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Saturday, 17 April 2021


 like the turtles' walk

like getting in shape

like a sigh of relief 

like growing up

like slowing down

like your turn

like your turn in the bank queue

like your car's turn at a traffic signal

like your turn in viva

like a snail mail

like the first bud of your plant

like the milk finally coming to a boil

like financial knowledge

like your highest musical note

like finding your favourite candy from a bowl full of them

like your favourite song in the midst of a movie

like the flavour of saffron in your just about perfect kheer

like search results on internet explorer

like the finale announcement on Indian Idol

like your favourite scene in the movie

like waiting for the face mask and nail paint to dry

like your appraisal meet

like listening

like your first byline

like a computer update

like empathy

like love

slow love

like anyone not here for the chase

like slo-mo


Can we embrace time like we have some?

Sunday, 14 June 2015

If you smell like a book..


If you smell like a book..
I will write your preface
And try gauging your essence by the titles of your stories

If you smell like a book...
I will time travel all along with you
At times, travel, too, maybe

If you smell like a book...
I'll flaunt you like an asset
Known far more for its cover

If you smell like a book...
I will keep next to me my dictionary
And undeterred, find out more meanings to you

If you smell like a book...
I will re-read you like my favourite paragraphs
And underline the underlying parts

If you smell like a book...
My bookmarks for you will serve me more than what they are meant for

If you smell like a book...
I will keep you for long so you smell like an old book

And if ever you happen to become my most favourite book,
I shall talk about you nineteen to a dozen and never let go off you..
Only because I don't share things like you


But only if you smell like a book...



Saturday, 14 March 2015

Let's!

Like the couplets we two rhyme

But it’d be so cliché to do so all the time

So here I am, giving it a miss

Let’s be like the chalk-n-cheese, you roar while I, chime…

Saturday, 18 October 2014

Maybe...

Maybe, if we would've hugged, we would've known how fond we are of each other.
And it would be completely alright for you to not know my favourite colour or my type of movie.
It would've been good to know you're one type, my type.

Maybe, if we would've hugged, your comforting arms would have made me realize that it isn't love. Just love. That it is something more; something more precious than love. Something that I would have looked forward to a lot more than I have looked forward for love.

Maybe, we should've hugged...

Saturday, 22 March 2014

#Prelude

“I promise I will never let anything come between us.”
“I trust..."
Before she could complete what she had to say, the baby cried. 
That was just the prelude to his broken promise. 



Monday, 6 January 2014

Dear Life. Yes, Pun Intended.

What do you like or dislike about Mumbai? When posed with the question, my first thought was that phrase which often sums up Mumbai – ‘City of Dreams’. And that’s both what I like and dislike about the city. It fulfils some, it breaks some, and it mends some.
People come here with expectations to rise and make it big; many cannot and leave the city with their morale down… With a low self image; there are others who are left on tenterhooks.

Then again, I’ve seen people fall in love just so that they can make it big. And not falsely in love, okay. Like really in love. And later, they’re shattered. They hold up themselves in front of people, but within them, there are pieces that are waiting to be gathered. And there comes a time when you lose hope and begin with that endless anticipation of something magical that you’re awaiting.

I don’t want to categorize Mumbai as a place of despair; it has given rise to some really big people and there are crimes taking place in other parts of the world, too. My only concern is with the place being hyped as the City of Dreams. People need to be told that this city of dreams only fulfils dreams of a handful from the hordes that come here. Not every dream comes true. You’re still in that spellbinding state of illusion when here. You need to know the right things with the right approach. And I’m not trying to keep astray any kind of experiences. Just not at the cost of losing oneself completely to circumstances.  

Most people who I know are in the wrong profession only because they have no option. That’s alright. My advice, for whatever it’s worth, to them would be ‘Keep Trying’. 70% people are doing things due to lack of options. They’re placed wrongly, just like their counterparts. We need to figure our respective places. And with this, I don’t only mean professionally. Even personally. We’re too scared to be left alone just because that means you’re a loner and want to keep aloof, when that is not what it means. We’re ready to go out with different-random-strange people even when we know it doesn’t work. Why be puppets in the hands of our Id? Suffer, if you want to. All of us do. But for once, let’s do it for things we really love. Let’s not give in for small time joys that you know will lead you nowhere. Let’s invest that energy elsewhere to do something vehemently than slaying it for trivial ones.

Trying your hand here might be chancy. For some, it might be a master stroke, for others, it is an entire shot gone wrong. This phenomenon has stayed since forever and will continue to remain the same as long as we’re not contented with what we have in store for offer.

But then again, these risks are chances for hard willed people to turn events in their favour. To not stagnate at that tight spot is the catch and not catch 22! Do not lose heart. Not every dream is tough to turn into reality. I’ve come across people who have taken baby steps and turned into giants by diligently working towards their goal.

The fact that their dreams make people do things they didn’t know they could do has captivated me on occasions more than one. And that is mainly, I figure, because as someone who is born and brought up in Andheri West, I choose to ignore what the entire city has at hand to offer and leave it best for the outsiders to judge it for themselves.
But the fact that it leaves you optimistic and drives you – whether crazy or sane – it’s certainly worth it all. The city is spirited. And that is only because people and their exuberance mingle in the air to bring about that bubble of dreams. One that may encircle you, and also the one that may burst anytime.  

(PS: Kindly excuse if you find random references here. I’ve used the method of Stream of Consciousness)

Sunday, 5 January 2014

sometimes...

sometimes, not reacting is the best reaction
sometimes, not saying it says it all
sometimes, no revolt is a sign of evolution
sometimes, standing alone is the biggest call
sometimes, it's just a ray of hope that turns into a beam
sometimes, silence is the loudest scream...