Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Heaven, earth, or hell?

"I am fed up of this world."

"It has only bought pains to my life."

"This world stinks. It has nothing but evil residing in it."

"I must end my life."

"Only then will I get salvation and reach my true goal."

"Only then will I reach heaven and be one entity with my God."

"God, I am coming to you!"

Seconds later, it was all over.


Aisha and Karan were celebrating the birth of their first daughter. She was crying indiscriminately
because she could not see any signs of heaven anywhere around her.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Am I a virus?

Sometimes I feel as if I am no better than a virus.

  • I need to eat at least three times a day. If one of my meals doesn't happen to be a good one, I start to fret.
  • I need to sleep for 8 hours daily. Sleeping any less makes me worry about my health or makes me feel dizzy.
  • I need love and support of my dear ones from time to time to keep me in good spirits.
  • I need to take a vacation periodically to break the "monotony" of my life.

So, anything which disturbs my daily routine makes me angry. I am a slave of my needs. I am in a prison whose cages are so far off that I can't even see them.

Consequently, I feel that I am free when I am not.

Am I different from a virus?

What value am I adding other than feeding on the meat of my metabolic clock and my so-called "inner-self"?

Singham - Is it dangerous?

Singham is a powerful film in many ways. And it entertains too.

The high packed action and the punchy dialogues dot the movie. Ajay Devgn completely fits into the character of the protoganist. He plays a role which could have easily gone horribly wrong (Remember Yuva?).

And Prakash Raj gives another cracking performance after Wanted. Be ready to see him nominated in the best villain category at many award functions this year.

But sadly, Singham stops at just that. A tale of blood, fight and gore. And it sets a dangerous precedent.

Let me explain.

Singham talks about the police force of India and the nexus of politicians and the police.
It exposes the utterly corrupt police force and its myriad in inefficiencies.

But it does not offer any solution. Instead, it spews the dangerous venom of eye for an eye.

Prakash Raj manages to get a policeman kill himself under stress over false corruption charges.

And when Ajay Devgn challenges Raj, he threatens by getting him transferred to Goa. In a scene, he barges into the police station where Devgn works and promises him a 1000 deaths.

Eventually, Devgn gets the better of Raj.

But here is the turning point. The movie glorifies the blood for blood adage. Raj is killed by Devgn in the same police station and in the presence of all the police officers (Including the DGP).

Where is the judiciary? What happened to the judges?

Is the film suggesting that the only way to eliminate organized crime is by blind killing and the law has no role to play in it? The police man is reduced to just a killer in uniform.

But Singham is not supposed to answer such questions. It is a "masala" film. And did we mention Kajal Agrawal!

Saturday, September 10, 2011


Looking through the window
Rains pouring down

The drenched roads burn with passion
Trying to invoke your aphrodisiac hormones

The soft cool breeze mesmerizes
Plays hide and seek with your cheeks and hair

The clouds are baring their wings
Promising a one way ticket

The elements within you lose their control
You yearn….
            To burn in its passion
            To melt in its blanket
            To board the last cloud

When suddenly..
The thin bubble of illusion breaks
And you return to what some people call 'Reality'

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

The Waft

The waft is too enticing

It fills me with passion

And draws me towards itself

I see it sparkling

It invites me with open arms and a magical smile

I pause, and muse whether I should go for it

Try to put on my thinking caps

But its lusturous edifice blocks my brain

And I run to grab it

Only to drown myself in another round of alcohol

I feel it makes me forget my life

But the truth is

It makes it even more painful

I feel trapped

In a never ending spiral

With darkness all around

I vow to quit everytime

Only to be swarmed by its waft....pity..

Saturday, May 21, 2011

The Camp

“Don’t forget to share the parathas with your friends”, reminded Mummy as I ran towards the school bus. I said I won’t and waved goodbye with a cute smile. The smile stemmed from the fact that the bus was not going to take me to the school today. We were going for a 2 day camp to kheerpur, a small valley about 250 kms from the bustling city.

I was soon joined by Shraddha and Aparna in the bus. By the time the bus was out of city limits, the vehicle was full of noise and incessant chatting. Mrs Sharma, our English teacher and the chief organizer of the camp divided us into two groups and we began playing antakshari. I was the first one to start singing, which was the usual trend in my class. “Maine churi hai khankayi….” started our game.

“Hum dil de chuke sanam, tere ho gaye hain hum…” sang Dolly. Me and my friends couldn’t bear her voice.

“She shrieks!”

“What a waste of such a beautiful song.”

We just couldn’t stand Dolly. She was too interested in boys and would back-bite about us in front of them.
Soon, Kheerpur arrived. We set up a camp. The teachers organized the 35 girls into groups of 7 each. Each group had to choose a captain. I was happy that Shraddha and Aparna were in my group.

Shikha came running towards us. “Guess what! Dolly is in our group.”

We had 5 separate tents. Each group was supposed to prepare its own food. The day would involve various activities followed by a final program in the evening.

We prepared the dinner with Dolly’s share of zero percent. When Aparna asked her to help us, she calmy replied, “I am not feeling well.” Shraddha, the tomboy of our group wanted to take the matter in her own hands but I stopped her.

“Its better without her.”

Post dinner, we went straight to bed, tired of the journey during the day.

To be continued..

P.S. This story and the subsequent part(s) are inspired by a story I read in class 5. There is no intention of any plagiarism, whatsoever.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Book review of India After Gandhi

Why does he behave like this?

He fights with the neighbour,

He quarrels with another citizen,

He beats his wife,

He back stabs his friends,

              What purpose does it serve?

              Does it pander his ego?

              Or does it give him a high?

He celebrates the festivals,

He worships the gods,

He fights for them,

He kills for them,

              What purpose does it serve?

              Does it take him closer to his god?

              Or does it confirm his berth in heaven?

Alas! He doesn't pander to his ego or goes to heaven

He just wants to get away,

From the hopeless, emptiness of this life..

Even if its for a small time..

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Dhobi Ghat - A description of people's Lives

I recently watched Dhobhi Ghat. By the time the movie ended, I was left wondering whether I was watching a film or peeping into other people's lives!

The film has 3 central characters. They are all of different economic levels. Shai, the protogonist, is an investment banker. In a scene where she is asked what exactly does she do, she replies, "I basically study economic ternds of South Asian economies". Sounds so high society!

Arun is a painter. He is divorced and lives alone. However, he seems to enjoy his loneliness. He paints while listening to classical music and is not really interested in anything else.

Zohaib is dhobi. He is shy and a wannabe actor.

The movie deals with their lives over a small period of time. Astonishingly, their everyday activities are beautifully captured, quite unlikely for a Bollywood film.

My favorite character is Arun whose life has been captured in a very poignant way. I may be saying this because I too spend my life in a similar way and hence could see a sort of mirror image.

Overall, the movie is great. In fact, I'd quote a facebook status of one of my friends: Dhobi Ghat is for movie lovers and not for movie goers. Nice thought!

Here is the official trailer.

Friday, March 18, 2011

My second Book review

My first book review published

My first book review has been published. Its for a website Uprack, an online book selling website. In fact, from now on, I will be publishing regular book reviews on this site.

Here is the first one

Friday, February 25, 2011

Can social media get you a job?

OMG!! I was offered a job in the area of my liking via social media!

The story goes like this: I had "liked" Jaipur literature Festival's page on facebook. So, I was able to see notifications of that page on my wall.

One post on my wall was an advertisement about a marketing-cum-content writing position in Uprack! This appeared on my wall because they had too liked that page!

I talked to them and  bingo! They hired me(Not in the strictest sense, but in a way. Will explain that in another post.)

As of now, I am excited as I will get an opportunity to do some reading and writing for some body else.

Hopefully, should be able to devote the time required for this venture

Saturday, January 29, 2011

The first kiss..

I set my eyes on her

An apocalypse seems to be happening

The winds seem to block my ears

The brain withholds all memories

The hands go numb

The feet start trembling

Reluctantly, but without fear, I pull her towards myself

A gush of her warm breath embraces me

And I kiss her..

The moment is etched in eternity

The wetness refuses to fade

As I long for yet another first kiss..

Sunday, January 16, 2011

What does it feel like?

What does it feel like?

A pain?

Explain the activities in your body

Picturise the flow of blood in the brain

Do you see a pattern?

A glass is about to overflow

The veins behind the neck appear to have swollen

A tinge of constant pain runs through them

You take deep breaths

You laugh

You cry

And let self-pity engulf you

Another day dawns

And you go back to doing you don't want to

What does it feel like..?

Friday, January 7, 2011

The Enticing opportunity

An old and rusted leaf wafts through air

An orange bulb is bathing the road

The last hawker is leaving for the day

As I ponder on the worthlessness of it all

I take a deep breath

And inhale the last oxygen

Just as the lion waits for its prey, I wait for mine

A faint sound is heard

The bus is coming with full speed

I see an enticing opportunity

To become the bus' prey

As the night swallows another day..