An Untold Saga

The stranger sighed
and asked the girl to rise
The stranger listened
as the girl cried

The girl now have a shoulder
Her friend, the stranger
painted her world
with one loving smile

The stranger was gone
The girl tried to live on
Then she realized
The stranger was her song

Though the stranger never believed
He kept drifting apart
The girl kept her promise
with her song in her heart

The stranger faced walls
Thought he saw life
But was defeated
And tormented with lies

The girl turned around to leave
Held the stranger’s hand
Said her goodbye
And she was gone

The stranger called her name
His smile said it all
But she was perplexed
And feared this is the end

He held her very close
And said the three words
and for the first time in her life
She gave the words a nod

Hence its been six years since
They created their world
Carved their own sun and moon
with their own sweat and blood

 

The stranger and the girl
Still holding hands
Still singing the same song
and still going strong

The stranger is her man
The girl his woman
Their world has its little hells
But its their heaven…

A New Summer – Part 1

Sparkling white and smelling nice
our new summer

A thought so bright and oh so right
our new summer

The little flutter, the beat of relief
our lives turning a new leaf
our new summer

The dream of pink & your lullaby
the strength that we both derive
and our little world will now thrive
on our new summer

Your hand on the forehead
and that peaceful sleep
you and me forever
with our new summer

For MJ

You brought me back here
You told me to write
You are gone forever
And we salute your awesome might

You defined music
You wrote with your heart
You sang it for the world
You made Pop an art

When the world accused you
You took everything in your stride
You taught the world humility
And today the world cried

MJ, you will live in our hearts
Till we breathe our last
And hope we see you again my lad
And you give us another Bad

Gratefully Dead

The black mark
Came to haunt us again
Splashed like the torrent
On the window pane

She tasted her tears
Tastes just like blood
you push her face
Back in the grime & mud

Cry bitch cry
this is your destiny
you are a bastard beggar
and you will live in misery

This bitch will cry
till you hide her in her arms
This bastard beggar knows nothing
Till you give her that thumb


Call my name, please forgive and forget
Till then this girl is gratefully dead

Mission Patli Kamar

Disclaimer: Name suggested by Snigdha, the writer has nothing to do with it, she only need to lose some 10kilos. Sigh!

Folks, Men (in our lives) and rest..lend me your ear

Me, Sanju Snigdha & Vinu Baba has decided to embark on a turbulent journey called “Mission Patli Kamar”…wonder why Vinu Baba wants curves…anyways after a hiatus of some 100 years, here we are…all geared up, socks pulled up and trainers on…treadmill ahoy!

The kick:

1. All of a sudden the size ‘M’ on clothes means fight of the underarm and the fabric in the trial room
2. Gracefully keeping our arms (crossed) on our bulging tummies while sitting with a group
3. Plethora of Kakimas and Kakus pinching your cheek and giggling
4. The mirror playing pranks with your once pretty a*&
5. More Sigh!!
6. You think twice before waving someone at the distance wearing cut-sleeves

Its back to the gym and pumping some irons to get that dream shape back (well almost!) and telling the world, IT FEELS GOOD TO BE THE SUPER LOSER!!!  No more hiding your tummy and shying away from that tight-tee, we have to lose weight and we will.

We will yet again prance on the grass wearing that white dress a la bippy basu  or will proudly show our midriffs or Sanju will make curtains out of her hathi tent skirts…and yes wave to anyone and everyone…ah! lovely

All the best guys and Vinu Baba get ready to get those “glances” from boys the next time you (prance not walk) on MG Road.

As of now…ARE YOU THE SUPER LOSER contest is open…

Updates soon…

Roll on..oops! pump on guys

Bloop!

Back from the front

Missed me love?
Loved me more?
More is the pain
Pain is me

Left for nothing
Nothing is lost
Lost as I am
I am is me

Went away to look
Look for more
More is my tears
Tears are me

The Golden Opportunity-Regional Cinema

Remember Tanuja mouthing “Champa chameli golaperi baghe” from the 1967 super hit bangla film “Antony Firingee”. Now one wonders what does a marathi actress with a lineage like Shobna Samarth and Nutan doing in a bangla film and that too in early 60s when the silk saree clad, bouffant haired heroines were ruling the roost in bollywood.

The answer is simple…perhaps regional cinema has given the much necessary importance, popularity, a huge fan following and yes the much needed dough to these actors. Another name pops in my mind, anyone remember baby Khushboo from a film called Dard Ka Rishta, she delivered a poignant role as Sunil Dutt’s daughter and reappeared again in the 80’s hit Meri Jung as Anil Kapoor’s sister after that there were a few failed attempts till she headed south [literally] and ended up getting a couple of temples built in her name as a gift from her ardent fans.

Hope you get the drift now…because I completely disagree with the viewpoint of bollywood overshadowing regional cinema, for me regional cinema is the welcome respite for the bollywood actors, actually all of them for I believe that they probably carry this in the back of their mind… if not here then south will definitely usurp us.

More than overshadowing, it’s a win-win situation for both, one actor moves to south, delivers quite a few hits, chooses the “hittest” of all, gets a telegu/tamil producer, comes to bollywood and remakes the film in hindi for a bigger audience hoping it will click and will atleast book 50% revenues that what it did for south.

Bollywood has paved the way for regional cinema, to experiment, to hone skills, to display creativity, giving politics a different new meaning altogether and yes showcasing talent. One follows another, let’s see it this way… they overshadow eachother…sometimes it’s a gloomy day in bollywood and sometimes its sunshine for regional cinema. All in all, both are tummy full of wholesome entertainment and we can’t live without it.

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