A sketch of Jesus by my friend Mathsy. There is something about this sketch I like.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Buy me a song tonight
Buy me a song tonight
Please buy me a song.
I have few lines and some stanzas.
Some scattered and some thrown on the table.
Few lines are so old
And few are too loved.
All these lines are so mine
Like my old bottle of wine.
Buy me a song tonight
Please buy me a song.
Few leaves from Shillong
And few from Bombay
Makes my song so fresh and lively.
The fragrance that touches my heart
Brings me more close to you.
Now do not buy me a song tonight
Let’s just make a song tonight
To feel the curves in the light.
‘We kiss, we see,
We smile and we kiss again’
Let’s sleep with the song tonight
Please buy me a song.
I have few lines and some stanzas.
Some scattered and some thrown on the table.
Few lines are so old
And few are too loved.
All these lines are so mine
Like my old bottle of wine.
Buy me a song tonight
Please buy me a song.
Few leaves from Shillong
And few from Bombay
Makes my song so fresh and lively.
The fragrance that touches my heart
Brings me more close to you.
Now do not buy me a song tonight
Let’s just make a song tonight
To feel the curves in the light.
‘We kiss, we see,
We smile and we kiss again’
Let’s sleep with the song tonight
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Its Been Six Months, Ten Days I Hugged Her

It’s been six months, I hugged her
Precisely six months and ten days.
Last time her eyes were red
And tears peeped through her eyes
Prior to this, she wept.
This time when I hugged her
I couldn’t measure her tears.
I suppose it was larger than the sound
Made by the landing plane
Whenever she hugs me
It feels like the shade of the trees, in the mid summer
Or a heavy rain on the cracking land.
I also feel the fragrance of the raw land
When the first rain embraces the earth
Green, green leaves and dew drops on it.
It’s been six months, I slept
On her high and lows of her breast.
Its six months ten days I hugged her.
Precisely six months and ten days.
Last time her eyes were red
And tears peeped through her eyes
Prior to this, she wept.
This time when I hugged her
I couldn’t measure her tears.
I suppose it was larger than the sound
Made by the landing plane
Whenever she hugs me
It feels like the shade of the trees, in the mid summer
Or a heavy rain on the cracking land.
I also feel the fragrance of the raw land
When the first rain embraces the earth
Green, green leaves and dew drops on it.
It’s been six months, I slept
On her high and lows of her breast.
Its six months ten days I hugged her.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Johny Gaddar - Neatly Weaven Thriller

Wow.. What a movie.. A great thriller and great relief for bollywood after some continuous torture releases. You must have appreciated Sriram Raghavan for his Ek Hasina thi and he gives you now more reason to appreciate him with this movie.
A story about a gang who wants to crack a deal until one of the gang member decides to betray. The new comer Neil( singer Mukesh's grand son) is an excellent actor and he has proved himself with this movie. he not only has the looks but he has announced that he can act too.
The other actor who has left his mark with this movie is Dharmendra. his expressions are just apt and makes the audience realize that he is so much into the character.
Vinay Pathak has finally made his presence felt with this movie. the last time i saw him really doing something out of his role was in Water, but this time he looked so much involved in the character.
Rimi Sen is beautiful no doubt and has got some acting skilled but i really liked the other lady, ranvir's wife, forgot her name. She has surprisingly done a brilliant job. All the other actors were very much tailored to their character and end of the day everything looked so well for the movie.
As a whole a 3 and a half star for the movie and 4 for the effort. a must watch..
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Johny Gaddar,
Movie,
Movie Review,
Rimi Sen,
Vinay Pathak
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
The Lift Man

In that not at all crowded lift,
You sit on the truth.
You do not have any series of question
‘You are Mum’
It does not make much difference
If you are deaf, dumb or blind.
‘You are old’
You will not be able to do much if the lift
Comes to an end someday.
The walls, the dust, the floor
The vacuum and that bloody long tube light
Loves you.
But the green grass hates you.
‘You need a replacement’
Someone strong to sop Tsumani
And someone soft to define my love.
There is not much difference
Between the Old Lift Man in NIMHANS
And God.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Bordua - Birthplace of Sri Sri Srimanta Sankardeva
Borduwa is the birthplace of Sri Sri Srimanta Sankardeva (1449 - 1568). He was a saint – scholar, social and religious reformer and a very famous personality in the cultural and religious history of Assam. His contributions in the field of literature and religion are now considered as the most vital possession in Assam today. He established many Xotros (Sattras - kind of monasteries), which are now the reservoir of the rich culture of Assam.
At the age of twelve, he wrote his first verse.
karatalakamala kamaladalanayana |
bhavadavagahana gahanavanasayana ||
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Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Modern poetry is accepted if written better
"Modern poets seem primarily obsessed with using too intellectually ornate language (presumably to impress their academic scholars) which goes straight over the heads of the book buying public and alienates the majority of their potential audience. The public need something that they can relate to. There is nothing "new" on offer that captures the imagination, nothing to encourage, to inspire nor indeed (writing as an amateur poet myself) for us to aspire to. Andrew Motion's efforts to bring poetry to the fore deserve high praise, particularly given the material he has to work with. But the danger is that the public, will pick up a book by a modern poet deemed to be "good" only because it is better than the rest on offer, and will not look twice the next time a genuinely "good" poet is recommended to them."
(source: findarticles)
(source: findarticles)
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Hanger
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For me, this hanger is so close to my heart.
This hanger holds tight my shirts always
Red shirts, blue shirts and black shirts too.
Shirts with one pocket,
Shirts with two pockets.
Sometimes a button gets detached
Sometimes two, from the shirts.
But the hanger doesn’t let shatter
My shirt’s existence.
And when the ceiling fan of my room
Starts moving,
The shirt shows its unstableness
It dances like a shameless.
But the hanger doesn’t let it fall down.
Today I don’t find enough words
In my library, to express the love for you.
Hanger, you are so close to me.
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Why do I Love you

I love you a lot,
Coz you are beautiful.
However, like whom, you are beautiful?
You are not beautiful as life,
You do not seem to be beautiful as your soul too.
You are not beautiful as the green leaf
And you are not beautiful as your own picture too.
If being beautiful is eye’s ocean
And if beauty is lip’s opium
Then you are not at all beautiful.
But I wonder always, as I love you…
May be coz, you are beautiful
A beauty of your own.
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BURDEN by Shobha Goswami
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my room
In one of the rooms of mine he studies,in another one he takes his meal, in one of them he sings ,sleeps in the other. He rents all the four rooms of my heart He is none but sorrow. - Nilim Kumar