Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Summer Solistice


The sun is my anchor,I'm tethered to its end.
Its gonna accept me as I am -'unbend'
My values took a backseat, as I raced against time,
Fixating on my anchor, believing its sublime.
Six months of swaying, nowhere to land.
Waited for this day, to know where I stand.
I raced with eagerness, to embrace the sun
I feel the closeness, but also the burn.
Its hurting to find,that its not as good as it seemed,
Was strongly declined,the joys that I dreamed.
It quite shattered my heliocentric universe,
Turning an eccentric who believed in it, adverse.
The sun is egocentric, with its own conditions
Wants me to accept, without any exceptions.
Summer Solistice is revealing,It makes one see the real,
The mist is cleared, the warmth exposing the cruel.
I still have it in me,to sway to the other end,
To defy the pull,to remain "unbend".
And this I promise myself to do,
Unshackle the bond, and bid adieu.
---------(c) Dixy gandhi.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Asterisk

I die a thousand deaths, with every "but" I hear
And with the advent of storms people just disappear.
Nothing is forever, as promises are smeared,
With many "buts" to follow and terms to clear.
In the mist of ecstasy, I was promised the sun,
And then was left in the scorching heat, alone to burn.
I don't regret the pain, as it makes one but stronger
I do regret the laughs though...
As they make one stay longer!
The illusion was blinding, and I trusted my inner eye,
It led me on a path, that may end  with a goodbye.
I may pick up the pieces, and go my own way,
With a part of me left behind and my belief gone astray.
It may take me ages to turn whole again,
To find my right balance, to overcome the pain.
Lost in the desert, staring a strange mirage.
The "buts" are holding and promises are at large.
Nothing is forever, as promises are smeared,
With many "buts" to follow and terms to clear.
                                    --------------(c) Dixy Gandhi

Friday, January 28, 2011

The purple Rabbit

The Story of the Purple Rabbit

Background: Last year around the same time, my niece "Miss. Gabbu Gulhaane" was staying with us and that brat never slept before 12. So here's the story I told her to make her sleep. Her bedroom has that "Glow in Dark" stars on the ceiling, so the story follows the stars..Y the purple rabbit? coz purple is her fav color!
(Image taken from :http://www.sculpturesworld.com/Helmut-KOLLER-1954-Purple-Rabbit-Orange-DesktopDefault.aspx?tabid=6&tabindex=5&objectid=422285)

The story:

Me: Ek baar ek purple rabbit hota hai, woh moon pe rehta hai, so woh ek din sochta hai..chalo kahin ghum aaye... isiliye woh pilot ko bulaata hai..aur plane mein baith ke "Saturn" Ghumne jaata hai... 
So, Gabbu batao..Plane kaun chalaata hai?
Gabbu: Pilot.
Me: Rgt, so woh saturn jaata hai, ab batao in sab mein se saturn kaunsa waala hai?
Gabbu: Jisko rings hein.
Me: Rgt, so purple rabbit Saturn pe pahunchta hai and then usko wahaan ek lake dikhaayi deti hain..toh woh sochta hai, ab mein lake ke us side kaise jaun!!! Fir use ek boat dikhti hai aur woh us boat me baith ke lake mein se us side jaane lagta  hai... Toh woh boat mein baith ke ek rhyme gaata hai... Kaunsi Rhyme gaata hai?
Me & Gabbu together: "Row Row Row your boat, gently down the stream, merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream"
Me: Fir, Purple rabbit hop hop karke ek hill ke paas pahunchta hai, wahaan woh dekhta hai ki Jack and Jill Paani bhar rahe hein...achanak Jack ka balance bighadta hai aur woh gir jaata hai..yeh dekh ke Purple rabbit kaunsi rhyme gaata hai?
Gabbu: "Jack and Jill went up the hill, to fetch a pail of water, Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after"
Me: Rgt! Fir Purple rabbit thoda aur aage jaata hai..toh usko ek wall pe ek egg dikhta hai... toh rabbit sochta hai, usse baat kar lun... Toh woh Rabbit us egg ko bolta hai.."Egg, Egg Tumhaara naam kya hai?" Lekin Rabbit jor se bolta hai na, toh woh egg darr jaata hai and uska balance bighadta hai and woh gir jaata hai... Toh fir Purple rabbit kaunsi Rhyme gaata hai?
Gabbu: Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
             Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
             All the kings men and all the kings horses
            Could not put humpty dumpty together again.
Me: Snoring....
Gabbu: Maimmen (her style of maasi), aage sunao...(Shaking me vigourously)
Me: fir kuch nahi, raat ho jaati hai, aur purple rabbit waapas moon pe chala jaata hai... aur so jaata hai..ab aap bhi so jao...
5 mins of silence... during which I sleep.
Gabbu: Maimmen.... Yeh sabka balance kyun Bigad jaata hai?




Monday, January 17, 2011

Turning 27

Turning 30….
Nathan Bradford taught me to never start a Query letter with a rhetoric question and now I am implementing his suggestion nearly everywhere, so even when I wanted to start this post with a question…I ended up writing three lines of nonsense… So what the heck… here it goes…
·         At what age, do we start drawing parallels in our lives, while watching cinema?
I mean seriously, it started with “Aisha” continued to “Break ke Baad” and now “Turning 30”.  Another Question:
·         Is Indian Cinema finally catching up with the pulse of modern, urban India or am I searching for an escape?
So why the parallels? Aisha is a story of 2 close gfs and one thinks she can rule over the life of other, as if she is the know-all, until Banker Richie Rich Abhay Deol puts sense into her! (Ahem… Ahem!! ) Anyway, finally she apologises to her friend and alls well. (I am still waiting for my apology BTW).
“Break ke Baad” had an unconventional Deepika seeing a conventional Imraan. I identify with Deepika, minus the Imraan.
And Turning 30, well in d first plc it has a single Indian woman on the wrong side of 25. And she has 2 close gfs again, and then she gets published ;-)! That’s about it. When I caught the promos on TV, I was only impressed by Gul Panag, I really like that girl, apart from her, nothing caught my attention, not the trying-to-be-hip-but-totally-not dialogues, not the music, not the pink. But still like a true movie buff I went and I enjoyed.
So what exactly was the plot:
In one line : Indian SATC, somehow Bollywood lacks creativity when it comes to chicklit.
Aisha was a chick flick copied from Jane Austen, and 30, in an effort to modernise, targets SATC, so you’ve a lead character turning 30, who openly smokes and drinks (when did addiction started being a sign of urbanisation?), her 2 frds, out of which one is a lesbian (what creativity!) and a married lady who gets pregnant because her husband is cheating on her (Some logic!). Coming back to the lead character, she gets dumped by her spineless bf in the first half, as he decides to go for an arranged marriage to settle the troubles of his parents! And then its Panag’s lone journey “in discovering herself” which she does, by getting published!
Simple Plot with everything thrown in the right amount and a final “Will you marry me” scene for the tadka of old fashioned.
Before I lose the plot, everyone has to find oneself, and everyone does sooner or later, U meet some, u lose some, U get hurt and U move on. Everyone thinks my life is unique, but everyone discovers, it’s the same old story sooner or later. As I discovered, during the bonding sessions I had with an old (I mean not old in age, but old in the sense, my old job) colleague, during Lunch. It’s the same old story. Period.
What matters at the end of the day, is the thoughts one gets between the time u hit the sack and the time sleep engulfs u. If the thoughts are happy, it’s a happy life. If not, find the reason and act! (ok I need to stop sounding Chopraish!)  But seriously, the saddest existence is when U cry yourself to sleep and then there are different gradients to that lowest point and the moment  that starts to happen, its time to change your life for better..as SRK said.. “Hum ek hi baar jeete hein…” So point is, U cannot fool yourself, so start living life where u turn back at each passing day feeling happy! So yeah, the parallels stop after the 3 hrs in theatre after that it’s a big U turn and a straight road, turning many times to reach home where reality is waiting (hehe.. I just described the route from Esquare to my home ;-))
And that reality you gotta face with a smile :-)

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Winter Solistice

A brand new way, for the first post of the year.

Winter Solistice

I took a few strides anchored,
On the heels of my seude boots,
The winter chill turning me inward,
Down to the chill of my roots.

The cold, contracted corners,
Of my callous, craving heart
Still searching for mourners
For its being slowly ripped apart.

No one in sight, as I walk alone,
A loner, caught in my karma
With a thousand of my sins to atone.

The warmth eludes me,
As I swing to the extreme,
Longing to be pulled back
To fulfill a loner's dream.
Waiting for my sun, to embrace me again,
To make me feel wanted, to keep me sane.

Its always the coldest
At a Winter solistice,
When the sun is the farthest,
And I fail to realise,
I need to be the strongest
And fight all the lies.
The sun is my anchor,am tethered to its end.
Its gonna accept me as I am 'unbend'
.

------------(c) Dixy Gandhi