Saturday, 28 February 2015

IMAGES



So I'd like you all to read this quote that happens to be my favourite one from the show called "Desperate Housewives" (which is a really amazing show by the way, quite in contrast to its cheesy name)



“Cameras are simple tools designed to capture images. Images that tell us more about ourselves than we realize. They remind us of the long journey we’ve taken. The loved ones who traveled alongside of us. Those we lost along the way. And those waiting for us on the road ahead. Yes, cameras are tools designed to capture images. But in truth, they can capture so much more. They can uncover hidden longing of men who should no longer care. They can reveal the extraordinary secrets of the most ordinary marriages. Most amazing of all, cameras can quietly and clearly reveal to us our dreams. Dreams we didn’t even know we had.”


Friday, 30 January 2015

PUZZLED


Him and her.
They were like puzzle pieces,
Two very different shapes,
Both lost in a world of madness.
 
Complete misfits for the world they belonged to.

But look how they fitted together perfectly,
To form their very own masterpiece. 


Saturday, 27 December 2014

CHOICES

I remember one day back in the 6th grade, while exploring the library shacks, I came across the ‘Give Yourself Goosebumps’ series. I had read ‘Goosebumps’ previously, but this series was a tad bit different. Each book had a branching storyline which led to multiple endings. The readers could steer their own path throughout the course of the story. At least two choices were given regarding which page to turn to, depending on what the reader wants the main character to do.  

Let’s say if the protagonist is running away from a monster and there are two escape routes, one through the front door, the other involving a secret staircase.  (Or whatever. Let’s not get into details, it’s all hypothetical). So, we could essentially make the choice about how our story progresses. We were required to take our pick at the split-off point and on the bottom of the page was written something like this:
If you choose the front door, turn to page 48.
If you want to escape through the secret staircase, turn to page 75.

Whenever in school we had our weekly library period, I kept digging for more books in this special series. I loved the freedom it offered to choose our very own ending, vis-a-vis a taut and rigid storyline which we honestly have no option but to accept (either happily or grudgingly).


Yes, I used the word grudgingly. Well that's mainly because, personally, I do tend to get a bit sloppy and mawkish sometimes about certain characters of a novel. For starters, in the Harry Potter series, I felt betrayed to a certain extent by Ms. J. K. Rowling. Why did she have to kill Dobby? I mean, WHY? She could have killed Harry for all I care.
(FYI, I’m not the only one who mourned Dobby’s death. Apparently, there are Facebook pages and quite a few groups regarding the very same thing-https://www.facebook.com/pages/Dear-JK-Rowling-You-Crossed-the-LINE-BY-Killing-Dobby/207189572632967?sk=timeline)


Anyway, let’s come back to my (eccentric) liking for branched storylines. After I was usually done reading the book and reached a particular ending (out of the many possible ones), I always liked to wonder how the story would have turned out if I had made a different choice.  So I often re-read my Goosebumps book from a fresh perspective, by choosing a new path in comparison to the one I had previously selected.


 
Recently it struck me that our lives are just like that. Every once in a while we find ourselves staring at a fork in the road. It could be a crucial, yet highly complicated decision, which might just change the direction of the rudder of our lives.  Or a simple one for that matter. (refer to the picture)
(Pun intended.)


But the moment definitely comes for all of us, sooner or later. Life is all about the choices that we make. It offers us diverging roads (like branching storylines in Goosebumps) and how our life pans out is dependent on the road we choose.



And there might be times when we may want to go back on the choice that we made, that seemed so right at that point of time. After traversing a long stretch down that path, we might want to retrace our steps and instead just choose the other road and start afresh. But unlike the book wherein we need to flip just a couple of pages to get an alternative ending, life does not work that ways. It's much more complex and we cannot go back without causing some irreparable damage back on the way.

 
“The choice you make between hating and forgiving, can become the story of your life.”
- Shantaram, Gregory David Roberts

Sunday, 16 November 2014

APATHY

 As time is passing by,
The world is turning sly.

In our wicked rat-race,
Who knows what we will be left to face?
That is such a disgrace!


We are writhing in pain,
In the thunderous rain,
Taking so much strain,
And pondering, will all the efforts of our ancestors go in vain?

With no one to pay any heed,
What is the current situation’s need?
Have we ever performed a selfless deed?
And we think of ourselves as ‘Driven to succeed’!

Together we shall weep,
The fruits of our deeds we have to reap.
With no time to sleep,
We need to think really deep.


Indifference to our own race is our heinous crime,
Nothing will change, even if we whine.

The situation is grim,
And our tolerance levels have filled up to the brim.

We need to be wise,
So that above the callousness, we can rise.





Friday, 31 October 2014

BROKEN

My article which was published in Yamuna : The Literary Magazine of SRCC.


Shanaya rubbed the Dettol-soaked-cotton onto the wide and gaping freshly bleeding cut near her lips. The cotton turned crimson red. She tore open a band aid and covered her wound with it. Gazing intently in the mirror, staring at her reflection, it dawned on her that it was time she reflected back on her life.

 *  *  *
Shanaya was beautiful: almond-shaped large brown eyes, perfect cheekbones and flawless skin. She could easily make heads turn, back then, at the very least. And this was how Rajeev had chosen her, in the first instant, when their parents had met each other to arrange Rajeev and Shanaya’s marriage. He came off as gentle and caring then, with his trademark broad, shining smile. And it was this smile that had won her over. If only she knew, at that time, what she knew now...
 *  *  *
She couldn’t remember what the fight was all about this time. Maybe he was too drunk. Maybe it was about money, or food, or in-laws, or his joblessness. Maybe, his male ego. It could have been anything. She had lost count.



Her cut was aching really badly. She was bruised all over. As she sat down on the chair to soothe herself, the door opened with a thud, and closed with a bang. A shadow of a limping man came towards her. His bloodshot red eyes and unkempt hair sent shivers down her spine. He reeked of alcohol (or desi tharra, meaning cheap, local liquor, as they call it). It was Rajeev. He was drunk, again. He leapt towards her and reached into her blouse to grab the little money pouch she always kept with herself. As he was robbing the pouch of all the money it had, Shanaya asked him “Where are you going? I need the money to buy some groceries.” 

He grabbed her hair and pulled her ponytail. Shanaya shrieked. He gave her two deafening slaps, and reached for her neck. As she was choking, Rajeev heard his poker-buddy’s call for the next deal of cards in row, which was to commence right in 5 minutes. As Rajeev loosened up his grip on her delicate neck, and went out the door, Shanaya collapsed on the floor with a thud.

As she regained consciousness, she managed to pull herself up and sat back on the sofa. “That bastard, he’ll blow up all the money again. My savings are going down the drain, totally wasted. And we’ll have to sleep with an empty stomach for weeks, thereafter. I feel like lighting him up on fire, this time.” His brutality and repeated rapes had pushed Shanaya to the hilt. She couldn’t bear it anymore. Filing a court case seemed futile, as she was sure that she wouldn’t live long enough to see the judgement arrive. 

Frustrated by her rising helplessness and Rajeev’s brutal torture, she knew that she had only one way to escape the barbaric misery that Rajeev had been inflicting upon her since the first day of their marriage, so that she could finally live in peace. She was going for the kill.

Rajeev came back home, after losing away all the money in gambling, and began shouting for dinner, indifferent to Shanaya’s blue wounds and bleeding cuts. Forget, pain in the eyes. Shanaya had promised her own father to be a loyal and devoted wife, all her life. 

As Rajeev scrounged the kitchen for food, Shanaya tiptoed from the back, grabbed the knife in the vicinity, clutched it tightly and thrust it right into his chest. He started bleeding profusely. Tears welled up in Shanaya’s eyes. She started sobbing, right until she heard Rajeev scream “You bitch. How dare you do this?” Fighting back her tears, she kicked him onto the ground, and pulled back the knife, only to stab him again. And then again. Right till his moans, shouts and crawling stopped. She tried to feel his pulse. Just to make sure that he actually stopped breathing. She wanted him dead.

Death might transform a sociopath like him. Or so she thought. Wiping off her own tears, with her blood-stained palms, she felt numb. But not remorseful. She was not sorry at all. Not this time...

Monday, 29 September 2014

Saif-Kareena — A matter of choice?

One random morning as I flipped through Times Life (a supplement of ToI), I came across this beautifully written article by Vinita Dawra Nangia and somehow it has stayed with me till date. Every young single woman must read this. 

Even successful, beautiful Indian women cannot afford to pick the best men; at best, they do what they can do.
There was something about the Kareena Kapoor-Saif Ali Khan wedding that didn’t ring quite right! Much as I looked for a glow on the bride’s face and pride on the groom’s, all I saw was a ‘let’s just do this’ look! I was disturbed by an elusive, nagging doubt, an unreality to the situation. What was so disturbing? An age gap of 10 years is no big deal, and married men do go for younger, more beautiful women.

But there seemed a desperate edge to the situation, a kind of ‘have-to-will-do!’ A person as spontaneous and fun-loving as Kareena deserved a wedding as blissful and fairytale as Kate Middleton’s, but she seemed to have been caught in a situation! And her ‘Prince Charming’ Saif’s past loomed large at the wedding in the shape of his 19-year-old daughter Sara Khan.

Sara’s presence served to highlight the fact that superstar Kareena was marrying the father of another woman’s children, and the high-profile celebrations seemed much like dancing on a family’s grave. If it had been a quiet wedding like Aamir and Kiran’s, keeping in mind the sensitivities of Saif ’s grown children and his own age, it would have been a different matter; the high-profile event spotlighted issues one would normally shove under the carpet. Saif was revealed as a man who had turned his back on his own family, and Kareena a woman with little choice.

Add to that the fact that never after Raj Kapoor and Nargis has one seen the kind of sizzling chemistry that Kareena shared with former beau Shahid Kapoor; it’s the stuff dreams are made of; a connect that happens once in many lifetimes. Of course, you move on and life moves on, but there are some things that just cannot be replicated.

Let’s face it, a formerly married man with grown children is hardly any single woman’s dream dish. Yes, Saif is rich and belongs to an illustrious family, but he comes with a lot of baggage! And ideally, a successful, beautiful and talented woman like Kareena should have had the pick of the best. However, the question is, if not Saif, then who? Kareena’s choice is a sad comment on choices that lie before every young, successful, beautiful Indian women — she did not have a pick of the best; she made a compromise, and was compensated with status and wealth. In Bollywood movies, the heroine never marries a divorcee, nor does she chase a married man. However, the desperate reality is quite different. It’s certainly not true that the sexiest and most beautiful Indian woman will get the best pick. If she wishes to remain in the reckoning and carry on with her profession, she needs to choose an equally successful man who will let her follow her dreams; this itself narrows down the choice so much as to make it almost impossible. So then you forget the man of your dreams and just do what you need to do — whether it is to settle for second best or break up a home!    

It is now many years since Dream Girl Hema Malini made her desperate choice to marry an already married man with grown children, but we don’t seem to have moved on at all! Sridevi walked into Boney Kapoor’s marriage and went into hibernation herself, only to emerge years later with a grown daughter and a hit that showed us how much we missed her. Another successful iconic woman, Sania Mirza, also had to make her own compromises to get a man. Priyanka Gandhi too could have done much better for herself.    

Comments a single friend, “So, successful, beautiful Indian women are not the epitomes of ideal emancipated womanhood after all. A person like Kareena seems to be as desperate for choices as I am. The pity is she was gutsy enough to go for a non-entity as boyfriend, but for whatever reasons, has ultimately settled for the beaten path.”    

Sunday, 31 August 2014

A LOVE LOST.


Pensive sadness filled the room.
He looked at her, his eyes radiating the glumness that engulfed his heart.
The only woman in the world who filled his heart with joy, back then.


Her enchanting beauty, faded away.
Her infectious laughter, lost in the wheels of time.
The spark in her soul, extinguished.
  

A flower plucked and destroyed.
That's all that remained of her now.