Saturday, October 3, 2015

hmmm...



Lies unfold, magic dies,
love fades, a broken heart cries.
Promises shatter, foreverness betrays,
what was mine and only mine, strays.

Sudden revelations, years of trial,
hints unnoticed, says the sire.

A halfhearted apology, an unsure mind,
years of trust, nowhere to find.
Time pleaded, time given.
Heart sinks, confusion galore,
What good are confessions when,
attraction continues unjaded.


What was crystal clear
is covered in mist and fog,
what was one, is conveniently plenty.

The victim is shamed, time a constrain.
The battered heart cries in vain.
A smile the lips wear, a smile of despair.
The mind seeks answers, heart gives up
weaknesses show, shame creeps up.

Life goes on, painful and sore.
Sympathy reasoned for silence for so long.

In resisting is strength,
words don't make a wrong, right.


Why promise and lie?
Why love and betray?
Why love and leave, what if it were I who went astray?


Thursday, December 27, 2012


I will shine.


Two strange hands, 
an unwanted touch.
Struggling eyes , 
Might, that momentarily couldn't do much.

A battle lost,
A war yet to be fought,
Strength of a soul 
that remains untouched.

Punish the guilty
Why blame the prey?
Why predict a dark future?
What fault was theirs?

Why blame the dusk, the dress, the time
Why charge the wounded, why hide a crime?

The body may be bruised,
The soul no beast can destroy
For no fault of my own
Shall I be forced for life to cry?

Rise , shine, a war is waiting to be won.
Life is to be lived,
Darkness will soon sublime.
Have faith in the slowly rising sun.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Daawat

Muh se raal tapak rahi hai,

Aaj din bhar ki khel kud ke baad,

Ye jo khaane ki sugandh si aa rahi hai!


Chane, jalebiyan , pizza aur cake,

Aalu ka paratha, khaungi aaj bhar pet.

Zaraa dekh to chhotu, yahaan kuch panniyon mein aachaar ka tel hai lipta,

Aur dekh us panni mein pada hai roti ka ek pauna tukda chipta.


Aaj to puri daawat hai jaise,

Par pehle is khaane to zaraa theek thaak main kar loon,

Chanon mein lagi makkhi, jalebiyon ke tukdon mein chipki cheetiyaan hataa loon.

Samoseke aalo mein lase sa hai, us par pehle koyle ka halka sek lagaa loon aur

Roti ke is paune tukde ko zara paani ki chheet se mulayam banaa loon.


Pizaa par cake ki cream lagi hai,

Lagta hai kisi shaandaar party ke baad ye jaldbaazi mein feki gayi hai.


Vaah! Ab hua na ye, maharaajaon waala khaana.

Kabhi kabhi sochti hoon, hum ghareeb to kachde mein pade khaane ka bhi aadar karte hai,

Phir jinhe upar wala itna deta hai,

Vo kis dil se itne achce khaane ko kachde mein phek dete hain....

Friday, November 5, 2010

My Blind Rainbow


You Bore my burden

You felt me breathe

You stayed up all night

to see me sleep.


You made me laugh,

You wiped my tears.

You held my hand,

Walked me through all my fears..


That hand on my forehead

That peck on my cheeks

That tight hug, the constant counsel,

That pat when i felt weak..


This loneliness

This uncertainty

This wait

This Dilemma

Every passing minute adding on to the already worn out calendar.


But the hope, the constant Hope

of hearing Your laughter,

of that braod smile

of that fond touch

Of Your love


of the hope that You will bring back

The colours to my blind Rainbow..

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Long time!!

This one has been long due. I think I am writing almost after six months! And hence a small little post on why so. Exams got over and I topped my department! Yaay! CU got beaten blue with 75% in my second year!Hell Yeah!! hehe.

Learnt two lessons, one was a rerun of an older lesson and the second is not even worth mentioning! So why mention?

I am in Bangkok now, working with an NGO here. A few things among many many that I learnt here. One, no they don’t eat cockroaches here (atleast the people i have met) and two, no not every language, which is not known to you, is Chinese! :P

I miss my friends and family. Normal. I love my OWN little apartment, room really, but my own!:) I have put up pink and blue curtains and lots of cushions and pillows!:)

I will write something creative soon. :)


Till then

Peace

Friday, February 12, 2010

Valentines day Special :)

When you look at me I look away,
When I grin you smile.
When I hop on the pavement,
With care, you make way,
With a look which says you would walk, with me, like this for miles…

Those reassuring words
Straight from the heart,
That beautiful light of forever-ness
Straight from the start.

That dent on the right,
leaves me wounded,
The “Ms India” Smile,
renders me daunted.

Those little bouts of anger
That you happily endure
Those mood swings you heartily accept
Which can, and do, injure..

For all the reasons you make me smile
For all the reasons my life is on a new high
For all your promises, come what may, you would never bid Adieu


I LOVE YOU…..

Friday, December 11, 2009

Smile! :)



This post is inspired by Genie's Post "Smile Because" http://geniespeaks.blogspot.com/2009/12/smile-because.html



Everything today has a rationale, an explanation, an intention, and a Smile is no exception. So here are a few interpretations that I have come to, a few types of smiles that I have seen and well, in most cases been subject to! The deal here is, while reading the smiles stated below, smile differently while you read each of them and tell me if its effective.


1. The “this is how it’s done honey” Smile- this type of smile usually is the result of you not knowing how to do a particular thing in front of someone who does. Try eating with a chopstick at a restaurant, fail miserably, drop that wonton on the floor, look to your right/ left, there will be flashed a smile by a pair of lips that have successfully sucked in the noodles the way they are supposed to be with chopsticks!!


2.The “Shit I forgot your name” Smile- You get into the train at the metro railway, and this old school mate whose name you do not remember, has to be there in the same compartment, sitting right in front of where you are standing, and says, “may I hold you bag, hey, Hi!!!! How are you! its been so long”, and you smile to her and to yourself you say, “what was her name god! Please please god”. You do all this while giving her this particular smile!


3. The “the B****/B****** is here” Smile- you are at a party, talking to a friend and you spot a common acquaintance cum subject of hatred, he/she waves to you and walks near you. What do you do, you bitch/dog about that person to your friend while flashing your fangs in the “The B*****/B****** is here” smile. This kind of smile is verty flexible and can be used in most situations where you are around someone you do not like/love.


4. The “oops she did it again” Smile- you go to a wedding and your son/daughter/sibling/dog drops water/tea/coffee/plate/chair/etc on the floor, what do you do, u flash your “oops she did it again” smile. Hota hai bhai, relax!


5. The “ I so hate being a part of this conversation/party” Smile- I am sure all of us have been through this. Imagine yourself at a party with your mom’s friends, talking about how big you have grown, how your mom’s bellbottoms are something you must try, they are in fashion again after all :P, how you should be careful about choosing your career, how “arts nahi commerce is better for you beta” , with the kitne duble/dubli ho gaye/gayi ho when you just weighed yourself and have discovered that the pastries from cakes have finally shown their true colours.


6. The “I am going to flunk” Smile- you finish your paper an hour before the others, you submit your paper and leave the room, you get the dirtiest of looks wanting to know if your claims of not even completing the syllabus, forget revising were false, you give them the guys, don’t worry, “I am going to flunk” smile and leave, putting a smile on their faces in return!


7- The “Miss India” Smile- you are in no mood/frame of mind to smile, u have a head ache, stomach ache, and a friend says smile I am clicking, the pain vanishes for those 4 seconds and there comes the miss/Mr India smile!


8.The lost Smile- No this one is not connotative of a smile when you are lost, I am talking about a smile which today is a little difficult to find, is lost. I call it a genuine Smile. A smile which has no connotations, no meanings, no hidden aspirations. A smile, which wants in return only one thing. A smile.

P.S 1- did not mean to get preachy at the end.
P.S 2- dimpled smiles are particularly cute. No Bias though!

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Stand UP!!!!




The past few weeks have kept me super duper busy and taught me a great deal at the same time.
I was recently involved with the Maidan clean up campaign. There was so much garbage, most of which was “government sponsored” that one could not even see the ground. I , personally threw nearly 15 sacks of thermocol and there was still loads lying there. The high point of the clean up was when six little kids, living nearby, enthusiastically started to help us, with no slippers to protect their tender feet, they just kept going. Baku said to me, “didi aaj yahaan park banaake hi chorenge. Phir hum log yahaan ball ball khelenge”.
To him I said, haan zaroor khelenge, to my self I added “ek din”….
I am looking to do something for these kids, I dont have funds, i know it will take time, but where there is a will, it always finds its way!

As part of the stand up and take action campaign, My friend of two decades now, Vibhu and I organized a little play called “The Crazy cockroaches” (my little sis sana, friend ash, vibz and I played the roaches)… we sang, danced, acted, distributed things like pencils , soap, jute bags to the school kids, to street kids who saw the play. It felt nice. Through the play we taught them the importance of cleanliness of living harmoniously, the problems plastic can cause and by the end of it all, the kids, before leaving made sure that there was not one piece of garbage on the floor. The dustbins were full! It felt even better.

Today is diwali and I think I have had one of my best Diwali’s till date. Vibhu, this kid (he will kill me for calling him a kid, he is in college 2nd yr) Dhruv and I went around Russell street and park street distributing paper bags and pamphlets detailing the end poverty campaign for about an hour and a half. Some of the experiences were just amazing. Outside this dry cleaning ka shop called “shanghai” in Russell street we stopped a lady, elderly, handed out a bag to her and said “happy Diwali”! she refused to take it and said “I am sorry I am not giving you people any donations”. We smiled and told her we don’t need any, this is her diwali gift from us, and ours in return would be her promise to us that she would avoid using plastic bags and discourage people to use them as they are main cause of the flood menace and other hazards for our city, our country, our world . She was so impressed, she forced us to take a 100 rs from her, use it for one of our awareness campaigns, she also gave us her number and said she would love to be a part of our future endeavors. We stopped about 80 people on the road today, and explained to them why its important for them to stop and think and not pollute the environment. And you know what, they smiled, and listened and said they will try. One of them said, “don’t you guys want anything in return?” and we said, “no sir, happy diwali!” After all teh hardwork we came back to Vibhu's place had pizza, pasta, icecream, laddu, kaanji vada and made a beautiful flower rangoli! I love my life!



My peace workshops now called "Peace for Youth" will resume now as vacations are over. Really looking forward to that now. We have got a beautiful banner made for the same!

And if you liked the post but thought that it could have been written in a more crisp manner, pardon me, pardon my fever.

Until the next post
Stay conscious!

Peace...

Thursday, September 24, 2009

The Mender....


I once met a man on the street
Curiously intently looking at all.

‘What do you do for a living sir’, I asked,
He mends destroyed souls he said.
I was shocked beyond repair! Am I talking to god in disguise??
‘Tell me more Sir, tell me more’!

He said he waits for people to wear out their souls,
“These days there is so much money, honey, that souls are less cared for,
People walk through all the wrong lanes and streets,
Can harm their souls even behind closed doors .

“I wait for people to wear out their souls completely, to trample on a mess,
I wait for them to be rendered completely soul-less,
I wait for their souls to go to waste,
I wait for them to take wrong decisions and head on to a slippery slope in haste.”

“People then come to me to keep my profession alive,
They bargain with me to get their souls mend! Can u imagine!
Bargain for something so insignificant as a soul!”

“Excuse me sir? A soul is a huge affair! Where would a man be without a good soul?
And you wait for people to wear them out? Who are you? Certainly not God?”

He laughed real hard and said,
You got me wrong child. I don’t mend “souls”
I meant I mend soles.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Women and Rights;an Indian perspective.

(This ia a paper i had recently presented in the american centre in kolkata, its a little long yeah, so if you have the enthu do read it and tell me if u like it!)

Nehru had rightly said, “You can tell the condition of a nation by looking at the status of women of that nation.”

The position of women in India has undergone tremendous changes through history. From having a largely unknown status in the ancient era, through the medieval period’s low points, to the present scenario, the history of women in India has been eventful.

Human rights, simply put, are certain rights which one has by virtue of being born human, thus, Every woman and girl is entitled to the realization of all human rights -- civil, political, economic, social and cultural -- free from any kind of discrimination, just like any other human being. The situation that prevails in our country today, however, has a different picture to portray.

The woman of modern India is confidant, self reliant, we say, but this fraction of the urban modern woman only projects a part of the true picture. With most of India’s population situated in the rural areas not all women have seen the light of the modern globalised world that India has turned into. For them the most important task of the day is not doing something extraordinary in the world around them, but to line up early in the morning to collect water for their families, while worrying about their children at home, being beaten up in case of delay in household chores all at an age when the average urban woman or man for that matter would be availing educational opportunities or perhaps be talking about liberation and human rights.


Unfortunately the statistics and data sum to defy the rosy picture that international human rights standards beautifully display on paper. The fact is that policy making bodies still lack a significant number of women. Where the question of the 1/3rd quota is concerned it is a cause of worry to see no agreement being arrived at by the Indian law makers on the issue. It is disturbing to see that around crores of women in our country can neither read nor write; making up the world’s largest number of illiterate women in a single nation, and the sex ratio of 933/1000 is one of the worst in the world.

India as a nation today is growing, and so is its population. Amartya Sen has rightly stated that the most immediate adversity caused by a high rate of population growth lies in the loss of freedom that women suffer when they are shackled by persistent rearing and bearing of children. Social and economic handicaps such as female Illiteracy, lack of economic independence and employment opportunities contribute greatly to muffling women’s voices within the family and in society. Secondly according to Sen, the absence of knowledge or facilities of family planning can also be a source of helplessness. Third, there are cultural, even religious factors that place young women in a subservient position and make them accept burdens. These inequities may not even have to be forced on women physically as women’s subservient role as well as frequent child bearing may appear natural when these practices have been sanctioned by a long history that generates uncritical acceptance.



Another very important area that I wish to dwell into is the sexual crimes committed against women. It is commendable to see the great number of laws to punish the offenders of sexual harassment, be it at the workplace, or rape by public officials etc, what saddens me is the fact that marital rape has not been declared a crime in India the way it should have been. Section 375, the provision of rape in the Indian Penal Code (IPC), has echoing very archaic sentiments, mentioned as its exception clause- “Sexual intercourse by man with his own wife, the wife not being under 15 years of age, is not rape.” Women so far have had recourse only to section 498-A of the IPC, dealing with cruelty, to protect themselves against “perverse sexual conduct by the husband”. But, where is the standard of measure or interpretation for the courts, of ‘perversion’ or ‘unnatural’, the definitions within intimate spousal relations?

The much awaited Domestic Violence Act, 2005 (DVA) has also been a disappointment. It condones sexual abuse in a domestic relationship of marriage or a live-in, only if it is life threatening or grievously hurtful. It is not about the freedom of decision of a woman’s wants. It is about the fundamental design of the marital institution that despite being married, she retains and individual status, where she doesn’t need to concede to every physical overture even though it is only be her husband. Honour and dignity remains with an individual, irrespective of marital status.

It is also important to discuss the position of The Indian woman in comparison to her counterparts in the different parts of the world, developed as well as developing, keeping in mind the topic of discussion today, “India in the new Global order”. We tend to believe that it is only women in our country who are denied their rights or against whom violence is committed, but it is astonishing to see her counterparts in the “developed” world facing similar issues. In the US, a woman is raped every 6 minutes; a woman is battered every 15 seconds, in 2001, more than 15,000 women were sold into sexual slavery in China. With regard to political rights, though in practice one sees deterrence, at least constitutionally every woman in India has the right to vote, compared to her counterparts in countries like Bhutan, Lebanon, the Vatican City and Saudi Arabia. Where the age of marriage Is concerned it rings a bell to note that where India, considered developing, has the age limit atleast on paper of 18yrs, the US allows marriage at the age of 16, and even before that with parental consent



In spite of all that I have said so far there is no doubt that we are in the midst of a great revolution in the history of women in India.; the voice of women is increasingly heard in Parliament, courts and in the streets. While women in the West had to fight for over a century to get some of their basic rights, like the right to vote, the Constitution of India gave women equal rights with men from the beginning. Unfortunately, women in this country are mostly unaware of their rights because of illiteracy and the oppressive tradition. To say that Indian women have made no progress in the last sixty years of the country’s independence and to discount the role of the government in the sphere of women’s encouragement would be blatant criticism. The country’s concern in protecting the rights of women finds its best expression in the Indian constitution which not only empowers the state to make affirmative discrimination in favor of women:Art 15(3), but also imposes a fundamental duty on every citizen through Art 15 (A) (e) to “renounce practices derogatory to the dignity of women.

The Platform for Action adopted at the 4th World Conference on Women states: “Without the active participation and the incorporation of women’s perspective at all levels of decision-making the goals of equality, development and peace cannot be achieved” and India here is no exception. If India is to emerge as a power with equal standing with every other nation it cannot do so without ensuring that the rights of its women are not just guaranteed but also protected.


I would like to end with a little verse which best defines the position of women in India today;

No more the sky is dark for me
No more the horizons bleak
Shout out the light for me
And I………
Will snatch the sunny streak.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

A "Peace"ful trip to remember!!!


After a full fledged effort at creative writing in a paper which required none, our HOD called us to his office. I did not want to go to listen to the same old, how was the paper etc etc, but I am basically a nice person..hehe..so I did.

He informed us about a peace workshop In Nepal the deadline for applying to which was over. He said we could still try. After paper 2, bleh……….
But, well I did, and so did my buddy ash, and before I knew it, we ware two of the 4 students representing India in that workshop!!!!

I was to leave two days after my exams, so there was no time for shopping!! It was my first time in an airplane, in the sense that, I have been in one a lot of times, but was too young to even recollect what the loo looked like!!
I was soooooooooo happy!!!!! One week of freedom, one week of meeting new people, but I was also apprehensive about sleeping during the boring speeches which I was sure I would be subject to!!
But the workshop was anything but that!

After spending a day with a Nepalese family in Katmandu, we were shifted to Godavari, Lalitpur, Nepal, in a beautiful and luxurious hotel!! After being given 20 minutes to settle down, we met our fecilitator for the next 4 days, Mr Ekraj Sabur, or Ek, as he likes to be called.
The next four days passed in a jiffy!! We slept for only 5 hours everyday! Me and ash, for 3 or at the max , cuz we had “bhujia eating sessions” in our room from 2 am onwards! We even missed breakfast at times because we couldn’t let India and its tradition for punctuality down because of selfish reasons! Hehe (plus we would rather dress up all prim and proper than go for a heavy breakfast, don’t blame us.)

The days were full of activities, some weird, but it all ended in some sort of a conclusion which left us all amazed. For instance, for one particular activity, the students were divided in to two groups, and asked to draw their version of a peaceful world. After this, the pictures were exchanged and and each of the groups were then asked to destroy the other groups perception of a peaceful world. Students seemed more excited to do this than to create the former picture. After this task, it seemed impossible to rebuild the picture, but our facilitator, asked us to do exactly this. After a lot of thinking, collective effort and team work, both the groups successfully rebuilt their peaceful world pictures. It was amazing!!

I made friends from Pakistan, Nepal, sri lanka and Bangladesh. There was a cultural night where me and ash, performed a play on religious harmony from the eyes of a mosquito!! And it was a hit!

Some of us bonded like we knew each other since forever! Mayukh, Ash and me from Kolkata, Saquib from Pakistan and Kuldeep from Nepal.

On the 5 th day we were to meet the prime minister of Nepal, and submit to him a youth declaration which we had not even started working on till 12 at night the day before. But, however, with 2 packets of lays, one bourbon as fuel, we, 5 of us started our mission and by 3 we had a rough draft prepared. On the last day of the workshop, we finalized( can I say “I” here as my friends decided to give me the “privilege” to do the same all by myself! hmph) the draft and met the prime minister at his residence in the evening. I read the draft out in front of him and shook hands with him,
( manmohan singhji, are you listening??).

The Indian and Pakistani team were to fly after another day, so we shopped went to Pashupati Temple or posupoti as one of our organizers called it. Kuldeep invited us to his place for dinneer where his sister cooked for all of us! We had a blast. The five of us stayed up till around 4 in the morning , and were to go see the “ex” palace and do some last minute shopping in the morning. We were however in for a surprise.

Kuldeep, whom we deprived of any sleep he begged for, knocked at our door at 6 am, to tell us that there was a bandh and no transport was available, so we would have to walk it to the airport, which would take us not more than TWO HOURS!! We felt bad for ourselves, and for him. (the organizers couldn’t make it to the hotel to drop us because of the bandh, and kuldeep who had his exams in a week’s time, whom we did not have any sleep happily agreed to drop us)

We were however lucky to find a bus, specially arranged for tourists with his help, and were at the airport 7 hours before our flight.

I will never forget me and ash discussing about ahem ahem, someone who must not be named, and having “aamshotta” at 3 in the morning!!!
It was all in all an experience of a lifetime, no squabbles, no arguments, making wonderful friends from all over south east asia!!

PEACE!!!!! (or as Jenee our sweetheart called it ‘peash’)

Saturday, June 6, 2009

i will be back soon!!

hello all!!
my first yr exams just got over.
YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Yes, where was i, my exams...YABADABADOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..
sorry i am gettin carried away!:P
anyway, am leaving for a workshop to nepal, yes i will be phoren return!!:P
Hope to write somethin soon!!
till then......miss me!!!!:P
(you get it na??i m basically very happy abt completing those 5 HUMOUNGOUS papers!!)

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

My Moonlady...


She sits by herself,
With hollows in her heart.
She likes to believe she brightens the otherwise dull world,
But the world, it deprives her of this happiness.

She calmly bears solitude,
While the world around her moves at its usual pace.

At times, she is forced to hide behind dark,dead shadows.
She sits up there, in the façade of a queen like existence,
Little does anyone know, that her twinkling subjects are not at her mercy.

She doesn’t complain, they say her existence is on rent.
Like a phoenix she stands tall on days,
And disappears into thin air on some, like she never was.
They don’t question her arrival, her leaving,
They know she won’t be gone for long, they take her for granted
She lets them…

I can see her face from far away,
I can see a change of emotions in it everyday.
She smiles upon me; I can even see her sigh,
I see an expression sometimes on her
A look which says, she just bid her beloved ….goodbye.

In some ways she is like me
In some I wish I was like her….
My moon-lady.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

I Want To Blog It Blog It!!


I want to blog
For which my brain cells have tried to slog.
I do not know what to write,
My writings now give me a fright !

I do not have a writers block
My brain is lying in serenity in its “chamber” under a rusty lock.
By the way, what is the time by your …errrr….mmm….clock?

Please tell me if you survive reading this piece of crap,
I read it and I was zapped!
Look what has dawned upon me,
I need some fodder for my brain you see.
For all those who do not know this is not how I write
Will never dare again to open this site!!

I don’t know if this is a limerick
Or a nursery rhyme
But in the blogging world
To write such a piece could surely be considered a crime!

But I cant help it, I will write and laugh at my own labor till I cry,
If you think I have lost it…
Kill me and I will die!!!

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Lifeless III


The clothes lie in the dryer like you had left them,
The stains on the tea mugs remain.
Everything seems to have changed today,
Yet it all seems the same.

My forehead is still moist with your kiss.
My eyes still unlock everyday to be able to see your face,
My heart still beats with the hope of a twist in fate.

The stench of fresh flowers chokes me to death
The laughter of innocence makes my eyes go wet.
The starlit sky looks like a thousand thorns set up to bruise the already battered.
The wounded moon reminds me of a façade of happiness, hiding in its hollows,
A thousand dreams left shattered.

Stop it. This wait. It makes me want to die.
Stop it. This laughter it makes me want to cry.


The outer me flawless.
The inner me….lifeless.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

This and that, here and There!!

I have no energy left whatsoevr in me to write something innovative, out of the ordinary or something which will make you write real nice comments for me.

But, all Giving as I am I shall not deprive you of any non-intellectual humour/crap after all!!:P

I have started freelancing for a Co. So, right now I am working, studying, have commitments at home and of course dig my own grave even deeper by volunteering to do things that I could easily escape from! a very recent one being volunteering to be the public announcer at a rally in Cal!!!!! plz, stop reading that again and again!I did it! coz it was for a good cause and did not feature desperate and frustated spinsters screaching for attention. I am actually real happy that I was a part of it! bloody media did not give the cause any real coverage! guess it did not have enough masala to get their curry spices right!

I also came across a trait of mine that I would never have other wise. Leave me anywhere in the world and I will never get lost!! but leave me on foot!!
There is another trait in me that I can stand strongly for! my road sense sucks!! For those of you who know cal roads, I once walked from maidan to minto park to maidan again and back to rabindra sadan in a day and on another walked from esplanade to central to esplanade to central!!! yes, u read that correct, I walked. I didn’t get lost though! wow!! Having always travelled in a car for as early as I can recollect I was not too familiar with public transport. but now, well, things have changed! from metro to auto to bus to even tram!and I am happy about it!! I don’t know which bus goes from where and stops where, thus, I stop every bus I see and ask “dada, ekhane jaaben,okhaaney jaaben”. some of them even remember me now and before I ask say ,”na, jaabe na”. someones getting famous.

one good thing happened to me though, I have a new phone!! and its a pleasant change after having real sad ones for more than two years now!

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

nothing really

hmmm....its 1-34 pm. I am at home. have nothing much to do. Guitar classes will start, wen, i dunno. I am blogging, i dunno why. You are reading coz u are nice!!;) (damn did that rhyme??)

I want to go have a cup of coffee right now in CCD, with whom? i don't know!!

No i am not drunk!! the "teetotaler" me!! learnt that word a few days back, and no, thats not how you pronounce it!! and no, the line above did not rhyme!! stop reading it again and again!!'why' and 'nice' cannot rhyme!!

I saw an episode of Bigggg BOSSS or howsoever it is spelt!!,, the other day. Its stupid! the roadies thingy these days on Mtv SUCKS!! i like the show but hate those losers sitting and bitching and dogging!!( why blame the females alone!!wen women bitch its bitching and wen men do the same its "dogging")

oh! and yeah! i know, thanx to my friends i know a lot of you know my name, but i still like to be addressed as "whats in a name". peace****

"anyways,,u continue!! sab good hai!!peace hai!tata!!"

adios

ciao

khudahafiz

Saturday, October 4, 2008

My Creation Of Havoc!


After that incredible noise, all was quiet and I was no exception.
I woke up to see no roof over my head.
Infact, I lay on the floor, I could not locate my bed.

I went into the outside and saw what I could have never imagined to have seen.
I moved into my garden. My heart ached, my body froze, my mind, bewildered.
I saw my son. Actually just a part of him.
I saw his aeroplane clutched in his fist,
I do not know where the rest of him was, it was just his aeroplane and just his fist.
I screamed. The inside of me was dead.

I went looking for my little princess,
All that was left was burning ash and that stench of plastic. She never parted with her doll.

My eyes refused to emote and my heart refused to obey.
I rushed to the pond nearby and I washed my face.
But. The touch of water? I couldn’t feel it anymore.

Then I suddenly felt my son’s touch and felt my princess’s little hands in my own.
I kissed them, hugged them tight.
I was elated though startled that they suddenly looked alright!

My son then told me it was time for ‘us’ to go! “Go where”? I asked
He smiled took me by my hand and showed me my bodily self charcoaled!

My creation of Havoc, my Time Bomb refused to follow orders last night.
Before I could plant it safely to kill a few,
It gave me a fight!



Monday, September 1, 2008

The Hidden Truth

Thank your stars that you opened this blog! God alone knows what you would have done if you missed reading it!
All your life you’ve been misled and misguided into believing things that never were true!
You see, I am doing my Masters in Human Rights and thus felt it was my duty to issue these truths below in public interest!

1.Fried food is bad for health.
Food is fried these days in vegetable oil. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you? So you see, the more the fried the better.

2.You should lessen your intake of meat!
Seriously man, what an outright lie! What does lamb eat? Grass and corn, thus logically a kebab is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of ensuring that your body gets enough Greens! Need grain? Eat chicken!

3. Talking too much on the phone is bad for your Ear Drums.
I mean seriously, you say exercise is a must, and one must believe in overall maintenance. How on earth are you going to get your ears to lift those weights!

4.Doing homework on time is a good habit.
No its Not! The world is moving at a fast pace today, you can’t be laid back and take your own sweet time to do your homework at home, it spoils you. So, always remember to complete it in a hurry while your mom is buttoning your shirt, while eating breakfast simulataneously, learn the art of juggling your commitments, the big bad fast moving world is waiting for you!

5. Screaming and abusing are bad.
Ya right! It maintains your blood pressure, thus saving you from a future tendency of a heart attack while also ensuring that you follow Gandhiji’s ideals of saying nothing but the truth about the other person. What on earth have you been taught all this while? Sheeeesh.

6. Lying is a bad habit.
This is the limit! arrey?? See it this way. I lied and my lie saved you from getting mad at me, screaming at me, and a possible chance of an increased blood pressure, of a brain haemorrhage leading to a possible state of a partial coma or paralysis. And you still say it’s a bad thing.
Huh. So much for caring……sobs

7. If you don’t make it to IIM/IIT you are useless.
Obviously not! IIM/IIT people study a lot, get foreign internships, get a lot of money and settle abroad. Thank God that you do not suffer like them. You saved time, went for the Para football, did not become a spend thrift and listen to an Indian boss screaming his ass off at you! Asli Bhartiya!

Hope all of this proved to be an eye opener! Will be glad to incorporate more of these sacred truths in public interest from all of you! ;)

Thursday, August 21, 2008

A sad city of joy!!


Hello all, i had done a little shoot for CNN-IBN on another beggar like Bilal (the man in the picture above)....the shoot was not aired( because of "bigger stories" and the beggar dissapeared!!! i was too guilty[because i feel i was the cause of his loss of livelihood-god alone knows where that disfigured beggar remember;the one near the park street metro station went] and scared for bilal and thus did not do any shoot for him. Here’s a little something that i found out about Bilal..............
"Every Kolkatan at some point has walked on this footpath, but it is surprising how very few or none have noticed Bilal. I always remember seeing Bilal, in his mid 40s, with no hands and a body so frail that one could easily count his ribs. According to the hawkers of this chowringhee footpath Bilal has been lying on his stomach, shiverring, for the past 10-15 yrs. Kolkata is full of men and women like bilal, some handicapped, blind with no rehabilitation and some like this man outside the park street metro station, literally rotting away in pain! and some so old that it is shameful to see them, from the comfort of our cars and taxis, having to stand in the sun and beg! Unlike others who have made begging their occupation out of choice, People like them beg because they have no choice; who will give an old man or a man with no hands or legs a job today? There are others who wander with no clothes on without a trace of shame as a lot of them are mentally challenged. The question is, what is the government doing? Where are the ever active human rights activists and NGO's? When it comes to people like this, where does the spirit of the residents of the city of joy go? People like them do not require those extra ten rupees that you have generously decided to spare, they need HELP!! The agencies concerned, the citizens have to join hands to rehabilitate them and ensure them of their basic right, their right to life!!"