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Friday, March 31, 2006


Education or something like it....
Was going through my last semester files when I came across my assignment for the"Blake and Wordsworth"course...was quite taken aback by the stiflingly erudite rhetoric... nothing like my usual flights of fancies... given below is an excerpt from it...its actually the conclusion...
the assignment was on "education in Blake and Wordsworth's work"...

"Today the Enlightenment is often viewed as a historical anomaly, a brief moment when a number of thinkers infatuated with reason vainly supposed that the perfect society could be built on common sense and tolerance, a fantasy which collapsed amid the Terror of the French Revolution and the triumphal sweep of Romanticism. Religious thinkers repeatedly proclaim the Enlightenment dead, Marxists denounce it for promoting the ideals and power of the bourgeoisie at the expense of the working classes, postcolonial critics reject its idealization of specifically European notions as universal truths, and postructuralists reject its entire concept of rational thought.
Yet in many ways, the Enlightenment has never been more alive. The notions of human rights it developed are powerfully attractive to oppressed peoples everywhere, who appeal to the same notion of natural law that so inspired Voltaire and Jefferson.
The idea of education however is still fidgeting its way to a more concrete state of existence, something Blake and Wordsworth would not be very happy with, for the world still has its Chimney Sweepers and still refuses to acknowledge the genius of it’s Idiot Boys
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Monday, March 27, 2006

Am walkin around thinkin why that rain cloud is following me…
Am mopin about wonderin why isn’t anybody falling in love with me…
Maybe tomorrow when the sun shines on me…
Maybe tomorrow when you say you love me…
I will know that life isn’t a big joke being played on me…

Sunday, March 26, 2006


A silent story
Written on ripples…
Miles of sleepless nights
Years of a lonely journey…
And as the wet moon brings in the tide…
The silent story fades away into the sleepless night.

Saturday, March 25, 2006


Two young guys bet on masturbating outdoors…a young girl serenades a young boy for the girl she loves…two young people race each others bike in bright Japanese afternoons…a PT teacher is tantalized by the idea of kissing one of his students…and somewhere in between all these a new sexuality is born…
Ladies and gentlemen …presenting …Blue Gate Crossing


Am trying something very difficult, am actually trying to define my moods…most people who have undertaken this almost impossible endeavor before me have either created masterpieces (Luis Buñuel take a bow) or have ended up producing incredibly obscure pieces of shit (Subrata Sen run for cover)…have a sinking feeling that my attempt will fall in the second category …was sad today but my sadness was laced with the delicious feeling of envy (which is unexpectedly helpful sometimes …helps u find faults in closest of friends) and spite, and when I was done being envious and spiteful I was happy and relieved because I realized that I could be ruthlessly unsentimental about people around me and they don’t matter to me at all, was a bit dismayed by my hitherto undiscovered side but was proud of it nonetheless…we are never really completely sad or happy are we… There is never a beginning or end of such intangibles, they always coexist…
Now that you are gone
You are my new best friend.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

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Monday, March 20, 2006


In my Bangalore trip, I almost did something very drastic, but my conscience (in the form of two very good friends) prevailed , picture this- am in a dust old jewelry shop where a jeweler with a weird accent (a cross between an Assamese and a Mal one) insists very creepily, that a pierced eyebrow will do wonders for my love life and I look into the mirror and the disapproving faces of these two friends appear, and I rush away from the shop leaving the creepy jeweler flummoxed , it was as filmi as that…but now that I am back here I am itching for it and am almost resolved about it …I “will” get my eyebrows pierced (Sup and Anila Maaf karna)…

Thursday, March 16, 2006














In a breathtakingly cruel reversal of roles, the racist veteran cop in Paul Haggis’s flawed but riveting drama Crash, risks his life to save the life of the same black woman he had molested the previous night…
And one is left questioning the bigotry nature of stereotyping…

Anthony :Look around! You couldn't find a whiter, safer or better lit part of this city. But this white woman sees two black guys, who look like UCLA students, strolling down the sidewalk and her reaction is blind fear. I mean, look at us! Are we dressed like gangbangers? Do we look threatening? No. Fact, if anybody should be scared, it's us: the only two black faces surrounded by a sea of over-caffeinated white people, patrolled by the triggerhappy LAPD. So, why aren't we scared?

Peter: Because we have guns?

Anthony: You could be right.

Monday, March 13, 2006

She who loves me more than anyone else in this world…
She who irritates me more than anyone ever can…
She who blows her worries away with smoke…
She who is like a fragrant evening …
She who never cries…
She who never sleeps…
She who never shies away from taking the first step…
She who believes that everything is about her…
She who is as colourful as a twilight sky…
She who is as clourless as a widows soul…
She who is as cold as a leftover dinner…
She who is as warm as a freshly cooked lunch…
She who smells of me…
I miss her so…

Sunday, March 12, 2006

A hymn for those left behind…

A crumpled bed
A whiff of yesterday
Is all you have…
A pale shadow of former self
Is what u are…
And as cold darkness envelopes you…
I hold my hands together and a sing a hymn for you…
A hymn for all those left behind…


Funny how the saddest of stories begin in bright beautiful mornings and the happiest ones are those which wriggle to a satisfactory resolution…funny how I never categorize stories as happy or sad, but always use the adjective “heartbreaking” to describe anything I like…funny how I subject myself to so many heartbreaks…
The other day, I was decorating my room with confetti and balloons for a close friends surprise birthday party… the candlelit room and the cloud of incense…everything was so heartbreakingly beautiful…and I was so sad…

Friday, March 10, 2006


The sky loves my little secret …
It’s showering its blessings on me…
And you fools call it rain…


Monday, March 06, 2006


“Wish I knew how to quit you…”
Jack in Brokeback Mountain
Hollywood wishes it knew how to quit Brokeback Mountain, the abomination that is staring at its face and is screaming for recognition along with two very potent gay themed movies, Capote and Transamerica. And today when the Academy Awards were announced, Hollywood sure did find a way to stop this years Oscars from being a gay one, as it was widely pitted to be.
Now one can’t hold that against the Academy, as most people will say, it did recognize these movies by nominating them, and why should it at all make it a “cause” year ?
After all Oscars are about rewarding good movies aren’t they?
Yes they are and in one of the most cinematically rewarding years Hollywood has seen in years, Brokeback Mountain is easily the best film and Felicity Hufman’s portrayal of a man on verge of becoming a woman, undoubtedly the most effective performance, but then why weren’t they rewarded ??? Maybe because they had the misfortune of being released in the same year, one cannot after all hand over all the major awards to gay themed movies, that would be sacrilege …
And to think 37 years ago, the academy did the most daring -- it gave the Best Film award to John Schlesinger's Midnight Cowboy -- another gay themed film. But today's Academy is mostly uncomfortable with a film that deals with real love between two men. So for people who were discomforted by Brokeback Mountain but wanted to be able to look themselves in the mirror and feel like they were good, productive liberals, Crash provided the perfect safe harbor.

Eventually, as Brokeback’s Jack will say “it’s nobody’s business but ours”…