Saturday, 12 May 2012


A smile more vivacious 

A choice more secured 

A life more content 

A dream more enchanting 

A lover more compassionate 

Did the sight of it all bruise your heart and plaster in green ??

Walking down the path of life 

Did something just make your smile vamoose?

Did something drain out the blood and pump your veins with covetousness screaming hate?

Did something  chew your confidence and lay your morals wafer thin?

Did something  uncover the old wounds and left them forever gleaming?

Did something  drown your dreams and kicked fate to hide under the covers ?

Did something just make your eyes sting with knotted anger ?

Did something  make your mind mock at you and unlearn the lessons taught ?

Did something  border your words with absolute truth?

Did something just turn your tongue into a venomous horned weaver ?

So Did you meet jealousy today??? 

Today did you Scroll your heart and let its existence be known 

Today did you realize that when love is a part of everyday, Jealousy is the first casualty 

So Today did you greet Jealousy with acceptance rather than guilt? 

Wednesday, 4 January 2012


I cannot hide away from you, I cannot shy away from you, I cannot run away from you
You live for me, I live for you, in fact we cannot exist without one another, whether you realize it or not, whether you accept it or not, whether you like it or not!!

I know you people will feel I have taken an eternity to come out with my secret love. Most carelessly spill the beans of their affair but I have somewhat been more cautious albeit my own ignorance. The Fact is, my love took his own sweet time in waking up from his slumber to reveal his bond to me. And what he spoke thereon tore my heart open.

Don’t believe me!

Hear his plea, and decide for yourself!

Presenting, in his own words,



I have spent a lifetime with you.
I have spent sleepless nights, carefully tugged by your side, simply watching you drift into the beautiful world of ‘dreams’,
I have walked through unseen, unheard unknown paths, holding your hands, just to make sure you are in close company, protected ever always.
I have wiped away your tears and filled your heart with promises of a better tomorrow.
At the end of every year, each and every year, you have come to me without fail and I have, as always, listened lovingly, without so much as a mention of myself. It's all been worthwhile, I must say and I have never complaint.

But, this year, I am here to express my grievances, and ask you to help me, help you!

Things I DO NOT like:

1) We meet, mostly, at the very beginning and very end of the year, while for the rest of the months I'm left to play alone in the in suffocating interiors of certain monstrosities; you call iPhone, blackberry and mac. I must confess today, that I am jealous! “They enjoy more attention and love, than me, even though I came in your life much before”

2) You call me names !! HMPH!!
At the start of each year, I'm wrapped in a new dress, kissed on the forehead, and christened as "Dreams to be accomplished" while at the end of each year I’m shooed away, in tatters, and agonizingly rechristened as “Failures to be forgotten”

3) I hate to see you cry- when midway through the year, you realize that you cannot achieve me. Around the same time, I am dispassionately dropped into the pits of oblivion, while you ‘move on’ to the other things in your life. I understand you might genuinely have other priorities at the juncture but I can still see dissatisfaction and melancholy piercing through those once glistening eyes.

Oh but mine is UNCONDITIONAL LOVE,I must say and I only wish you happiness, even if it is without my companionship. So, I implore you to just live for the day, for the minute thereby, entrusting our union to destiny.

Que Sera Sera!
Do not plan to confront me, until I am forced to envelope you!
Planning is venom, I must say my love - which is produced by our hearts, processed by our brains, spread by our veins and finally reinforced on paper by our fingers. Plans do nothing but leave us victimized hence, beware their play!!

And don’t plan our date my love let the universe do it for us!!!
Just Close your eyes tight, beloved, and dream, only of me and I promise to walk by your side, every single moment.

I’LL BE THERE in your gym- helping you drain out those extra calories.
I’LL BE THERE tugging at your elbow, when your fingers trail the contours of that ‘last’ cigarette in the pack.
I’LL BE THERE, hand in hand, working it out, shielding-n-wielding all obstacles,
Just hold on tight and don’t leave my sight!

Yours Gracefully,


PS -Remember-“The best resolutions are those which just hit you like a disbalancing bolt, not those which require extensive planning!”

"For the love of your life, HEAR HIS PLEA!! And you will never go wrong!"

I Hate you Like …… I Love You Love You Love You
This work has been published in The Viewspapaper- an online magazine for youth to view the story ,click here :) :)  
 A Very Happy New Year To All!!


Friday, 30 December 2011


Radha was taking off the red ribbon from her saree when she looked into the mirror to travel back in time…. Sitting on the damp bed struggling to carefully remove the ribbon from her saree Radha was riveted by the shadow of a photo of her husband kept on the bedstand. One look at his cheerful innocent face weakened her heart and filled her eyes with tears.
Her flail fingers ran through the pages of her marriage album. Tantalized by the togetherness and harmony portrayed in the picture. Within seconds her mind was in clusters- piles of abstract memories disjointed the neurotransmitters and suppressed numbness all over again. Passage of a few weeks and then, it is was his 3rd death anniversary and ironically their 8th anniversary of marital bliss.
Amit and Radha had been together since childhood and life was smooth sailing for  both of them. Never had they ever expected that something as tiny as a needle would tear apart their lives rendering them unrepairable forever. Running into the 2nd year of their marriage Amit met a near to death accident while back from work. Two months to recovery and joy had once again bounced back into their lives. They were expecting their 1st child but soon their happiness was curtailed with the discovery that both of them were HIV positive and the unborn child too bore the chances positively.
The couple almost 5 months into the family way was heartbroken to hear the news and asked their parents and extended family for taking the responsibility of the unborn child after their demise. But to their dismay, nobody accepted their plea .Burdened with grief, after living a life of isolation and disgrace for 2 years Amit resorted to committing suicide by jumping from their 7th floor apartment along with their 5 month old son.
Brought up in a society where families teach their children virtues of unconditional love, Radha always considered living in isolation and killing oneself as a cowardly phenomenon. But living with this disease made her realize that surprisingly and strangely in such cases, the cowardice was not on part of the victims but on the part of their families and society they lived in. The victims of this virus once were brave, but like the virus even their own family sucks out all the traces of bravery in them.
The only cure to this social evil is to try and direct ourselves and those around us to fight against this disease and not against the victims of it and work towards giving them a more meaningful, purpose filled and respect filled life.

Like a child who was almost suffocated to death by his mom’s umbilical cord still grows up loving his mother, in the same way a virus in the blood stream of our loved one cannot overpower the relationship we share with them .We just need to see the whole issue in a positive light rather than falling in  vicious pool of rumors the disease is surrounded with.

 This work of mine has been published in THE GAYLAXY MAGAZINE ' an online magazine view the story , click here :) :)

Wednesday, 26 October 2011


Let the darkness of the night bring loneliness no more
Let the crackling sound bring noise no more
Let your soul twirl along with the mystic smoke and the magical laughter
Let your ears be whisked by sound of the captivating chants
Let your eyes witness the scintillating romance
Of the breeze with the glittering lights
Of the stars with the sparkling Delights
For Once let your hearts celebrate DIWALI
With the soothing calmness
The tranquil skies
And a million dreams in the twinkling eyes

PS:-Let's celebrate this festive season not with the beaming sparklers but with a rendezvous of smiles and a tiny gleam of togetherness.

Blink - o - thought wishes it's readers a very Happy Diwali !!! Also apologises for its long disappearance from the blogosphere and promises to be back with some fiery posts soon . So stay tuned !!!

Thursday, 15 September 2011


The movie had me hooked the moment I saw its cover poster .Not because the face staring back at me was belonged to one of the most unconventional celebrities .Not because the metaphoric title made me see a shocking story in a new light but it was the rare scheme of colours and most importantly the picture of the rare yellow boots that took my attention. Being a shoe fanatic, I was drooling at the very sight of them.
Looking at the scheme of colours –black and yellow and especially the shining yellow boots, I expected the movie to have a vivid mix of both bright and dark side of life.
Moving with the story, I completely agreed with the protagonist’s thrive to find her father. In search for love we all have to jump through hoops and pass though colossal hurdles that once seemed unapproachable.
“Love is the reason to remain sane yet the yearning for it is an excuse to be insane in all the spheres of life”
The yearning of having someone to fall back on not only makes you feel restless but also changes the way you  look at life. The things once obvious to you become weird and the weirdest of all the things somehow fall right into the realm of normalcy. Inspite of the incessant efforts you put in your daily chores there still is a frown you that you carry all day because the thought process supercedes all efforts to put up a brave front.
Thus, Optimism changes its definition, subtly, to hope against hope, slowly and silently poisoning your personality.
The assumptions, imaginations and expectations, fail me, leaving behind a cloud of discontentment and shock. My soul is stirred and shaken, at the gush of cruel reality, as also, the same old question.......what’s with the yellow boots!
 Still zapped by the title conundrum and equally outraged at the depicted cruelty, I happened to glance down my feet, at my favourite shoes, and suddenly...... everything fell into place!   :
The journey of the girl on a mission, possessed by her demons, out to seek answers, and to avenge by her 'dirty yellow cunning', makes complete sense now!
“There’s a left shoe and an obviously a The Italian word for left is ‘sinistro ‘, also meaning ‘sinister’ in English! Also, the opposite of right is wrong. So...... SHOES ARE A PERSON’S YIN AND YANG!!   We have both good and evil within us. Nobody is perfect, and we all have shades of grey “And I guess, it’s our dark side which makes our lives all the more interesting and unconventional!!”
“The girl in yellow boots finally gets to the end of the road, where 'the shoes come off' and the heels strike hard, on our hearts, making them tremble to the bitter taste of reality. “
But, sadly, our minds have become so immune to the bad things in life, that it automatically forces us to shut our hearts, ears and eyes, to anything that even hints at darkness, as a blockade, to continue onto our mundane ‘brighter ‘ paths.

Delving into the dark and poisonous side of life may make for interesting cinema, but the thing to ponder over is: does it really make for an interesting life! The answer is perhaps somewhere in the middle- getting caught in the quagmire of negativity i.e. hatred, revenge, indignation, retribution, unforgiveness, etc., should ideally teach one of the potential disasters in harbouring them. It should ideally be a guide as to how life's cards should not be played by oneself, and what changes one HAS to bring about to move FORWARD, because life surely cannot be about external conflicts, but about internal conflicts, and the belief in a much higher purpose, to be harmoniously and benevolently achieved.'

That Girl With Yellow Boots' may be a 'hit' in 'reel' life, but in 'real' life, I could do without it!!.....

Friday, 12 August 2011

LESSONS LEARNT HAND IN HAND with the Green eyed angelic devil

 Brought to the world a month before my fifth birthday, he taught me that gifts not necessarily come with the kinds of wrappings and frills you always wished for but nevertheless they are precious.

PEAS OF A POD- Smiling Together
Perched on my bed, next to me
Kicking his tiny podgy legs in the air
He looked like an angel to my mom
But amidst the halo, I could see two tiny horns
Always ready to irk me.
It may have been through frowns and jealous glances
But nevertheless he gave me COMPANIONSHIP

My barbies, which once looked like fairies,
Now lay beneath the bed with broken limbs
Like damsels in distress, waiting to be rescued by their hero – his Gi-Joes
It may have been through a series of loud cries and a parade of stomping feet,
But nevertheless he taught me ACCEPTANCE

 As years passed and our lives twirled around hand in hand
He blamed me for everything that went wrong
And i did same for my things that went missing
I abused him, I ridiculed him
Yet he stood by my side, when the world seemed to fall apart
It may have been through innumerous   verbal spats
But nevertheless he taught me UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

He always picked up a fight when I was done
I hated him for being the younger one
And He hated me for being treated as the son
Yet he comforted me when I cried
And understood me when nobody else did
It may have been though accuses and blames
But nevertheless he taught me FRIENDSHIP

We fought, we cried, we played, we laughed, we planned, we failed but whatever we did we did it together. And like I say, we are Pods of a Pea stuck together no matter what.


Monday, 4 July 2011


With each passing day, I feel that the world is becoming closer, and it’s contracting too .But its not because Mom spun it in the washing machine but because of the social networking sites which have managed to create a parallel route of life for all of us.  This route unlike the one created by God is much easier to manage, access and interpret. Also it gives you the liberty to decorate it the way you like.
It’s a world of dreams
Where every good thought, word and action is honoured, awarded and followed
It’s a world of goodness, bliss and all those wonderful things
Where there are happy faces everywhere you look
There are suprises on every shore, moor and peak. Cheer waiting around every corner
Oh world! What an amazing joy-ride you are.
And to make you that, begins with me…
But not to forget like the real life, this too has an unpredictable end attached to it and we can do nothing but to move on.  Just to give our memories a flashback let me cite the two major demises in the social networking world.
Orkut which once was the god of web communication for all of us and suddenly it became a haunted house which we refuse to pay a visit. Though, it still stands holding the memories of all our naive attempts of connecting with our old lost friends, our scraps, our photos and not to forget our testimonials.
The second social networking site to follow the league is My Space which was most probably the oldest in the clan. I accept my ineptitude of not being able to give details of this because sadly I was never a part of this space. So its existence never affected me in any way but its sudden demise is one of the major reasons which made me stiffen and think about the aftermaths of a rewinding back to our normal lives minus the social networking sites.

Today, just a slowdown in the internet connection makes you feel as if it’s the longest day in the world. Everything seems to run slow and the world comes crashing down.  You want to say things and talk to people you are connected to but feel like you are stuck in a box. Just a day without updating your status message or commenting on somebody’s wall makes you feel non-existent.
Just imagine about an era where all these will bid adieu. What will happen:-
Our status updates and tweets will become mere diary entries              
Our walls, timelines and not to forget the new streams will be replaced by isolated streets where we’ll keep waiting to come across some old friends and acquaintances
Our friend lists, followers and circles to which we seem so closely related too will resort to a bunch of people, whose existence might never be felt.
Now, I guess I have already sown the seeds of distress in all those who are reading this post. This is enough of a nightmare for me and everybody else. But still we are so obsessed with the vices of the social networking block that it’s discomforting to even think about surviving without it. So I should better stop running my mind and quietly run back to my web world, catch somebody on the chat window and say PING!! And let world PING back at me
PS: Don’t think I’m a dweeb who is miles away from the social networking world. In fact I’m a regular patron of all the networking sites, someone who lives through her updates and her life comes to a standstill when people don’t like it. Just an hour of being without my internet connection and the sudden discovery of a missing fan, one who always commented on my updates, puts my life into disorder and makes me flip flop the existence of the social world.