Litmus test

"There was a grief I smoked in silence, like a cigarette only a few poems fell out of the ash I flicked from it." :Amrita pritam The afternoon of october 31,2005, literature sensed the demise of an embodiment that was capturing the intensity of social dilemma, emotions of feminism and precisely the perpetual state of love making since time immemorial. Those days I started nourishing my keen interest in hindi literature through translated works of this lady.  To be more qualitative behind the every craftsmanship that I started edging out with time , behind the reflection that my lines managed out of emotional and relational dictum there lies some inspiration . Writings of Amrita Pritam were not like advises rather a demand redefining the norms and the social structure. Today I erased my house number; gifted the street plate  to the long grown darkness. And identity that defines the road to my street I immersed that to tidal waves. Yet I have an answer to ...

  To eyes so sweet ,straight, lenient; To eyes so seren ,speaking ,decent; To the breeze kissing, the late night sea-shore I feel sometimes... Sometimes truth is not enough  Some people deserve more. To that sweet sweet flower  n' sweet fluttering fly, To that sweet tweetering dove  and sweet blue sky, To this and that and many more I feel sometimes... Sometimes truth is not enough  Some people deserve more. To these cakes ,To these knives To these glittering fence; To these precious smiles and more precious silence; To these candles flickering n' darkness so pure  I feel sometimes... Sometimes truth is not enough  Some people deserve more.  

It was almost 11:00 pm. I was walking since 4:30 pm except some minutes that i spent is bus. Legs were just to surrender.Shoes started scrabbling the pitch black road.Yet the only thing that kept me steering forward and forward was beauty and its maturity in every eyes ,in every dress codes, in makeups ,in styles ,and in body languages varied at large.Eyes that for a moments holds you struck ,penetrating to the core kept me busy and hence steering on and on. Durga puja for Bengal is not just an event of  religious  instincts and sanctum.With  time it seems puja has generated a traditional thread line relationship with every denizen of kolkata .Its way beyond the thematic depiction of slaying of mahisasur by goddess , rather a phenomenal analysis of art and artistry that comes out of an ego clash to compete for the best.Every committee ,every society,every park ,every street prepare to portray the best.Even the most traditional and common pandal they make costs at lea...

Gulzaar saab comes up with a sweet and short lyrics that in turn fetches the title to the yash chopra movie Jab Tak Hai Jaan. . तेरी  आँखों  की  नमकीन  मस्तियाँ (your eyes,mischievieous and saline) तेरी  हंसी  की  बेपरवाह  गुस्ताखियाँ (Your laugh, an airy isolence) तेरी  जुल्फों  की  लहराती  अंगडाइयां (Your hair, waves undone and shine,) नहीं  भूलूंगा  मैं (i will not forget.. your memory rife) जब  तक  है  जान .जब  तक  है  जान . (Until i breathe this life, until i breathe this life) तेरा  हाथ से  हाथ  छोड़ना (Your hand slipping from mine,) तेरा सायों  का  रुख  मोड़ना (Your shadow turning it's gaze,) तेरा  पलट  के  फिर  न  देखना (walking away, without turning into a haze.) नहीं  माफ़   करूँगा  मैं (I will not forgive the memory rife..) जब  तक  है  जान , जब  तक  है ...

Let me start with a minute statistics. The google hits statistic data say that there has been 29 million google hits on the term called sustainability ,which precisely means that multitudes of work are being done on paper for sustainable awareness,multitudes of speeches with no end inference are being made,multitudes of awareness drives are being organised sans any results. Problem is that generation by generation our society has inculcated a habit of tolerance, a habit of getting used to any thing.We are getting more and more occidental,deviating from the divine idea of peace and pursuit of happiness within. Just days back going through one blog I saw one textual photograph . "cigarettes are only sexy in photographs" was inscribed on that.To most of my friends and colleagues I have talked ,the most common conclusion I have derived is that they all tried smoking just being infatuated by the photographic appeal.And this initiation leads to chain reaction in the presence o...

"Its not that a silent lamb can't speak, rather it shouldn't speak." Days before when our prime minister rose to rostrum to mention his connect to "aam aadmi" , for people of my age group it was an event of historical mention.It was like a serendipitous discovery of an extinct specie .It was like a silent lamb breaking the silence of valley.It was like a professor with an explanation ,unnoticed since years.Moreover It was some thing different from the monotonic podium generally marked by Indigenous saree covering Italian flesh. 1. Speech with a difference: Speech was loyal,written in plain text layman's language ,tainted with political protectionism and talking about slashing of economic protectionism in retail sector.It was not like the budget speech by the finance minister (1991). It was like an appeal lined with leniency ,a promise questionable. "My dear brothers and sisters, The UPA government is a government of aam aadmi." In the...