Thursday, March 01, 2018

"Paas paas hum saath saath yuhin baithe rehain... ek doosre se yahi kehte rahein.....
Chate rahein... udte rahein... hum behte rahein...."

Sridevi was the least liked thing about this favourite movie of mine.. mostly because i could not imgine her as Thelma.... but i never found a replacement.

"Kabhi main kahoon... kabhi tum kaho..."

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

I write the truth, and nothing but the truth, when I say how strange I feel at the ease with which I have accepted my new surroundings. It is such a unique experience to finally be some where and realise as if you were destined to be; to realise that you could continue to be here forever.

Collect new memories... treasure the old ones :)




Friday, August 03, 2012

"Turning and turning in the widening gyre..."

My struggle to achieve is my desperation for a closure...target - achieve/lose; move on to next. A vicious circle; one that would never end - the more i lose/achieve the more i want, either way. And when we are stuck between achievement and loss is when we are utterly helpless! 11.56 pm...stuck between 2 days! How can i move time when it never halts? yet it has coagulated for me. "Coagulated", too strong an expression! How words fail you when you have ignored them for years altogether...Can't afford to lose them though...not just yet, at least! How simply life gets distributed onto 4 pre-defined quarters! Once a romatic of art, now scrutinizing excel sheets to squeeze out profits!

Written and re-written and re-written yet again... My life, my world, my all... 

Saturday, July 05, 2008

Waiting for Godot...?






"I cannot explain my plays. Each must find out for himself what is meant." - Samuel Beckett
I borrow this line to describe 'Jaane tu ya jaane na'. It touches a cord deep within and leaves you smiling! It is no Dil Chahata Hai, no Rang De Basanti but its like an unexpectedly bright sunny morning after a cold winter night which leaves a smile on your face:) Perfect begening to a weekend!
You are a participant and a spectator at the same time. You are (almost) sure of the ending becase it seems 'filmy' for obvious reasons; and yet it isn't. It is meant to happen...like it can't be otherwise beacause then it would be unreal...How many of us are looking for Godot without knowing if he exists or if we would ever meet him...How few of us found love in understanding each other and understood each other through that love...
On a lighter note, a movie definitely worth watching...view it till the end and you would forget the ordeal you have to go through in the first half where our protagonists are learning to act. Their effort, however, is rewarded as they come out with flying colurs in the second half.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Planning and Forecasting


A question 'well-wishers' frequently confront you with, "Where do you want to be 5 years from now?" or, "where do you see yourself 10 years from now?" Is it a rhetorical question? Do they really expect an answer? I don't know what to answer that with even if there is a right answer to such queries! 2 years ago I didn't even know I would be working in my current profile; a month ago I wasn't sure I would be sticking to it!

One can't necessarily plan out half a decade in advance. But no, they are not asking for the plan but a general idea! Believe me, the demarcation is invisible...

Planning on such elaborate scale not only takes away the spontaneity from my life but also sucks out the element of surprise from it...But that is not the true reason I (and I hope others like me would agree on this) don't like to plan so much in advance. The reason for this is in case, life doesn't follow the planned route there would always be those bunch of 'well-wishers' waiting to question your planning and execution skills and blaming you for not sticking with your plans for your life! You become answerable. I don't know how, why, when but, you do become liable to defend yourself and answer those questions. And, your monologue is usually followed by the usual 'told-you-so's'. Really if you did do you think I wouldn't have remembered?!

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

...Quite Contrary!

I finally recognise the thought which has been nagging me as I write and save every draft without publishing it for months now. A small voice in my head, keeps on reminding me that whatever I publish shall be read by others and inevitably be judged too. No one likes being assessed by a stranger (as far as my experience with human beings go!). We strive to minimise human errors through technology forgetting that errors help us evolve. One hates being judged unfavourably.

But how can you experience the intensity of pain from a wound without ever having hurt yourself!

Failures keep us going...going towards achieving success; quite contrary!

A regular day at work changes when a deal is won or lost. Without these two extremes life goes on as usual. But it is not the 'usual' which makes you look forward to another day of toil (Even failure is preceded by struggle!).

If I am branded a failure in your judgement I would struggle to write better (even if we never meet, never know each other). Such is the contrariness of achievement!

Monday, May 05, 2008

Bombay Dreams...!!




Thousands of different voices around you yet you are alone. ..that's the beauty of Bombay...it is a spell that has charmed people for many years!! One can either fall in love with this city or despise it completely...both ways it evokes emotion; its impossible to be indifferent!

Saturday, January 05, 2008

"May smiles on the threshold of the years to come,
whispering it will be happier..."

Friday, June 29, 2007


Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain,
Telling me just what a fool I've been.
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain,
And let me be alone again.

Now the only girl I've ever loved has gone away.
Looking for a brand new start!
But little does she know that when she left that day.
Along with her she took my heart.

Rain, please tell me, now does that seem fair
For her to steal my heart away when she don't care
I can't love another, when my heart's somewhere far away.

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain,
Telling me just what a fool I've been.
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain,
And let me be alone again.

Rain, won't you tell her that I love her so
Please ask the sun to set her heart aglow
Rain in her heart and let the love we know start to grow.

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain,
Telling me just what a fool I've been.
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain,
And let me be alone again.

Oh listen to the falling rain
Pitter patter pitter patter,
OhListen, listen to the falling rain
Pitter patter pitter patter,
OhListen, listen to the falling rain
Pitter patter pitter patter

Friday, June 15, 2007

"...fail I alone in words and deeds?
Why, all men strive and who succeed?"

Thursday, April 19, 2007

I wake up with an urge to fly,
But a lowly being, I walk.
Mind implores heart to listen
When all it does is talk.

A burden on my soul I must drag;
An glassless window’s view blocked.
The door to my past lies open, ajar,
When I was sure to have it locked

Would I ever be asked to give up
This one moment I hold so close?
Would I then feel sorry?
No, I shall repent no more…

To maker I wish to thank and pray,
But all through my life I lied.
I faced this life with intention to frown;
I couldn't help but smile.

I faced my world willing to laugh;
Out loud it made me cry!
I face myself struggling to live,
When every moment I die…

Monday, March 12, 2007

“Every good question possessed a power that was lost in its answer…”


This sentence motivated me to finish reading an otherwise intolerable book; a book bestowed with one of the most ‘prestigious’ honours in literary world. Neo-colonialism was the pre-dominant feeling that interjected my quest, time and again…

It is indeed incredible how only those works of literature and theatre that depict the ‘sorry’ events of the past are considered worthy enough of this honour. And this is the very reason why ‘Lagaan’, ‘Water’ and such motion pictures get nominated to the Oscars (but fail to win!).

We are still the land of (barely-clad) snake-charmers to the western half.

Apart from the emotionally charged subject Desai’s novel fails miserably to give a face, a voice, to her characters. They come across as unique, not of this world…they lack in what one may call the ‘human element’. The reader is not experiencing with the characters…he merely becomes a bystander, an on-looker, a spectator… The too obvious impression that one gets is that of the novelist trying to force upon the characters…they are without any real identity because they fail to belong…to a region and to the novel itself. They become a portrait of Whiteman’s natives but nothing more…

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

"A Beautiful Life..."

I wonder if there’s ever been a limit to happiness. Feels as though I trespassed the line months ago…the exact time, the moment, I cant tell; it eludes me too!

How completely world ceases to exist when all that matters is within the reach of an arm’s length…

How wonderful it feels, for the first time to possess something too precious to lose, too beloved to part with…too delicate to hold.

Fleeting joys make heart smile and eyes twinkle. Stars shine down when fantasies become reality. Every moment lived till now seems to have led to this day. Pieces of past fall in place for the puzzle is complete, finally. Life begins anew for heavens are conspiring to make you happy…sinfully so!

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Winds whistle words, hands fail to write
And no thought can be called 'eve'.
Such a moment caresses my day
Everything I have but none for me.

Life coagulates,
Like blooded fingertips.
Creativity screams in the abyss
Of idleness, nothingness and all.

No cause to fight for, a tragedy.
I am a war hero, of
A war never fought, a sword never raised
To reflect the sun of battlefield.

Fingers move on paper to write;
Writing a moment and my life.
Ink's flow is curbed for words,
Words that are deaf, they decay and die...

Monday, February 12, 2007

Still Wanting...an explanation?

A reason for every action and every act for a reason...in reality it's not as simple. I do things, maybe purposefully, without really much of a 'reason' behind them. Yet how freely I demand an explanation when I am so unwilling to to give one. My actions are Mine and I can't justify them to another...rules are relative, bendable!
Still wanting to reason out with you, with life, with myself, with the sun, for he hides on days I most need him...purposefully? Yes, I am quite certain.
Still wanting to know why an irrelevant mistake led to an unrepairable understanding. How something so insignificant can cause such massive doubts that accusations are made.
Still wanting to know why I am blamed, time and again, for I did not commit. But I will never know for I lack the courage to ask; lack the courage to confront...once more.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

A Day Untitled




Essence of my life's journey lies not on its deathbed but in the relationships that I've made on my way. At 22 the yearning to belong is dead...is it because I already do? I can count on my fingertips the relations that I’ve ever made an effort to maintain...reality questions this claim too and caustically replies, "Fingertips are too many".

"Keep in touch"- a phrase I use a little too loosely for I never practiced what those three words preach. Ironically, life has always presented me with appropriate reasons for not doing otherwise!

Yet, here I am, sleep deprived, writing a blog but subconsciously justifying my actions, apologizing to those for "keeping in touch" for not maintaining the contact that I feel lucky to have met...but then there are times when apologies are not enough. They are simply the convenient way out. Whatever sages might've spoken, in reality, it takes nothing to apologize...not even courage. Only confrontation is tough...heroic...

Thursday, November 30, 2006


To Dance like no one's watching...
The heart of the artist lies not in the applause of another but in his performance...For when I dance I perform for myself; it is of no importance then if the audience is of one, ten or a billion people...I become the rhythm and the clap...The view and the viewer. The art and the connoisseur...? Of course I appreciate my self...exactly how I criticise it...
Not once have I performed for the sound of claps...I feel ashamed...incomplete if I do that...judgements are passed in doing so...A half hour on stage is not enough but so isn't a lifetime. In that moment of performance I become the God...the power to bear art and kill it lies in heart...my feet...me...the giver-taker are merged for art to exist...

Thursday, November 23, 2006

The Night After...

My throat is parched and gallons of water won't be of any help...I am the 'Ancient Mariner' at 4:17 in the morning. But, unlike him my life isn't written all in Ctrl B and Ctrl I...There are stanzas in Comic Sans too..! But the walls of my dream house are plain and cream...

Do all of us have an albatros around our necks? If yes, then where is mine, for im sure i should have one by now...21 years is too long a time to go without mistakes altogether..

Yes, wrongs i surely did commit unto others but none left a bitter taste in my mouth...do i sound too arrogant? Words can never be perfect! So we strive and struggle some more with them. 3 years as the slut of literature wern't enough i guess...will time ever be...?

" Struggle is endless", "journey is the goal" all sound very nice and reassuring...but i didn't consciously choose the starting point. The trigger was pressed and i was too much caught in the race to breath when i kooked up the meaning of either words in my OED.

I can never conclude my " Bits of Lit" gracefully...but i guess that's coz in life i still have to enter the "main body" coz i stand in "introduction"...font size 12!

Saturday, November 04, 2006


"I am the Captain of My Soul"
Destiny is inviting me to write her story and fate is imploring to answer his querries...
But then, what is left for me if i answer all the questions...if i disclose all my secrets?
There would be no part of me remaining that wouldn't be shared with all. What would i be then if there wouldn't be an 'I'...will i fall like a tear tomorrow coz' i dance like a smile today?
No answers disclosed though, all the right questions asked...no questions refused only answers arn't produced...in words or actions. And, strangely enough, answers were there even before the questions were thought of...for they were timeless...then, but now?

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Dilemma of Delhi

A question so frequently addressed to me - "Where are you from?"
My retort, quite obviously, "Delhi".

However, the inquirer is never satisfied. So, instead of asking, "where in Delhi?” the afore mentioned query is reiterated with stress on syllables for partially deaf (!!):
"No, I mean, WHERE are u REALLY from; what is your NATIVE place?"

Sadly my laconic answer remains the same…!

The thought process in my mind after such a conversation:

"Who is a Delhite if not I?"
My family has been here for generations...my parents were born and brought up in the capital; this is where I’ve been every summer visiting my grandparents.
And like a true Dilliwala however much I may crib about the extremity of climate, I look forward to its summers as much as I look forward to its winters...