Thursday, November 20, 2014

The beginning of the end of mind

My thoughts are louder
than your words.
They float about randomly
not letting me
truly listen to you.

These noiseless noises,
are louder than
the whispers of life,
chirps of birds,
or fragrance of flowers.

They make me a
stationary vagabond,
worrying for the future,
hurting from the past,
whisking me away
from where 'I am'.

They suck life
out of life,
and create a pseudo world
much less potent
and lively than life
and then enslave me
in their fiction.

But now I know better
than to believe
in their fleeting illusions.
The mind knows that
its time is up
and is coming back
with a vengeance.

I now chuckle
at mind's struggle
for survival. 

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Shashi Kapoor at Prithvi Theatre

Saw Shashi Kapoor at Prithvi Theatre Mumbai on 16th Nov.

Once called the incorrigible flirt and of course one of the better looking actors of his time was a shadow of himself, sucked in by age, bloated by weight, wheelchair bound, lacking in vitality, senses receding, listening to people whispering appreciation in his ears as if they woke him up from some open-eyed slumber and clicking his snaps as if to entomb him in their memory before his actual end. I took my phone out too to snap him but somehow couldn't; I couldn't make him the relic of an erstwhile glory.

Long live Shashi Kapoor. Keh doon tumhe ya chup rahoon...

Saturday, November 08, 2014

Superman's Day - A mockumentary I co-scripted

I co-scripted the Mockumentary 'A Superman's Day' with Mohammad Lamrad for 48 hour film competition in Dubai 2012. It reached the finals of the competition and Mo Lamrad also received the Best New Actor Award.

The rules of the competition are pretty tight.
We receive the genre and conditions for the movie at the beginning of the weekend and we have to film it within 48 hours. This includes brainstorming, story conceptualizing, scripting, rehearsing, location finalizing, shooting, editing, music and delivering the finished product by the end of the weekend.

We remember driving like crazy to deliver the final CD and doing so just minutes before the deadline.

Enough said: Here is the link:

I did a small part without a word ;-) ... try to spot me if you can.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

How are you?

The question from you
took too long to come
to retain its relevance.

It once had
the power to heal,
raise my spirits
and lighten up my day.
But you walked away
when I was dying to hear
it from you.

Now its power is lost
in the labyrinth of time
and the maze of muddled memory.
It evokes a chuckle
if it evokes
anything at all.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

The fiction of relationship

Most of us accept the sweet poison of relationship because we can't endure chewing the bitter pill of loneliness long enough until it leaves the sweet after taste of solitude - which is the peace and joy of being with yourself.

People don't fall in love so much as they run away from their ghosts of loneliness. They trade each other's loneliness disguised as love but don't say 'I trade you very much' - instead they say 'I love you very much.'

Our society also perpetuates this: the word 'single' is an implicit synonym for 'sadness' and the word 'settled' means 'having a family and job', while 'settled in solitude' is actually a much more natural state.

Wednesday, October 01, 2014

River of Life

A blade of grass
fell in a river
and was set adrift.
It had an ambition
to stop the flow
of the gurgling river.
It turned across,
breathed in deep
and grunted hard,
‘Today I will stop
you at any cost.’

A blade of grass
fell in a river
and was set adrift.
It had an ambition
to merge the river
with the endless sea.
Inspired it was as
it roared, ‘Follow me
you mighty river,
I will not rest
until I get you home.’

The river just flowed,
blissfully ignorant 
of the blades’ existence.

*The poem is based on the wisdom of Shiv Puran as described in the serial 'Devon ke dev Mahadev'.

Thursday, September 04, 2014

The fork along the path

A long time ago, I went for
a walk to nowhere in particular.
In some time, I reached a fork.
One sign said ‘Accept’,
the other said ‘Deny’.
Since curious I was to check out,
I took the path of denial.
Then came another fork
with the same options;
and I repeated my choice.

Then came another, and another
And then many more
I took the same choice again,
and then even more.
First it was fun, this denial thing.
But then the path became darker
with every choice I made.
Every fork got darker,
but my choice
stayed the same.

Soon enough, the signs
were not needed.
I chose the darker
route by instinct.
Thereafter, even the
forks disappeared.
The darkness got darker
and became its own mother.
When it reached its nadir,
I became nocturnal.

I then saw many eyes
of my kind. Feeling at home
in the obscurity of night.
We denied ourselves
for so long that we
forgot who we are.
We rambled about
in the dark, tripping,
hurting, trampling,
cursing and loving it.

I wallowed in the filth
until I loved it no more.
I walked again without
direction or sight;
guided only by inner light.
Tripping, hurting, trampling,
blessing and loving it.
Soon I reached a hazy fork
where one path had
a faint ray of light.