-
Contact Us
I agree to the Privacy Policy and Terms of Service.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Unblamed

-
C'mon let's play.  The Blame Game. Where the winner get's a medal, Marked, "The Unblamed". Let's blame, shame, name. Number, outnumber, wit outwit, Protest, mumble, grumble. Dumble. Door. On the floor. Beyond which we've fallen to. As a collective, of individuals. That prefer to Twit, Tweet, To unblame.  A burning desire, at long shot. Oh! Those 2 seconds of fame. Come let's blame, Politicians, bureaucrats, teachers, et al, Monsanto, GM, Muslims, Red-necks, Global warming,  (vile, we're at it), Vegans, Gays. Rapists on streets, Who prey, at day. In abandoned mills, Or picturesque hills. In capitals,  panchayats,  homes, houses, hovels. Street side brothels. Wherever. Whenever. Who pray, at day. Causing furious dismay, On regular display. At candle-light vigils. Of dostoveskian idiots. Sponsored by L'Oreal? (that sports Sonam without her usual shade of ...
Read more

Gin a body, meet a body, comin through the rye...

-
Holden Caulfield is my hero. And Salinger, probably one of the few people I aspire to write like. You may laugh, if you like, but it's true. Since the first time I was caught in the rye, the book has remained one of the strongest influences on the way I think and look at the world. The phonies, that abound round every corner... the desperate need to fit in.... the sheer futility of the scurrying human enterprise..... All came into being the instant I left Holden in that asylum. It's strange, that a book written before my parents were born, can still be so pertinent and relevant today. In fact, in India, it is more timely now than it was when i first read it. Now that the true consumerist holocaust has well and truly invaded our shores. The manic parents - ever pressurizing their kids to "top" everything - reality shows, entrance exams and coaching classes. Fuckin Bollywood - blindly churning trash that wants to make you puke all over the place. The greedy middle clas...
Read more

Ganpati Bappa Moraya

-
Heaven. Sometime yesterday. Indra, the colourful king of all Hindu Gods, looked weary ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indra ). He cast his eyes across the room and saw thousands of Ganesha Idols jostling with each other to get a better place so they could clearly hear what Indra was about to say. With every passing year, each idol was getting increasingly larger and needed more space. (There was already talk of taking down an entire Parel flyover, to ensure that one of the Idols could be even taller in the 002009.) They were all there, everyone of them. The Rajas of Lalbaug, Dagdu Sheth, Kumbhaar Road sat in front row, while the little ones from poor homes were relegated to the far corners, with no darshan to Indra. All knew, that it was an important announcement that Indra was scheduled to make, and had made it a point to attend. For the first time, Indra had relied upon a new computer program call P.A.I.S.A. (Pandal Allocation and Impartiality Simulating Algorithm), to decide which G...
Read more