Thursday, April 22, 2010

Boombox (ft. Julian Casablancas)


Burn out


The Sun gawks at the naked land, the lascivious solar love. Turning her on. She melts under him. He burns and burns.

I chose sadness ...


Hmm... Depressing depressing, for some of my friends it is the end of hope, a dead end. I am not somebody, who is very optimitstic about life either, but that is just me.

But can I empathise with them. No. I cannot feel the way they are, they have a different background, I have different.

Do I intend to cheer them up? No.

It is angst, pain and lot of suffering that has urged me to value happiness. This happiness wouldn't be given up for any depressed soul.

I am just in my place, happy for myself, happy for life, happy to die, happy to live, happy to cry and happy for all my emotions.

At another time I would have thrown up over these rosy pictures.

Existentialists would do that and stop making sense of life. In instinctive intelligence they would give up everything and fall in the open arms of suffering. Yes, this a perspective and I don't claim to be the custodian of truth. Thank god for that, I can have many truths and not crumble under the burden of one.

A couple of drops in my eyes want to roll down, like water to the thirsty.



Why do we have interviews? I mean isn't there a better way of measuring someone's worth?

I walk into this cold room. Even the hair inside my nostrils rankle. I am all alert. But just happy, because that's how I want to be.

She gives a once over to my CV and retorts, 'What do you know?'

'Er, as in the Maoist issue or  media?,' I fumble. 'No, what do you know?' she squints her prey.

That is not fair, there was no cue. All the bygones had said that its going to be cool. This is not cool.

Huh, this attack was not going to dampen anything. I stuck to the intellect and spluttered words on media and ideology. It was dal teeming with rice and green, red and white chutney to top it, such was the incoherence.

Anyways, I had a great time and hope the visitor was not disappointed.

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Thursday, April 15, 2010

Where is the national pride?


A woman walks on a parched area on her way to collect water in the outskirts of Ranchi in Jharkhand. Photo: PTI

Two fire department officials during a demonstration exercise for the Fire Week Celebration scheduled to start from April 14, in Shimla. Photo: PTI

Love for the lustre


I love you. I love you, when you leap over me like a gazelle. I love you, when you mooch by. I love you, when you tower over me. I love you when I conquer you. I love you when I hate you. I hate you. 

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Waking in dark


Intractable Hunger,
Can't be stalled further,

My inertia my captor,
Wish I was a trampoline jester,

In the height of my sun,
I must bask in my twilight zone.