EMAHO

She sat on a hammock in her balcony strolling through the heavy rain with “ The Motorcycle Diaries ”. Before she started reading the book, she could relate to Ernesto “el Che” Guevara just as a young medic who revolutionized towards united Latin America, fought and died for the cause of poor. As the pages turned and the words unfolded, the relativity ruminated towards a larger aspect of causes and consequences concerned to his legendary life which very few men are constructed with. All thoughtful, she was positively agitated as she came across lines about his narration of the journey that read, “…Quixotic in its semi-unconscious style and, as for Quixote, had the same effect on the scope of his consciousness.”  Deeper through the words and craving to explore the world, she marched into her own life and experiences until her mother walked to the door with a mug of dark coffee. She sipped the coffee while clicking the rain drops which were beautifully aligned on the metal wir...

"Don't quote me chatter but... ....".. God father in disguise, he has all the time in the world to be in social circles and on social networking sites. He knows it all from the half-an-hour back haircut of that random unconcerned lady to the things running through her best friend's life. He knows everything on his perception from everybody's updated profile. He is the MASTER OF SPREAD WORDS adding tinge and hues of his own insight. He is the Gossip King hither, thither and whither. Hail him with all grace and delight. Talebearing is his passion and rebuking with exaggeration is the talent inbuilt in the mechanism of customs of planting seeds of strife. Making me laugh, I see him just as an old age aunty frustrated in her own link of living and quitting time.  I don't know why women are scapegoated as historical bearers of gossip when we have such a man to compete till the rim of the power-struck aristrocracy of slandered words and gospels of thei...

I recall she mentioning it to me, "I am a graduate in journalism and studied post-graduation in film-making that I couldn't complete due to cancer. It was a passion and not a career that I was pursuing. When I used to shoot, I was the happiest."  Being diagnosed with Ovarian cancer at the age of 22, it can become an ordeal of disheartenment for any youth. She was a charmer who could bring smiles to many faces. Yes, Geetika Gupta or fondly called as "Geet" by closed ones is no more. Six months ago we lost a gigantic part of us.  Geet fought like a warrior through the war of - difficult emotions, physical constraints, fear of losing herself to death, continuous sessions of chemotherapy, leaving behind all the people she deeply inspired by her courage to accept and survive the life, hopes and optimism that she will win over cancer one day. In winters, her last whatsapp update was "The cold is killing me and I am having sleepless nights." After t...

Fluctuating between id and superego, his ego has a massive importance to his own existence.   Surely, not a truffle to my appetite or demeanor, his egotism juggles me like the fire sticks "off" in the hands and "on" in the air of a circus clown. On an amazing risk, the sticks can fall off and burn away the vicinity any nick of time. Well, that is what is amusing to him I feel, the thrill of the fire sticks in his OWN hands and the life of the fire marveled in his control.   Selflessly selfish, he changes the play and games harder losing the sense of grip. Yes! I can't burn anything else but my ownself. Complexity counted on his art of creative behavior, he can dump the fire sticks for new ones in case they don’t unrealistically pump his sense of self-importance infront of the audience, as his PUBLIC IMAGE is the focus of his conduct. His silent treatments on ignorance would cruelly blurt out my temperament as am being punished for his flaws and mistakes whic...

Verakhadi was always on my list past years and I surely wanted to travel there with him. Had heard about the mystic largeness of nature there as folks visited the habitat for a peaceful bliss, being tired of horns, honks and the busy city life. A day it so happened that we both finally took a local train to nearby station named Anand, planning to move further as the pillion on his friend's ride. As they say, day is all about twists and turns, the ride ditched us at the last moment. Having waited almost half a day to arrange a mode of transport, we finally dropped the plan and set forth to explore the town where he spent his growing years graduating. Struck by heat and hunger, he finally took me to a beautiful place named "Baker's Heaven" with graffiti all over walls that surely made me feel finally alive. Stuffed with Mexican and Indian food plattered to the belly that was growling and grumping inside, the man and me strolled to explore, t...

Was listening to "Lay All Your Love On Me by Abba" and had this sudden low thought regarding wastage of human emotions through bad behaviour,wrong words and unwanted expressions. Be it money,love,career or search of solace by a hermit-all the concerns seek just one thing well defined as HAPPINESS at the end of anger,tears,frustration and deadlier dumbness..As the song goes,I understand that companionship is an important aspect of human existence as it ensures radiance,but why is it all about expectations,weakening and manipulations. If i step merely away from the heart throbbing dilemmas,i set to wonder..Why do people suddenly start crying at the funerals!!..What is so happening and deep about one sided love!!..Why people get themselves treated for depression when they just cant stop worrying on negative!!..What is the point in suffering inert for the sake of soothing your own ego!!..What is with falling on destructive crossraods to vent out anger!!.. Call me ma...

Imagining to live without air and then imagining something worse. On the slow and heroic construction of being the different beings, all that i can see around in people is the war like addiction. Marked by indistinguishability and imprisonment, it has the tendency to make a sensible man run dry and a woman act neither innocent nor praiseworthy. People dope, fag their lungs out amidst the dirty smokes, get drunk with whatever available,get obssessed away from the reality and subtlity of delightful hours. It is about illusions, delusions, egoism, superiority complexes, apprehensions, irritabilities, numbness amidst all the fascinated highs and permanent cold wants. It is about losing the most gentle countours from the life. I know, for the addicts i am on a crucial meaningless hit of mere words as the secret of happiness is disputed, peace of mind is no where online and struggling to be alive is the loss of instinct from the nature. Haha!!, who can ever fix the inevitable with ...