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Wait? What!

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I once saw a story so beautifully played. It was a pain to experience but beautiful to see…it started with a joke, a rather witty one. A man asked his love, “how can something you say make me happy and sad at the same time?” she responded by saying “I’ll tell you a story and you will know.”
And thus she recited:
A long time ago in a place far far away There was once a theater troupe Skilled in the arts was that group They looked like tarts  Rainbow colored were their farts
The subject of much envy But also revered
The capabilities of these younglings were many, Sport, speech, fight, love, write, drink and make merry Some mustered crowds, others sent them packing For any need they wouldn’t be lacking
“Ok, Enough with the rhyming, Why don’t you just tell me the story?”
"Okay, so now that we have established that this was the “It” group. There was a girl, because there is always a girl in a story, or rather any story worth hearing. So here goes…"
There was a girl, a young dusk…

Does it matter?

A mindless vessel built for consumption, endlessly pulled this way and that. Hear this, read this, did you see this. What happens next is unbelievable, all built to numb our senses and cater to our inner capitalist.Minimum effort, maximum reward. Bang for the buck. More juice than squeeze. Our world was small but not empty, our world has become large and yet so lonely.

Insta screams, look at me. Facebook goes, share on me. Twitter tweets, fight over me. Tinder stokes flames. And when did sex become as unceremonious as Netflix and chill. A generation of narcissists parading on their own stage. Its all make believe and yet it feels so real.

Its a drug, that keeps us going. We keep getting hit and keep tripping.Everybody thinks life is what we make it. I know its all a farce and somehow i know that I'm the paranoid one for thinking that its all going down the gutter. Its just that for the first time in human history - everyone can have a voice. Its just the wise are full of doubts and…

What we sow?

5 Years On...

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I've been spending way too much time on social media, i think it happens. A voyeuristic window into the amazing life that my friends (and acquaintances, and people whom I've met only once, and random folks who just think its a good idea to send a friend request to anyone, and people who share good meme's) have. Their awesome Roka's, pre-wedding, Mehndi, Tilak, Sangeet, Engagement, Weddings, candid, post wedding, honeymoon shoots. Followed very closely by a variety of mug-shots that masquerade as selfies, I mean to say that i find it quite intriguing to look at your skull from your best angle. Also, I thoroughly enjoy the myriad Hashtags that accompany these shots.

Spending time on social media is also an exercise in slapping my forehead several times - Of Course i want to see what happens next - I'm sure it's shocking, astounding, mind-blowing. I was amazed by somethings that claimed to be alternative facts, it makes me question everything that i have learnt s…

The Moon lake

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14-Oct and touching down at IGI Airport was a bitter landing. Leaving Bangalore was one of the most heart rending decisions that I had to take. More on that some other time.

Touching down, i brought with me the baggage of 4 and a half years and a few bedbugs. There was the usual "bhasad" of getting down and reaching home with the relief on my mother's face the only consolation. For her it was the return of the prodigal son, albeit without the repentance. But it was a false homecoming because Aayush Jain, that purveyor of outrageous ideas - speaker of mad things - overall slightly left of center, had made a huge plan in anticipation of Raghvi's wedding. A road trip of epic proportions and something that i had not yet undertaken. The trip pushed our boundaries till their breaking point, adverse climes, different dynamics but a sense of adventure overrode them all.

Day 0 - 11:45 pm. I reached in significant discomfort of not having slept for close to 36 hours and a ragi…

They are Rockstar's: Yeah, That's them

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How do i put this gently, these guys are a freight train to my bridge. They shake me and wake me. They are like a triple shot of Hatti Kaapi coffee without the milk or sugar (well a little sugar cause they are sweet too).

5 years since i first met these guys, call me Jeet and the girl who loved chai (still does) and they finally came together to say hello to Bangalore. It was a trip of epic proportions and not in the amount of drinking these guys get through, it was epic because they came to have fun and boy did they have it.

Wednesday, auri da came in and all hell broke loose. Now, the thing is that my levels of inertia are pretty high (just ask the people i live with) but auri da came and that was the impetus to some very uncharacteristic work that i put in. From coordinating various meet and greets, to managing accidents (i'm looking at you auri). From epic bike rides to climbing mountains, from grocery shopping to cooking heart-stopping (literally) eggs. I pulled out all the s…

La Decima: Ambiguity in memories

The title is a playful rip off from Real Madrid folklore. 10 years of knowing you, 4 beautiful and 6 in the ether.

Treading down the narrow and congested lanes of my memory I see rooms upon rooms...not unlike a chawl, every room a flash. every flash a story...peering voyeur like into the rooms through the barred windows catching a happy flash here, confronted by an embarrassment there while a small piece of innocence suddenly confronts me in that narrow dark alley like a street urchin, clothed in rags, yet oblivious all the same. That is scary, the images we projected when we first met and at the end when we would've let go of all the pretension to make that moment permanent. Tricky little bugger time is, it slips through your ribs like a stiletto knife.

Taking a cursory and brutal look at our friendships, we have grown apart to the extent that we have no idea who the other is. Everyone has new friends, everyone has a new life and we have learnt to live the new life we have made fo…