Friday, January 8, 2016

The White

White brings peace, but symbolizes death.

It's a blank no colour can define.
It's a void, every life fears.

White is space - a world without affection.
White has no strings attached, because s/he is lonely.

If white means purity, then I bet purity is nothing but insanity.
It reflects selfishness.

White ends where black begins!

Saturday, November 16, 2013

When Sachin Tendulkar was Batting

I was 10 years old. Just like any other superstitious Sachin fan, I take pride in associating myself with his jersey number. From the past twenty four years, I have been glued to the television with the same intensity of a 10-year old. Those excuses of fever and procrastination were religious rituals to see the little God at work, which many of us did till yesterday.

I first saw Sachin batting, on a Black & White television and I saw him last on an LCD TV.  There have been a lot of changes in the lives of many Indians like me – from B/W Doordarshan TVs to Dish TVs, Telephones to touch phones, Ambassador cars to Hondas, Radio commentary to Cricinfo, Chitrahar to caller tunes, Gulli-danda to Snookers, Pen-pals to Facebook, Cinema Theatre to Multiplexes and Video cassettes to Torrents, and many more... It was an eventful journey of change and Sachin was one such connecting link that kept us rooted to our yesteryear memories.

Sachin wouldn’t have slept the previous day of every match, but so were many Indians who would only go to sleep when he was out. The name that soothes a billion or more Indian hearts can be felt within when they take a deep sigh, chanting the name Sa-h-chin. Sa-h-chin...

To many fans, who are disappointed at Sachin’s missed century in his last innings, I would like to say that you have been blind all these years. Sachin is not about hitting centuries. He is all about keeping himself hungry for more. The fans will never be satisfied, even if he hit a century yesterday, one would ask for another 50 runs, and then another 50 more and on... and finally the most feared one... “Why do you want to retire?”

No, tears won’t come from my eyes, but there certainly is a void and a stiff suffocated throat that is really painful. It is hard to imagine the Indian team’s scoreboard without the name you have seen growing with you. Well, with Sachin’s retirement, I guess now is the time to take a break and follow and love some of the other sports which I missed during the past twenty four years. Thank God.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

A Blank View

Ever came across a feeling like ‘incomplete lethargy’, probably born within us through years of intellectual stimulations? So where is it going?

Enter Vacuum.

Doing the same old stuff, over and over again…
Riding through the same terrains, sipping the same wine, complaining about roads and politics…
Aren’t we trapped in a delicate vacuum, living in the hope of coming out, someday?
Like the white canvas waiting for that one stroke to escape non-existence.

Unlearn. Fulfill.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

A prose-a-tive thought

No matter what, keep your chin and sight always high up! That’s about being positive in life. But, there are times dear, when you need to think the other way round, especially when you piss, or your positive attitude might simply spoil your clothes and the floor!

Trash it. Read not all that might try to change you.

Friday, September 7, 2012

Knock, Knock, Knocking on Self’s Door...

If we were to decide what is acceptable and what is not, then the world would be a pathetic place to be...
So, leave people and events at their space... at their pace.
Acceptance is brutal. But that is real.

Monday, April 30, 2012

The Same Old Desire, So Fresh So Young!

Heavy beats of our hearts
Embrace each other with a hope

Eyes plunged in love
Sway to the rhythm of the thunderous rain

All I hear is the gush
All I see is the trust
All I feel is the truth

Oh my Ocean, roar me an encore…

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

A world, lost

Four lives, shattered at the burst of a scorching morn
She carried the pain for nine months long
Fought regrets and societal norms
In the street, drenched in blood, a new life is born
Her little children watch the last breath of their mom

She is gone….
Leaving alone the new born
And the little siblings, lost… unaware and unknown.