Thursday, May 18, 2017

Who are you?

It is said that we are just a phone call, a news, a natural calamity away from completely changing as a person. I assume this is said to define the frailty of human life.

What about the acts done and the words spoken in one moment that can have a lasting impact on you as a person. What about the cracks that will fill over time but the impact they leave on your dreams, hopes and wishes is huge. We in our naivety make plans to achieve, to have things according to our way, to celebrate this achievement even and then bam! one day something happens that puts a question mark on all your plans up until now! When looked at them, the act may not be as big as losing a loved one, which to me is the lowest low and the biggest fear, but they are of enough significance that you will never overcome them completely. You will survive but the crack will stay always.

What if something results in two step forward and four step backward? What if, right at that particular moment, your loved ones change the meaning of the term loved ones for you.? What if the people who you looked at, if for nothing, just to stand by you, desert you and stand on the opposite end pointing fingers? What do you do then?

You cry, but on the inside. You change beneath the exterior mirage. You realize that your dreams, you hope, your wishes and your existence are of so little value to anyone but you. You could be making plans to give birth to someone or something who/that you love, adore and want to protect all their life. Then you realize that you cant even protect your own self. That little dream then dies within you.

And that brings about another meaning to the term frailty of life.

Life which is no ones but yours. Life which you hold no meaning to, if it is of no meaning to anyone around you.

It begs a question, who are you if you are nothing and no one to anyone around you? 

Sunday, November 27, 2016


With a desire for the vague, I walk along
the strange tune and humming the strange song,
I walk with questions and puzzles,
Trying to find and place a piece at a time,
I quiet the din and the chime.
What's with the desire for vagueness?
Unknown shines bright and intrigues,
I fall for its charm time and again,
Almost like a natural streak.
How would it be to stick to the safe?
Living with fewer questions for sure,
Uncomplicated and unentangled,
And without the nameless lure.
Destiny has its way, they say
Maybe vagueness is guiding
mine, in carving it's way! 

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Never Mind Yaar - Not what the title will have you believe!

Having lived in Mumbai all my life, I have heard a lot about the spirit of Mumbai and Mumbaikars. Mumbai is known to be the city that rarely stays down after being hit. It's back to business the very next day.  The reasons for this are debatable and are matter enough for another blog post. So, when I came across a book up for review with a "Never Mind Yaar" title, I assumed it to be a book focusing on this unfazed attitude of Mumbai. The back cover of the book too stated, going verbatim here, that the title is an attitude. A tendency to feel defeated by the scale and nature of certain problems. Rather than meet them head on, we circumvent them with a sigh and a consoling "Never mind, yaar." Is the title justified and the story live up to it? Read on to find out. 

The Good : Some of the most special memories of our life are made in college. Regardless of the type of student you are, the class nerd or a part of the "Vella" crowd, you will always look back fondly at some of the time spent in college. The highlight of this book is that it brings back those memories. And, anything that brings back fond memories is always beautiful. The carefree days of the youth spent with a very strong belief that the world is our oyster, unaffected by pessimism of any kind. The brushes of first love, the beauty of friendship, the rebelling against family and finding your feet. Everything signifies youth and thus forms such an important part in shaping up or life. The book brings back all this and much more. Focusing on the technical aspects of the book, the language used by the author is rich yet simple. The main characters are detailed and nicely fleshed which makes them relatable

The Bad: The book could do with better editing as the details become excruciating and painful to read in places. These details end up disturbing the pace of the story and making it really slow at times. The story loses track at places and some characters seem misplaced and unnecessary. The story starts out as a story of three friends and their travails. However, eventually the story stays limited to the two main characters, Shali and Bhagu, the other friends Binaifer and Louella are not focused on. This is a sad thing as the characters had a lot of scope, but end up as mere caricatures. The story falls prey to a hugely common phenomenon seen in books today, "Bollywoodism" The drama seems forced at places and the story is something that can easily without changing much, be turned into a movie. A book shouldn't be judged by its cover, but a mention should be made here. The cover of the book isn't something that will make you want to lift the book from a bookshelf at a store. 

My Two Cents: Too many cooks spoil the broth and too many elements ruin a story. It seems like the author has tried to cover everything in this one book and for the most part, been successful. However, the unsuccessful parts are hard to ignore. The book has characters that you can identify with and it does make you nostalgic about the good times, but the story somewhere does become aimless. It has all the elements of a movie. It has friendship, love, family drama and politics. Won't tickle the fantasy of a hard-core literature fan, but it can be read once if you are in the mood to enjoy a light and frothy read. 

Coming to the title, which had me intrigued since the beginning. Sadly, I couldn't find a connection. The characters in the book do not have a "Never mind, Yaar" attitude. On the contrary, the characters do raise their voice, do not get intimated by problems and face them head on. So, right until the end, I couldn't understand the relevance of the title.

My Verdict: You can read it once! 


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Monday, April 25, 2016


Wriggling on earth, 
The caterpillar looks at the sky,
Mother nature's magic meets his eyes, 
He moans in sadness, thinking, to watch it he will never be able to try, 
Mother nature smiles at his innocence and sighs, 
Then one day, the caterpillar notices a transformation, 
It's almost like reincarnation, 
Wings appear and change his wingless style, 
He thought maybe it's the end of his ugly exile, 
Knowing he could now conquer the sky, 
As He had turned into a butterfly, 
His heart soared awaiting the worldly beauty, 
Still unaware that he himself makes the world a little more pretty!

Monday, March 31, 2014

The elusive love...

A glimpse here and a nudge there,
making its presence felt, 
intermittent and rare.
Like the first few drops of rain, 
after a long and dusty summer, 
The sprinkle and respite, 
mixed in their flavours. 
The erect spine of a new book,
the enchanting whiff of its pages, 
Making me believe I have found 
the wisdom and peace of sages.
Moments of bliss and the seek follows,
like a mirage luring your chase.
I can go on with the 
smilies and metaphors thereof, 
Or I could simply call it, 
The elusive love!