darkness redefined

a night again very sombre and silent.
with obscure thoughts and visions too violent.
of battles lost owing to candour.
jostling memories in arid embers of slander

dingy bylanes,desecrated portals
resonant cry of hapless mortals
coruscated sky now wants to borrow
not astral joy but human sorrow

virulent snakes now happily gloat
as chronic maladies actively bloat
futile attempts to resolve clanger
disperse's nothing but a frenzied anger

stingy traits,discordant jargons
voluntarily hamper distinct icons
gloomy dirge then has one function
just to arouse a phoney compunction

then comes a morining full of hope
enabling bitterness to finally elope.

LAUGHTER

• So many tangles in life are ultimately hopeless that we have no appropriate sword other than laughter.
  
  laughter is the driving force which prevents us from being cranky. a wide grin baring the glimmering teeth makes us happy even in utter disdain. forsooth laughter is the best medicine.no doubts regarding the veracity of this adage.life without laughter would have been insipid and boring.
  as i cogitate i realise how laughter has changed its course with time . back in childhood when life entwined itself around cartoon network dexter,scooby doo and popye were the only kiths who mades us laugh. laughter was associated with colloquial comic books,asinine jokes and yes "SMALL WONDER". later in school my best friend took over the role of a buffoon .even though i grimaced a lot but his jocose nature and comical jests were too tough to resist and i always ended up laughing. again its very difficult to curb laughter amidst drab lectures in college especially when friends spam your inbox with ribald jokes. thanks to all of them & their inherent crass humour.
  laughter always reached its peak when all my cousins congregrated .the intensity was so much that it resulted in stomach pain.later as they moved out to make it big in other cities i was the one left alone.
  
  speaking of movies there was a time when bollywood flicks made us laugh. paresh rawal being the man.now its all about coercive comedy which are so ludicrious that they fail to induce laughter. thanx to jim carrey."The Mask" and "Bruce Almighty" are definitely those two movies which will make you laugh till your ribs hurt. last but not the least "how i met your mother" and "its always sunny in philadelphia" for being the best sitcoms.thanx to ted and barney for being the primetime cynosure. and yes of course charlie kelly for making laughter so easy.
  
  laughter has always been a cogent weapon for expressing joy and happiness .but i remember those moments when i laughed impudently after assailing some stingy maggots. and to be true those laughters are to be cherished forever.
  and now laughter has a new name in the pre election phase .one cant stop guffawing after reading the insecurities of our "venerable" CM. its good to see him cringe in fear .his untiring efforts to stop the inevitable.*evil grin*
  
  PS:- laughter is contagious, so if you're willing to spark it, it'll soon disseminate among others.If you can inject laughter into other people's lives, you will be giving them a gift that is priceless.as for the despicable "ramgarurer chanas" just one thing damn them ...........

colours

just like any other lazy afternoon as i was scrolling my mouse my eyes suddenly stopped at a note which spoke of colours. it just enthralled me .a strange silence prevailed in the next few minutes. it was then i felt the urge to write ,to write about colours.

orange for the cape gooseberies we relished by the countryside while engaging in esoteric conversations.

yellow for beatific hue before the sunset which we witnessed from the knoll and avowed to be together even in hard times

green for the jettisoned notebook in which you lodged your complains amidst anger and blushed as u read them after reconciliation.

purple for your nails which caressed me.

pink for the innocous lips which touched mine while licking a molten blob of icecream.

blue for the endless azure sky and the pellucid waters of the river where we used to go for fishing

brown for the repugnant memories and the boots which trudged the crossroads of love .

black for the evil incantations of the witch and the lascivious swan trying to allure the prince and trap him in the web of fabricated falsehood.

red again not for love but for a bleeding heart ,for anguish, for the glass of wine

and ominous hours of inebriety.

TIRED OF YOU

for plenty of times i think

what does it take in real

to forget u

to bid u the last adieu

stray thoughts follow me

it is not that i dont try

not because i cant cry

it is because i m soo filled up

of u

coz i cant think beyond u

and u do u really care?

u r happy with that bloke

leaving me in that distorted cloak

n when will u know it?

coz i wont dare

not owing to some fear

coz its too irksome to bear

i cant blame u for this

nor can i blame god

coz u may find this feeling to be

implausible

throwing it in some deep

deep dark shit

so let it be incoherent

its better i be silent

and even though friends u

may feel i lack sanity

but i cant describe love somethin

else than a temperemental

peculiarity

A WINTER VEIL

and finally you are here
across blizzards and daisies near
to rejuvenate us
after the scorching spells of summer
to stay,to rescind the bummer


the pensive autumn makes me wait
for the advent of my special mate
the rustic odour , the smiling hue
gusty winds by now which blew
makes me sure, that you have come


in dismal solitude , the naked trees stand
to be embellished by winters magic wand
again comes the desolate cold night
to indite the end of cherubic snowfight

the distant knell cant wake me up
i dream of death, an absence of hope
an adverse plight, difficult to cope
even though the azure birds migrate
in serene ambience i prefer to hibernate

suddenly i realise it is the christmas time
with its pleasing carols and merry chime
the heap of gifts,the delicious cake
a concious effort santa did make

of late i see a ragamuffin standing by the lane
shivering in cold and crying in pain
bringing a sequel of what i did
amidst the "cold november rain "

and now spring knocks my door
desperately waiting to decor
my feelings frozen and bleak
i m happy , for now i can speak
as i ll get my first love
which i lost in a far snowy cove.........

DHOBI GHAT

overrated but not really overwhelming - such is a movie named "dhobi ghat" which promises a lot but at the end of 95 minutes(with no popcorn breaks in between) u dont get a definite answer.the movie is poignant at moments but it suddenly meanders and is lost in a labyrinth.

the story revolves around four characters , a picturesque agglomeration of four lifestyles. A divorced painter(arun), an investment banker from america(shai) who proclaims her visit to mumbai as a sabbatical, a muslim housewife yasmin and the dhobi cum ratkiller(sounds quirky) munna

the story begins with shai visiting mumbai ,meetin up arun,little conversation,binge drinking and finally making love.

for strange reasons its moment of pleasure to one as for the other its a mere accident due to inebriety. they part and then

shai meets munna the dhobi(washerboy) .lonely hours, long coversations bring them close to each other . shais camera allures munna n he asks his newly made kith to help him make a portfolio. shai accepts his request and they are off for a shoot.but all this while she couldnt deplete her love for arun

the story takes a new direction when arun relocates to the apartment where yasmin stayed. he discovers few tapes amongst belongings of yasmin.curiosity driven arun plays the tape and unravels the pain of yasmins life. she recorded some precious moments of her life in a video camera in order to gift it to her brother.as she unveils her sorrow arun gets connected to her life. a quaint nexus develops between them , in a kind they are intertwined. but finally yasmin hangs herself from the roof owing to her conjugal frustrations.

munna realises that he is attracted towards shai and at the same time discovers that shai is seeking arun.being a victim of our social hiearchy a dhobi understands the gap between him and shai is too big for him to cover. the story then meanders with salim dying out of no reasons, munna and salims family moving to jogeshwari, revelation of the latent truth that munna actually kills rat at night, munna avoiding shai, running away from her.

i dont find reasons for it and if running away was justified then why did he meet shai again.the final hug follows and we see munna running frantically and handing over aruns new address to shai.

the movie ends and it haunts the soul with unanswered questions. the movie seems to be abstruse for there have been movies potraying unrequited love in a better way. as for acting pratik babbar is very promising, monica dogra manages to bait the audience in her american accent and hotpants, aamir khan is numb n has very less dialogues and dissapoints,the girl as yasmin is expressive .

the background score is awesome,cinematography is unparallel (mumbai explored in a new dimension).the whole concept of naration of yasmins story in tapes is very innovative and nice and as for the potrait it makes me spellbound

i have certain questions to ask

1. what was the significance of that lady who stayed inthe room next to arun?? wat was the reason for her silence

2. if yashmin recorded things for her brother why didnt she send it ??was her dying justified and moreover shooting that seems stupid

3.why call a bloody hapless infatuation quadrilateral to be dhobi ghat(mumbai diaries)

ps:- for those who liked it i respect their thoughts but we have seen many better bollywood movies(which are not mainstream).dhobi ghat is fresh but compells you to contemplate even after the end.

ABBYSS OF HATRED

PREMONITION:- DONT READ IF YOU ARENT TAGGED.assumption is abyssmal.with all the usual nonsense i deleted this

from my chatbox and went to sleep.i dint pay much heed because it came from an amigo who is adept in cracking

funny jokes( well he defines it as crass humour).there have been times when he pestered me with his obtuse

comments.but these words of wisdom weren't unfathomable,rather a deliberate attempt from my side to turn my

ears off .

but today as i cogitate i definitely find an answer.being a science student we had to make assumptions and

there were times when we had to prove that our assumptions were wrong .i wish i could do the same with my

life.to atone for what happened is the reflection of a weak mind. so breathing the air of reparation ain't

justified.

misunderstandings do happen .often things are misconstrued ,but regretting over something which cannot be

rectified is really what a dimwit does. trust deficiet results in doubting people,followed by insecurity and then

people hide under the garb of hatred and finally comes a state rather super saturated when the only consequence

is an altercation( rather blistering one)

this note is dedicated to all the pretentious and impertinent people whom we thought were sensible and nice.not outstanding but good at heart.i dont bloody care now coz they believe in dissembling inside the four walls

of a room. but yes let me mention certain things before they try to be invective.

they indulge in furtive relations ,cannot control the libido.they cant speak properly or rather

they are backboneless ,they think diplomacy is the best policy,they are not sure of their mighty existence.

they are bloody bootlickers and yes they are pretty diligent in it.no matter how much they are insulted they

have the fortitude to bear with it coz that is their only condition for thriving.

and yes they suddenly come up and denunciate you,question you, try to reprimand or rather embellish you with

ludicrious alligations.let me tell you that i know who i am and at the end of the day i m accountable

to god.yes i am brusque,i am not very judicious in chosing people.i end up making enemies but today i feel all exultant

when some one i misunderstood or vice versa comes up to me n tells that

"ASSUMPTION IS BAD,I ASSUMED YOU TO BE VILE BUT I WAS WRONG"

I curse myself for the times when i had been stupid,i couldnt judge people,i nonchalantly trudged the path of

misconception .but lets not whine and be happy for spotting the chameleons,for identifying the potential "losers".

and as for the credentials offered let me assure you that i have a major aversion towards

these.

n i hate myself for wasting the precious time and writing this note but again as i say the cacophony continues and

then comes a time when stupid people like me write ,and this time not pain but it alleviates anger.

sorry if anybody takes it on a personal level .this is just a realisation. and a sorry to all whose expectations

i couldnt live up to.

cheers :|

FOR PEOPLE WHOM I LOVE

tonight i come up with perhaps one of the greatest realisations of my life. there is nothing as pathetic as ATTACHMENT. few people might raise their eyebrows and brew themselves up for attacking me with sharp criticism.but as i engage in related
soliquoys i am always besieged by pesky questions . As i gain sense i feel claustrophobic ,i find myself entagled in an intricate situation (akin to an insect being caught in a web).i cannot find a way ,the inner light is lost.it seems to be a tortuous labyrinth which has no end.
and again as i decipher the cause of such condition i m not at all surprised .For i know its all because of this 10 letter word.few called it love ,i dint cause i felt it was a voluntary enslavement.i believed in freedom .i wanted to fly,i wanted to breath the air in,i wanted an iridescent canvas.but now i feel its all the same. its the same obtrusive attachment raising it
ugly head.certainly i realise a life without relations ,without attachment would have been blissful.because for the times i writhed in pain there was none to anoint it off.n the worst part is it is recursive.
we meet people,we get attached to them ,slowly the attachment becomes addiction.but why??.the soul promptly replies back
"its inevitable".
for now i m jaded ,coz i have heard enough of pestering adages
"we meet only to depart"
this is certainly not true.but on the contrary something which cannot be neglected.it is this ten letter word which debilitates us,which makes us cry,express lament yet we cannot get rid of it.isnt it strange ?? well i found it to be disdainful.a life would have been better if people wouldnt relocate, if they had been with each other forever.but this is absurd .i know and today amidst utter disconsolation with watery eyes as i notice a teardrop on my keybord i want to say
i love you all.n i m very scared ,scared of such a juncture when i ll be left with none of you.lets keep this thought aside
coz its formidable. but attachment is certainly abhorrent. for those whom i m really attached to i cant visualise you people going far away,not being able to meet you .internet chats and telephonic conversations would be the only alternatives then. this is horrible but still we move on with a phoney display of superficial happiness ignoring everything.still the cacophony continues and then comes a time when it is unbearable. stupid people like me then write ,coz it helps to alleviate the pain