Adventure in the woods

Quiet and peaceful

T’was in the woods

Twigs and crickets

Crackling in the dark

From field to forest

In a sharp contrast

An ocean of green

To sink oneself in

Cleanest of breaths

And calmest of minds

T’was an adventure

Into the wilderness

Where be one

In eternal peace.


Unbridled joy

The door closes

On your sweet face

Angry and sad

A face not in wanting

For me to leave.

The day progresses

On thoughts of you

Anxious and nervous

A mind not at peace

For you’re alone.

The door opens

To your big smile

Cries and kisses

An unbridled joy

For a wagging tail.

Dystopia (long read)

Dystopia (noun): an imagined place or state I will everything is unpleasant or bad, typically a totalitarian or environmentally degraded one.

Dystopia has so far existed in fictional works- novels, movies and the like- portraying a world degraded in every respect. Food, water, shelter, society, governments- all demolished. Simply put, dystopia is an imaginary world where everything is bad. But fearfully, it mightn’t be imaginary in the coming times. 

Countries and governments have long been challenged by issues such as poverty, unemployment, lack of resources, animosity with neighbours, terrorism, extremism, et cetera. It is never what people want. Yet they’re called ‘democracies’. Elected leaders have, in an arguable majority of cases, proven to be completely non-reflective of the people who voted them into office, by nature of their persona, policies and politics. 

nbc-fires-donald-trump-after-he-calls-mexicans-rapists-and-drug-runners.jpgA prime example of the above is Donald Trump, among many others. America, the land of freedom. Where the Statue of Liberty welcomes those who seek the good life. Whose people and places are warm and open to all people. One must admit that it is suitably erroneous to associate this country with such a man. A man who encourages and actively participates in ham-handed and heavy-fisted dialogue; these characteristics being reflected in the policies enacted by the Trump Administration, and all its cohorts. The Paris Climate Deal- whose sole aim is to safeguard the world from an unsightly end- has been rebuked and more or less dismissed by Trump, he who famously called global warming a hoax. ObamaCare, for all its faults and issues, did indeed provide accessible healthcare to millions in desperate need for it. Only to be completely reversed and abolished. Trump’s ‘replacement’ policy cannot even begin to address the so-called issues, let alone keep Americans healthy. And we have the wall he intends to build to keep people from Mexico out. Honestly, it is keeping people from fleeing to Mexico and not from it. Who would want to go to America now?

APphoto_Venezuela-Political-Crisis2-3.jpgVenezuela. Where poverty and diseases are so much, and food and resources so little, that eradicated diseases are returning. People are waiting in queues for basic resources for days, only to return empty handed. Decent folk are left scouring garbage to chew on every morsel left out. Murderers and smugglers abound, often working with law enforcement to kill people and sell drugs. The government, which has illegally taken full control of all rights and laws, has completely destroyed society. Sitting on vast oil reserves, they’re importing fuel, and their full dependence on hydropower is causing problems due to draught. It all sounds absurd. But to the millions of people getting murdered on the streets, it is much too real. 

1x1-fi_-north_korea_001.jpgAnd the funniest part. North Korea is officially called the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea. Where food is rationed, people are brainwashed/killed, weapons are prioritised, prisoners are tortured, development is curtailed; a blind eye turned to the rest of the world. All by a short, stout man with funny hair who can only be described as a dictator taken to the next level. It is not a democracy. It is a torturous prison. 

Islamic-State-front-cover.jpgLeaving aside governments, we have religious extremist groups, chief of which is ISIS. They go out into the world from their hellish recluse and bomb people up, then call it ‘crusading’ carried out ‘by Allah’. Ask any Muslim and they will fly into a hysterical rage. A couple of lunatics read a few verses of the Quran, get together, kill people, establish a ‘Caliphate’ and then call it God’s work. These people rape and torture women, use children as human shields during war and proceed to eviscerate their dead bodies to use the organs. These monsters attack the very foundations of humankind in the name of crusading against modern filth. Which is apparently what Allah wants. 

In a world where fidget spinners and memes dominate social life, where newspapers fill up with bomb blast reports, coups, deaths, murders, rapes, et cetera, science, progression and moral development have arguably been left behind. Some people argue that modern times have not seen any noteworthy advances in science, since the start of the 21st century. I argue that modern times have seen a world more interested in Trump tweets and covfefe, than in the wax worms eating plastic. 

If this state continues to exist, or heavens forbid, develop, then there will continue to be wars, public crimes, fringe groups, broken societies and broken people.

Dystopia (noun): the future. 


Culture and religion they say

Logic and sense we say

Conventional and conservative

Stops modernity and openness

This is society?

Role models

Role models don’t work. 

This is something I have just decided.

A role model is a person, a beacon of light, whose character and ways and success you would want to emulate. But I find that very few people exist, who can possibly be suitable a role models. 

I shall digress with some examples. Keep in mind that when I speak about role models, they are to me, people in the public eye, as is most often the case. 

Let’s take Justin Bieber. He is 20-something years old. Despite having an underage mother and practically no father in his childhood, he has grown to establish an immense fortune. Making music. Entertaining people. He could be a role model, couldn’t he? No. Role models don’t lip sync at concerts when people are paying >₹50k for tickets. Role models don’t shout at fans and walk off stage. Role models don’t make a list of “demands”.

I’ve often said Kangana Ranaut is my favourite Bollywood actress (although I don’t watch Bollywood films). But it has come to light that she has made unfair demands and has discredited hardworking people. I can’t deal with that. 

Jeremy Clarkson loves cars, is charismatic, bold, brash and truly British. And hates Piers Morgan. But he just wants to go fast, doesn’t care about animals and has said India is a “sweat shop.” So he can’t possibly be a role model.

Piers Morgan is fairly talented, asks the right questions and his show has opened eyed. But he hates Jeremy Clarkson. Also, he says very stupid things at times, which immediately discredits him. 

Donald Trump? Just no.

So in reality, I’m unable to find popular people who are role model material. So I’ve decided, as I said in the beginning, this doesn’t work. 

Be your own role model. 



Kaput goes the light

Darkness befalls the night;

Fumbling in the dark

Then comes the spark.

A plan is hatched

The store door unlatched,

A push on the handle

To retrieve a candle.

Three times a scratch

To light the match,

A flicker of luminescence

From the object of obsolescence,

To fill up the room

In a shroud of gloom.

Tis but one night

For the past to reignite

In stories told and re-told

Until morning light behold.


Car culture


Cars are necessary. That’s a fact. In places like ours, with poor public transport and infrastructure, most of us depend on them as a mode of transport. But to some of us, they mean so much more. Much more than A-B motors. Much more than a box on wheels. Much more than a mode of transport. We don’t care about the destination. It is the drive that we make count. It is the drive that’s the best part.

To us, cars are sentient beings. We talk about life in context of how they drive. We talk about a connect. A connect with the car’s ‘soul’. Now this might be nonsense to most people. But regard it in this way- cars elicit emotions in us that others don’t. Let me put this into perspective, by giving an example. A normal person, when there is a sweeping bend ahead, would slow down and go around it, and that’s job done. Second nature. But car people, they ignore everything else, rev-match into a lower gear, accelerate and steer into it, feeling and moving with the entire body of the car, noticing the grip, body roll, flex, etc. It is an elaborate act. It incites a feeling that the car is just an extension of one’s own body.

This is what brings car people together. It isn’t facts, stats and lap times. It is far deeper and more emotional than that. Our disagreements and arguments don’t stem from hatred or racism or intolerance or bigotry or anti-Semitism or what-not. They stem from the fact that, despite our differences, even within the realm of cars, we share the same fire in our hearts to make every drive worthwhile. To make every drive an experience. That is what car-culture is about.

“Reading? Writing? What are those?”


It is 2017. Social media usage is at an all time high. Facebook recently recorded 1 billion people using their service. In such a connected world, reading and writing arguably aren’t being given the respect they rightfully deserve.

Every post on social media is simply a shared story or one of those awful memes- a culture I can’t begin to fathom how it caught on. People create these memes and share them with a decidedly poor caption riddled with innuendo, leaving aside the bad grammar and horrid language (‘2’ instead of ‘to’? Come on…).

Entertainment today is laughing at memes on Facebook for many. Where has reading and writing gone? Many of my friends say they’ve never read a book of their own volition ever in their 20 years of life. How?

I think culture simply thrusts forward less-than-ideal fads that youth generally scamp after. Life is fast paced for them. They laugh at a meme, share it, then forget it. Long passages, like this article, simply aren’t worth time and effort for them. Reading, imagination and introspection are lost in their eyes.

What a shame, because for us readers and writers, a day without introspection is a day lost to waste. A good book and a cuppa solves more problems than time does. An hour’s worth of reading gives us days of thoughts. A good book is a portal into a new world. A thought-provoking article or poem is a paradigm shifter.

They say a picture speaks a thousand words. But I argue that a thousand words have the power to paint what pictures cannot depict. And that’s what we do. We paint what cannot be photographed or turned into a meme.

Our writing can reach into the darkest depths of the abyss or the farthest star in the sky. Writing is boundless. Limitless. Inexhaustible. And reading it can take you places that pictures can’t show. And that is power.

We are the readers and writers, drawing past over future, casting light on the dark and dreary, pouring passion and devotion and not likes and shares.

We are the readers and writers. Forever.