the ants, even though they were too small to see.
Dancing light of grace 