Thursday, December 4, 2008

We lost the skyline....

its been years since i started painting questions across the skyline
on my way back from school;
walking dusty afternoon roads or cold, unwelcome landscapes
with only my imaginary friend to guide the way.
strumming my guitar
while living life in E-minor.
For a long time i've just been a numeral in a crowd;
strolling through forums on different timezones
exchanging pleasantries with smiling avatars,
very few of whom have faces beneath their masks...
most have just more masks.
been arriving somewhere for ages now,
somewhere which is definitely not here.
how can i be sure i'm here in the first place?
the fear of a blank planet seems to have put more stupid dreams in my head...
of stars in the country, summer, and her...
the sky's been moving sideways since then...

Wednesday, October 1, 2008


Dear friends and admirers
today i plan to write a song
it will be a song
to which the world can sing along.
what would it be about, ask you.
what do you want it to be about ask i.
for it can be about a lot of things.

it could be about the world.
about steamy roads after it rains
on a hot summer day.
of walking barefoot on dewy fields
and of the sweet smell of grass in the mornings.
of watching the sun rise from my bedside.
of swimming in the lake
with slow, lazy strokes.
and of looking at the hazy world
out of the train window
amidst incessant rain.
let me also pen
the laughter of the sun;
and the soft smile of the moon
and the stars.
of rolling meadows and cloudy mountains.
of hailstorms in March
and the creamy dusk of holi.
of flowers inside folded pages
which smell of summer
And the slightly scented breeze
that heralds the coming of pujo.
of the butterflies in my grandma's garden
and the grasshoppers in the lake right next to it.
singing with the birds
and of dancing with the wind.
of the sunshine on my neck
and the whisper of the leaves.

and what of us who people this world?
i could write about the stories
that are etched into each line
on the forehead of the beggar
i pass on the street everyday.
Or the strangers who smile back at me,
only coz we board the same compartment.
let me also tell you about smiles,
of laughter like the breeze in spring;
and of eyes which say a million words
with just a glance.
and of small gestures which underline
bonds beneath the seemingly disconnected
lives we seem to lead.
Of the dying and the homeless,
and shootings in schools.
Of words like freedom and love,
and dreams like freedom and love,
and hopes like freedom and love....
I can also write
words of a monsoon windowsill.
of football in the rain,
and walking back, drenched to the bone.
and the sugary tea
that the chai-wallah at Bansdroni
serves us every weekend.
and of old train tickets
and coffee stains on the carpet.
of faded family photos
and crushed jeans and old books
with dog's ears; of cassettes
lying in my cupboard.
love letters that never got sent.
and dad's favourite pen...

this is going to be a song
a very special song
to which the world can sing along.
so i should write about a lot of things,
but i'm lost for words to pen.
so I think i'll write
about incomplete smiles and.....

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Things I shal miss about Pune

Fudge in chocolate sauce
kapil, ishaan and daniel
otherwise known as
dark element, shadow and dan midou
deepti sheetal and vandana
otherwise known as
accident girl, chainsaw girl and topper girl
walks on FC road at 2AM
pan tapris and black pulsars
R1, M16 and the kimaya
walking on the streets of camp
with a destination nowhere
F1, home to the wildest and weirdest gang in pune
witness to
booze parties, weed parties, and parties
witness to
football past midnight, frisbee and cricket
witness to
jazz, blues, punk, metal and pop
witness to
tales i couldn't finish telling in a lifetime
long rides
trips to sinhagad,just to sit on the hillside
discuss books, anime,music and movies over snacks
in short
contemplate the nature of the universe
throwing rules out of the window
total disrespect to routine
sleeping all day and partying all night
being known as the earphones dude
and the laptop guy
airtel friendz2
and talking for hours unending
savera, vaishali, good luck cafe
george, blue nile and sarjaa
cookies with coffee
sitting in the aisles of british library
and reading till the closing bell rings
secret trips to pondy and kolkata
the glorious feeling of homecoming
climbing fergusson hill
and climbing back down in the rain
experimenting with cooking
and unpleasant repercussions thereafter
three years spent in three different ways
being three different people
you know, stuff...

Thursday, June 5, 2008

words from a monsoon windowsill...

Auto came over yesterday evening with his laptop. after a reasonably competitive stint with CS, i unwittingly moved on to fifa 2007. what i had forgotten was that the last time i had been playing it, over a year back, i had left real madrid in a very experimental formation. the 2 real vs barca matches for us thus ended in utterly humiliating scorelines of 1-6 and 1-friggin-9. I've been practising, and i cant wait till he comes down today. Bitan was supposed to come at 5 for taking music. he calls me at 5 past..."reetam, bujhli to, ghumiye porechhilam. aami berochchhi 5 minitey." he finally reached at 6. the next hour went in discussing Bitan's (entirely fictional) sexual escapades, led on by auto and complemented by yours faithfully. anyway, i shall leave out the grisly details.

Abhilash calls me today morning, saying that he possibly wont be able to come over in the morning. i told him that since he looks like a goon in any case, all he needs to do is start marching while shouting slogans like "jonotar shonge ikir-mikir-chaam-chikir khela cholbe na cholbe na". no one will stop him. but since he looks like a didi devotee as well, he should wear red for today's outing. tomorrow it wont be a problem in any case. heh.

1. why cant all parties call the bandh together? why waste 2 days of my precious time? WHY?
2. since today's and tomorrow's WBUT exams have been cancelled, it means malu shall not be leaving on the 18th. it alse means, possibly, that samya, sayan, dibbo et al won't be able to come down after the 13th. *SIGH*.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Face/off: flushed away vs. ratatouille

Rats! i saw both these rodent movies within weeks of each other. Flushed away made the cut first owing to sheer curiosity on my part. ratatouielle a while later on a lazy kolkata afternoon. as for what the movies had to offer....

1. pixar animation. as brilliant as always.
2. an unorthodox plot. i mean, rat chefs? come on....
3. brilliant performances from a relatively unknown cast.
4. an academy award.

flushed away:
1. animated by the makers of wallace and gromit. its got that otherworldly charm...
2. brilliant, brilliant acting, from a brilliant, brilliant cast. hugh jackman, kate winslet, andy serkis, jean reno and ian mcKellen do excellent jobs. the last two were cut out for the roles they played in the movie. ian mcKellen as the head of the rat mafia. and he's a TOAD. and jean reno. part poirot (a rather large part), heads his own group of ninja frogs, who are adept at things like singing, dancing and mime-acting. charming.
3. fast paced and has humour which, to my knowledge, only the british are capable of. add to that dashes of french subtlety and we have a laugh riot. honestly.

both movies are brilliant in their own sense. flushed away is more humanoid, yet have humans in only the first scene or so. then its all rats. ratatouielle has humans and rats coexisitng, and while the rat does manage to communicate with the humans, the two species, as dictates logic, are incapable of conversing with each other.

i loved both movies. but if i do have to take a pick, i'd go with flushed away. though imdb gives ratatouielle a higher rating, flushed away was able to charm me more. probably due to the british-ness of the movie and its contrast with the french. its fun.

watch both.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

some haiku

incomplete smiles
trying to reach my eyes
failing to decieve.

another day gone
another wasted winter
looking back, for you...

Sunday, May 11, 2008

recap#1..end april

my friend gorai and i decided we would diligently attend every movie at the european film festival. in reality, me and him spent the first day checking out chicks and using the restroom, RESPECTIVELY. i mean, not ALL the time, but there's only so much interest you can show towards the FTII staff trying their best at speaking english during the welcoming ceremony, with varying degrees of failure, i daresay. at least i could listen to my player. no nick drake, though. only metal could make itself heard over the din in the auditorium. and if I've ever seen aatels, that was at the FTII. fake hippies, fake semi-punks-semi-nothings-almost-eunuchs. And a variety of other sad excuses for humanity, mostly FTII students in this case, all trying to stand out of the crowd, but due to their glaringly obvious attempts at it, becoming the crowd. DUH. seriously, and people call us bongs aatel.
the only good thing about the opening ceremony was probably mohan agashe. sharp, witty, twinkling eyes and brilliantly veiled was very plain why laalmohan babu's cup had started shaking while taking tea when faced with agashe.
gorai insisted on using the restroom everyday. i know it didn't stink and was rather clean, but still, it was a bit too much. but the movies, thankfully, were worth their weight in gold. and since gorai, in exchange of the passes i had procured took me to ftii and saw me back to my mess the whole week made the whole thing worth it. he leaves pune in maybe a few more weeks. this probably sounds mushy but i'l probably miss him after a while,....


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