Monday, 23 June 2014

Rise and Shine.



Moments before the sun rose.
5:15 -
I have been up for over an hour now, just studying. No, I am not that serious about my studies, it’s just I had nothing else to pass time. My relationship with insomnia suffered a rocky patch recently but now we are back together and for real. As I got distracted (very easily) by the inky black sky outside, one thought rushed into my head- I should try to experience the sunrise for once in my life with my eyes actually open and my mind not drugged with sleep. The next thought was my friend Gargi’s voice telling me about this one time she captured the sun rise (or was it sun set?) and I knew I had to do it.

There's something about the way, the street looks when it's just rained, there's a glow of the pavement. -Fearless, Taylor Swift.

The sun's light shines brighter than anything else
5:48 -

Once again as I looked away from by utterly monotonous Chemistry text book, I noticed that the sky had turned a shade lighter and I was terrified that I had missed the sun rise. I took out my camera from where it was charging and dashed upstairs to my terrace. I live one of those buildings which are short enough so that you can still access the rooftop without concerns about safety (like anyone actually falls off a roof by ‘accident’)

Thursday, 19 June 2014

A White Rose in Autumn

A white rose symbolises innocence, and in Scotland, watching a white rose wither away or finding a white rose in Autumn is an omen of death. Also, because it is not just the women who get raped.

The leaves hurried about in a frenzy
Gold, yellow, scarlet colored the pavement.
He walked, his shoulders squared
Footsteps echoing off the lonely road.
The sun rose steadily,
as a solitary bud emerged
He stopped momentarily,
Then fearfully hurried past
He heard howls in the bright day
They were creatures of dark
The flower bloomed and blossomed
Unaware of the evil that lay
They, the beasts, cornered him
There was no escape
Not then, not ever
The white rose swayed in the wind
They sneered, they grabbed, they killed
He begged, he pleaded, he cried
One by one, they plucked apart his petals
Wasted and destroyed, he lay
Lying naked on the stone floor
Blood trickled past him
He saw a flower withering away at last
He saw a white rose in the autumn.

Monday, 26 May 2014

Shh! Don’t say it.

This article is addressed to all but most importantly the parents out there, especially the parents of a thirteen or fourteen year old.

There is a child out there with mere thirteen or at most fourteen years behind him. He isn't very different from your child. He attends school regularly enough, has a small but loyal circle of friends and a happy healthy family. Like your child, he is about to hear the word ‘Sex’ for the first time in hushed whispers during lunch break at school. His friend circle will laugh in varying degrees depending upon their understanding of sex and the sexual innuendo that was passed around as a joke. Your child will stand there laughing nervously but not because he understood the joke; just because everyone else laughed. He may not be the sole one pretending to understand but he doesn't know that. 

He doesn't in fact know a lot of things, but the major one in his mind is sex. And he blames the fact that he doesn't know what sex is. How can he? His parents or any other elderly in his life has never broached the subject. He can't ask his friends for they will tease him mercilessly about it and in all honesty, their information is hardly accurate. Their knowledge is as short lived as their internet history.

Saturday, 1 March 2014

Rush hour.

Let me paint you a picture. A simple one really with an extraordinarily picturesque quality. It was a dream I had, though technically speaking; it can't be a dream. This image crept underneath my eyelids as I loitered in that phase between unconsciousness and reality. Its a simple picture really.

Imagine a waterfall, a huge one and entirely devoid of humanity. Imagine woods, green tall trees and bushes on either side. I was standing at the very edge of the fall. The water gushed past my feet at a tremendous speed, tickling my feet. It was intense. I was looking down at vast height underneath, staring at the water, so blue at my ankles turning a frothy white in a few seconds that it took to reach the ground below. It was pure; I could feel it as I inhaled. Some small splatters of the water sprayed on me. I was so close to falling but I didn't fall. Intense.

Tuesday, 25 February 2014

Sinking Dawn.

Look,
The sky is blushing pink;
A school girl in her fantasies.
What is it about this goodbye,
That the world turns serene?

Breathe.
The air is so pure.
The golden globe may be sinking,
But its final dance is breathtaking.

Feel.
Bask in the glow of this hope,
As it shines red on your skin;
For tomorrow a new dawn arises.

Wednesday, 19 February 2014

Hidden

We are cowards
Words mere walls
Life; a monotony
Eyes dull, heart beat steady.


There are things
And there are things that matter
There's life
And there's life changing events.


Words left unspoken
And ceaseless chatter
You're special
She didn't feel it.


There's a paradise behind it all
And there are tourists who litter
The gates were eternally open
Universe loves irony.


Some words should be felt
Some silence should be heard
But your heart never beats
We are humans.

Thursday, 16 January 2014

More than a mere item.

"Mumbai na delhi waalo ko, pinky hai paise waalo ki."

I woke up today to my dad humming 'Paani Paani' by the infamous 'Yo Yo Honey Singh', a song whose video is basically a bunch of girls in bikini. I have caught myself chiggy wiggy-ing one too many times. I won't deny that I have too, like most people out there danced to tunes of item songs. But just because I have given in to social standards doesn't mean that I approve of these songs. They make my blood boil. Period. 

Songs and music are one of the most influential mediums. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that a bunch of beats thrown together haphazardly by someone who owns a guitar will make more of an impression on the yet mold-able minds. So if songs are going to shape the minds of the current generation and the ones to follow, why hasn't an effort been made to ensure that these songs are good?

I am not a musician, I am writer. So when I talk about good songs, I mean those with lyrics that aren't quite so morally incorrect.