Our lives are carved beside the emptiness of our silences. The interruptions and interpretations we rather managed to dismiss into the quietness of our anxieties and agonies to another time, times we believed could heal the same. Further then, all my pain all my gain reduced to the rattle of the rat beside my grave.
Silence was success of my hard work reduced to the emptiness by noises and others. In the hour we thought the least, victory fell on us and defeated us.


Clockwise and Anti-Clockwise

It is an art only my generation knows. Moving clockwise and anti-clockwise at the same time, try! You too can. while time is defining time you see…we slide, stamp and smother on two worlds simultaneously. For our convenience or their’s we call it real and virtual distinctly. But the old school or I call it unnatural. “Its bliss that we have landed here” would say no Gods henceforth until they have created FB pages and Instagram accounts sponsoring them timely shout outs. Wait! Some still believe in crackers and ducking! Bible has become a smarter version through mobile phone applications. Oh we are not even going to think about it as luxury versus necessity. Maybe the second coming is closer I need to get my ‘Bible v.02’ updated (notified).

What about development and modernity, atom bombs in a way. Americans dropped these on all countries lying here and there. If you can catch the vocabulary, you are mind jacked by the trap laid by letters NRI RBI GOT GST ST SC LGBT ‘ETC’. I wonder I don’t know all the alphabets yet! Countries comparing herself to other countries and their weapons! How is it inspiring? I fail to know how patriotism makes me feel proud of any deaths in any kind. Blood is blood soldiers or farmers or terrorists. I think all the isms should be having a round table tea talk. And talk on how to rediscover love for nation whether it shall be established by Messi or Messiah. Ah! It’s just few words here and there but the goalpost is surely more than two; right and wrong. Don’t you know in your case too? The love for a Muslim girl is love even when you are a Christian or ‘Dalit’ or ‘Black’. The books can’t talk about love differently. But you should learn to differentiate ‘Love’ and ‘Lust’. Like the way you might think tadpole and frog is the same but-Nah-Nah! I’m a student and there’s a lot of things seems like I “should” do and I “should” know. But guess what I read? “the subtle art of not giving a f*ck” and I recover from the noisy neighborhood. Go-Sanghis screaming from the other end that toi, dna, bbc, ndtv and zee is better than nil, n/a and all others. I see people who get fame by click of a butt..on!

All I do is see notifications and buzzes and see this world, the one in my hand melting with low battery. For seconds one world dies. Meanwhile, I saw the golden roof of a temple which was a world ‘disclaimer’ site with beggars beautifully arranged with sticky notes, “sharing is caring”. When the phone resurrected I learnt there was rain, thunder and a nightmare. A flood was in due. Life of my one world goes like 3, 2, 1….no power for three days. The beeps no more burr…burred! The holy, bearded, lazy, lonely, pretty, pretentious, poor, prayerful, strong, weak, mighty, gods and goddesses had a tide break. And they gazed at the other world, a world in whose eyes life was beating. Their eyes reflected each other. They saw how hunger tasted the same. When the waters left the rooms it piled up in their hearts and made it heavier. They couldn’t still appreciate the beauty of ‘nothingness’. The saga continued in two worlds simultaneously…Clockwise and Anti clockwise!

The Bad Tap

On a humid Saturday evening in Mumbai wishing for it to rain I sat staring at the orange sky. I asked her, “Rain today, Will you?” She sent a thunder, a dusty wind and I continued sitting on the couch with sweat glistening my forehead… Sudden aloud gigs from the other end of the room break my intimate talks with the sky. My equally jobless brother continued his laughter staring at the Smartphone. And guess what? I wasn’t surprised at all like any other abnormal 21st Century being. People staring at the mobile screens and pouring their reactions and expressions freely on its face isn’t an absurdity anymore.
But his laughter captured our attention as much as he needed it to. My mom came all the way from the kitchen leaving the dinner preparation half way & the fishes in salt! He looked at us and told us not to check the church WhatsApp group. And I genuinely have a greater interest if it’s a ‘Divine Comedy’. Ah! I was now wondering what face of spiritual thing it is. Till then he told me that Uncle Bobby sent a porn video into the group. Aghast! Before I started my share of laughter I asked emphasizing on two key words, Bobby uncle & Porn video? He by his Sunday spiritual performances on stage (altar) and off stage (all other times) made the community to feel of him like the second Christ. I was curious, Oh come on I didn’t download the video but the comments that followed it. I read them with enough gig for every oldies “What on earth is this sort of video- comments.” AS IF! But Uncle Bobby became the bread & wine for the next day’s communion. He had a good set of excuse calling it a bad tap to the wrong group. What now, his moral certificate was already erased and people had certified him as the dirty person and the youth had labeled him as the new naughty uncle.

I have sympathies for him for a man of this distinct multi faces. But I was glad for a fact that in the ways the religious wannabes describe the youngsters these days. Asking parents to be careful of what their kids watch secretly on phones sitting alone in locked rooms. Now I guess it’s their unfortunate circumstances of past which didn’t give them so much privacy like now that make them lash out at the present generation. Sometimes I guess we don’t need to give “moral” of the story to incidences like these, it’s just “Enough Said!”

Lady, lying beside me.

She sits beside me on a chair, when I’m making those journeys happen. The ones I dreamt, to distant lands to explore and create memories for a lifetime. She’s closer to me than realities I watch around, all I could do is leave her unattended for a time I feel I’m contented enough. As the humpy bumpy road of life moves ahead all light. She stares at me from the corners; her interests do not appeal mine. Yeah, the lady called death I heard she travels soul to sole with us. She transforms those stares to smirks, grins & smiles. I say, am not ready. She stays away for a while just with an alarming reminder, we live only ones. “This” time and “That” moment can never be brought back.

Death, when you are abrupt that’s the one which scares me to live. When you do not visit the complaining, hundred and counting and strike at an infant instead, the one whose smile its parents haven’t yet cherished and celebrated enough. All I could say is I hate your surprises. Leaving some chapters plain in the book called life, how would you make me do that. Without giving the home called world enough to remember me. I would drift away like a breeze that failed to bring a chill. I’ve heard the death of many heroes, some I’ve seen and some not. But in common, there was a lot more they all wished to play in the roles of a father, mother, and sister and in all those prototype of relationships.

Death is uninvited and inevitable; you can’t simply turn your face off it. Even to the philosophy that urges us to live each moment to the fullest, we know this contradiction that life attracts life, beautifully, enormously and endlessly. You can never have enough of it.

Finally you’ll strike down at me too. Guess what am not alone, with me there’ll be all those sorrys and goodbyes I failed to tell seeking for an appropriate time. Oh that Love which was an elixir, turns all pointless and arrows at me. Why didn’t you reveal it earlier? I believed in secretly cherishing my feeling but you lady, I remorse why I didn’t celebrate my love enough. Only death questions my freedom of how I chose to live. However everything will sleep forever with us in the same grave. Even then I promise to embrace you the most courteous way. On a fine night or not, with my last blink I wish to only have glad memories as my last sight.



FROM losing all the chances to write down a write up online. Finally fixed my laptop’s bug infected a year back, settled down in my study table and at last created an account in this globe. I vow to visit here as regularly as necessary. This first post as it is has nothing but an important note, the fact that yes I’m a laid back person. Words are my favorite and I believe in it’s power and magic. My blog logo reads out to be “26 Letters & More”. All the books and records that we see and read around the world is everything and the combination of the same 26 letters, differently and remarkably laid. So what’s more to it is the emotions we attach and the strings we pull. I drop this blog into the 26 letters and more of your heart and choice.

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