Sunday, October 24, 2010

A verse

I had written this verse about two years ago...and like all my great ideas, it occurred to me at the most unlikeliest of places (no need to mention that), at about three in the morning...


And for the non ahl-e-zubaan, it reads

"but parasti se aakhir hamein kya fa'ida?
gar khuda insaaN hota to aaina hi kaafi tha"

Here's a rough translation:
Of what use to us is idol worship?
Had god been a human, a mirror would have sufficed

Now I have been trying to convert this lone verse into a ghazal...However, like all my ambitious projects, this too has fallen into the trap of lethargy and your everyday procrastination

Oh and since we are on the topic, I have been thinking about keeping a takhallus(pen name)...Any suggestions people?


Monday, October 18, 2010

Sex?

Ok, now that I have your attention (you pervs!) ...As I was sitting on my shit-pot, and contemplating in that zen like state, it occurred to me that inspite of all my liberal pretensions, how my mind and it's imagery was still very andro-centric(this does not imply that I m gay....)...Confused? Let me explain...Suppose someone mentions the word Christian to me, or Punjabi, Hindu, or Muslim...The image that I conjure in my head is always of a christian 'guy', a 'punjabi' guy, or a hindu/muslim guy....It's almost always a 'guy'(with the exception of an egyptian belly dancer.....thank god for that!)...So this got me thinking(surprise!surprise!)....How and when did we as human beings become so male centric....No wonder the world is such a screwed up place...It would have been so much better had the scenario been reversed....Let's say when someone says 'Mexico' to me, instead of picturing a drug dealer, I picture Salma Hayek(hmmm, interesting.....10 second day dreaming break............ok i m back.....)...racial prejudice resolved, and peace is achieved....Now if someone could tell this to Hamas or the Israelis....

p.s.sex is a three letter word...not four....there you go...the title is now justified

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Ajj Raam te babar hasde ne

My first poem in punjabi,

Ajj Raam te babar hasde ne,
ke ai hind de loki kiven vasde ne

pehlan kitaa mulk taqseem,
hun do gaj zameen de peeche,
adaaltan de vich shikanje kasde ne

raam ne akheya babur nu,oye yaara,
mere picche ai kyun paande aina pawaara,
meri paak ayodhya de vich
kaanu ai siyaasi saap daasde ne?

babar pher kainda raam nu,
oye sun mere praava,
kaanu apna sukoon lutana,
aithe hun koi reya na sayana
chal apni khair manaiye,
jedi raah apaan chhad chuke,
oiyo raah pher kyun jaiye?

Ajj Raam te babar hasde ne,
ke ai hind de loki kiven vasde ne

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

random one liner

I like it when girls 'blow' 'things' out of proportion

Monday, August 9, 2010

Dil Dosti etc...

I know this review is a little late, considering the movie released in 2007. Phir bhi, der aaye, durust aaye

Dil Dosti etc...

Set in modern Delhi(Dilli university to be precise), the movie juxtapositions many oddities together. To begin with, the character Sanjay Mishra(Shreyas Talpade), is your quintessential hinterland hero, emotional, with his earthy middle class values, providing a background for his (very ruthless) ambitions. Quite a contrast to this is the aimless Apurv, spectacularly potrayed by Imad Shah...He's cold, aimless, aloof and his mind operates in a space which is distinctly grey, but at the sametime colourful. He exemplifies the new liberal man, who's defining character is his ability to negotiate in that ethical neverland...Although I should add that though Apurv comes across as cold, he never appears calculating or Machiavellian....Sanjay's girlfriend Prerna is what I would call a perfect example of misplaced westernism in the garb of modernity, the kind you encounter most in the metros...Ishita Sharma, who plays Kintu, symbolizing the neo-teens...at the verge of sexual liberation, but still consider it important to cloak their expletives in mish mash of codes(if you remember Juno, and the scene where her friend goes 'Phuket Thailand'...)....

Overall the film potrays precisely the kind of societal changes going on in India...Also worth mentioning is the understated presence of Ghalib and Faiz by virtue of their verses being used at the apt places for love and revolution respectively.An urban elite who are too cocksure about their 'modern' values, a small town guy who holds on to his imagined traditional values, ambitious but often confused by big city people and their elitist habits...And in the end of it all, the intellectually ambiguous Apurv reducing everything to 'Sanjay is dead, and I survived'...So at the end it all boils down to cold facts, and nothing else....

Monday, June 28, 2010

Mornings

"Amit, uth ja...hun.......'Amit!!!!!!!!!"....Probably he was dreaming, but mom's voice sounded particularly shrill at 7 am...He got up, his tshirt sticking to his back due to the sweat...."Saala AC kisne off kiya?", he wondered...Parts of him were particularly stiff in the morning, and so he stood up in a weird posture to avoid detection...Finally, he got up and picked the cup of tea from the tray...'too much milk', he made a mental note...Meanwhile, dad entered the room and dropped the newspaper pile on the bed...it was much like a piece of fresh meat surrounded by a pack of lions, everyone had their favourite piece, or so everyone thought.Sifting through the pile, dad quickly handed him the Urdu newspaper, while his eyes were fixed on the HT City in Dad's hands...He glanced at his share of the carcass...."chhatisgarh mein 35 afraad halaak"..."Damn!,was that Megan Fox in the lingerie", he sighed....Sipping his tea, he quickly glanced over the editorial....then he proceeded towards the last page...Obama, Israel and Iran....He raised his glass to finish what was left of his tea, then got up, entered the toilet and closed the door behind him....A new day had begun.