26th August '07

This day is about to end.....
the stroke of midnight would do it here.
gmt+5.5 hrs or ist
with it ends the weekend.
the weekend a loop....
thru which I ran a marathon...
which looped me to the week again.
would it be a weekend..I'd wait for?
I donno..
maybe it's the week I await...
or maybe the month..
or maybe not the time at all..
maybe I do not wish to run through
maybe I'm not running..
maybe I just need a walk...by his side..
there's no room for maybe...
I pushing you maybes out.
Out you go.
U exist.
That I do not deny.
Or not acknowledge.
But I'm not gonna mention u again.
Atleast not for today..
I'll wait till the pendulum moves to strike the Cinderella hour of doom.

20th August '07


I love playing with the hues of black and white. White gives me the space. And Black gives me the colours.

Sometimes the absence of some things re-establishes their being with a strange kind of strong re-assertion. Similarly, I believe that is, what’s magical about black and white, the ever so colourful non-colours. Where one symbolizes the presence of all and the other, the absence.

Maybe that’s why, for some people the magic of old black and white movies would never go. It truly created a presence of a lot of other elements, by mere absence.

Lastly, I do think it’s a wide-screened, black and white world: with a lot many zebra crossings.

Watch out for the light.

Facing the Monster

14th Aug '07

I kicked the monster today
hard onto his face.
I pushed him into a dungeon
he'll never scare me again.
I killed him out of sight.
I defeated him in his mind.
I shoved him into the glass
which could have been the mirror to his soul.
I wish I'd kicked him just once more.
Harder and so that it really got sore.
Kicks and slaps: do they work?
Monsters: do they have a conscience at all?
If they had. Would they be monsters at all?

A li'l heart of rain splutters

12th aug '07

people throw your umbrellas away
and get wet in the rain.

don't cover your head with books or plastic,
let the water seep into ur scalp.
don't skip the puddle or go around,
just jump right in and splash.

don't grumble, don't say 'shit'
say the f-word followed by "it's awesome".
don't save yourself, what are you saving anyway?
just let your hair down and enjoy the rain.

12th Aug '07

What to do with SRK?

Ok. I loved him. Maintained files. Had pictures. Innocentchildhood craze. But I got over it abd started looking at him as an actor, critically and inspite of the soft-spot I never let any opinionated biases creep in.

Then came along this week.
...when I saw this fairness cream brand endorsed by him. Why did he do it?The soft spot vanished and it bacame a doubt spot instead. Don't he or any of those other guys/people in this huge world realize what these ads do? It makes racists out of already colour-biased people in India. And makes normal people get into complexes which they don't need throttled down their throat. And sells these fairness products.

When the truth is that the ones who have a problems are the ones who need a tonic or a brain cream to whiten/make fair their dark biases, not the ones with the darker skin tones. After all, isn't Naomi Cambell gorgeous, and she'd hate anyone suggesting a fair and lovely to her, I'm sure.

ANyway coming back to SRK.
I really don't think I can respect him anymore, being associated with you-know-what?
But, apart from this issue, critically acclaiming the end of the week SRK interlude with CHak De India was nice. He acts well, mimimalizing his starness. The story plays perfectly. Loved it. Though a bit predictible at times, wins my heart. Maybe a woman-bias.

But still, a butt again. coming back to the previous rut. Money shouldn't rule over all the criterions.
It kills people (real people within).
And people are important.