His Cursed Blessing.

I wrote this when I was in Class 11. Africa Week in School. Our House was assgined Madagascar as country. Here Goes :

Born in a family of six illiterates,
I am Radama the youngest.
They say this is Eden in disguise,
But the youth seems to argue.

It's due to your fancy, My Lord,
For what Madagascar is today-
Poor, Miserable, Underdeveloped and
Lost somewhere in the quest for modernization.

What Flora is this Lord,
Has to be slashed & burnt for food?
What fauna is this I ask You,
Has to be sold for mere pennies.

I don't want snow-peaked mountains,
But sky-hugging structures.
I don't want birds from paradise,
But wish to fly with the iron vulture.

This is not my voice, My Lord,
It's the solidarity of Our Youth.
We don't crave for a green environment,
But for the greatest development.

I am not ashamed to say this,
But if I were to be born again,
It's my plea to you Lord,
Let it not be this Hellish Paradise.

Who Stole The Ink?

"Through my Lens."

"Here is the best portrait that, later, I was able to make of him."

"Eleven Rotten Eggs."

"A constant unfolding of the Self."

Song : 5 Years Time--Noah and The Whale.

To Gary. Coz I too suck at saying Thank You.

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You know what I wanna do for New Years Eve?


Sit on a Park Bench, Drink Beer and Talk. And just let my heart out. I just want a close friend to sit next to me, and just talk. Talk about how the year was, how I have changed, how they've changed. The mistakes we made, the things we did right. Just talk. Talk about the dead ends we always reach. About how somethings are never settled. About world politics and global warming. Of the fireworks that will follow. Just speak without hesitation.

I wanna dress up like a cartoon. And then stand on the bench with the bottle and announce to the world, the arrival of some great thing that I will come up in that drunken stupor. I wanna then dance a bit to some random cheap number. Just with that companion, in the loneliness of the park.


I wanna then lie down on the bench. Admire the vastness and beauty of the night sky. Probably listen to "The Escapist" or one of those really soft songs. And just gaze. The joy of nothingness, as is said in Italy. And then the music should end. And there should be perfect silence. And at some point, I'll look at my companion and say nothing. Just try and fake smile at them, and hope that somewhere between these emotions, they guess the numbness and sadness of the past and the empty promise of the future. Allow them to see the chasm of my heart. And in that flick, I will get up. And stop the vulnerability.


And then the fog will be a bitch. And it'll be cold. And it would make sense to go home. So on the support of my friend, I will tread home, which will be close by. I will mumble things I wouldn't want to remember. A bunch of I love yous and Thank yous and Sorrys. To all the people I know. Before all this, I'll make sure my phone is switched off, I don't want to be disturbed!


And then I wanna lie in bed. Under the warmth of a heavy blanket. And then I'd think of love. Of perfect companionship. Of someone I'd like to see by my side when my dreams will come true, as they say in soaps. Of true love. And I'll close my eyes and start imagining the perfect kiss. But I'll stop. Because that would end or seal the magic. And I don't want that.


I wanna sleep with a huge hanger in my face. Smiling ear to ear. With no remorse, no regret, no memory, no burden, no joy, no happiness, no unhappiness. Just a smile of contentment. That for the first time it was enough. And that the world didn't want more. And that I didn't want more.


And I'd want my friend to look down at my smiling face and smile. Trying to figure out what I was thinking. Feeling happy that I was happy. And then they can go sleep wherever they want. Next to me, on a different bed. Thats not in the plan.


And I don't wanna wake up.


And if I do, I hope I have the passion to study. Coz truth be told, I would have exams in 3 days.


It's too much to ask. But I am entitled to a new year wish?


To Friendship. Sometimes all you need is a friend.


Ganesh Mehta : Father and Friend--Alain Clark.
Aakriti Sapra : Brielle--Sky Sailing.
Niharika Charla : Can't You See--The Marshall Tucker Band.
Devna Soni : To Build A Home--Cinematic Orchestra.
Ahana Datta : Hear You Me--Jimmy Eat World.
Apurv Sathe : Ud Jayega--Kumar Gandharva.
Sanya Kalani : Na Jaane Kyun--Chhoti Si Baat.
Garima Singal : American Pie--Don McLean.
Ragini Thakur : Que Sera Sera--Dorris Day.

Blog : Don't Say--St. Lola in the Fields. 

Happy New Year.