Sunday, 3 May 2015

Bachpan

Paanch baje khelne bulaya tha
cycle ki utri chain le ke aya tha
do rupaye ki plastic ki ball ne
aaj Bachpan yaad karaya tha

Kaala maanjha bada mehenga tha
saddi se pench ladaya tha
panni wali kati patang lootne
mannu ne daudaaya tha
sportstar se Allen Donald ka photo kaat ke
deewar pe lagaya tha
bhai ki purani champak ne
aaj Bachpan yaad karaya tha

Trump cards se thodi yaari thi
book cricket ki beemari thi
boomer ke tattoos ne
mummy se pitwaya tha
crayons aur geometry box ka stencil
waqt ne humse churaya tha
Toote huye He-man aur G.I.Joe ne
aaj Bachpan yaad karaya tha

roll number 28 ne
school ko romantic picture banaya tha
diwali mele mein uske block ka
saari shaam chakkar lagaya tha
hath se sala fisla aisa
pakad mein na aaya tha
do rupaye ki plastic ki ball ne
aaj Bachpan yaad karaya tha.

Friday, 27 March 2015

Glow Sticker


“Danny! Downstairs in 2 minutes! Come out of your room! You've been in there all day now. Don’t test my patience! Downstairs. Now!”

*Music in the background, coming from Danny’s room*

‘Mother, do you think they’ll drop the bomb?’

*sound of a young boy humming and mumbling*

‘Mother, should I run for president?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
…is it just a waste of time?’


May 17th, 2005:

Danny’s getting older now. He’s 15 already. He feels he looks odd for a teenager, but he looks just fine. A little leaner than usual, he’s quite tall for his age. His wavy curls have started to fall below his eyebrow now, longer than ever. He likes it, says it’s cool. A couple of acne spots around his cheekbones have nail marks around them. Well he likes to play, little Danny.

A pointy nose, the gene that runs in his family, is scrunched a little. A perpetual squint while he does that. Oh Danny boy! What have you got this time? Is it another glow sticker?

Ol’ Danny has a passion. Glow Stickers. All over his walls inside his room, all over the ceiling, all over the doors, the wardrobes, the desk and the cabinets, it’s quite a show at night. He likes to have an ambience around him. Fireflies, Lights, Flames, Glow.
He has a passion; he wants to light up the whole world one day. The darkness, the gloom, the melancholy, all gone. But his mother doesn't like it. She wants him to study. Such lowly creatures, some beings, he says. Will always be stuck in their good ol’ ricket-o-rackets and their merry-go-rounds they call chores and life. Pity! So much pain all around, how do they ignore that? So much sadness. Somebody needs to step up and change everything. Make it a better place. Initiate.

Danny boy is right you know! Someone needs to step up. Someday, someone will create a light so bright it’ll blow everyone away. Someday.

Just like this morning, he found some leftover bleach, ether and motor oil behind the garage door.
“Were they really planning to throw this stuff away? You’re kidding me right? Gold!”
Danny boy likes to collect and experiment. He is quite a show when he works. Little scientist, his friends call him. Or imaginary friends as others say. How does it matter, Danny has a mighty company who adores him and loves him for who he is. So what if they are invisible to the world? They are beautiful human beings, pity the world will never get to know them.


The little scientist has been in his room all day, experimenting and working on his Big Glow Sticker. His friends have been in there with him, cheering him on. He’s a hardworking lad, our Danny boy. He gets a little irritated by his mother’s shrieking voice every now and then though.

“It’s a big day, Ma. Shut the hell up!”

Indeed a big day. A bright future is coming. No darkness. No gloom. No melancholy. Everything will be beautiful. Just like the universe. Vacuum. Infinity.


May 17th, 2005:

“Danny! Downstairs in 2 minutes! Come out of your room! You've been in there all day now. Don’t test my patience! Downstairs. Now!”

*Music in the background, coming from Danny’s room*

‘Mother, do you think they’ll drop the bomb?’

*sound of a young boy humming and mumbling*

‘Mother, should I run for president?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
…is it just a waste of time?’


* MASSIVE EXPLOSION*

You did it, Danny boy. It’s all quiet now. So much peace. Nobody’s gloomy now. Everyone has achieved eternal peace. Just like the universe. The Big Bang. Vacuum. Infinity.

The big glow sticker is flaming.

Thursday, 3 October 2013

Chasing Cars - Episode 3

It was time to leave.

He looked around to find the house keys but couldn't locate them. He swore under his breath. Keys had always been his problem. Since he had his first bicycle lock keys till date, even with the most sincere effort to put them in the right place, he always managed to misplace them somehow.
And just when he was getting a little impatient, he spotted the sword of Elendil key-ring right below the day-old newspaper.

Locked.
Left.
Drove.
Reached.
Walked.
Sat.

And as if jolting out of a dream, he found himself sitting on a bench behind the office buildings in this huge Technology Park. He had no memory of driving here, or leaving from his place, or how he ended up sitting on this particular bench beside this little cigarette shop. He couldn't believe what was wrong with him. Perhaps he needed to sleep more. Insomnia was playing tricks on him.

He was lighting up his cigarette when Alisha appeared out of the huge glass exit door on the other end of the building. He was glad to see her. She was one of the only friends he could talk to. Or then it was silence. Close. Dark. But understanding.

"And look who's here on time! " Alisha chuckled. " I thought this would be one of those days where I'd receive a call in the evening and you wont turn up again. "

"Oh I don't do that so often do I?" He spoke. And it felt weird. As if the words were coming from somewhere else. He hadn't spoken in a while now, and his own voice seemed as if it was a stranger's.

"Anyways. I talked to my boss. He said he might set things up for you. He knows people. Perhaps you'll get a job here or somewhere else for sure. He'll be coming down in a while. You guys can talk. And yes, Nick, for a change, try and be nice to him okay? He's helping you. " She finished.

"Yeah. Will be. Sure thing." He mumbled.

***

As he unlocked the door of his house, he felt strangely sick in his stomach. He had no clue what had happened earlier in the day. He had to meet and be nice to some CEO in some firm to land up a petty job somewhere. And after half an hour of lectures on why corporate sector was different than his usual life, he eventually escaped the walls of the Tech Park. He threw the keys on the couch, and went inside the room to check on Oscar. He was lying on one end of the floor and moved a little to welcome his master and friend home. He was sick, and tried to raise his paw to acknowledge his master's concern for him. Maybe he even tried to bark a little, but he was too weak.

Oscar was his only friend who understood him the way he expected someone to. An Alsatian, and a handsome dog indeed, he rescued Oscar when he was a couple of weeks old and was crying in the rain outside his gate, probably abandoned. The first time he held Oscar in his hands, he knew it was going to last. And it had, till now, for the least.

He looked at his dog, who had been a warrior as strong as him, through it all, and tried to smile and cheer him up. But he quickly turned away to hide a tear.

"I'm sorry, Oscar. For all this." He mumbled to himself.

And then he fainted.


Saturday, 13 July 2013

Chasing Cars - Episode 2

He looked around for his phone, which he heard ringing a while back. He found it lying under the pillow in a neglected condition. 7 new messages and a couple of missed calls were waiting to greet him, and he wondered if he could escape them somehow, escape everything and just fly off to some green, cold mountains with a constant drizzle and the smell of nature.
But escapes were not possible in his world.

He stood up and looked into the mirror. The face he saw looking back at him was not the one he identified. The cheerful young face that once was his, had given way to a hollow, hopeless, austere man he never thought he would be. So much had changed over the course of a few years. Now it all seemed like it happened long back in some other time. Like ages ago.

Nikhil Verma, a bright young prospect he was at school. There was something about him that would make people look back at him again after the first glance. He was tall, well, to be honest, tall enough to reach that category. He was a little less than 6 feet, with an athletic structure. His ethnicity was mixed, a British mother and an Indian father. He inherited his looks from his mother, but his structure was a replica of his father. Hazel eyes, medium length light brown straight hair which always fell down his brow, a pointed nose, high cheekbones and a strong wide jaw. He was one of the most good looking boys in the campus, and had it not been for Vikram Shergill, the basketball captain, he would've been the hottest property of Chelmswood International School.

Located below the hills of Nainital, near the lake, Chelmswood International was one of the most reputed boarding schools in India. The school had produced some remarkable alumni in the past. With the students coming from strong, reputed families, Chelmswood was a brand in itself. Nikhil's father was an alumnus of this school, and a well known personality in the elite circles.

"Pass me the cigarette, sucker!" Vikram bellowed. Kshitij reluctantly gave him the cigarette, puffing out the smoke luxuriously.
"Kshitij son of a bitch never passes anything, ball in the game or cigarettes. Saala selfish asshole." Nikhil smirked in sarcasm.
"That's the lamest comparison ever, loser. Football and sticks, haha! " Vikram snortled.
"Shut up and finish it quick, Vikram, if that warden comes in here we're screwed." Kshitij commented, looking around.
"Such a fattu you are,man. Why do you even smoke, you bloody mouth fag like that Ayesha bitch. " Vikram lazily reacted.
"But you got to admit Ayesha's bloody hot. Don't know what she did over the summer but she certainly has been driving all the guys from C section crazy." Nikhil said, with a little excitement in his voice.
"We know what she did over the summer, bro." Kshitij winked.
"Hahaha! Saala perv i knew you'd say that!" Vikram laughed, and Nikhil joined in.
"Let's get back to the dorm before haddi walks in, we got to work on that song as well." Nikhil spoke suddenly, getting up and cleaning the wet leaves and mud off his lower. The three of them got up eventually, and walked off the backside of the dormitory which was at the footsteps of the forest behind the school. The area was surrounded by trees, and wasn't visible from the hostel windows. Nikhil had discovered this area accidentally when one day he had to run around the campus to save his ass from the warden who caught him making out with one of the girls behind the Girls' hostel.

"Crazy days,school." He chuckled. He looked back in the mirror and was jolted back into the present. He missed the old days. There was so much he could have been from there. If only he could go back in time and change certain things and certain decisions, his life would've been so different, SO different.
If only.

Thursday, 11 July 2013

Chasing Cars - Episode 1

11th of July, 2013.

He just sat there, staring into the distance.

There was a subtle calmness about the morning air, as if after a wild storm, the winds were settling down, tired and quiet. The roads looked back, as if making fun of him, going on till eternity, against his static and stagnant life. Even the clouds kept moving, and not wayward, but unidirectional, with some purpose underneath those shapes. Unlike his mind, the world wasn't blank, out of purpose, out of inspiration.

He stood up all of a sudden and moved towards the kitchen. He needed some tea. Trying to cut down on cigarettes, he needed something to drown his insides with. The house was quiet. Such an irony, he kept thinking. His mind was screaming inside- insanity, madness, thoughts, questions, desires, needs, hopes, plans, remorse, impatience, randomness -he took a long gasp of breath in, as if to direct the calmness around him, inside.
It didn't help.

Tea was ready. And he started recreating his reality in the head, comprehending the situations. If he wasn't home, he would've had to walk 3 miles to find a tea stall open at 5.30 am. Rs 7 for a cup of tea, and a classic milds for Rs 8, and then maybe another cup of tea, 'cause these jerks served tea in the tiniest cups ever produced by mankind,one body jerk and 3.5 Rs would spill all over one's shirt, and then maybe another milds. "Come on! One cig for two cups of tea, what am I, a baby?"  He saved 30 bucks, right there! "What a fuckin' cheapskate I am,ha!" he chuckled, but he knew somewhere inside, he would've given his decision a second thought while spending that too.

These were hard times. Inside the head, and out there in the world. Inside he was confused, deluded, mentally surrounded by possibilities that were trapped somewhere between 'might' and 'would'. Outside, it was a confused world, always had been. Belief was no less than a war raging in the head against needs and options. It had been while since he had the luxury of a salary in his pocket. The new workplace wasn't exactly an established firm, but a molding model with immense potential. He had worked hard there, very hard, worked without sleep and at times without food, just to make it reach a place where he would be able to lavishly swim in bankrolls. But things had taken a few twists and turns on their way, and it with each passing day, the battle was turning into a mosh-pit of emotions, wavering between the patience to hold on and the urge to move on. Each passing day, was a test of patience.
He hadn't failed yet.

Saturday, 20 April 2013

A Meaning.

6 p.m.
The heat of the day was beginning to subside.It was getting darker at the horizon.There weren't many trees around,but the air started getting a little cooler.She decided it was time for her to head home.Her kids would be waiting for her,hungry,waiting for her to give them food,and maybe tell them how her day went.
That was the general routine she followed since the day her kids opened their eyes.She would head for work in the morning,work all day.around 2 pm, when it was impossible to even lift one's head towards the sky in the heat,she would go and rest under the big tree nearby.Then she would wake up within an hour and would work till the sun would drop.She would then collect some food for which she worked all day,head home and meet her kids who would start shouting in excitement of seeing her return.That one moment,the look in her kids' eyes,the brightness that flashed out of their smile on one sight of her,would make all her efforts worth bearing.They loved her without any parameters of logic,and she loved them beyond the obvious reasons.Her family,her home,her world,it was them.

4 p.m.
Mrs. Singh came out in the balcony to pick up the clothes she'd left to dry in the morning.It was a hot day,and she was sweating profusely.It had been two days since the power cut,and the inverter at her place had stopped working.She made a mental note that she'll ask her son to get some batteries for it from the market.She looked below the apartment,a couple of people started fighting on the street over something."Losers",she mumbled to herself.She was already irritated by the electricity issues,then managing all the housework on her own without the appliances working left her all angry and bubbling with suppressed rage.Just as she was about to take the clothes down the hangers,her elbow felt a sharp piercing pain.She jerked her arm in a reflex action and turned around to find a little hornet bee flying away from her towards the roof.The stinging sensation on her elbow enraged Mrs. Singh further and she took a good look at where the little bee was flying back to.She saw the bee enter a tiny beehive at the corner of the roof,right beside the balcony door,towards the outside.Scratching her elbow and cursing the little bee under her breath,Mrs. Singh walked inside the house deciding that getting rid of the beehive was of utmost priority.

5.45 p.m.
Siddharth came out of the apartment lift thinking about the football game at night. Juventus vs Milan, always a big game in the league.The mere thought of Andrea Pirlo ruling the midfield against his old club gave Siddharth goosebumps.He reached the apartment door and was about to ring the bell when he noticed the nameplate hanging upside down against the nail. "Weird name,but sounds cool,upside down."He thought and chuckled to himself,and pushed the plate upside down."SINGH'S",he mumbled,"damn!that sounds royal",chuckled again and rang the bell.Nothing happened.He realized the power cut was luxuriously extended by the authorities.He took out his phone and called his mother,asking her to open the door.She came,opened the gate and rushed inside,mumbling to herself,leaving Siddharth utterly confused.He walked in behind her and saw some medical creams lying on the table and his mother sitting on the chair furiously rubbing her elbow with a cream sponge.
"What the ! What happened to your elbow?" Siddharth blurted out.
"A hornet bee.Small in size,but boy did she pinch in hard!Get the cleaner mop from the kitchen,and go out in the balcony of my room,right above the door,on the outside,is a little beehive.Go and smash it before anyone else gets hurt.Be careful!"
Siddharth casually picked the mop up and went towards the balcony.Seemed to him as if he was Darth Vader and he would destroy the habitat of the aliens in a jiffy.Carefully,he walked out of the door,and looked up.He saw the smallest beehive he had ever seen."Must've been one lazy bee,ha!"he chuckled.Slowly with the mop,he prodded the beehive,to make sure if there were any bees inside.Just as he prodded the hive,3 tiny bees flew out of it in a weird fashion as if still learning how to fly."Now its empty!"He smashed the hive with full force against the roof with the mop,and the hive fell on the ground and he smashed it into pieces with the mop."And then Sid saved the family from stinging attacks."He dramatically spoke.Just when he was about to turn back towards the door,he looked at the hive,and he thought,so small,so weak,so fragile,is this home to anyone?The buildings around him were huge and impregnable,and this tiny substance lying on the ground,was nothing in comparison.Then he thought,perhaps that's why Human race is the best and top of all species!Feeling pride inside his chest,he walked inside the house.

6.15 p.m.
She was almost home.The closer she got,the more impatient she grew. She was constantly thinking about the kids.They were growing up now.There had been a couple of time when she found them lurking around outside home,when she reached home.She was worried about such situations.With nobody to take care of them, they could land themselves in trouble.After all,they were kids,and their judgment wasn't preceded by logic.She felt a tinge of nervousness creeping on her spine by these thoughts.Especially when her kids had started flying and had their stingers growing sharper.
As a Hornet Bee,life wasn't easy.With a constant threat from all the species,coexistence was a major issue.She knew she never meant harm to anyone,but as often as day and night,she'd find others threatened by her presence,especially Humans.Humans,the unique specie which,in some ways,ruled the movements of life across the globe,but felt threatened by minutest of creatures.She was scared that her kids might scare Humans,which might have dire consequences.
Lost in complex process of thoughts,she reached home.As she flew over the balcony,she headed for the roof,only to find traces of hive-dust around there.She was petrified to the core,and looked around for her kids.It was then when she found crumbs of her home lying down on the floor in pieces.She flung herself to the floor with full force,but couldn't locate any trace of her children.She went off around everywhere searching for them,but all she could find was settling dust,dimming sunlight and the bedsheet of stars far away.

6.25 p.m.
Siddharth stood near the window of his room,looking out in the balcony.The mad buzz created by a hornet bee made him look out.He felt scared,the bee was buzzing frantically around.he couldn't step out fearing it might sting him.All his Human superiority came down crashing in pieces of fear,instilled by a creature far smaller than him.The frantic buzz,was enough to petrify a member of the winning race,the Human race.

6.25 p.m.

She returned back to the pieces of her home,and started looking at them.Her eyes were empty.Her emotions left her.She couldn't feel anything in and around her.Everyday,she fought for her life,her children's lives,only to survive and help them survive.Never did she intend to harm a creature around her.All her energy,all her chi, was spent in creating a sense of security for her family,a circle of faith.The circle,which lay on the floor,broken into pieces.Her niche of life,so small,so weak,so fragile,but it was home to her and her family.The buildings around her were huge and impregnable,and this tiny substance lying on the ground,was nothing in comparison.But then,every piece of the fragile hive,contained something which the ever rising globe of debris could never have.The purity of soul.The desire to love.A Meaning.

Monday, 18 February 2013

Once.

Off he runs,away from them all.
Away from the rise,away from the fall.
Look away and he shall evade.
Oh!Paint it or it would fade!
Oh!Paint it or it would fade!