dancing...

and yet again i write...

in the excitement and the relief of having a space which feels private but is anything but that.. and which is 'written and might be read...'as i was telling my lover this evening...

my friends and i were talking about the bombay-the blasts and how the city goes on as if nothing happened... the TV and paper blare with pride about 'Bombay's spirit' a freind was relating a story of how someone asked 'what of srinagar's spirit? is it only big cities that have spirit?'

and then again... do we want to eulogise on this spirit? while life goes on becuase it has to... the pathos of not having a choice...

the pathos of walking into office the next morning and realising that nothing has changed... everything goes on as always... the computers are turned on.. the printers reel off papers... significant decisions about brochure colours are made and we continue with our 'changing the world' business...

but then again.. we proceeded in our auto to the disco... to dance away... to dance it all off... a little like the mumbaikars on the trains again today.. we danced to punjabi music.. let our hair down...gulped down our beers... and danced...

and then the horrible cliche flashes by in the crazy mind...
" for better or for worse... life goes on"

and like a 'good friend' pointed out

"the world bares the burden of us"

p.s. fascinating to note how much i quote others. i must be surrounded by interesting humans! hmmm...