When all that I had was a truncated life with plethora of bliss around me. Pure.
ah! those moments..
little, very little, immensely little.
Yet, you provoke me, you juggle me, you toggle me with no ends.
i feel those soft hands, soft legs, soft sponge like touch,
get immersed every time you take a glance at me whilst other chores,
carrying you every time in my arms and lap is a outlandish feeling caressed over multiple borders.
vicious circle, I know. but all the more consuming and pervasive.
i cannot be with you all the time, but want to be with you all the time.
yes, all the time. you will get to know me, one day,
i know you everyday. i do. so imminently.
if love was a single unanimous verdict, it would be you.
you are a part of me, and you are my emergence of virtue.
What’s in a 14?
Probably, the most hyped date in the world. No vintage urn, just being eroded with the most consumate word in our lives – love.
Nothing against love though. Neither do I have anything unceremonious against people loving each other. We must, we do, we will. But are we serving the purpose is the question here. If I love someone, why do it just for a day? Rather, why all this propaganda for the people you love when the person you love knows you do? Do we have to make this public? I am not looking for an answer, am trying to introspect. And find answers within. You must unless you really want the advertisers and purgative offers to exploit you.
I think global world is devout of the whole Valentine stigma, and we like sticking our nose out to smell something that’s out of box. Or, can I say, out of mind. In fact, that’s exactly what I meant.
In an age when love is no more than a mere four letter word, we need just you and me to say ‘I Love You’. Keep it simple, and keep it true.
Vicinity
nearer to you..
when bliss is around
Your open eyes is my moist yolk,
Your sleep is the deepest wait of my life.
I wait, I wait, just waiting is my job in hand,
You open your eyes, and life redeems me.
Inside the womb, your kick was a myth,
You came out and your slimy smile makes me go bonkers.
You look at me and its sheer enigma. Yes, it still is.
Merely holding you in my hands for few minutes is visiting the sublime.
Day was spent in miscellaneous meander, you still did hover around my thoughts like heavy clouds over perennial landscapes.
All for your love, so much worth than we actually, and seldom realize.
As I write, I crave to take a glimpse of your pervasive innocence,
Day or night, you rule me.
This had to be told. Yes, I just did. I remain encamped and the future is born.
A Father’s Note
Holding your just born son in your hands is a feeling beyond describable words. For a change, I have run out of ammunition as the newly born has swept me off my feet and I don’t feel the earth beneath me. The moments when we saw each other – yes, you can argue that the baby was oblivious of his father’s inquisitive eyes that ran like crazy to say – son, am your father and I love you. Yes, he will not respond now, nevertheless but a new era has begun, a new relationship has just created this world around me that I never knew existed till you happened to me. You don’t know who I am, yet. But you are my world, my life, my heartbeat. My everything, I guess. And I want you to know it.
Cheers to us, our life and we both are indebted to your mother, the woman of my life and the featherbed of your existence.
Till you open your eyes, mine will remain famished.
juggernaut
traffic

There’s always this buzz about New York, London, Mumbai. Quietly, Calcutta figures amongst the noisiest and one of the most populous ones. Not revered but neither forgotten.
Intrigued but not astonished, I have not seen vehicular traffic in Calcutta getting diminished by the travesties our trans-infra change. With some overwhelming overdrives that have graced the city in the last few years, the pedestrian traffic and the subsequent jostles haven’t died down. in fact, that some places still sustain the nuptial knots of charm says a lot about the soul of the city. Let’s humdinger down!
daunting is life
Man with all his capacity and victorious zeal, is found susceptible at the gamut of endings.
Skill remains unwanted, money is relinquished in the wake of the alarm that steals the thunder,
Forget what’s there, find a way to live.
Busy in our selfish encore, a sudden thud reminds us to be human.
When all else isn’t important and what we don’t comprehend is the need of the foolish hour.
Our instincts are based on courageous tendencies, but a renaissance is something we all pray for.
Forget where we stand, let’s find a way to live.
What’s in our path is what we choose, what we don’t see is destiny’s hormone.
Achieving is zest, praying is us.
Amidst all wrongs, we pray for right moments. During fall, we call Phoenix.
Forget what’s in store, let’s live today.
Blockbuster Review: Wazir (Hindi)
Vidhu Vinod Chopra hasn’t directed for a while now, his last release was Eklavya (hush hush, lets not talk about Broken Horses here). I haven’t watched Bejoy Nambiar’s ‘David’ though word of mouth was encouraging. Abhijiat Joshi is our ‘3 idiots and PK’ pen master, hence his involvement does invoke restless expectations. To top it, you have Mr Bachhan and the talented Farhan Akhtar ready to be served as the main dish.
Well, what then would you expect? Mere chess squares with pawns, horses and elephants, with some fizz and thrills thrown in? Wait, there’s more.
Wazir is the first biggie of 2016, and with an illustrious cast and tinkering teaser, no wonder it will brings the crowds in though you can ferociously debate that today is just the 2nd day. Yes, it wont set the cash registers ringing when compared to a la Salman Khan puncher or a Rohit Shetty lull. Courageously, thats not something we deem to expect from a team who gave us some powerful films in the past like Parinda and 3 Idiots. Categorically, no social messages or sensitive collage here, but certainly, the start for a year we usually look forward to.
It isn’t without flaws, let me be honest here. The way the suspected baddie was eliminated will throw you in a fit of tantrums as its a full throttle shame to our system and the myriad politics involved in the dust of filthy money and worst, shameful people and leaders. Yes, I agree that this isn’t the first and there have been less organic portrayals of our national calamities in earlier such celebrated ventures but precariously, we are talking about ATS here. Please, don’t tell me our governance is in such shambles. Second, I truly and completely understand that it’s Bollywood film and we are equipped to ignore such fatalities but my statement is – not from Vinod Chopra films do we expect such noble blemishes. But, a fair statement is a passable one.
Seldom do we see films beginning with a wedding, song and romance amidst a newly born. That was differently placed, and I liked the beginning. Vidhu Vinod Chopra’s films are known for their soul and melancholy moments stitched between aura and plot – this one is no different. Passion of ATS, the loss of a father, the anguish of a mother and wife, the distress of an ageing man who has lost his family in google circumstances and the feeling of a stranger becoming a friend. Relationships are always the backbone of such scripts and the moves are carefully juggled here, aptly over a chess board. The first encounter depicted, by the ATS officer as an angry man who has just lost the apple of his eye was gruelling as the SUV comes toppling down. The scene wherein the Wazir imprisons Pandit ji with his evil intentions before escaping while Pandit ji lies on the floor with his broken limbs blatantly exposed was a stunner.
Mr Bachhan, overtly, once again, steals the show with a stellar performance. He ceases to amaze with each of his roles, especially in the last 10 years. Be it the Alzheimer struck veteran in Black, or the 13 year old ‘progeria’ struck child in Paa, he continues to keep our jaws stuck to the floors.
Farhan Akhtar, is ardently, subdued but does a clean act. Rest of the cast is in and out, with John Abraham and Neil Nitin Mukesh delivering cameo acts (though the former could have been easily negated). The background score and the soundtrack sticks to the script, admirably.
Wazir is almost, a chess(t)-full show. Watch it, for a smart move in the year ahead.
2015 in review
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 960 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 16 trips to carry that many people.




