i am frustrated

It's been a while since I've done something worthwhile. Something that's new. Something that's mine. Something that's me.

It's good to be a little self obsessed. What's the point otherwise to live a life that's drafted out by so many but you.

AdVeRTiSeMeNT

mokashi is looking for a flat mate

for a nice little home with a view,

left to the mercy of empty fate.

mokashi is looking forward to company

of a nice young girl

preferably with an interesting point of view and funny.

mokashi is anxious

for time is running by

and the flat feels emptier with sounds that echo and die.

alas! there are so few

interested and interesting,

there's no waiting in queue.

where are they?

the good, single, working women

of Big City Bombay?

weathered letters

from	Prachi Mokashi
to		rohini mokashi punekar
cc		Ravi Mokashi-Punekar , mithu
date		Tue, Jul 27, 2010 at 1:14 AM
subject		Re: [Fwd: Hi]
mailed-by		gmail.com

...Bombay is really wet these days, and I completely detest its rains. Today when I came out of Andheri station, water was clogged in many parts and streams were flowing fast. I had to cross this one stretch to get to the other side and my one chappal got taken by a little stream. I kept following the chappal as it floated from one stream to another. Felt like laughing and crying at the same time. After a minute of walking behind it...I had almost given up when a little dwarf person came to me and showed me where my chappal had stopped floating. I was quite disgusted to go into the water and get it. I must have shown my disgust quite clearly, so the poor guy went in himself to get it. Very nice of him, I was touched. Bombay has its share of nice people and incidents.

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When you miss the yellow of the sun

And everything looks stone cold.

When you catch a whiff of that perfume,

Which makes you dream of the rains.

When you look out for dry patches of land

As you cross a sea of puddles.

It's summer again,

And I wish it would rain.

Reminiscing a view from the 16th floor

A view from the 16th floor
A grey, sky scraping city scape
A piece of sea
And an open blue of departing airplanes and hot-air balloons advertising mobile-phone network providers.

A view from the 16th floor
As you gulp down dinner- too hungry to chew
Reliving the day spent
On the ground.

so mokashi wanted to go back after a year
her bosses said, "No! Work needs you here..."
No luck??, asked mokahi
My friends are all going to be there...?
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck!

corporate weight

three lumps of a tummy, a disappearing chin,

and deep sleep that controls every idle moment of a 15 minute taxi ride.

i've put on weight- ugly weight,

caused when the mind is constantly at work,

and the body always at ease.

when life revolves around hard-selling 30 seconders

to unknown children from unknown backgrounds.

when one's conscience goes against one's actions

and every day is just another compromise.

it's weight- ugly weight.

unpublished/ published

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Today I saw a little poster in the ladies compartment of my train. Awkwardly divided into many partitions, a man had his pictures taken in various kinds of clothing. A faded denim jacket, a checkered red shirt, bare-chested with a suave, seductive look on his face. Bad typography under all these pictures said, "Do you have many personalities? Consult Dr. ...."

While I stared at this poster, two women sitting in front of me were deep in conversation about their weddings. Each showed their husband/fiancee's photographs on their phones with a mix of curiosity and shyness glowing on their faces. They look old I thought to myself, old enough to marry atleast.

But then many women in the big city of Bombay do not settle down early. I have more 30 year old female friends than I could have imagined till last year.


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To celebrate the approaching weekend, Iyer and I decided to go watch Inception on Friday. We were expecting something thrilling, something that would take us away from the mundane. But all the film did was faff seemingly cryptic nonsense about the subconscious and put me to sleep. I've never slept while watching a film in a theatre and I felt quite embarassed after fifteen minutes of that blessed nap.

I sleep very easily these days. All I need is my head to touch the pillow. Perhaps it's the rains. Bombay rains are very different from Guwahati rains

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bus, train, bus, ric, bus, bus, cab, vadapav, idli, bhajipav, sandwich, kulfi, gola, pav...bombay
hindi, marathi,english, hinglish,telegu, bangla,gujarati...bombay
highway, puddle, construction, sea-link, sea, breeze, fish... bombay


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When I was little, a friend from school had come to visit me one day. I was excited to show her around the NID campus and so we didn't stay home for too long. I think I wanted to show off how big my home actually was...:) Of course it sounds naive and silly right now.

The institute felt different then. A long, broad, dark corridor with patches of summer light greeted you on the first floor. Looms set with colourful threads, a long table with fading prints


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finding a forgotten photograph
buying strange coloured hair clips
reading a note left on the table,
testing a new song
staring at familiar faces pass by