Sunday, July 31, 2011


A thought so clear, so clear
A thought that gets me ecstatic
So clear, yet confounding
Me thinks its Psychedelic!

I am trying hard to detangle
A web of certain certainities,
A web so intricate, fabricated
It is a web of Realities

Each angle gives a different view,
Oh each view, so beatific
Unfathomable, unimaginable
It is, for sure kaleidoscopic

For years and decades may be
These have been very mystic
Above and below, inside and out
At times cleft, and at others- solid.

You and I think, know it all,
Yet "All" we know is superficial
Soon we'll be gripped by this truth,
That 'All' that we know is an illusion

So I assume, presume, and consume
These entities, so hallucinogenic
I know what I have got myself into
I know it is psychedelic!

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Whose Reality is it Anyway!

It has been pouring cats and dogs for the past couple of days. So my only past time has been the television. Another reason for the idiot box to play such an impetus in my life off late is my internet going on rain breaks more than often.

As I lazed in the comfortable couch with the remote in my hand, I exercised my fingers by surfing the channels. The images of some incongruous nonsense passed in front of my eyes in about a minute or so. And it continued. But amidst that, it dawned upon me that most of them were the images of the self proclaimed 'Reality Shows'.

In my thus state of abeyance, I began to think! A moratorium to my eyes (I am sure I will be blessed for it) from the TV insanity. Every bit of these so called visuals of reality somehow seem very scripted. Dolefully, disdainfully.

I often wonder if these actors, oops no participants as they call themselves, view their reality. And more than that I am intrigued to know if at all this is their Reality.

Less than recent I learnt that we live in a matrix! We make our own realities. Well may be that is true to an extent. But these individual actualized realities then have to intersect at some points. That is the basis of a society. And whether or not you abide by it, you live in one... Man is after all a social animal, aint he?

The verisimilitude of these matrices however depends on our perceptions. So when I see a Reality Show with some loser trying to teach other buncha boys to be a "super stud", I am confounded and at the same time stupified at the vast lapse between the existence of such varied realities.

As the rains kept pouring, my sojourn in my thoughts ended. I changed the channel again and luckily Friends was on air! Ah my god sent angel. At such times when things do not make rationale to me, I keep the thoughts lingering. I know for a fact though that there will be a closure. Soon. In a different Reality!

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Nothing to do!

Rolling down my window pane
I see the clear drops of rain
As the drops start to bestrew
I realize, I have nothing to do!

Sitting on the window ledge
I see life as on the edge
It sure has been a gift, a bijou
But right now I have nothing to do!

A drive down the memory lane
Skimming through the losses and gains
Everything I am trying to construe
Because I have nothing to do!

There have been times really tough
I have dealt with them too, well enough
As of now all seems askew
I know I have nothing to do!

I still have a good feeling somehow
Things are gonna be better now
Cuz soon everything will be anew
Since right now I have nothing to do!

Sunday, July 17, 2011


Things have been most unsaid between us. But they exists. You know it so do I.

As a child I remember telling you everything, as if I didnt my days were not complete.

I honestly dont even know if you understood half the things I did tell you...

We had mean times too. I remember dropping you off my cycle as a kid. I am really sorry for that! And there are plenty such instances which make me feel really bad. I hope you do not want me to list them!

I have hated you the most many times. You are by far the Nobel prize winner for me as far as irritating me is concerned.

Apart from that you could also be the proud winner of a lot of other nasty things that you do.

But as you turn 17 today, I wanna tell you that you are probably the bestest thing that happened to me. You were always mine and the only thing I have never had to share with anyone.

I might dominate you and you might find me very interfering and intruding, but what the hell thats my business.

So here is wishing you a happy 17 and many such wonderful days always! Most of which will be with me ;)

Cheers to the love hate we share! Cuz I hate you (Like I love you!)

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

I hate you, like I love you (in brackets)

One of the most sought after flicks of the year, Delhi Belly was a sheer delight. A 'hatke' feast for the eyes and ears the movie has everything young movie goers look for.

For me though one of the most delighting moment was when I saw a friend's name on the screen. His nickname flashed on the credits as the story board artist and stylist for Aru's Tees.

As I left humming the song in my head, my friend and I dwelled in a conversation. A tete a tete about life, career, and relationships.

As the flavour strengthened during the short drive, lives and perceptions, points of view and experiences unlaced comfortably. More like a confrontation of the past and present. A preview of what the future might look like.

Life has its own way of playing with people. Each game has different rules. You cannot compare any two. Cannot play them on same grounds. Each of it is designed for a specific player, best played by him/her.

Life is complicated. Life is unfair. But if that is really so, how do we know what really uncomplicated is? And what is just and fair? The essence of life is in the living. In the 'try me' instead of 'why me'...

There are certain times when we have mixed emotions about things or people. We hate like we love, or love like we hate. I wonder if the two emotions can ever be weighed on a singular scale. But such things exist.

So while we try to rationalize between the rights and wrongs, the emotional conflict persists. And amidst the conflict resolution and trying to achieve a balance we keep humming the song "I hate you like I love you (in brackets)."

My Delhi Belly experience was one such extravagant treat. Inexplicable in simple terms, and yet totally fathomable to an humble heart and mind. And all this amidst a running D K Bose, Nukkadwale Discos, and because "I hate you like I love you (in brackets)."