THIS CHRISTMAS!

[ preview: one my closest pals Sreyan Choudhury and his friend Suman composed a song called “This Christmas”. Before I was made to listen to this song, I was a bit cranked up! The first verse resembles that! But the composition just soothed my nerves and their ‘magic’ worked wonders for me! Kudos to MUEYR (that is what I call sreyan and suman as a combo)! Please keep gifting me such lifelines! ]

Wintry wind just wiped away

Bright warmth of my sunny day,

Gifting me the colour gray ---

This very Christmas!

With music born--simple and gay

And chords struck in such a way,

My serenity is back to stay ---

This calm Christmas!

MUEYR played their strings, so subtle

Putting life in moments, brittle,

Giving smile huge and a tear little ---

I love ‘This Christmas’!

‘This Christmas’ is to stay for long

At ups and downs and right with wrong;

To my end, as I trudge along

I’ll live through ‘This Christmas’!



[N.B. these are not the lyrics! these are my feelings that are penned down after listening to it! his composition is an instrumental one! and a marvelous one indeed]

guzaarish : my view!!!

A plea to die, to start with and an unblemished smile in the end--thats guzaarish!! blended with superb cinematography, aditya's freshness, the enormity of the set, the curtains, the stilness, light n shades, the established veterans adding life as supporting cast, just to make me love the most beautiful, most expressive, the most heartfelt thing throughout guzaarish-----the eyes of hrithik & aishwarya!

I don’t know if the thumb goes up r down commercially, to me guzaarish was an experience, a ride to the intricacies of filmmaking and a vivid introduction to the awe that a pair of eyes can generate. The two sexiest things that set ablaze the giant screen were the blue and green eyeballs of Sophia and Ethan!!

Just like the inexplicable satisfaction derived from reading a book or like the undaunted feeling-good after a friend’s hug---the movie instills that very raw calmness in me!! One does not jump out of the theatre after guzaarish, one feels the smoothness of everything around, and one glides!! "Learning to fly" was a book written by ethan (hrithik’s character)--I felt flight after the 150 minute of guzaarish!!!

I agree that it is not just perfect at every scene, but the beauty of the movie lies in its flaws because hrithik and aishwarya do not allow to even noticing any of them! Hrithik’s contemporary moves against the red backdrop, or aishwarya’s panting after she did an impromptu dance or even the small cross that ethan wore in his right ear—all just added up for a treat to watch!

The theatre at which I watched the movie had some sound related issues and the last scene went absolutely mute! But the expressions were not left unfelt or untouched—that’s the magic of direction and acting of all!!!

The last scene was all colours, quite unlike the rest of the movie, signifying the essence of life and the delight of a smile!!!

The movie makes one feel the pain, the happiness, the love, the life, and above all the calmness! The loudness and the extravaganza come from within and yet one finds oneself at peace! I came out of the theatre with a tear round the corner of my eye and more evidently a smile on my face!!! And as ethan says “life is too short---forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love uncontrollably……..”---to which I sing “sau gram zindagi hai, samhal k kharchiye!”

14/11

[preview: just had a sudden get together at my place! Few friends came while few could not! But the whole experience was just splendid! An account of that is what is written.

N.B. the title of the poem justifies the beginning of it!!! ]

“Hickory Dickory Dock

the mouse ran up the clock”

The clock struck 1—

Bespectacled, came in the muscled one!

No sooner had it been 2—

Entered the belle and her beau:

Some minutes that passed the 3.

Saw ‘corporate’s adding to the glee!

The clock showed 4 .

Lunch, gifts, fun and more. ( :D )

Time hurried down to 5

Into chocolate, we took yummy a dive: ( :P )

When it was about to be 6,

Two left after posing for few pics.

Minutes summed up to the 7

Duo departed, “will meet soon, again”. ( :( )

Hands showed way past eight-

Extended, could no longer be his wait !

Enriched by their presence,
I gathered round the essence
of the day,just spent well.
Memories woven, vivid

Unwilling though, it was time to bid

Farewell to those bright faces---
that included

The muscle, the goatee, the bloat and those tresses!!!!

DROPS

[preview: i received a text message from my friend, koustabh dolui! he told me what happened with him this evening. the pain he felt was evident ! In this poem "i" is actually koustabh! i just penned down his sms in my way]

Droplets in the evening, late

I seated under a tree---

Waiting for a ride to home

How boring it could be?

Some bikers parked their wheelers two

Right in front of me;

Black beauties they were flaunting all

Getting wet in drops---carefree!

Just as I got used to it

The vehicles getting drenched,

A pair of eyes popped in front of me

The look got my heart wrenched.

Keen to earn a bread for night

Longingly he looked at me,

“I’d wipe your bike all dry, sir”

Dinner he asked for a fee!

How fettered and helpless I felt within

Actuality drove its teeth in:

With heaviness in heart I choked

“Mine, the bike has never been”.

Shattered was his hope for food,

Drops splattered here and there.

Couldn’t hurt his innocent pride

With some crisp currency, mere.

In rags, he waited for seconds none

Ran searching into dark, unseen---

Stoned I sat there looking out,

Why reality is this very mean?

It was pouring drops, by then.

Just how my soul would cry---

Like his young eyes and my heart inside

Unlike my eyes that kept dry!!!

between the LINES!

[preview: on my way back home from college, one of my friends and i used to walk down a lovely stretch of area. college days are gone. whats left over are memories and the long tram lines that ran over that area. this is an account of my revisit]

There they lay, darned and dusted

Stretching far from where I stood---

Taking bends and turns at places

Lying parallel, just as they should.

Green canopy were over the head

That filtered sunrays bright;

The steel wheels ran on them, harsh

With all their prowess and might!

Pressured, they bore the weight all along,

Complaining not even for a day;

Stretches of land they sang together

Long and strong they lay!

I took a stroll by one of them

Just as we did years ago---

Trying to recollect footprints we’d left

On the sands, just below.

Walking down the tides of time

I saw those marks, four

Said the lines, personified

“Two is here, there must be two more!”

I sighed and said I’m all alone

Trudging along my way

“You two are inseparable, like us

How much weird it sound may.”

Their words evoked disbelief

Staccato was what that came:

Bizarre not only they sounded

I found those totally lame!

“That’s the rock you sat upon,

That’s the field so lush;

Remember how you threw the bottle

After the vodka was drunk in rush?

Walk along with us a few more

To the zebra pitched on the floor:

To the signal where you confessed about her---

Where silence he kept in store.

That’s the bend you rested, tired

His heart beating faster:

‘Fantasy’ you had called somebody,

 Tagging the ‘fact’ to her.

Look! There he hugged you tight in arms

Quite unwilling to release—

How gay you thought that to be

But he let you feel the ease.

He stood there tall and dusky

Wearing a bespectacled smile:

When you felt all had been lost—

His hug gave you the mile!

You sat on that concrete out there

Sipping cups of lemon tea,

Steaming from that brown liquor

He emerges, can’t you just see?”

I turned back and looked upon

Places just pointed by two Line

I clearly saw in sepia tone

Sketched, our friendship shine!

Lips curved upwards, I kept gaping

At the vastness of you

Right from the stone to the signal

You beamed huge,but in a blurred hue!

METEMPSYCHOSIS

What ended with harsh reality last time reincarnates with a dream in its wake!! Dreams ARE important—they lead to thoughts, which in turn develop into action!! And action speaks for you—especially when your individuality gets questioned time and again. As one gets focused to reach one’s goal, one faces several hurdles in the journey-several crossroads, innumerable difficult moments. Continuously fighting the dark forces in the dungeon, one needs to rejuvenate. Being no exception, I need too. Hence “me” comes to being. “Me” resembles my inner self-the power, the frail, and the extremes of my world! Opening up once again just to find my lost identity……through "me"

“haasil kar aisa shikhar

parbat ke bhi nazre uthhhe

aashayeein….”