Sunday, December 22, 2019

New City

Few drinks, few kisses, few tears and wishes,
Here when I am moving to a new City.
Hopes, Dreams and Expectations I carry,
In this move to a new city.

               Dreamt long of this move and finally the date arrives,
               Here when I moving to a new City.
               Prayers, love and expectations I carry,
               In this move to a new City.

All come and tell me best wishes,
Here when I moving to a new City.
Plenty of love and promises I carry,
In this move to a new City.

               Scared of what the future holds,
               Here when I moving to a new City.
               New bosses, new friends,  Expectations of which I carry,
               In this move to a new City.


Wednesday, February 14, 2018

To my dearest wifee

When I wake up and see you, my wife,
I struggle to believe this is real life.
My heart fills with pleasure,
Seeing you are my greatest treasure.

               No matter whatever I say or do,
               Your love for me never seems to fade.
               To have someone as wonderful as you,
               I wonder what I did for this accolade.

So my love, I promise you,
This is true, what I say to you.
My love for you will never fade,
You can count on me to be your shade.

               I know there’s a long way to go,
               But let us take it sweet and slow.
               Cherishing each and every moment I spend with you,
               Making each day lovely memories anew.

- Savio

Monday, January 30, 2017

An Umbrella of Love

A storm of expectations,
Hailstorm of fears and tensions;
Into this I dare to venture
With you and an umbrella of love.

                A shelter of care and understanding,
                From the troubles of the world notwithstanding;
                I start this great adventure,
                With you and an umbrella of love.

Two imperfect beings brought together,
To traverse this formidable ocean called life;
So I set sail on this enterprise,
With you and an umbrella of love.

                Molded and shaped by life experiences,
                Do we fit together with our differences;
                Fears and worries cloud the path, As I step out
                With you and an umbrella of love.


Sunday, October 16, 2016

Someone, a.k.a. The One

Some told me there will be ‘One’,
One who would point me towards the Sun.
A person who would make me complete,
I wondered if their heads had melted in heat.

               First time I saw you, My heart just flew.
               My heart had healed, I just knew.
               Tell me girl, could this be true
               That I could need someone, like I need you

You came along and captured my heart,
Making difficult the time we spend apart.
I want to talk to you everyday,
And tell you these feelings are here to stay.

               These words that my heart has sowed,
               It took a while for me to decode.
               I promise to love you; every moment, forever,
               When all else crumbles, my love will never.

- Savio

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Hey Soul Sister, will miss you

Hey Soul Sister,
Leaving for your Mister
You will never  disappear,
Ever from my biosphere.

               An angel you are to me in disguise,
               Your maturity leaves me in suprise
               My every thoughts & dreams you know,
               No stronger bond could ever grow.

You are the best confidant I've ever had, 
To lose you would leave me mad
Never a convo where we didn’t fight,
But the fun part sister, We both think we're right.

               No words could ever describe my luck,
               To have you my sister, as my best schmuck
               In life’s troubles, tests and rainy days,
               My sunshine were you in so many ways.

But today, I concede to you day or night,
I wonder when I will again grace your sight
If God could just listen to my prayer, 
And give to you my every share.

- Savio

Love you sis, will miss you :*

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Midnight Bicycle tour of Maximum City

Midnight Cycle said the Facebook event invite. Reality Tours and Travels  was organizing a midnight cycle ride around south Mumbai last Saturday (January 24, 2015). Mumbai at night always had a different feel, so I was very much excited about the event.  

The midnight tour started from Colaba at 12:30, We collected our cycles and were introduced to our guides, There were plenty of choices for cycles and we could choose which ever we wanted. When I was a kid I had a non-geared hero cycle, in memory of that I selected a non-geared one which I almost regretted later.  (Why almost? continue reading).

It was ironical that even before the first halt the friend who invited me for the tour dropped out saying he unable to continue cycling. With that mood downer we reached our first halt - Taj Hotel/Gateway of India. Both Taj hotel & Gateway of India is intimately connected with city's history. Gateway of India was built to commemorate the visit of British Royality to India where as Jamsedji Tata built the Taj Hotel as a taunt to the British after he was stopped from entering a white only hotel. Unfortunately how much this beautiful area has been a favourite for the citizens of the city so also it has been for the enemies of the state also.  

Our next halt was Asiatic Library where the group was introduced to each other and the guides. From here we went on to Flora Fountain, Oval Maidhan, Mumbai University, CST.  It was during this part I noticed a pair of ladies who would be calling out to check on each other as they cycled. I found it both funny and sweet, and I introduced myself to them, they were my unofficial partners for the rest of the trip.

The next halt was Crawford Market, seeing Mohammed Ali Road empty was a revelation. A place where usually you can't stand in peace, here I was cycling. Crawford Market, or as introduced by the guide,  the first mall in India, for it was was the first building in India to be lit up by electricity in 1882. Further after hearing details of Mangaldas Market, Zaveri Bazar and Mumba Devi temple we went on to the iconic Mumbai landmark - Marine Drive.

Marine Drive was our first long halt. We were given tea and snacks. Here I met Sid, an European who was teaching English in India, He has been roaming the world teaching English. I both respected and envied this guy, he's living my dream. Wish I could get the guts to quit my job and roam the world like him.

From Marine Drive we continued onwards to Chowpatty and then 
Banganga Tank
Ducks in Banganga Tank
on route to Malabar hill we stopped at Banganga Tank. I had never been to this place before though I had heard of it. It is said that Lord Ram had stopped at the spot in search of his kidnapped wife Sita. As the legend goes, overcome with fatigue and thirst, Rama had asked his brother Lakshmana to bring him some water. Laxman instantly shot an arrow into the ground, and water from Ganges gushed forth from the ground. Hence the place is called Banganga, the Ganga created on a baan (arrow). Next to the tank area  there is still an old Hindu cemetery consisting of samadhi of various Advaita gurus. Walking next to the dimly lit graves, surrounded by Banyan Tress in the quite of the night is a creepy experince.

Next came the difficult part of the journey, the climb to Hanging Gardens. It was here where I initially regretted that I had taken an non-geared cycle. But after making the entire climb without any stop, the sense of achievement I felt was unmatched.  At Hanging Gardens we had our next well deserved break, where we were fed samosas and bananas.

We had already completed half our trip, from Hanging Gardens we continued to Peddar Road, Antilia House and Haji Ali Dargah. Cycling at full speed in the middle of the road is an experince which can't be explained in words. 

At Haji Ali Dargah, I heard of the tale of the Dargah for the first time.  According to legend, once Haji Ali saw a poor woman crying on the road, holding an empty vessel. He asked her what the problem was, she sobbed that her husband would thrash her as she stumbled and accidentally spilled the oil she was carrying. He asked her to take him to the spot where she spilt the oil. There, he jabbed a finger into the soil and the oil gushed out. The overjoyed woman filled up the vessel and went home. Later, Haji Ali had a recurring and disturbing dream that he had injured Earth by his act. Full of remorse, he soon fell ill and directed his followers to cast the coffin carrying his body into the Arabian Sea. The casket carrying his body got stuck in the string of rocky islets just off the shore of Worli. Thus, the Dargah was constructed there.

Idli @ Worli Fort
The penultimate stop of our midnight tour was Worli Seaface. By then majority of the group was showing signs of fatigue, but I was so full of adrenaline that I just wanted to continue cycling. We then left our cycles near the entrance to Worli Koliwada, from where we walked to Worli Fort. Yet another place in Mumbai which I was visiting for the first time. Here while waiting for the sun rise we had our breakfast of idli and chai. Unfortunately the weather being hazy we were not able to see the sunrise properly. 

After reaching home, I could do nothing but spend the entire day in bed.Thank goodness it was Sunday. But I have to tell you, the trip was totally worth it. The cycling through empty streets, the conversations with people, seeing Mumbai in a new light and learning more about its history. It was joked in the group that it was the healthiest Saturday ever.

The trip cost Rs. 1500. I would really recommend the midnight cycle tour to every Mumbaikar.  Reality Tours and Travels gives 80% of its profits back to the community. The guides who come from improvised background are so knowledgeable, that on all stops I was learning something new about the city.

To sum up, its not that we have never been to majority of the above places. But trust me roaming Maximum City in night on a bicycle is something to be experienced.

Maximum City at Dawn

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Your Hands are the Reason I am Me

Your Hands held me when I took my first Breath,
Your hands held me when I took my first step,
Your hands fed me when I took my first bite,
Your Hands wiped my tears after my first fall.

No Foods more tastier than those cooked by your hands,
No Sleeps more restful than falling asleep in your hands,
Never scared when my arms are in your hands,
What makes the house a home is your hands.

Your hands gave me a million things,
Your hands taught me a thousand things,
Your hands held me when sickness struck,
Your hands guided me when I lost my path.

When I ran away, you called me with your hands
When I hurt you, the love never was lost from your hands
You Guided me, consoled me, held me, fed me with your hands
Your hands are the reason I am me.

- Savio

Happy 60th Birthday Mummy,  Love you :*