Airport Lounge on the way to Dubai
The perfume would have reached me first
if it wasn’t for the realization that
a couple of noses had
come in through the door.
Noses raised above the pedestals clad
in the latest chiffons.
I knew that today the lounge wouldn’t
offer me the cocoon I knew.
There was a possibility that I would react
throw up inside and implode.
Yellow fields
covered by green daisies
spread out over an ample stomach
held up by promises of diet cokes
and sugar frees.
Brown paisleys on black,
“coming up in a big way in our country”.
Did she know that she is part of this?
Soon, the phone rings
out the latest ringtone
she hesitates, deliberately guffaws.
Satisfied
with her feigned embarrassment
and
with a careful tilt,
she picks up the phone.
“Jai Mata Di”
The other one watches, in silent
outrage, decides to take
matters into her own hand.
Phone into her small hand.
“Order ka kya hua, Salim bhai?”
Would “the maid is not coming today?” win
over “six blouses in pink, and half a dozen in green.”
Neither of which I have seen
Forced to hear the niceties, she doesn’t mean.
I take out my hands from my pockets
unzip the bag
and take out my laptop.
Need to write now.
She smiles at the young man
furiously typing in the last comment.
(How Indians have come up in the world)
“Oye Puttar, jai mata di”
6 Comments:
Ram Ram!
Tuesday, February 21, 2006 7:08:00 AM
Bahh, very normal poem. A little like Eliot's early stuff. I like. : )
Tuesday, February 21, 2006 9:17:00 AM
Srin, is that a Bahh in English or in Bangla?
More an output of boredom, btw.a
Tuesday, February 21, 2006 9:24:00 PM
Bangla only, :)
Wednesday, February 22, 2006 11:38:00 AM
What is the equivalent of cheers in bangla?
In IIM, we used to say "Ki Daroon!"
Wednesday, February 22, 2006 12:44:00 PM
In JU we say "Arrey hero toh", I think.
Thursday, February 23, 2006 8:24:00 AM
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