Happy Mother’s Day


She finished all her morning chores in ‘God’ mode. All excited for the much awaited outing. One seat was left in the car and two was the crowd. She faked a migraine and send them off; packing snacks and good tidings.


Gully Cricket


The boundary lines were drawn. Field was set. Batsmen padded and keeper gloused. Raring to go were the bowlers and bets were drawn.

And then the rain played all day long; left, right and center, thunder along taking the game asunder.

The Must Gully and Should-mongers


elleluna_shouldmust1Today I came across an essay-turned-book: The Crossroads of Should and Must by Elle Luna. As the title suggests the book elaborates on the Should’s we all conform to, part influenced by the society and part owing to our cowardice, and the Must we ought to choose. I don’t claim to have read the book but will try to force my two-penny opinion onto you.

There is no dearth of advisers in our life. You are surrounded by them every moment of your active life, especially if you are in India. Hell, you even get advised on the direction you should face while shitting. Growing up in such a scenario we cant be blamed for choosing the Should’s most of our life. And to be fair to the conformists that’s a cozy and charming life. And most of all it makes people happy. It gives your near and dear ones a right to brag, of being-one-of-the-million corporate-sucking-arrogant-self-righteous-thumb-twiddling-douche-bag with moolah to buy the latest stuff. Who will leave such a life for a shit-load of must!

Many a conversations I had with friends who hate the Should’s they have been made to take, mind you most from some of the best schools in India, end up in wishful thinking and self-bashing. Its a should they were forced to choose now forcing their actions. Oblivious to it they still think in their self-righteousness I am the master of my decisions. You may ask whats wrong in it, till you are happy. For most it doesn’t matter. But for some, Life in retrospect is as worthy as life in the present. For those it matters you chose your musts in between the shoulds.

And to use the metaphor of a cross-road will be to give the Must more than its due than is given everyday. Its more of a gully – side lane most often shunned as its windy and narrow and slimy. Luna equates must to an inner calling which defines you and pursuit of which will keep you truly happy. As in all true quests its an uncertain, perilous, arduously long one laden with self-doubt, monsters and the like. And the beauty of it is not at the destination, but in the course of it. That makes the journey of Must so special.

Nobody will force you to take that path. Unless you have a guardian angel, they seem to be in short supply these days anyway. But if there is a voice strong enough in your head and a bursting self-confidence then take that gully for a distance. Even if you get lost, the people shouting Should’s are always around the next corner.

Kya Ch*ap tha!


Bhai got convicted! Emotions of surprise, angst, sadness, elation, anger, disbelief, motherly-love, heartbreak and what not ran through the Indian diaspora as in a Karan Johar movie. Twitterati broke its ‘choodiyan’ at the verdict and ranted about how good a person Salman and how he changed fortunes of quite a few damsels in distress.

Indian judiciary is known for delivering and upholding justice at all costs, no matter how slow and tedious the process gets. For a judicial system which took 4 years to hang a terrorist who spewed fire at a crowded train station, 13 years is not a big time in comparison giving verdict in a hit-and-run case. Look at the stakes here. A bunch of homeless people, one of whom happened to get run over, against a movie-star churning 200 Crore movies like no big deal. Lets accept the facts here; the bunch who were run over were forgotten in a weeks time, they getting the justice so deserved was lost in the stories fabricated by the skilled but brain-dead advocates, emotional melodrama of Salman’s kin and speculations on how the homeless fucks will get screwed over by the whole incident. I believe at the high echelons of Indian judicial system are sitting Zen monks with such heightened levels of tolerance that they are impervious to the brain-numbing arguments put forth to divert such a plain-vanilla case.

And then there is the curious case of Indian public. We are the only audience who will go to a movie, tap with the music, laugh at the mindless jokes, fist-pump with the hero and then come out of the theater and say ‘kya chutiyaap tha’. Post the Salman verdict, the discussions turned to whether he deserved such a ‘harsh’ punishment and how he will complete ‘Bajirao mastaan’ from jail. The fact that it took 13 years for justice to be delivered seems of little concern here.

So will this deter future occurrence of similar incidents? Did this set an example? Definitely yes. This should push the prostitutes of judiciary-lawyers to hone their skills and work on their plot crafting skills to better defend their clients. A dummy taking blame and drank-water-at-a-bar arguments are so lame that even Rohit shitty will take a piss at those. For the homeless people, a strong example has been set and they should learn from this. That they count for shit in this country and you better learn to sleep with one eye open, like the whale, if you gotta live. An SUV is always lurking nearby.

Story of my life


‘I like these crumbs stuck on my hand’ ‘That’s how we roll in the dish land’

The murmurs slowly reaching a crescend’o

Slime in their eyes is dime for our pain

She can rinse and wash all she wants, I’m stickin’ on to the ‘grime’

As the clock struck nine she stormed in like the dayan

Tortured in all that lime, cleaned up in no time

~ Story of my life, Pan-San

Lazy Spidey


I shot my imaginary web targeting the book, too lazy to get up from the couch. It ricocheted off the book and knocked my tea mug down. She didn’t buy it. I got up to clean; resolved to work on my aim.