Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Three Lessons from 2015
2015 was an eye-opener of
sorts. I learnt three important
lessons from people belonging to different age groups this year.
Children
On a train to Bandra, I
heard him whisper to the boy on his right, 'Ek gora ladka tere paas khada hai!'
I looked awkwardly at him, while he smiled looking at me. Throughout the
journey, I saw him whisper into the other boy's ears, while the latter acknowledged
it with a pompous smile.
News of people around, of
a man wearing too much perfume, of a kid carrying an expensive handset, and he
would snicker every time. Sometimes he made up stuff like, 'Bas woh choti
nikaal do, toh yeh toh pura ganja hai!', and laughed ecstatically.
I observed them for half
an hour and wondered why they did this. I figured he was visually
challenged and hence his friend was telling him about the happenings around.
As the train reached
Andheri station, the boy stood up with the support of a white cane; he was the
one who whispered into the other boy's ear.
Life is full of miracles
Adults
Just another afternoon, I was eating dosa from one of the food
stalls outside my college and as I passed the usual garbage dumpster that I do
daily, I saw a man in rags, with a wrinkled face and sunken eyes, peek inside
the bin, his crouched back crouching even more. The veins on his wrist were
popping out, almost like they were attempting to hold on to the bin, while his
eyes searched through the filth.
He rummaged through the rubbish, and pulled out a half-eaten
banana, a paper plate full of spoilt sandwiches, all the rancid food that we
reject, one after another, handing them over to a few tiny brown hands that
readily grasped, like an opportunity that knocked not often. I saw giggles and
shrieks of excitement, as I just stood there, stunned and awed.
Meanwhile, a mother and
her kid were eating alongside me. The boy sobbed, 'Mummy, I wanted a cheese
dosa! Aap hamesha aisa hi karte ho!' He flung the unwanted dosa out and two of
the kids rushed to grab it. I was rendered speechless as I realized most people
are yet to open their eyes, to the reality that life is, in its crudest, rudest
form.
Senior Citizens
Just out from the metro at Andheri, I
was waiting for a rickshaw for some fifteen minutes, with a very heavy bag on
my shoulder. Standing next to me was an old man almost in his 60s. Finally a
rickshaw halted nearby and I offered the old man the ride. But he said, 'Beta,
take the rickshaw. You should reach your place early. I will get another one in
no time.' Old is definitely gold.
Here’s hoping that 2016 is as enlightening
as this year has been.
I’m sharing my #TalesOf2015 with BlogAdda.
I’m sharing my #TalesOf2015 with BlogAdda.
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Childhood
Childhood is becoming so real again,
We have become adamant again.
Sometimes for that Lego set to build anything,
Absolutely anything that strikes our fancy.
Childhood is on board again, or are we?
The board game called monopoly, it's still playing in our lives,
With some of us losing money, building houses, or wandering in rest houses.
While a scanty few risk jail and collect too many tickets.
Childhood is having a good time,
Denying that Horlicks glass again or saying a blunt no to undies.
It is smiling wide as we sleep more, work less,
And hope for rains every morning for life to stall.
Childhood is sleeping through all the adversities.
As we try to accomplish more than we can,
Drink less and still vomit more, eat more than
We should, then hate being called obese.
We are doing all the wrongs, hoping that Mommy would intervene and set us straight. Wake up. Take control of your lives. Evolve.
Happy Children’s Day!
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Shades of You
I see your eyes in the stranger walking past,
Your piercing eyes that slay me, everyday,
Your comforting eyes that stitch me, everyday,
Your eyes that tell me myriad tales.
I see your laugh in the kid on the street,
Your laugh that tingles my heart,
I persuade her into laughing more for a while,
Blessed is she to get to momentarily play your part.
I see your charm in the woman,
Who brushed past me and smiled,
For a moment I felt I knew her,
But she was just an enigma.
I see shades of you in everything,
Hues of you in the sky, reminiscent of a Monet landscape,
Hums of you at the horizon, luring me to its enchantment,
Reminding me that beauty isn't conformed to any parameters.
Your piercing eyes that slay me, everyday,
Your comforting eyes that stitch me, everyday,
Your eyes that tell me myriad tales.
I see your laugh in the kid on the street,
Your laugh that tingles my heart,
I persuade her into laughing more for a while,
Blessed is she to get to momentarily play your part.
I see your charm in the woman,
Who brushed past me and smiled,
For a moment I felt I knew her,
But she was just an enigma.
I see shades of you in everything,
Hues of you in the sky, reminiscent of a Monet landscape,
Hums of you at the horizon, luring me to its enchantment,
Reminding me that beauty isn't conformed to any parameters.
Monday, November 2, 2015
What is life after death?
What is life after death?
Is it a nod after a million denials?
A place filled with all the things we once desired,
And we are led to believe we get what we deserve.
What is life after death?
Is it a family reunion?
Healthier now, back to dealing with souls of the past,
And we feel like just another day alive.
What is life after death?
Is it suspension of fears?
Maybe we can now swim without floaters,
And dive into that love we drowned into, when alive.
What is life after death?
Is it a compelling larger-than-life fantasy?
Maybe like a huge cone of ice cream that does not melt,
Or a heart full of love that does.
What is life after death?
Is it life again?
Maybe we are born into families we've hated the most,
Where we learn their ticking clogs and the cycle of being
humbled continues.Friday, October 23, 2015
Happy Birthday
You grow younger always,
As the years pass by like smoke.
And your prettiness not only stays,
But is enhanced without a brush stroke!
You are away today, and I won't see
That smile with a mouthful of cake.
But all I wish for is that you'll be
Prepared for the world is yours to take!
Happy Birthday :)
Sunday, October 18, 2015
How much is enough?
Do you know how it all ends?
We never die of enough,
The coquetry with fate ends,
But always in a lesson.
Born in a cell, fate was never a
giver,
It only took from us, from you
and me,
It continued to win countless
duels,
And never had enough.
Ever spotted a writer say, I've
written enough?
He'll bleed at his manuscript
and never wince once,
It shall all end as it must, but
pausing in your tracks,
Only did more harm than good, an
athlete knows well.
Ask yourself, how much is
enough?
Is mediocrity really a curse, or
a blessing in disguise?
To live a life billions live
every day,
Happily, in their homes, not
knowing you exist.
Sunday, October 11, 2015
Not your problem to solve!
The world has this urgent itch to attend to which reads 'Solve your own problems'. But many interpret it as 'It's not your problem to solve'.
I will always be at loggerheads with that part of the society which hides a boxing glove from the one who's already in the ring. We are here for a reason, and everyone should have his/her freedom to choose. Some have reasons more haptic than others, while some choose to stay aloof. To each his own, and there needn't be a need to own a problem to solve it.
Ever seen mom's joblist? Not one problem is her own.
Saturday, October 3, 2015
True Love Waits
She was 24. She believed that she had been a good girl her
entire life; she practiced celibacy and was a virgin. She had signed a purity
contract and promised to keep herself pure until she got married to the man
that was chosen by God. All she knew about sex was that good girls were to
indulge in it on their wedding nights and not before. Wearing crop tops, short
shorts and bikinis would only tempt and excite the boys; God forbade it. At the
altar, looking at her purity ring, she imagined the words “True Love Waits”
shining back at her.
That night, she dimmed the lights, laid on the bed and let
her husband do what men did. Her first experience was awful. She had no idea
what to expect and when he attempted to perform cunnilingus, she rushed to the
bathroom crying, leaving her husband befuddled at what to do. To her,
cunnilingus was wrong. It wasn’t something what “good” wives did, and she felt
he was disrespecting her by trying to do that.
Their marriage progressed happily but they shared a
non-existent sex life. She felt awkward in bed, and he hated that he left her
in tears.
About a year into their marriage, during a rare intimate
moment, she allowed him to really touch her there for the first time. She
experienced immense pleasure and could feel her body bursting. She had an
orgasm for the first time. Yet instead of ecstasy, she was ashamed that she
took pleasure by him using his fingers and mouth on her. She was mortified that
she had behaved like a slut.
This deep sense of embarrassment lingered for days. She
couldn’t meet his eyes and pushed him away. They argued over her inability to
enjoy sex. Instead of getting angry, he was patient. He started initiating sex
on the couch, by the wall, in the shower, just never under the bed covers.
He left the light on and he ensured that she climaxed every
time. When she would want to hide in the bathroom, ashamed after her orgasm, he
would hold her and tell her how much he enjoyed making love to her.
Gradually, with the passage of time, sex wasn’t something
she dreaded. She started trying new things. The first time she gave him
fellatio, she felt sexy and confident afterwards.
They have been married for three years now and for the last
four months, the sex has been enthralling- it’s raunchy and dirty but also
intimate. She’s no longer ashamed of sex and her husband is always there to
reassure her and help her move past her embarrassment.
Sex isn’t a shameful act. It isn’t wrong. Young people need
to be told that. Purity rings and purity balls just tell women that their
desires are wrong and ungodly; their sex life isn’t God’s business, or their
parents, or their relatives for that matter- it’s theirs. Women are the only
ones that should be able to choose when to have sex, whom to have it with, and
enjoy orgasms without shame. Don’t hide your bodies or desires. Celebrate and enjoy sex.
Saturday, September 19, 2015
The story of every cigarette
You guard me as a treasure, once I'm lit,
Hit after hit, you die a little bit.
Happy, upset, horny or bored, I'm everything you have ever desired,
No care in the world, as long as you have me acquired.
Of all the butts you've kissed so far,
You'll never forget me, your elixir.
Fulfilling your addiction, satisfying your crave,
Never making you repent, just pulling you closer to your grave.
You guard me as a treasure, once I'm lit,
Hit after hit, you die a little bit.
Happy, upset, horny or bored, I'm everything you have ever desired,
No care in the world, as long as you have me acquired.
Of all the butts you've kissed so far,
You'll never forget me, your elixir.
Fulfilling your addiction, satisfying your crave,
Never making you repent, just pulling you closer to your grave.
Hit after hit, you die a little bit.
Happy, upset, horny or bored, I'm everything you have ever desired,
No care in the world, as long as you have me acquired.
Of all the butts you've kissed so far,
You'll never forget me, your elixir.
Fulfilling your addiction, satisfying your crave,
Never making you repent, just pulling you closer to your grave.
Micro Tales
Barren
“Kids just
cry, poop and puke." She cried.
“You're going
to love them. You'll see." Her family retorted.
Deep down she
knew she never would.
Beauty Marks
Mother always said my spots were beauty marks and would bring me luck.
She was wrong, thought the leopard as the poachers skinned her
alive.
Birthday Special
Today is
special. It's her birthday.
I'll take her
out and reminisce about old times.
Then like
every year, I'll return her to her coffin.
Breaking Stereotypes
She threw the
lit match at the pile of money and joined me in bed as I strained against the
handcuffs.
She did love
me more than my money.
Busy
‘I sing about
how much I love you but you’re too busy reading comics.’
‘You’re too
busy singing to read my notes in the comics I lent you.’
Catfish
“You’re a
catfish! Why didn’t you tell me you’re married?” She bellowed.
“Why didn’t
you tell me that you aren’t?” He asked, beside himself.
Change
“Identification,
please!”
*hands over
the ID card*
“Male?”
“I’ve been
wanting to get it changed.”
Cold
I thought
we’d live happily ever after. But I was wrong.
You have
become cold and our lovemaking has suffered since your death.
Confined
The commotion
jolted me out of slumber.
I tried to
sit up, but my head hit the ceiling. I was confined.
Damn! It was
my funeral.
Confiscate
They
confiscated everything I had stolen. All they left was my boy’s wrist-watch.
It constantly
reminded me of the time I was losing with him.
Contest
She danced
brilliantly and was still eliminated.
She continued
to dance outside the arena and everyone followed.
Nobody
watched the contest.
Daddy
When he was a
kid, his mother had told him that his father was a bomb diffuser.
He now plants
bombs, hoping to meet his Daddy.
Desire
“Freedom. Isn’t that your deepest desire?” The journalist asked the
prostitute.
“No. I desire for a brush of familiar lips against mine.”
Dinner
He came home
to a candle light dinner.
He reached
for her hand and she gave it to him.
It was always
romantic to share a human together.
Doctor
‘We were
inseparable once. What changed?' The doctor asked his indifferent wife.
Little did he
know she'd started eating an apple a day.
Dummy
The President
was straight ahead. He pressed the gun’s trigger. The bullet hit the target.
No blood.
Soon it won't
be a dummy with a hole.
Eagle Eye
“OMG! A
DSLR?" She exclaimed in awe.
“Now, you can
finally capture all your memories vividly."
The diary,
hidden in her closet, took offence.
Envelope
On my way
home, I found an envelope.
It had a
ransom note and my wife’s photo.
As I reached
the doorstep, a shriek welcomed me from inside.
Experience
I waited at
the beach. I had heard so much about this experience.
As the waves
touched my feet, I felt a short circuit inside my robotic body.
Faint
He saw his
wife crying with a knife in her hand. It sent shivers down his spine.
He was about
to faint when he noticed a bowl of cut onions.
Forbidden
A shadowed
eye examined the mirror’s reflection- a body skimming dress and pencil heels.
Suddenly
there came a cry from behind.
“Abba jaan?”
Gambler’s Conceit
Vowing to
quit gambling if he won, the gambler looked on, elated, as his pick beat the
odds 80/1.
Alas! He at
once died of a cardiac arrest.
Grasp
My wife gave
birth to a girl, born grasping a lighter in her tiny fist, which I had used to
light my mother on fire.
Goodbye
“Hey babe, I
just called to say I’m sorry. I’m not very good at goodbyes. It’s easier this
way.”
“What?”
“Your brakes
don’t work anymore.”
Goosebumps
It’s my first
night with her.
I’m awake,
she’s asleep.
I’ve got
goosebumps.
I gather courage
to go close to her and pull my blanket off her.
Helen of Troy
Helen of
Troy’s beauty was such that when men saw her, they fell down.
Then she met
Paris and they lived happily ever after. He had no legs.
Helpless
The
one-year-old baby screamed loudly as the man held her.
Her parents
stared helplessly at her tears while he advanced to pierce her ears.
Home Alone
3 am. She
heard something stir nearby. She froze.
The owners
were away for the weekend. Surely they wouldn’t have left their dog home alone.
Homesick
One look at
you and I knew I was home. You were my whole wide world but then you left me.
Now I’m
homesick and I’m not sure where home is.
Last
“Pour me my
last drink, son.”
I obeyed. I
poured rum in a glass, added an ice-cube and a pinch of poison.
I didn’t want
to be raped again.
Liberate
He writes
code in his workstation.
He's tired of
his life, just like his colleagues.
Soon he'll
liberate them with the thing in his pockets.
Lie
They’re lying
in bed.
“You’re the
one,” he says; he’s lying.
“I never
doubted it,” she says; she’s lying.
They’re lying
in bed.
Love
“We always have sex. We never make love.”
He blew a smoke heart into the night.
“That’s because I’m not ready for love and neither are you.”
Lucky
“I’ll be
waiting for you honey.” She kissed me goodbye and shut the door behind.
As I headed
home, I felt so lucky to have such a secretary.
Make-or-Break
It was
make-or-break time. Heads, we’d separate; tails, we’d marry.
We flipped
the coin. It landed showing a lion emblem.
“Best 2 out
of 3?”
Matter
“You always
listen and never judge. You’re the only thing that ever mattered to me.” I
slurred.
“I know,”
whispered the bottle of whisky.
Missing
“Punish
people by writing a story on them. You won’t go to jail for it.”
He went
missing a day after his story on the President went viral.
Mother's Love
The old age
home attendants find her waiting for her son daily.
They smile as
the Alzheimer had erased the memory of her son deserting her.
Murder
He’s the
reason my wife is not with me; he murdered her.
But I still
need to feed him the bottle daily.
New Identity
Nerd. Not
anymore. A new college. A new identity.
Math. First
lecture. Finished my test first.
Teacher
graded me aloud- 20/20. I had failed.
No Strings on Me
A puppet
limped across the road, with its string trailing behind it.
In an
apartment nearby, a voice cried out from a sealed box.
Optimism
He promised
me money to hear his stories.
They
shattered my soul with its portrait of optimism.
I changed my
mind. No money was worth this.
Promise
Till Death Do
Us Part.
That’s the
promise we had made to each other and that’s the promise you have kept by
breaking free off your coffin.
Rest in Piece
I'm at peace.
Clutching her hand, I intertwine my fingers with hers. It fits like a jigsaw
puzzle.
I put it with
the rest, in the freezer.
Ring
“He made the
perfect gift for me- a ring from French Fries.”
“Wow! Did you
accept it?”
“I ate it.
Fries before guys!”
Role Reversal
He was busy
cooking while she lit the last cigarette.
The viewers
stared at the alluring painting; unable to comprehend the role reversal.
Rubble
The child
walked amidst the rubble of dead bodies.
When she
found her mother, she wondered if death hurt less than being alive.
Saturday Night
Like every
Saturday night, I got drunk.
Like every
Saturday night, he took me to his place.
Like every
Saturday night, I didn’t ask his name.
Scars
He fell in
love with the beauty of her scars.
After all,
they were proof of their new-born child.
Such is Life
Woke in a
maze.
Alone. Met
people along the way. Slowly I wiggled my way out of the maze. Exhausted but
free I fell asleep.
Woke in a
maze.
Sympathy
The athlete
couldn’t compete in the Olympics as his feet had swollen.
His insurance
company, known for its sympathy, sent him larger shoes.
Tell
“Check this
new gadget, bro. It tells me what food to eat, when to sleep and just about
everything.”
“Well, I have
my parents for that.”
The Answer
“Who knows
the answer?” The professor asked his students.
“I do. But I
don’t want others to know.”
“Anyone
else?”
“I don’t. But
if I did, I’d tell everyone.”
“You do know
the answer!”
The Blindfold
The blackness from the blindfold filled his mind with their intimate
moments. He craved for her.
He never felt the bullets pierce his body.
The Good Girl
“Such a good
girl. Covers her modesty through her burqa.” Her colleagues noted.
The hickies
underneath were proof of how good she really was.
The Hangman
“You're
sweet." She ruffled his hair.
His heart
raced faster.
“Hang
on." She got a text from her boyfriend.
He spent an
eternity hanging on.
The Haunted
“How self-centred of you to think only the dead haunt the living,”
whispered the ghost foetus, staring at his mother.
The Memorial
I looked around the memorial, surprised to see the gathering there.
They really missed me. If only
I'd have known before tying the noose.
The One
Elegant neck,
big bosoms, ample hips and huge bottom. He had finally found her.
She was
perfect. She was the one.
His first
human meat pie.
The Surprise
I put scented candles, oysters and red wine in your bedroom to surprise
you.
You were very surprised when you arrived and called the Police.
The Switch
I just read a
story.
The
protagonist could switch his life with anyone and live forever.
As I reached
the end, I was fiction and he wasn’t.
Till Death Do Us Part
She kissed his cheek as he smiled back. Nothing had changed much since
two decades.
Her husband called her.
She hid the photo in the closet.
Time
Ten minutes
to midnight.
It’s the time
when the city falls asleep.
It’s the time
when good meets evil.
It’s the time
when my victims meet me.
Time for Celebration
Valentine’s
Day. Left office early. Found you in the Jacuzzi.
Observed the
half-eaten strawberries and the two wine glasses, already empty.
Trapped
“There’s no way out. You may try but they’ll always find you out. Once
you’re in, you’re in for life.”
“Motherhood is such a thankless job.”
Vengeance
The monsters
put her body through pain the entire night.
Vowing
vengeance, she got a mosquito repellent the next day.
The End
The voices
stopped talking. Only happy thoughts occurred.
Unable to
find the darkness, my days as a writer ended. I'm just a normal guy now.
Sunday, June 14, 2015
7 Must DONTs for Men when with a Woman
1. Don't crowd a woman too much in the beginning. She'll consider this as neediness. Just let her become comfortable around you.
2. Don't say negative stuff about your ex-girlfriends. She'll think you're insecure.
3. Don't have an emotional response to everything. If you get upset about things easily, she'll think you're insecure.
4. Don't look to her to make decisions. She likes it when you make decisions and go with it. If you're always asking her what she wants to do, you'll come of as a boy, not a man. If she wants something different, she'll let you know.
5. Don't say or do stuff just to get attention. She'll think you're insecure. If you're cool, she'll figure it out herself.
6. Don't argue often. By being overly argumentative, you're hampering your sex life. Argue in a funny way, not in a serious way.
7. Don't be a YES man. Have mature boundaries. The best answer to a woman is NO. Use your energy only when you're in a win-win situation. The only direct answer you can give her is a NO. It keeps your masculine identity and self-esteem alive.
2. Don't say negative stuff about your ex-girlfriends. She'll think you're insecure.
3. Don't have an emotional response to everything. If you get upset about things easily, she'll think you're insecure.
4. Don't look to her to make decisions. She likes it when you make decisions and go with it. If you're always asking her what she wants to do, you'll come of as a boy, not a man. If she wants something different, she'll let you know.
5. Don't say or do stuff just to get attention. She'll think you're insecure. If you're cool, she'll figure it out herself.
6. Don't argue often. By being overly argumentative, you're hampering your sex life. Argue in a funny way, not in a serious way.
7. Don't be a YES man. Have mature boundaries. The best answer to a woman is NO. Use your energy only when you're in a win-win situation. The only direct answer you can give her is a NO. It keeps your masculine identity and self-esteem alive.
Friday, June 12, 2015
7 Must DOs for Men before going on a date
1. Your nails should be short, clean and neat.
2. Nose, ear hairs and bushy pubic hairs are a no-no.
3. Your teeth should be clean. Use a tongue scraper and a mouthwash.
4. Wash your body completely thrice before the date. Body odours don't come off easily.
5. Use a good deodorant.
6. Your shoes and socks should be ultra clean. Foot odour is not permitted.
7. Use a good perfume. Don't OVER-do it. No perfume is better than a lot of perfume. Just one or two squirts an hour before the date is best.
Women often notice these details and conclude that you handle everything else in the same manner.
2. Nose, ear hairs and bushy pubic hairs are a no-no.
3. Your teeth should be clean. Use a tongue scraper and a mouthwash.
4. Wash your body completely thrice before the date. Body odours don't come off easily.
5. Use a good deodorant.
6. Your shoes and socks should be ultra clean. Foot odour is not permitted.
7. Use a good perfume. Don't OVER-do it. No perfume is better than a lot of perfume. Just one or two squirts an hour before the date is best.
Women often notice these details and conclude that you handle everything else in the same manner.
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Hair Growth Supplement
“Take
only half a tablet at a time,” the doctor prescribed. “Stick to maximum one in
a day. Patience is the key.”
“It’s
a supplement. Take one, then another,” the friend suggested. “For crying out loud,
you can’t just take one and hope for a miracle.”
“You’re
an adult. You got to increase the dosage. Pop at least two at one go,” the
enemy conspired. “Think of it as Crocin.”
“Sixty
tablets gone so far and still no visible change. Ignore everyone else. Listen
to me,” the wife nagged. “Try two after breakfast. Two more after dinner.”
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