Yes, one thing I want to add is, though I am not any fan of jnu politics or any party but I do like their ‘ Lal Salam’ a lot, it is inspiring in a way I will never be able to explain. Infact, the whole sloganeering process during these peak times, i enjoy.
Sunday, 16 September 2018
JNU toh ‘Lal’ hai
Yes, one thing I want to add is, though I am not any fan of jnu politics or any party but I do like their ‘ Lal Salam’ a lot, it is inspiring in a way I will never be able to explain. Infact, the whole sloganeering process during these peak times, i enjoy.
Saturday, 15 September 2018
BIOSCOPE
Friday, 14 September 2018
Challenge yourself
Saturday, 18 November 2017
The vision spectacular
They were like two strangers lost in each other
They were so apart yet so together
The eyes sparkling, hands intertwined
They were looking for some escapes
From stranger eyes
Happiness too much
Hands held like they were meant to be forever
Bliss on faces
A deep thirst on lips was standing there
Like an angry little bird
The eyes were radiating moon light of the night
They were standing behind a barrel of old boxes
Again holding hands
Looking for some escapes
From the starnge old devilish eyes
They were not in love
Only full of thirst for love
Love which was impure
Which was not to be respected
By the eyes of the world
They could have stayed there holding hands
But a scandal would happen
If they held each other for too long
The cold was unnerving
The only relief was in warm breaths
Which both were releasing near each other’s ears
They wanted to come closer
But then somebody passed
And they stepped back
Still holding hands
Walking down the path they just came from
Their hands touched now and then
With deep sighs
They just went about looking for an isolated escape
Away from the eyes
Away from the world
Perhaps deep down into some woods
Where no one will see
No one will watch
No one will judge
And no one will comment.
Away from the strangers’ eyes
They went away
Holding hands
Looking for some peace
Saturday, 11 November 2017
The God of Small things
Arundhati Roy, you are brilliant. You have written something beyond my expectation. I don't know why I took so many years to buy 'God of Small Things'. It was a beautiful little book.
There was no story and yet every small thing tells a story. The God of Small things, or The God of Loss, it was all about those little small things ignored in life. Never knew all those small things had the power to tell an intriguing tale of their own. Ammu, Rahel, Estha and Velutha, are hanging by my side, telling me their small stories with every minute passing by. It was a poem. The whole book was rhyming. It was like a long piece of poetry, whose melody would not let me stop. It is true the great stories are those, whose story is already known but they grab your attention, every single time you hear or read them. You have given us one such tale. The characters are confounding and rebellious. They tell you a tale with their own perspective. It is hard to hate the antagonist too because it was demanded of her, otherwise it's beauty would have been lost. Truly a master piece.
Tuesday, 7 November 2017
Television going mythological
Have you noticed that suddenly there are too many historical dramas being played on television. Why this sudden revival of interest in historical stories? Are people turning more religious everyday or the viewership has been reduced to few people who are only interested in misquoting the historical events and introducing mysticism into it which would be enjiyed by the viewers, who never care to question the facts. Whereas the web is experimenting with different categories, for instance the web series being produced are much more realistic and are playing with new ideas. My virtual girlfriend, maya, sexacohlic etc., are some of the topics which are unspoken of. Even short films and movies are playing with varied number of ideas.
But, why the indian television industry is getting sicker everyday?
Something irrelevant
Saturday, 1 April 2017
Saturday, 15 October 2016
Poverty is the worst form of violence
Monday, 26 September 2016
I wish to live...
Sometimes it is best to be quite. That is exactly how I feel these days, I wish to be quite. I don't want to talk to anyone or about anything. But will people around me let me stay quite? No they won't. If I speak they have an issue with that and if I don't they have an issue with that too. I want to be the best judge of my actions. But even when I approve of my actions, it is the approval of people I seek the most.
I live alone and I am free to spend my life anyway I want. But there is always a But. I cannot live freely till the time I live with people around me. Because they would want to point fingers at every inch of my private life. I am a bird who has been set free but his wings were chipped long back.
I wish to breathe freely. I need to be somewhere, where people would not ask me whether I eat or live on water. I would not want people to tell me to loose or gain weight. I would not want people to tell me whether I should be a veg or non veg. I would not want them to predict whether I am single or with five. I don't want anyone to raise brows over my drink. I would not want them to make guesses about my virginity. I don't want a particular neighbor to keep a tab over my timings. I would not want anyone to call me a slut just because I have too many opposite sex friends. And I don't want people, I meet for the first time to take my frankness as my weakness. I wish to be a person with a free will. I would not want people to make comments over my family background just because they saw me puffing away some smoke. I don't wish people to think I am open just because my partner is not around. I don't wish them to take me as an option but as a person I am. I wish they would see my personality and not my gender.
Live, love, drink, enjoy that is what i wish to do without a care for the world. But I won't be able to say that I don't care. Because I do. I care about when people dislike me. I will care about them passing remarks over me. I would be bothered about there comments and opinions. I will get hurt with all the rumours that they would spread about me. I will care when I will be isolated. I will care because I live here. I live here to live and not to spend this life as a loner. I care and I cannot deny it no matter how much I deny it. All i wish is people to accept me as I am and the kind of life I live.
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