Wednesday, August 27, 2014

I have a purpose its staring at me everywhere,
while walking down the street
while on the wheels...
in unknown faces..
in pain in sufferings..

I have a meaning..
its intangible..
just there I perceive..
can't put words to describe it
yet it is with me
as faith
as smile of a stranger's face
as someone's assurance..
I exist I believe and it means something ..

and though I won't exist someday..
but it would have meant something to have hanged on here for all those years...
I exist meaningfully
and with a purpose
that is served
each second unaware....

Thursday, June 19, 2014

let’s rise

let’s rise,
become a better version of our self
retain our skin
not change because of a glitch

let’s rise
and grow together
chase our dreams and stars

lets rise
in companionship
shun the traps of expectations
be there for each other
in lows and in highs
rather than causing them

lets rise
in our life and live
what we perceive
our true self to be
believe and achieve
all those impossible dreams
which define us

no change is required
its you, the idea you live
which is most charming
be your own self
distinctly recognizable

lets rise
no unnecessary efforts
to be, what we are not
no pretensions
no burdens
just be, your own true self

lets rise
communicate and learn
rejoice the experiences
not get caught up in hassles

lets rise
solemn and strong
in togetherness

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

a day at a time..

lets cherish the raindrops
and cool breeze
lets walk hand in hand
and relish
there's still time
there always is

its not the end
its the journey
to look at

the choice is always ours
let's create memories
let's add to it
bit by bit
and keep building

lets smile
and walk and laugh
lets add up to the way
there's no end to seek
no destiny
its here and now
in each moment
that its meant to be...

come, lets walk
and lets traverse the miles ahead
come, lets sing songs and crack jokes
merrily continue the journey
whatever may lie uphill

lets see the day
as it comes
and each day
becomes a part of the path
path not yet known or seen
path all ours to create and tread

lets live the beauty of today
lets be in heights and falls
whatever comes our way
laugh it off, in poor jokes
and it will be fine
there's no end to reach

its a continued journey
lets take the different experiences
it brings and live it
one day at a time.....

Sunday, June 15, 2014

dual or duplicities..

a devastating truth, a convenient lie
a coincidence, an insight
few minutes, a lifetime
the regular, abnormal
the normal, the wild

the indifferent truth
the mystery of solitude
the likely blunder
the kind stranger
the abusive kith

the inferior knowledge
the blinding pride
the illiterate, the compassionate being
the celebrated mediocrity
the hated originality
the question of difference
amongst species alike

the regularly irregular
the disciplined machine
the oppressed obedience
the triumphant massacre
the victory of creed

the habit of indecency

the aristocratic democrat
the socialist corporate
the widely known hidden agenda
the published junk
the hidden value of work
the art, measured by cost
the world of duplicates
the society of duplicities

the indifferent world..

a guy in the corner, a girl in the street
the smiling face, the suppressed shriek
the lady walking her dog, lost..
in contemplation, where she went wrong
the drug addict, in yearn for weed
rummaging through home, in search of some dollar green
dying to be alive, dead for life
the lady haggling for few bucks,
the abusive being,
the routine

the regulars, unknown unnoticed
every john n martha
cleaning the streets, nursing the sick
jotting down the accounts
and running the coffee machine
the existing nonexistence

the wide roads and its siren sweet
the lone smile, the eyes bright
the captivated hope, the desperate stride
the emotional upheaval
the pretentious well-being
the unencompassable/uncontainable joy
with fear of unseen

they cannot dance, they cannot sing
can just mimic,
trying to be in control
of what is yet to come
trying to find a cause, a reason
being, oh being – bounded by strings
and with limited eyes….
lost in the multitude of dimension

you watch x, what goes in y and z and time
seems so arbitrary
yet it makes sense after a while
each stride, each meaningful day
each meaningful smile
the assurance one seeks
each empathic nod and hug in need
hope shining bright
the most needed thing

the future, the past
the rent, the fees, the medical bills
the tour, the freedom, the petrichor
the valley, the heights, the untrodden terrain
the lows, the highs, the unexpected twists and tides
the flowers, the breeze, the chirp, the chimes
the poetry in words, the poetic words

the unspoken expressions and similies
the tears of joy, embrace of love
the choking throat, the judging eyes,
the hatred, the snarl
the indifferent world

knoweth it all's...

tell me how to live my life,
tell me what to do thats worthwhile
tell me how to spend money
tell me whats wrong, whats right
tell me why I won't count
tell why will I, not amount to anything
tell me all my flaws and vice
yes please, the knoweth it all's
its thy mercy, that world is alive
tell  me all you want
and yearn to lent out

Friday, May 30, 2014

when it all ends, i’ll look back

when euphoria fades
when dust settles
when i stop being enamored
I will see the things being done

when its past primetime
when its the usual chore
when the tabloids
are full of all half truths
I will see where it goes

when cascade ends
when avalanche starts
when lime-light sucks all in
when I dwell in things past
and look back on the proceedings
I’ll see, what happened

Rest in peace, human rights
rest in your solitary cell
Who’s the breed called activist
its my way or highway, my friends

when soil settles, post stampede
when royal cavalcade of exaggerations end
when things shade towards truth
when the time is apt
and the cards are right
I’ll marvel on existence
and the term called facts

Friday, May 23, 2014

a little at a time

I don't wanna breach mountains in one go
I don't wanna slay the demon
with singular lame wound
I'll walk a little day after day
I won't burn your kingdom and run away
for superhuman I am not

I won't be deterred by monkey's
having the mischief on way
clinging and shunning
as per convenience
I won't be wasted
in indulging with them
with aim set, with head high
I will tread amidst the turmoil
that's what I am told
brings the difference

not giving it all up
on one dark day

I am told if you walk enough
you might reach there some day
but if you give up
there's definitely no other way
here I am, a living martyr
bearing stones and slabs
hopefully the future will see
the struggle it had been
and appreciate that their was someone
strong enough, to try it till the end

I'll tread, these insignificant little steps
I won't paint the moon on glassy surface
as its not a dreamland
there are no fairies
no-one has a wand to rescue the dearth
no-one even knows how low it has sunk
yet they bear it, every single day
thinking its just a day

i can't take on this giant
its not my responsibility
but you
burden is on you
for you have seen
for you have courage
for you have been persistent
no cake walk, is a huge detterent
in this fast age, we need a button
sadly no one has one
not even you
so your end, seems hollow statements
but you won't mind them
i believe

if you will
ofcourse i will understand
for giving up on life
for someone not even aware
is not I would be willing to do
maybe if I gain infinite patience
maybe, some day, if I am strong enough...

you have withstood the test of time
you have shaped dreams,
you have created vision
generated hope in deep darkness
you sir, will be there
till the time permits
i might not join you yet
i am a coward
i don't like being pelted
maybe when i am enlightened enough

but you sir, must walk
little by little
there are few of us
still not blinded
by forged lights
few who know
what is needed

you sir little by little
must walk
the path must be treaded on
destiny might be visible
it might never be reached
but you will instill
the much sought hope
the all powerful hope
but yes, something can be done!!
no matter how deep it may seem
no matter how very challenging
even a person
can be the difference!!

Thursday, April 24, 2014

rise, above the blinded eyes...

hide behind the vocabulary of abuse
hide in snide remarks
lament of a hidden agenda
shout all you can
for once he goes,
there will be no-one
and you will be back
cursing all-mighty
for the state we are in

never before, a person stood tall
amongst all odds
never before i witnessed a hero
you say, Indira was one
who gave us one and only blot
on democracy
you say Rajiv  was
ofcourse the epicenter
of corruptions
yes, i said it
the keyword
which prompted all

no common, shout abuse, be a retard
call all names you can
but where were you all this while
when the country was bleeding
ailing under the so called awesome rulers
or for that matter oppositions
you say Modi wave,
the stable government
ofcourse I would love it
if he would have fielded
deserving candidates
you feel empowered
slapping Kejriwal
sharing funny posts of that
try this with Modi
wait, you can't

haha, funny isn't it
some people are more equal than others
and those who are not
who are amongst us
lets show them, they are no better
than us,
the best way is to be silent
and adjust,
afterall we thrive on jugaad

lets just shout all we can
we are a country of believers
a little too much
of aristocracy, of family names
of rules illogical, wild, insane
so called traditions

we perpetrate humanity
in the name of culture
yes, you, go ahead
elect all the criminals
you can,
and when your constituency
reaches its heights
accept my congratulations
for job well done
for in history of last 60 years
it has never happened
it was too deep shit
to be helped

yes, the concerned considerate beings
may you be blessed
as long as you choose your well
just don't burn my home or my friends
for silly votes of divide and break
else i don't seek any other mess
don't incite my friends, against me
for your power hungry politics
don't eat up our national reserves
built by taxing us, counting on our labour
don't fill up your pockets with shares
and drag development projects to decades
and then get it made with sub-standard products

for when that bridge breaks
its us who pay by our life
we pay, for your greediness
and for being blind in faith
when you create all havoc
none of you die
its us, our friends
the common people
caught in the mess
created by your efforts

Modi, Kejriwal, Nitish, Shivraj
whoever works
do elect them
but criminals
please have zero tolerance
its high time
we think of the nation
each person counts
each constituency deserves the best
one man never rules
at the end, whom you elect
is your leader
have a competent one
refuse to accept less
whoever may take up the shrine
your place too deserves the best
we are a democracy, after all

Friday, April 18, 2014

just dots...

its a series of jots and dots
it can be as well be a blotch
or a fairy in a snow clad peak
it can be the prairies
or the rainbows, the green leaves

its after all just few dots
crammed in clusters
clumsily, filling space ...
we call it a painting
the high sounding art

the blue sea and the orange sky
the feel of wind brushing against the skin
or the scent of love
it can project all

the art, the sculpture, the painting
stand there and relish
the constituents of all
the atoms, the pixels, the dots

Tuesday, April 15, 2014


Depression was how she died, her husband was a jerk. Then why she did not just leave him?
She could have divorced him.

No you don't understand, Divorce is not easy in India. And if you are uneducated woman who cannot earn for yourself, you have nowhere to go. Isn't it the fallacy, you don't teach the girls of this country, as the boys need to be the breadwinner, while she is the one who needs to learn culinary skills and manage home ultimately, which btw doesn't matter, as money rules. So when you marry your uneducated daughter off, basically  you are wielding the power and control of her life to whatever that guy turns out to be.
That's a lot lot power to have, and if that guy turns out to be jerk and they have had few kids already as per the prompt Indian thing to have, for matching the portfolio of "perfect ages and next things to do in life". Then ofcourse the woman is screwed.

Yes I pitied that lady, who died of depression. Common this is 21st century we are talking of. System, its meant to protect people. No matter how large be their number. Its called system for that matter. That's why you are so scared to fall off the system, that half of the time you are stuck somewhere you don't belong, to fit in somehow and tread along. Be depressed but have the meals and mostly die of heart attack, rather than helplessness or long sustained depression.

Yes the loudest shout and voice is often of those who have no idea how it is like on the other end, of being there. There are people out there, living it day in day out, girls being killed -as lets face it, they are too much of a liability. And isn't the whole dictum of this system we live in, is "be an asset, not a liability". So hey why curse the system, it needs class to maintain exquisite things, like liabilities, so let those who can afford it, manage it. Why should everyone toe the line, in the name of law. Oh yes and since we are so supposed to be living as per "Indian tradition", no matter how limited its knowledge is, or even if no-one knows what it means, or no matter what an absolutely illiterate person is the one dictating it, lets face it, "being a girl and getting treated as a human being" is definitely not the part of our traditions.

 If you are a girl, better be obedient, subservient, homely, low-voice, good countenance, submissive being. Depression? for what? Education? why do you need it? Safety? well don't step out, you know guys can earn. Rape? "boys are boys, mistakes ho jaati hain". Remind me which barbaric age we are living in? Oh yes "the imposed  and self asserted notions of being traditional ..oops sorry of following our culture.

Do they even know what culture means. I suppose not, and I am no one to question them. For yes it will be way out of line. You just need to follow instructions and be at home, depression, all your fault. Dowry deaths must be the girls fault, after all - lets face it "uneducated, not earning, eating 4 times meals(which she cooked btw- but doesn't count, its her job, unpaid one ofcourse, else what will she do all day long, its so easy for her, she can sit at home and sip tea while guy has to go out and sweat to earn bread and butter. lucky she.)

Well what was it? yes depression, she died of depression. This is 21st century and it happens. After all "boys are boys, mistakes ho jati hain" but girls should toe the line, be at home, learn to be a good homemaker, sit at home as "safety is in your own hands and maybe is in sitting at home" and if you are fucked up in home, you need to swallow it down lady, as you are having an easy time. Sitting at home, doing nothing, what do you have to do in the world. 

Isn't the system is supposed to provide opportunities and conducive environment. What do I know, when its the end which matters. This end just happens to be of discrimination, dominance and depression. Lets face it, girls are just too dumb, bearing and putting up with this, till this date. Ya ask me that question. 

3 kids, all girls. They were married off. Job done. Thank god, timely done. She lived till the week before the last one was to get married, hanged on all depressed. Couldn't manage the last week, died. Well maybe its not that bad, as the marriage is still on, as people pool in dowry, just in case, guy has 2nd thoughts.He deserves a price for keeping that liability for lifetime.  Lets just pray that this story doesn't become her story, a story of depression. As what else can we do, all is in god's own hands. We have grown too savage for humans and too blind to see the truth, as we are summoned and rightly living the cultured life, where only half the race is human, rest is born to be slave.

History repeats itself, I heard. I thought of all those manu's out there writing books on the disease womenfolk is. What good she is but to nurture few kids, who again will mistreat and continue this legacy. Indian women should toe the line, not follow the common sense, as ofcourse its against our culture to be humane. But guess what, it was not a history after-all. Its here, right here, in minds of few men? Can it even exist if someone has a tidbit of mind or sense. Well what do I know, I am of that stupid race, yes women, the silly stupid disgrace.

Oh I am just talking of the village folk, people. Don't take it personally. I see the lady laborers, carrying load after loads of bricks on head. But they would be paid less, way lesser, as they are silly woman, worth for nothing. I see my friends, just outcasted in decision making, as what will they know, its the men running the country, you are not to have a word. Yes, here I said it 'liability, incompetent' . 500 Years of passing legacy of illiteracy and dominance. We need to follow it to dying breath else be justly hanged/killed for being uncultured. Anything is justified for the glorious image we perceive we represent. Oh sorry by we, I ofcourse mean- the asset, the humans, the truly deserving beings, the masters.

We hear all these glorious tales of victory and of race. We see the might of words, we see the larger than life figures in drama, taking over the whole world, or saving the dying humanity. Guess real world is not that fake. No-one is going to save you. If you are uneducated, jobless, woman, you are destined for the confines of walls and even there if it doesn't turns out well. Well feel free to die and land in hell, as woman where else do you aspire to land up in. You useless liability. Its just a choice which hell would you like to land in.

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Travel resources..


Friday, March 21, 2014

who can tell

whats more imp
the poetry you wrote
the code that ran
the smile contagious
the flower's fragrance
the chirp of  brids
the murmur of cascade
the lair of forest
song of the rain
one can never tell

new day, past shadows..

there u stand
with shadows fraught
the glimpses of past
drowning with the setting sun
as the birds chirp
flying away to nest
reiterating, a new day
is soon to start...........

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Bheja Fry

i am so much into me
all the time chattering
of things i am concerned with
but not today,
today would be your day
so tel-me
what's going on with u?
you know what you need
a good makeover!!
remember when I got one, last time
it was so amazing
people kept asking me zillion questions
broke all monotony for long

maybe i should also get a new hairstyle,
or new shades or something
whats this fragrance?
wow, its mine, which perfume i wore, i wonder
not today, maybe last time i wore it
its really nice
if everyone smelled nice
it would be so good

anyways you know, i was watching this episode
and everyone was so damn funny in it!!
made me laugh for hours
but now i feel so low
why i am bothering u with it?
do u think i need to be little silent
i talk so much!!
well see again...
its again all of me
no, won't let it happen this time
smartyy, how do you shrug away
but today is your day!!

so you need to tell me things
like what are you upto these days?
what is right/not right
common, you can share with me
i won't tell anyone
i am a good secret keeper
you  know- so many people told me so many things
and best part is - I forgot all those secrets :)
only when they remind me, i recollect
how awesome is that!!

lemme guess- you want to go for an outing?
don't you? haha- see got you
well its a generic thing
all want to get out of whatever
they are doing
but its never a solution, is it?
sometimes I wonder
why so much complexity
in such a short life
what if we could have been like monkeys
going on a rampage to eat
and else just hanging here and there
running, following, roaming around
what's the use of science, studies, work
life is so compartmentalized
you keep on doing something
just to hang on
to pass another day

kill your aspirations and desires
hopes and dreams - to guarantee a secure future
and what is this security, we are chasing?
there is no security in the world
no matter what you do
things will get messed up
why not live it the way you want
but then its so difficult
or atleast it seems like that

often I find myself so confused
what to do, what not to do
and then I want to ditch it all
and run away, live like a gypsy
if only i was a guy, i could have
just left it all...
but then even they are not so free
isn't it?
there are bad people, mafia and dons
they can hurt any normal person

uhh we all seek aloofness
yet we cannot have it, as then your 
existence is endangered
so much is wrong in this world
that i dunno
how it can ever be helped

anyways i am not feeling good
why did i started on this
no heavy stuff please
lets just talk of something vain
have you seen heard funny joke lately?
tv series, movie, novel?
i just want to laugh
forget everything
maybe throw pebbles in the lake
and watch it for hours on
you must be bored to death no
then why don't you say anything
today i said, I'll just listen
but you, are you
you just want people to entertain you
not gonna happen
today is your day!!!

PS- Some people are just impossible, aren't they :P
Disclaimer- inspired by 1 random event and its purely fictional, it has nothing to do with any person or
real happening.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014


I don wanna miss on chaos and be a monk
for its what we have nothing of, we keep on chasing
I don wanna leave science behind
it will be like breaking up with grandiose
I don wanna be stranger to art-forms
it will be like willingly shunning the enlightenment
the grass on other side attracts us the most, occupies our mind
peace is then too hard to find
I am told, at the end, we need to choose one
one role to play, one path to tread life-long
we are not supposed to wander
run around the bushes, here and there
for we have a purpose to achieve magnificence
as if, anyone ever attained that
but nevertheless, you make and stick to the plan
don't become sour grapes amidst the green farm
but then being such a crazy being
even if I sit for a while, succumbing to dictated norms
it won't be long,that I am gone
in the mountains and melodious beats
what worst but death can I meet
but it is not worst, it is a fact for all
So I sit and laugh, fancy stupid things
keep your coveted job, praises and lords
keep your luxuries, fashion and trends
lemme just sit and wither away
counting the stars, painting its reflection on sand
oh I am such a nuisance, moron
maybe I'll try being someone else
hide behind the curtain of pretensions
show-off vague arrogance, high-handedness
live in denial for basic questions
yeah that's what it is, so be it
the trials and tribulations of humans
before the great salvation
But no, I'm not gonna choose when no need
aimless traveller is what I will be
see it sounds nice already
a pretending, awesome being
I'll make my huts and woods
carve its beautiful walls
make a flute and play it day long
eat the herbs, dine in the wilderness
smile with the flowers and chant with the birds
thee complex human existence,
adieu, time for farewell

Friday, February 7, 2014

lost or found..

I am so lost
that can’t find myself
something strange
keeps turning in me
is it for good I ask?
but then, never answer
for again, I am lost
hours, minutes, seconds
dunno what it was
the stillness or the incessant waves
or a trance
or when i was back again
never knew,
what was it that I thought
so lost, so lost
yet again, for better, for worse
incessant smile, caught my eye
what was it, again?
maybe it was reflection
for it was just a mirror
real world or virtual
the difference keeps fading
just the moments seem gone
don’t ask where
its beautiful out there
the world of calm
no running, no worries
joy that permeates expressions
existence, so complete in itself..

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

The Turn of the Screw..

Its kids after all, reading too much into their words, trying to see a reality, which only she could see, through words of innocent kids. Yet the house maid, tells her all the names with the details she gives of the ghosts and gives a story which can never be verified, who will account for that. Yet her utterances towards the end, to the kids sound too heavy and kids response is to the literal question than the intended meaning she deciphers
and is trying to portray ""While you," I concurred, "caught your death in the night air!" " seems too much of drama on only 1 person's account.
Its interesting why would kids arrange amongst themselves to assure the governess that "he was BAD"!. Innocence? but still ..had they seen the fear in her that made her sit at night and weave stories around ghostly stories. If they had, why were they so silent about it? Who told them to be non-expressive about the ghosts, if they were talking to them, as the natural reaction of kids is to talk and actions..jumping, running , dancing. Which these kids strangely are shown never to indulge in...
"then I caught the suppressed intellectual creak with which she conscientiously turned to take from me a view of the back of the tapestry. I had made her a receptacle of lurid things, but there was an odd recognition of my superiority—my accomplishments and my function—in her patience under my pain. She offered her mind to my disclosures as, had I wished to mix a witch's broth and proposed it with assurance, she would have held out a large clean saucepan. This had become thoroughly her attitude by the time that, in my recital of the events of the night, I reached the point of what Miles had said to me when, after seeing him, at such a monstrous hour, almost on the very spot where he happened now to be, I had gone down to bring him in; choosing then, at the window, with a concentrated need of not alarming the house, rather that method than a signal more resonant. I had left her meanwhile in little doubt of my small hope of representing with success even to her actual sympathy my sense of the real splendor of the little inspiration with which, after I had got him into the house, the boy met my final articulate challenge."

Interestingly she reflects at one point on the believability of Mrs Grose, that if she had said any lame thing at that point of time, she would have believed in it and would have justified..something on these lines" Maybe it is to answer and undo reader's own doubt about how Mrs Grose believes in everything told, without even trying for once to find out the truth on her own, or maybe without casting a single doubt on sanity of the governess :D

"And if I am myself, you mean? That's charming news to be sent him by a governess whose prime undertaking was to give him no worry."

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Sleepless in Mumbai

No fancy stories here..its literally sleepless in Mumbai!!! Oh yes, and for no reason..

"In a land far far away..." this is how I would like every story to begin and maybe "they lived happily ever after...." or "everything fell into place..." is how it would end..but alas..stories are all woven, played, inspired and portrayed by the way more mightier reality than imaginary fiction, and we get to see it in so many forms around us each day. The times when might defeats logic and makes people do something, which any sane person will never think of twice before rejecting. The times when most unexpected thing happens, defying every single occurrence/probability you can contrive and think of under the circumstances, when situations turn unknowingly while you are fretting away in a nook. You get the idea..the possibilities are endless here...

I forgot what the whole purpose was, or was there any. These interruptions unasked, disrupt the thought process. From thought process I am reminded, I have been struggling with this problem of short term memory loss, as I put it. Well I loose the words midway while trying to write them word by word.
So is there any way to remember what you heard and put it down diligently without loosing the later half while you finish the first.
Though I am sure I might suffer from dementia in later future, but this timing doesn't suits well. Struggling with thoughts would be understandable but
thought itself vaporises in the pain to write the exact sequence u heard..Maybe I'll just start understanding the thoughts and give them words on my own.
Easiest solution, see...

All are unique, in their own cute little way. They want certain things and they can't stand some. Its in crisis situations when you can't even have few seconds
to think what exactly you need/want/think - that instinct whatever you do, is the real you, my friend. I would have believed these high flown words, if
directed at me, in some form, preferably written (you see visually reading something, is always you visualize it in an imaginary plane).
Anyways ya what was I saying, yes that I would have believed in it, just that, I tend to screw up at those precise junctures, in a manner I can never imagine.
Now I would not call that my true self, I just call it, I tend to be very pathetic at high pressure situations and impromptu decisions..its more like
a thinking cow..churning the thoughts over and over again..don't ask me "yes/no" questions and what I think - the moment you are done bombarding me with some unprecedented knowledge or information. Give me time to process it, to think of what it means in my world and how would I understand it. Then maybe I will tell what I think, a response thats in consonance with real me. Else what comes out is sheer blabbering.

Anyways no one gives a damn to anyone else. So why am I blabbering again, Oh yes..lot of time and sleep deprived qualify as utmost two options to me- at present. Since I am not inclined to sleep until absolutely necessary and deprived of any high thinking intellectual topic- blabbering comes naturally or shall we say preternaturally.

This must be absurd yet post modernist when read later.. throw in words here and there...and bingo, its an art-form!!

Arbit max
no regrets will do
only steps n actions
towards what u believe in then
no regrets
no repentance
nothing but the current work
no doubts, no inertia
only moments and the momentum at that instant
only positive affirmations n continuous steps
no slagging no overdose
just optimal code...

Monday, January 13, 2014

Jane Austen: Pride and Prejudice

So now I am reading this novel set in Victorian era, with all the flowery language and varied pursuits people entertained themselves with at that time, with all the class, finesse, demeanor, conduct and fine gallantry and distinctions of class and country people; that were believed in with so much pomp and pompous. With all its construed designs to attain the means such as marriage, which being the only objective of women in general, as seems from reading these novels.. I am amused, engaged and entertained by the dialogues, by the exchanges and by watching it unfold before by eyes, by looking at what was absolutely revolutionary at that time, and was so futuristic in its intellect that today to appreciate it won't need a reformer. Yes I am speaking of the characters Jane and Elizabeth. At 1st glance Jane is the darling of the masses, though I hate comparisons b/w characters in reel or in real, but this text asks for it or portrays it to a great extent, so going with it. 

Elizabeth, the pretty much average, not meant to be heroine, yet the central character of the novel; embodies what all modern day women have tried to become. She has her opinions, her intellect, her judgement and respect, while Jane is by all standards, the ideal heroine, blessed with beauty, intellect and affirming and pleasing nature, yet its Elizabeth who becomes a favorite, even while you reach a few pages into the novel.

Her struggles, her indifference seems to be so real, in a setting which seems so artificial- to have ever existed, but which infact did exist and infact is exact nature of the society from which our's evolved. Not that I don't like the countryside, the horses, the letter writing, the piano playing and ballroom dance depictions or grandiose of home's and the conversations of characters for that matter, ofcourse I love them, yet it seems a world far apart from your experiences. Within that setting here is a girl, whom you would relate to, most infact would vouch for, against the text and the writer-if need be, live and experience the novel in her shoes and get amazed at how can others not see it. And also at writer at how could she see it :)

Also like the kind of conversations and insight people are shown to have in these novels.
Enjoying it so far..lets see what it has in store..  


Finished it some 3 days back..thought will add the final thoughts..well the novel started out fairly well, when I wrote the above part..but in the end it was like a fairy tale ending..nothing out of the ordinary.a great tragedy and the "damsel in distress" and here comes the hero (except the white horse- too bad, it would have been lively then)  and makes everything fall in place. Even the potential great villain is made to toe the line or rather is projected in a good light.

Well since its a classic nothing much should be expected, but somehow I felt a disconnect with the length of the story telling with the events happening. Too much of what Elizabeth thought and how Jane reacted and how hysterical/senseless Mrs Bennet was, and Mr Darcy finally did away with pride and Elizabeth repented endlessly on her previous conduct based on prejudices.

The moral? - Well Pride and prejudice should be done away with. Ok, but it takes time to do that right. Isn't it what happened here? But never mind.. its a story with a ending like a Victorian story. Let modernist weave unfinished gloomy stories which do not fall in place and not everything is helped and taken care of in the end. But this one got its closure, a happy happy ending for all. AN ending at last!!

Saturday, January 11, 2014

it is what you put into it...

who said its gonna be an easy ride
who said you are living a fairy tale
its absurd, meaningless
but watch closely
you can collect the beauty
the precious shells
that often get unnoticed
in the impatience of indifference

who said you are the master of the world
who said living a dream is easy
its easy to maintain the calm mind
its heaven to improvise yourself
but constancy is a trap
which sounds so soothing
assurance of food till we die
assurance of shelter to protect from all climate
assurance of money buying happiness and health
and the trap continues unabated

who said someone has to be wrong, if ur right
who said there is only one choice
its all a myth, self-propagated
its everything you ever make it to be

be scared of the devil and the devil shows
be indebted to the gratitude and it is showered like heaven
every now and then, asked and unasked
i wonder is it really that beyond imaginations
but you see, its all what you put into it..
its all how you perceive..