Friday, September 18, 2009

When desire knocked...

It was just another day. Maybe for everyone else…but for me it was a special day. I was content that this was not only my special day but there is someone I can share it with. i woke up late when I heard a knock at my door. I asked (reluctant to get up), "who is this?" A soft and sweet voice replied, "Desire". I jumped up excitedly and ran towards the door. I opened the door and saw nothing. I rubbed my eyes and closed the door. I went back to my room. Hours passed idly.
It was noon. I was reading when my phone started ringing. I saw an unknown no. and received expecting to hear a known voice.
"Who is this?"
A sweet voice said "Desire" and hung up. I kept staring at my phone for about 10 minutes. Suddenly, my vision was blurred and I felt a salty drop of water had accumulated at the corner of my lips. I rushed to the wash-basin and splashed water onto my face.
I was sitting beside the window looking at the people passing by. It was 8 p.m. I thought I must study now I opened my book. I started reading. I was unable to concentrate. The door-bell rang. I was irritated this time. I knew that desire was waiting for me outside but I chose not to open the door. I was unhappy. But who cares?
At around 11.30 p.m. when I was just about to switch off my phone it rang for the final time. I picked up and asked, "What do you want from me? Why are you disturbing me like this?" The reply was stern yet the voice sweet, "it was you who wanted me and I am waiting for you outside". I said, "My desire is in my closet, tightly locked in there. And there isn't any room for anymore." I hung up.

I realized that this was just another day. I have spent many such days. It's not special for anyone else other than me. And hence, it cannot be a special day.

Thursday, September 17, 2009


My eyes burn to think that you are not around... no, not anymore. But you were never mine. you were just a dream which broke as soon as I woke up... or shall I say every time I woke up....
Living in the moment . ...yeah! that's what I have been doing. but now I realize i died in those moments as well.... its like running after a mirage and finding heaps of sand. yes, sand which one cannot hold for long. It keeps slipping every moment and before you can show some one that you have got hold of it, you find yourself gazing at your empty hands full of complicated lines. When you scream you hear nothing but your own voice mocking at you from every corner.....and you realize you stand alone amidst the are fated to be alone ......
Sand, Sand everywhere but not a handful to hold.


A few days back i read a cover story in a leading newspaper about "Bimbo Delusion"...according to the writer people who are beautiful and sexy are mostly dumb as we read in the blond jokes. Blonds are therefore sexy but considered to be dumb n we ourselves often behave very differently while dealing with them as we consider them dumb. The sardars here are therefore treated in a similar way. Thus the beautiful models who try to behave smart often end up being tagged as bitchy or loud-mouthed. they quoted a few examples as well.


I was pretty deluded myself after reading this ...n therefore i decided to respond to this ..which goes like this...

Intelligence has nothing to do with the color of hair or beauty (in response to cover story 'Bimbo Delusion', 21st Nov '07). There are many beautiful ladies like Susmita Sen or Bipasha Basu who are beautiful and definitely sexy and are equally intelligent. Beauty with brains combo does undoubtedly exist and no research has ever proved that people who are not beautiful or sexy are intelligent. And according to me the people who are dumb can never be beautiful or sexy. It's a matter of genes. So the next time we laugh at a blonde joke we better re-assess our intelligence.

............n guess what ! this got published as the letter of the week.