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Yes, I have this uncanny talent to come up with tempting titles that will grab you by your balls and then force feed you some mediocre story or escapade. Yes, I know the title isn’t tempting and no, am not going to surprise you with an excellent story either. So fuck you.

So, this morning I logged on to Facebook, and saw Anurag Kashyap jerking off and cumming all over my timeline. Angry posts to funny ones, from demands to freedom of expression to freedom of creativity, from the right to see everything and the right to show what they want to show (I, once, did suggest this to a girl on Skype but she blocked me) and this Gujju friend has written an open letter starting with ‘Bhen ke l@d#’ to Nihalani who apparently ‘censors’ everything. (Moments when Irony starts molesting itself)

I usually don’t get into social commentary (and no sir, my stupid jokes on social media is not social commentary although it has come to that) but I just wanted to write down my not so poignant thoughts on this outrage against the censor board. First of all, what the Fuck are we outraging about? Are we angry that the censor board asked Anurag Kashyap to edit out things that it thought was offensive and could possibly be a cause of another outrage (I meant the real outrage where buses are burnt and people are injured unlike the social media outrage where we become stray dogs and chase every car that passes just to entertain ourselves) or are we angry that Anurag Kashyap thinks that his freedom to express is being curbed or are we angry that we will not get to see what Anurag wants us to see (and if I am to believe this ex Phantom employee, Anurag likes to see more than he shows) or are we just outraging because that is what everyone else is doing? (And yes, nincompoops trying to push ‘Voice of the People’ philosophy down my throat should know that I don’t believe in the voice of the people but I do believe in #trends #FreeContentForSocialMediaWebsites, #FreePRForBrandsAndPeople and #PublicityStunts so fuck you for that too.)

Let me understand (rather pretend to) this scenario.
A guy spends money, makes a movie and goes to another set of guys, who are authorised by a system, to get it approved. Or even simply put, a guy makes a product for a market and takes it to the body which is responsible and authorised to approve or reject or suggest changes to the product before it hits the market and the criteria is clearly stated in the rule book. I repeat, the Rule Book.

So the body feels that the product is not up to the mark as per the ‘rules’ set by the system to be sent out in the market. So, the guy gets all pissed off and decides to go all donkey dick on the body. What I don’t understand is why is the guy angry at the body instead of being angry at the ‘Rule Book’ or the system.

Anurag has the right to be unhappy (I almost used the word deserves) and cross and should definitely be fuming but that should be directed towards the boring and retarded terms and conditions laid down by the system in place instead of the person or group of people who are doing their job.

Anurag has spent a lot of money to create something interesting and provoking, to sell it and therefore it is his right to fight but he is barking against the wrong tree. What is more funny is that ‘the people’ are angry about Anurag’s rights to express being curtailed even without knowing what his rights, wrong or fantasies are.

He is right when he says that ‘Udta Punjab’ is one of the most honest movies and anybody or any political opposing it is supporting ‘Drugs’. And he further adds that it is his fight and he doesn’t want any ‘AAP or Congress’ to support him. Three things, a) It is a bit of an irony because despite your claim that the movie being an honest one, you are not. Quick reminder, you openly supported use of weed while being part of the movie ‘Bom’ and featured in it as well. Even I think weed is alright but you know what I mean ‘oh honest man’.  b) nobody is opposing ‘Udta Punjab’  but as mentioned above someone authorised to do so has asked him to edit the product. c) By naming political parties and slyly pointing it as a BJP vs You fight, you have just made it all the more political which just shows what your intent is.

Irrelevant but I think some of the Indian porn movies are honest too ~Shakeela Chechi Pranamam~ you know, with the sex in dark to unsatisfied marriages and infidelity (the story line most of the times) but when they go to the certifying body, the sex is cut out and all we see of ample cleavage and hear abundant moans. So anybody deleting those scenes are opposing sex and the basic need of a human being. You know what I mean. No?

But then I do feel that we do have the right to watch what we want to or create what we want as an individuals. I do understand that there is a need for reform because I think the rights and wrongs set by society are irrelevant in the present times. So, if there should be a fight, it has to be against the norms, rules and the don’ts instead of people who are in someway doing what they have been asked to do or are following the rules.

Like a wise man once said, “It is easy to make a noise but it takes a lot of thinking to create music.” But it takes little or no thinking to end something meaningless with an even more meaningless quote.


What is Love?

Posted: December 23, 2014 in Uncategorized

I had known Kaveri amma as a valiant fighter and a strong headed woman. I would often meet her at the old book stall or while I was out for a stroll. She was mostly accompanied by her dog, an old Labrador, who would walk along with her or walk around people who would stop to have a word with Kaveriamma. Kaveri amma was always seen with her dog and I don’t know if that animal had another name but Kaveriamma called it ‘Dog’.  If it loitered away too far or if a child was scared of its friendliness, Kaveri amma would call out to the animal in a stern voice “Dog, No” or with a “Dog, come here.  Now”.

In her early 70s, Kaveri amma would often take an evening stroll in the society park. At times alone and most times with the dog. It was during one of my evening strolls that I saw her sitting alone on the park bench. I walked to her and asked how she was and pointed out that the dog was missing. She asked me to sit by her side, and without answering my trivial questions, she asked me “Jay, you are somebody who can tell me what love is.” I was not sure what that meant but with certain uncertainty I answered “Amma, I am not sure what the answer should be but I am sure love is an excuse to be with or not to be with someone or something”

She patted my back and chuckled as she spoke “Cut the philosophy, tell me what exactly love do to you. What does it feel like to be in love?”

Instead of answering her question, I asked her why she was asking me these questions out of nowhere and then she told me something that is etched in my thoughts for a lifetime.

“Dog died this morning. The pet care centre took him away. I know I have my children but I don’t wish to leave what is left of my memories with my husband. He brought me in here; we lived and loved each other in this apartment. I grew old with him and before he left, he brought the dog. I named the dog Grumpy but he would call it dog and soon, even I started calling it dog. We were retired, old and happy. 5 years ago when he passed away, he left me the dog for company and memories enough to last until I leave this world. And this morning it all changed. I am not sure what love is, I am not hurt because Dog died. People die and so do animals. Today, I am afraid of losing our memories one after the other. Dog was one of them and now when my children ask me to come and live with them, I will lose this house and everything that belongs to our memories”

I looked at her as she spoke, tears brimming in all four eyes. She stood up and I helped her, she spoke as she walked “I was sitting here and was wondering, if love is all about being together or if love is all about spending time and being loved. I might be too old to say this but I think love is all about ensuring you have enough memories of being together. And we connect these memories with words, people, things, emotions and even an animal that was part of that moment”

I nodded in agreement with what she said, as we reached her building. She once again patted on my back and said “Dog was just one of the moments of us being together in my memory. I have lost dog today but I hope the memory survives. And yes, I don’t know what love is. Hope this is it. And if you have a better answer do let me know” and she walked to the lift.


Another Love Story: The Beginning

Posted: December 21, 2014 in Uncategorized

I walked into the empty house knowing there was nothing more that I could have discovered from how I left it; rather we left it. Even the thick wild grass outside the porch and the withered petals of the bougainvillea lined on the sides of the veranda looked the same. I could hear the silence of my unspoken words echoing in my head. It had been more than 2 years. We were in love then or we thought so.

Every story has a beginning and ours had one too.

I had decided to spend a week away from the desk job where I was forced to write ideas, words and forsaken wisdom so that somebody else would sound intelligent. I was happy to be unknown but I always had this wish to write for myself. So walking back home, like most days, I dropped the bag on the sidewalk and sat there. Watching the sea and jaded by the feeling of being nothing against its vastness, I decided to travel to the mountains. All I had to do was call Akash and tell that I needed some time off for I had been working for the last 8 months without a single day away from churning out whatever and whenever he had asked me to. He suggested I travel with some friends but I thought of otherwise. By the time I reached home, everyone from team had called me, including the 3 month old intern who was still a student at NIFT. A solitary trip had turned into a group holiday and everyone was either confused or planning the trip with me as I walked back home.  Of all the people who called, I just knew Shakti. The only friend I made in those cubicles of work and words therefore it was easy for me to tell him the truth. I told everyone that the plan is to travel in the midnight train to Abu Road. I will be boarding the train with regular tickets and then bribe the TC for an overnight journey. I knew it would be a lonely journey, the way I had suggested my plans to them. So I reached Andheri station about 15 minutes before time and sat on the last platform flipping through an old issue of the week. That is when I got a call from the intern, I was about to answer the call when it got disconnected and the next thing I saw was the last thing I wished to see. She was standing right in front of me and looked perfectly ready for the trip. It took me sometime to understand the shit I was in and the only moment when I hoped that more people showed up.

The TC took us through three sleeper class bogies before allotting two seats to us. She was the most excited girl a depressed man could have ever come across. In the darkness of the moving train with total strangers sleeping around me, I realised I was travelling to the place I loved the most with an almost stranger when all I wished to do was travel alone.  Destiny is indeed a bitch. Heartbreak a bigger one.

Away from faces I knew or what they call family; I had grown up in those hills a decade ago in a gurukul surrounded by strangers and stranger stories. Mount Abu was not a new place for me; I had discovered those hills long before the ocean swallowed me. I had slept through the day and that night I stepped out in the cold darkness walking the streets that I had explored and experienced once. As I was leaving my room, she walked out of hers and joined me. I smiled and nodded because all I could do was that. Right across the mist covered polo ground; we found comfort in the warmth of a tiny tea stall. I could the smell the beauty of the tiny earthen pot each time I sipped the hot tea from it and right across me sat a woman who, in that moment, I thought was beautiful. I wasn’t attracted, just found her to be beautiful in that moment; or I felt so because she had the blitheness to accompany a total stranger who didn’t wish her company.


We Willie Winkie

Wee Willie Winkie
Runs through the town
Upstairs and down stairs
In his night gown

Rapping on the windows
Crying through the lock
“Are the children all in bed
Or they stripping on skype and Gtalk?”


There was an old Woman Who lived in a shoe

There was an old Sonia
Who lived in a shoe
She had so many ministers
She didn’t know what to do
She gave them some ministry
Their Scams are now a Mystery
She owned them like a boss
And now we have a nation at loss


Row Row Row your Boat.

Drive drive drive your car
Gently down the potholes
Merrily merrily merrily merrily
Coz the politicians are assholes.


The Itsy Bitsy Spider

The itsy bitsy spider
Climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain
Spider survived but our Roads were washed out.


Teddy Bear Teddy Bear

Teddy Bear Teddy Bear
Turn around
Teddy bear Teddy bear
Touch the ground
Teddy Bear couldn’t coz he was fucking fat.

In Silence

Posted: February 3, 2011 in Uncategorized
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In Silence I stand… That Will Serve Me Right!!! Am too much of a rebel and I Don’t Intend to change for if I do change, I am no more “Me”.

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Posted: May 29, 2010 in Uncategorized

Healing the burnt

Posted: April 28, 2010 in The Things, Uncategorized
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Blurred eyes, all the same here…
Hopes lost, for there were none and never needed one,
You don’t have much left to do,
You played your part well.
You left me in hurt and so the blood you saw.

Sometimes we spoke meaninglessly,
Those were the times you searched for the meaning,
You sought answers that I never gave,
You lost the fights that I never fought,
Love relative to you,
I have another story and so I see love forever.

You thought you left me behind,
Your were so occupied,
You forgot,
Forgot to look back,
Look back in time and the words I spoke.
You just heard yourself,
Coz you thought it was you,
Forgot to see me….

I still walk along you,
Misty eyes yet I see you,
Lost you may seem, so are your thoughts,
Lost you may be but I am along,
Death do us apart but he will fail,
For all the reasons coz we spoke,
We spoke that would echo in eternity…

I haven’t left you so don’t ask me,
Where I am or what I do next..
Coz that scares me.. leaves me drained…
Wait no more for that waiting is for the one you lost
I am there closer to you … all the more you walk..
All the more I need you.. wish you… all the more close

Trust me for once,
I am not mistaken or lost,
I am the god of one for I know what is next
I know I love and love is what I love
Closed eyes you have but you hear me right
You hear me right