A humming word

Shah rukh khan outdoes himself in every movie.  I am a perennial fan who loves and lives by his word. Perhaps the movie 'The Fan' was for idiots like me.  And My Name is Khan is a perfect example of the prowess of each of the actors. Read about the movie plot here. But the movie 'The Fan' also has a powerful message: Fan Banna hai toh kuch banke dikhao  <if you want to be a fan, "be something" first> That hit me very hard. Once upon a time, a recruiter asked me: What are you, without your 'books' 'your family' 'your technology'  I replied: nothing.  Yes, i am a 'nothing'  I will be a 'nothing'  I am a 'voice' and that will recur everytime,  a kalki koelchin or an Indira Gandhi or a Menaka Gandhi needs it. Every time my mentors from different faiths: Mujeeb Bhai.  Paresh Masade Sanjeev Abhiram  Raj Kumar Kasi Cousins. Parents.  Jaishree Israni Suchi  Preeti  Shruti  Sonal ...

Why the f**k should we decorate Mathura? Your women spilled their menstrual blood over the pages of my recycled notebook. The notebook was stitched by a beggar stung by a venomous snake from the Himalayas. It forgot to wear its underwear and thought that the sole of my beggar man was something it could 'take' the women in your life have taken - you have taken the innocence of the naive pandavas and quenched the thirst of draupadi; you took the naivety and fooled around Subhadra and made her a pawn in the historical downfall of the kauravas who were so many in number that their own parents forgot what the eff did they do to deserve them? your rules were set - you misused Karna - felony. crime. betrayal. you called it feminism and painted the battlefield with blood and built buildings and then left it to rot. The riots in your city were quenched by the samadhi of my brotherhood and the undying love of your people. Why the f**k should we celebrate your 'ashtami'? ...

/bhagat/ the ink of your pen is now smeared onto the pages of my city kisna, radha are now trekking, taking a hike, relaxing and are performing yoga.. Come Bhagat, Let us Make Men and Lions Leaders

We make choices as per the changes in our life. we, as immigrant have to be vigilant of the surrounding predators.. Be it predators and/or prey.  We can be neither. Milwaukee and Waukesha has taught me that life is beyond relations and beyond all blood and water. It is about the emotion that: your space is yours. My space is mine.  Perhaps, I would have been blabbing about had I not met my husband, Raj Kumar. I would have been speaking about my life in tongues had I not met the Waukesha Open Poetry Group. Had I not met Jillian or Marley, who spoke to me despite their insecurities. Camaraderie? Companions?  Who are we – in the larger spaces of our life? Lost? When Pluto was demoted, poets like Gulzar and Paresh, my friend were shattered. We felt like why the ‘fuck’ should a planet be demoted? Why are we ‘feeling’ so much? Why are we thinking so much?

How does it feel when you go to your deepest fear and you overcome it? For me, fear can be sometimes good. Many times when I was successful, it was because I had a feeling of fear to lose. In other words, I hate losing. I hate losing more than I like winning. There is a difference. But sometimes, your fears dominate/hinder your confidence, your passion and your goals. This is where I think, we need to take a step and over come it. Early this summer, I decided to do something about my fears. I know what it is going to be. So I made my appointment with that thing! Those 7 days waiting for that thing, was Ike 7 years. I felt like time was running slow. All kinds of fears was building up. Thoughts of giving up too, occasionally. I was more convinced about myself - how many times I re-thought, re-calculated and many re’s before I wanted to do something big, something different.   Yet, I wanted to do it.   The day arrived. It was a fresh morning(even though I...

“Education is supposed to juice your curiosity, not diminish your curiosity.” – Walter Isaacson isn't that true? Life is what we make it. we, Indians, are inscrutable yet we are tough on the core. we may be a bore and we maybe too idiotic, neurotic, beastly and monastic. but we are 'indian' we sit on the floor and wear ghaghras to art museums; we wear skirts to bars and dance with our 'poola jada' (i dont) and wear ghungroo in any nation. we love to speak and we love to eat. give us a bunch of fruits, a couple of movies and friends and we are done for the day. we celebrate. we celibate. we love. we like. we never hate.

/sorry for spoiling the walls of the wall of a gender neutral virtual nation/ /thank you for gifting me a husband who is now a mother and a protector/ /Ma and her lap are the pillows of my dreams and light the lamp of my cold heart/ /i skip and hop through the city that likes me and find my spoilt laid back bratty city in it/ /we had mohalla and colony and gullies and ‘aage se left’ or ‘aage Se right’/ /we did not know where south of Hyderabad is our directions were two houses after Satish uncle’s Kirana stores where we bought candies for 25 paise and he slept like a log while we waited for him to open the shop in the noon/