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Saturday, June 26, 2004

'Poetry in Motion'.

People would compare that phrase with different meanings.

Some examples of Poetry in Motion.

A tall, slim and lovely girl walking in a sleeveless saree.
Sonali Bendre, in that lovely black salwar-kameez, in the song, "Aye
Naazneen Suno Naa" from the movie 'Dil Hi Dil Main' that was a remake of 'You've got Mail.'
Sonali Bendre, in that white salwar-kameez and orange dupatta in the song, 'Hoshwalon ko khabar kya Bekhudi Kya Cheez Hai' from Sarfarosh.

The silken strokes of VVS Laxman. Absolutely brilliant.
Those shots, stepping outside the crease to a ball pitched outside the legstump and caressing it through the covers, against the turn, for a boundary! Amazing!

The joy of biking on an empty road.
A walk in the rains, along the lush green fields.

My idea of 'Poetry in Motion'

Hanging out of a second-class compartment of an Indian Railways
express train; cutting across the country-side, on a cold, gray,
overcast winter morning; the wind on my face, taking the fresh air,
one hand on the door handle, hair swaying, face out of the train
looking ahead, going fast to somewhere!

I like hanging out of trains, enjoying the countryside and I make it a
point to spend most of the time enjoying the view. I don't read much
on train journeys. I look out of the window, or hang out of the train,
watching the fields go by, the vast, empty countryside, I feel like
spending time there!

Nayi hai Manzilain, Naye hai raaste, naya naya safar hai tere vaaste...
New destination and roads are calling you, there's a new journey for you!