Monday, December 24, 2012

The Gangvani Art-Work

I have been enjoying putting stuff up on the Facebook page of the GangVani.. I feel overwhelmed with every every new like and I keep a close count.. Not that the thing has become a hit but its a nice place to upload things I couldn't have on my timeline..
I've been doing some art-work using a good software I got hold of.

I put these up as cover pictures for the page.
And people have quiet liked them so sharing a few of them here.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Passion, you unsettling moron !!

You yawn your name off and a slang comes out..
You rest your fingers and one of mine comes out..
You try to understand how your breath comes out..
With every passing second

You fight off your fears and the sweat comes out..
You climb up the top and your coffin comes out..
You think you understand, and so your smile comes out..
With every joke I reckon

I laugh, I smile but I make you cry
I'm the one you can never deny..
I stay within you every night and day..
To rock the bottom of the foundation you lay..
I wake you up in the middle of the night..
It's too messed up but I punch you to fight..
Its me that you should live for still you forget
Its me that you breathe for, if you lose nothing, there's nothing you'll get..

Wednesday, December 05, 2012


And as she stood against the living room wall, the telephone still pressed hard against her left ear, she could feel her legs trembling. She pulled the plastic chair and sat down and started shivering. Words were not coming out, partly because her 15 year old brain could not dissolve the information and partly because everything was getting blank.
Random thoughts started crawling inside her head and all she could do was nothing. The math tuition was due at 3:00 PM. She had to get ready. She had to come out of the school uniform and wear normal clothes. She had pressed the yellow top the previous day to wear this afternoon. There's this guy in her class who passes her polite smiles every time she misses out to give the answers to Sir's randomly asked questions. Satish has a crush on her, is what she feels.
Satish looks cute.
Tear-lines started flowing down her cheeks as she managed to ask
"Are you sure?".
She kept the phone down after getting the answer.
She kept sitting at the same place.
Her mother was taking a bath. She was to come out anytime and serve her lunch.
She kept waiting. The school bag laid carelessly on the sofa.
Her world was about to change. She wiped the tear and started thinking about the next thing to be done.
Her mother came out meanwhile. Watching her mother put a bindi on her forehead and draping herself up in a beautiful saree, she wondered how beautiful her mother really was. How age could never dilute her elegance, her grace, her beauty. As a child she always wanted to do things her mother did. She would wear her skirt like a saree and put an over-sized bindi and apply lipstick and wear her gold chain. Her mother was the epitome of beauty for her. The upper limit of piousness. An idol.
She went up to her mother with her head held low.
"Mom, I'm pregnant" 

Sunday, December 02, 2012

Talaash - the answer lies nowhere

The biggest part of a mystery movie is the unfolding. The gripped audience may either applaud at the end or may feel so dejected that the first thing they do after coming back is to write a negative review.

Talaash is Aamir Khan's movie of the year and it is impractical if we expect all his movies to be flawless. Although his presence becomes the USP of any movie, but loading the 47 year old visibly wrinkled face with the expectation of millions is an unfair thing to do. We all have to agree that at the end of the day or any movie, it is the story that matters and stays with us. We remember the characters after watching the movie and hence the actors.
If I try to recollect something good about Talaash now, the first half of Talaash was better. The subtle darkness about the characters, the seriously shot no-nonsense scenes with a gripping suspense boiling underneath, matched by a good background score by Ram Sampath, everything worked on the audience and I could her people discussing the probable endings while munching pop corns during the interval. Contrary to some other opinions on the movie I read, the first half was not boring and it set the stage quiet well for the unraveling due in the second half.
But nothing happened in the second half. No edge of the seat entertainment, no nail biting finish, no sherlock deductions. And when the 2 hour mystery is finally revealed, I could already see people marching out of the hall.
Talaash would have been a fantastic movie had the ending been better, had the character of Aamir Khan been a little less complicated and a little more easy for the actor to play. You really start missing ACP Rathore at times. Talaash scores well in the cinematography and music department, but fails terribly in the end due to its cohesion-less story and its effort to tie the entire story based on the single link. Most of the people walked out disheartened.
The answer actually lied nowhere. 

Let it end this time!

The cloud surrounding the probable sudden end of the world gets me thinking that how absolute this world is. The money, the car, the shoes, the job, the girl friend, how everything I connect myself to, is utter meaningless. Everything is so temporary that it can get washed away in a single day of total mayhem. It thrills me to think that this will be same for so many people. So many other lives, having nothing in common but their sense of belongingness. What are we exactly. As I extend the boundaries of observation, I see myself getting diminished to a dot in the whole of the universe. Its the frame of reference that matters. And for someone, sitting up there over the planet JupiterX, filling a huge bullet in his mighty barrel, with which he intends to destroy the Earth on 21st December, 2012, does it really matter to him what Gangeyyo had in his breakfast this morning. Or how many scams did the present government participate in? Or how many centuries will Sachin Tendulkar hit before retiring. Did he read the Delhi Times this morning and get envious of the Page 3 fat wedding couples?
So what if the world actually ends this 21st December? Will we be able to cut the chords of attachments to a perfect materialistic world we've made for us? Will we be able to get up early morning and work for our last days, for ourselves? Will we be able to think about one good thing and appreciate someone honestly or will be jealous as usual? Can we let go of all the ego surrounding us, can we let others feel free? Can we really sympathize with someone needy and help him out? Can we really not care about the future?
I think not.. The combined strength of all the ties we've made should make it impossible for any force to challenge this race of ours. And we shall wake up on 22nd December caring about the same things and moving on.
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