its over..........

I can't believe...
Its over.

Fifteen long years....
The same gates,
the same rooms ,
the same smell of sand.
Now seems stranger.....
maybe its over.

The smile that lit up every morning,
the bell that rang every afternoon,
the shouts that filled every wall,
the laughter that echoed through spaces,
now seems still.........
I guess its over.

I wasted it,
i was accused, troubled, complained
i was too preoccupied,
I didn't experience it,
i have lost it.
its over.

i want to go back.
live the way i want to,
feel the excitement,
find love,
run around the long stairs,
laugh my heart out,
practise late evenings,
be dropped home with care,
win popularity,
hear my name being screamed,
see my name on the blue walls,
have little kids idolise me,
carry the lingering memory of a first kiss........

I can't...
cause its over.

.......... not mine!

I was so high I did not recognize
The fire burning in her eyes
The chaos that controlled my mind
Whispered goodbye and she got on a plane
Never to return again
But always in my heart
This love has taken its toll on me
She said Goodbye too many times before
And her heart is breaking in front of me
I have no choice cause
I won't say goodbye anymore

I tried my best to feed her appetite
Keep her coming every night
So hard to keep her satisfied
Kept playing love like it was just a game
Pretending to feel the same
Then turn around and leave again
This love has taken its toll on me
She said Goodbye too many times before
And her heart is breaking in front of me
I have no choice cause
I won't say goodbye anymore
I'll fix these broken things
Repair your broken wings
And make sure everything's alright
My pressure on her hips
Sinking my fingertips
Into every inch of you
Cause I know that's what you want me to do.

Do not read, danger of insanity looms high.

Actually this piece would be ideal as a poem but it would be very stereotyped when expressed in the lang of poetry. Just trying to attempt in prose!

These thoughts are aimless for they find no admirer. Yet each time they grow filling in themselves the depth of hope. Perhaps they are worthless to the blind eye, only truth to one's own.

The akwardness sometimes sets in fear. Of a loss maybe irreplacable. And the happier things are just crucified in the soul of suspicion.

The question of integrity arises from such bravery. To be able to accept fate. Desperation is a mere act of weakness. For when you love you'd let go.

I pity silly accusations and revengeful longings. The wickedness of every human mind is evident at check point.

If you had trust, it wouldnt last. The very nature of the homo sapiens on this is earth is so. Each is selfish to his own desires, wants and loves.

Somehow i hope that is untrue. Just for this period of time. Give me this life to believe that my beliefs are found, my hopes are blessed.

This Love....

it has taken its revenge on me
this love.....
that i had so carefully nourished
it has showed me the path of defeat.

just a small pretty thing
i had cared for
is it the epitome of difficulty, this love?
that it has shown me the door

perhaps im a wanderer
in search of belief, a life
there is dust everywhere
there is green everywhere
of a faith that is shattered.

im not a romanticist
yet my realities are deceptive
for each minute of a dream
for every second of hope
fall like sand from a closed fist.

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Saawariya- 2007(continues to haunt till this day)

For all you adolescents out there, if you’ve never watched a blue film in your life here comes the blessed opportunity. Quite literally. And mind you this one’s different. (A good pick up line I suppose) only the difference makes you wonder what the hell happened, not at any point through the movie but right at the end! I’m not criticizing, not at all. In fact I believe each person is capable of making his own judgment. Sometimes an overdose of creativity and madness results in what is called “Saawariya”. So there is creativity, there is blue and behold you get to watch a certain Mr.Ranbir Kapoor’s arse as well. It is always best to highlight the strong points of a film and leave it at that.

But, since, I need a desperate outlet for my creative vibrations and I have the sacred job of ensuring people do not lose their precious monetary resource in an already deprived economy, I am going to do something beyond. Indeed.
Point one: The film is sugary shit. Even if it’s coated with the sugar syrup what lingers is the taste of shit.
Point two: We do not need an over- enthu cutlet for a hero. It’s not cute and certainly not sexy.
Point three: (courtesy Sonam Kapoor) Boys are not turned on by giggly, dumb girls. The NSSO (national sample survey org.) might want to help you with their services.
So even if you’ve tried to make the new comers the next “in things”, Mr.Bhansali your tactics seem pretty out of date. In fact the entire script needs some sense stuffed into it. Or was it meant for another generation? That is the only logical conclusion, sadly, I can arrive at. Thankfully some brilliant cinematography by Ravi.K.Chandran pulls you out of the deep slumber you’re otherwise cajoled into. And also thanks to newcomer Monty Sharma for tuning in some good melody. Oh and by the way, using the RK banner to add commercial value was a cheap stunt anyway.


For all the pomp and show that surrounded the movie, the promotional hype, I can only say hard luck mate.
P.s- if you’re still trying to decipher what I have written please watch the movie. I shall not be responsible for the loss. Mind or money.

ey some nice movies ya.

Chhoti Si Baat
1975, I think.
An ingenuous love story. Period.
No item numbers. (No thank you Rakhi.)
And there is no muscleman either. (Sorry girls!)
That’s in a clean nutshell Basu Chatterjee’s Chhoti si baat, reflecting in every way its apt subtle name. Perhaps, the Sunday morning utopia is perfectly synonymous to the feel of this movie.

The coming of age of a young man, Arun (Amol Palekar, oh he is just adorable) steering through the rock laden path of love is quite a riotous tale. So when our young bashful hero faces near mortification in this process of winning over his lady love he turns to the gyaan guru, colonel (retd) JNW Singh (the brilliant Ashok Kumar) to dig him out of the hole. Somehow there seemed to be more chemistry here, as Mr.Hero gets harassed, manipulated and finally blossoms into the real hero! (Not the Himesh type though.)
Meanwhile his competitor, a certain Nagesh(the kabab mein haddi) seems to be running at breakneck speed in his pursuit of Prabha(the same one hero is in love with)
So our new hero comes back, lessons learnt, ready to apply principles, and with aplomb pulls off the “hero”! What follows is the typical hindi movie cliché, blah, blah, blah…..!But yeah, with a difference.
The path of life dear, is hard work even if it happens to be just the famous four letter word- love. And if you didn’t trust your parents with that watching this would do a lot of good to you!

Picture abhi baaki hai mere dost! So what happens to the kabaab mein haddi….?

Haddi pasli ek karna tha na!

Boyfriend! ...........anyone??

i'm eighteen and i don't have a boyfriend.

i wonder why people(hello aunties and uncles) are obsessed with thinking the way they do- of teenagers, their interests and the opposite sex! so im here to enlighten these ignorants and the rest who are just uncomfortable thinking on these lines.
first things first:
we are not obsessed with the opposite sex. period.
you can stop checking our mobiles, spying on us and ringing up friends homes over and over again at ghostly hours of the night.

we are intelligent enough to take care of ourselves and we could take care of others(the opp sex) who choose to mess with us, as well.
boys\girls are only part of our lives and with most we share sibling ties.
and all you mums who have proud daughters we do remember your lectures about the cannibal tribe thats called "men", pretty vividly. so you can stop getting hysterical, also there are prettier creatures out there.

after having said all this i'd say having a bf/gf is the most fascinating thing, ever. if alcohol gives you a high then i must say this is much better. or maybe you would call it hypocrisy? double standards perhaps?
but let me tell you, using such "crime words" or emotional blackmail isn't going to stop us from doing anything that we want to. we know our limits and we have our own definitions of right and wrong, maybe different from yours. and you can also stop singing praises of your apparent goody goody children in front of your friends cause what they are doing behind your back could be utter balderdash.! it will only save you from some social stigma, if the well protected truth does come out.!

and finally if u allow us to confess, we would, explaining everything. and then it might not seem so much a sin. u would also know the fun part. its ur take now!
hey but wait, i do not have a boyfriend, so u can chill...........



but no fun for you!
tin din ti din! :)

umm.....?

oh i'm just thinking enough of the overdose of senseless poetry..! its high time "i write" something!