Friday, November 07, 2008
How everything has gone wrong
And I know that I have been a mistake
All that I do and say are my faults
And its too late to rectify
When friends are they who have left me
To bring a change in me
Leaving me to wonder where I went wrong
Why do I fail to judge people?
And end up so horribly bruised?
Why am I misunderstood so much?
And then blamed for what I never meant
May be all that I believe in
Are just illusions
I hurt people and end up hurting myself manifold
But I still remain the heartless bitch
Who plays with emotions
And makes fun of others
But then why am I the one
Who is always betrayed
And vilified and maligned?
If I am asked to change today completely,
Leaving behind the 'me' of all these years,
Does this mean that my life till now is a mistake?
I just wonder now
How long can I endure the fact
Of being the most flawed person on earth?
Thursday, November 06, 2008
"Kanheri" is derived from the word 'Khaneri' meaning black mountain. The presence of these caves prove a well-organised existence of a Buddhist establishment, with connections to other trade centres like Sopara, Kalyan, Nasik, Paithan and Ujjain.
It was another Saturday morning, when we decided to visit the famous Siddhivinayak Temple in Dadar. It was a long queue before the temple and when we finally managed to reach inside, we were whisked away before we even realised! We could not even see properly, the smiling face of Lord Ganesha, who is depicted her with four arms bearing a lotus, an axe, modakas and a garland of beads, flanked by his consorts Siddhi and Riddhi!
Another place of interest which I always planned to visit but could never make it is the Haji Ali shrine. This time I was determined not to miss it, more so because I used to pass it every day on my way to office. One Sunday, I reached the Haji Ali Juice Centre, famous for selling a glass of juice for Rs. 100/- (!) and started my walk towards the island, where the shrine is situated. The walkway, which connects the shore to the shrine is the only way to reach it and can be used only during low tides. The structure inside has white, typical Mughal domes and minarets.
There are two local legends which claim to trace the Hazrath Haji Ali's antecedents. One story has it that Haji Ali was a rich, local businessman who gave up materialism after a visit to Mecca and then took up meditation. Another legend says that he was an Afghan mystic who lived and meditated here. He specifically ordered that after his death , his casket should be cast off into the sea off the shore of what is today Pakistan. However, the casket surfaced intact at the spot where the shrine is today.
The whole place was crowded and with people of all religion. I even overheard a man talking over the phone saying "Main Haji Ali Mandir mein hoon!!!" What he was doing there was spending a few private moments with his lady love, sitting on the rocks of the island. And I wonder who he was speaking to over the phone.
I missed out on going to Alibaug, Matheran and Lonavla with my friends because I was rotting in Delhi at that point of time. But I am sure there is a second time.