Can we save them?

Save Money
Save Belongings
Save Water
Save Earth
Protect what you own
Hold what will be flown
Hoard what you have grown

Only if we stop and behold...

What about the ideas that never see life?
What about the dreams that we just let die?
What about the life that we just let pass by?

What about the thoughts that are washed away broken?
What of all those words that are left always unspoken?
What of all those moments that are so easily forgotten?

Is there a way out that we can possibly save them?

Something’s gone missing!

A home is what I miss when I come to a house where I have no one waiting

A voice is what I miss when I come to the walls which speak of nothing

A lending ear is what I miss when I need to think of who can I disturb today

A check on me is what I miss as now there are only duty calls coming my way

Laughter is what I miss too often when I smile away on the funniest of jokes
Compassion is also what I miss now as I don't feel any pain for them as I used to

I left home and came abroad coz I thought I had not lived enough

I saw the seasons change so fast that I have started to feel old enough

All of this doesn't tire me down though

Nothing keeps me from trying I know

I miss the seasons, the laughter and the home

And most of all I miss myself as I am no more

To call out or hear, I’m lying too low

The heart is buried down deep in the snow

All it needs is a hand to dig it out

A breath of life to bring it about

The act of breathing was on so didn’t realize

That haven't really lived n it’s been quite a while

There’s all that should be there and I’m grateful for this

But there’s a thing more to life which I truly miss.

Revelation Series: Time travel- the woes of growing up!

I am here and I shall always be,

I've seen those times and the time has seen me.

Haunted by the ghost of the past,

I wish I could run that fast.

It always catches up with me,

All in vain what I have been here to see.

Change is the constant law in here,

My heart knows no change I fear.

I have been and shall always be here.

The restlessness, the agitation, the complaining, it all made sense now. Everything was changing too fast and it looked like I was losing grip. The world was moving faster each day and everyone else had to run to catch up. I was the only one waiting for some sort of signal. Moving was never my nature it seemed. Even when I was forcing myself to walk ahead, I knew that something always stayed intact. Nothing changed about it.

Meeting my close ones (my family) sort of always takes me back to the old times. Or they just remind me of so much that I forget in my daily run for survival. That’s the usual for all those who are close to their families and have been staying a little away from home to work their ways out into independence and sketching a new life for themselves. But, somehow I find this a little beyond for myself. It’s beyond in the sense of timelessness.

It revealed to me that the reason I felt out of place, most of the times, was that a part of myself was always soaring elsewhere. It was in the past. Somehow I had managed to bring it with me to have made it my present.

I now wonder if that is the case with anyone else. I am sure though, that most of us have this habit of bringing back our past with us or to pull ourselves ahead in the future. In some way or the other, we are indeed, always time travelling.

It also became clearer to me that how I have been so reluctant to growing up. Where the people I knew have discovered and rediscovered themselves, I was still trying endlessly to hold on to a portion of my life so tightly. It’s like fulfilling the promises made to yourself and also the self created ones which you thought were made to you. Mostly, that was done unknowingly.

And now that I know, it’s going to be only tougher. My reluctance to growing up and living a time over and over again has been a journey around the same lane.

Now, I can finally say that I am ready to move on. Well, easier said than done. The hope that the unknown has a scope of its own beauty is meek. Guess it has to learn to grow up with me.

!@#$%&^()

Yes! It was one those awkward moments for me.
No. I didn't slip across in the office nor did my phone ring loudly during the interview.
It was this herculean task assigned to me as a test during an interview. Writing had never been an issue for me. But, I couldn't have thought of the possibility of a topic like- !@#$%&^()

Anyway. 'We must do what we have to do in order to do what we want to do'. So, I went ahead and wrote what I could interpret.

This is the world of symbols!
No doubt, we need them incessantly in today's tech-savvy age. From punctuations to the e mails to the hash tags. The codes and symbols follow us everywhere!

Since the advent of the internet space, there came the  need of a new and an innovative lingo all together, and it all began with the binary!

No context or syntax is complete without these symbols today.We need them and we use them, even when if we are not aware of it.

The $ is constantly impacting our economy. Almost no communication is relevant today if it isn't made through '@' on the web. There is no calculation possible without these symbols and moreover,all the business giants thrive on % & ^.

We need them, we speak them and they pretty much are growing exponentially in our world! :)

Into that heaven of freedom, my father, let my civilization awake.

Are we taught hypocrisy as a religion?

I question.

Why should i not ask when in doubt?

I ask.

Why should i be silent when i should shout?

I demand.

Why can’t i do what i wish to, especially, if i’m not hurting anyone?

I demand.

I dint get the answers. So, now i feel that i’m too old to rebel, pursue, question, and be irrational.

Kuch dhundla hai, kuch bikhra sa

Kuch guzarta sa, par kuch thehra sa

Sab apni kehte- sunte-jataate hain,

Har nazar mein magar kuch chaupaate hain.

Sabko ik dar sa koi sataata hai.

Duniya ka, iss duniya daari ka.

Farz ka, nafarmaani ka, kisi na kisi beyimaani ka.

Itna kuch aapas mein gunthaa sa hai

Ki sab lagta hai uljha uljha sa

Koi kuch kehta, koi kuch batata hai.

Sabke sach ka ek pehnaawa hai.

Kiska sach sachha aur kiska jhootha hai,

Ye hisaab kise lagaana aata hai.

Dheere dheere daayra ghat raha hai

Apna sach khud todta-banaata hai

Ab dhundla pan kuch hua hai kam

Nazar aata hai jabse aankh nahi hai nam

Dur nikal jaaun is daayre se kahin

Jahan apne sach ki pakki ho neev

Na ho aadha jhooth aur na ho sach adhura

Jahan na ho kuch dhundla aur na kuch bikhra

Sametne ki fikar na sataati ho jahan,

Baantne ki niyat basti ho jahan.

Imtiaz Ali wins hearts as a story-teller yet again!

Highway - A destined journey to meet the self!

It’s somewhat rare for our cinema to make movies based totally on the strength of its story. Here’s a movie which was made, released and promoted like any other commercial movie but had a heart and brain both beyond that. The life of ‘Highway’ was its plot. A rich, young girl who gets abducted and as the tag line suggests, “Finds freedom in bondage”.

Veera (Alia) seems to be a lucky girl from a high class, elite family who is soon to get married. Much later, after her kidnapping, she shares that she is a victim of child molestation and is still figuring out the sensibilities of the world around her. Mahavir (Randeep), the leader of her kidnappers, on the other hand has also had a troubled child- hood which brings them close and later, even together.

The most different and the convincing thing about this movie is its ending, (though most of you may disagree), that she ends up sticking to the disregard for the world where she was born and brought up. She refuses to accept the artificiality and ugliness of her old world after she finds the honesty in the outside and so-called unsafe world. She chooses to quit her past and build her future to embrace her new found freedom.

A special mention to the scene where ‘Mahavir’ lets ‘Veera’ try to escape and where she tries to run to an open and barren land. She finds herself beneath an endless land and a shore-less sky. And it’s then when she looks at the twinkling stars and runs back to her kidnappers. This reminded me of the scene from the “Life of Pi”, where Pi imagines a whole lot of beautiful images emerging from the ocean.

Just like Alia Bhatt’s screen presence, it was a pure and honest effort of Imtiaz’s. Randeep spoke much more through his silence and tears this time.

Rehman’s soulful music breathed life in the scenes.

Anil Mehta’s cinematography was simple and calm, and yet moving. It helped us appreciate some parts of our Indian Landscape, yet again.

A serious, heart-touching watch!

Sabab.

Khoj raha hoon ab tak

Mila nahi jo ab tak

Makaam tha jo ek paane ko

Sabab tha ek jo aane ko

Der ho chuki bohut hai,

Sham bhi ab hone ko hai

Kab tak milega ye sab

Ye sabak aur ye sabab

Lagta hai kuch der aur hai

Saare sabak jod ke kitaab ik banaayi thi

Uske har panne ka apna ek usool tha

Usi se lekar aage tak lekha jokha tha

Pakke the usooldaar hum bhi,

Par palat gaya sab jo lekha jokha tha

Makaam reh gaya kuch peeche hai

Aj malaal kuch zada hain

Dheere se har raat kehta hoon

Subah ek naye ayaam se sajda hai

Fir aj raat ik karvat aisi loon

Ki har ayaam naya ek sabab bhi hai

Kal ke uss savere mein kuch bhi

Besabab nahi hai, har saans ka kuch matlab hai.