Friday, 1 February 2013

Flirting With Fate


*A real MUST READ after such a long tenure*

As the topic goes, Flirting With Fate, the novel gets its meaning in entirety of how fate pays back for the flirt one plays with it. Sometimes we do things, that we feel are unnoticed by the beings around us, and we think if we don't get caught, it means we are not committing crime. But the novel tells us how and in what manner are we penalized in the same birth, on the same earth.

I personally thoroughly enjoyed this page-turner Crime-thriller, Flirting with fate. The basic and distinguishing attribute has been the narration of story and events. The book does complete justice to its words, situations, characters. My personal favorite character throughout the book has been Fluffy. The specie portrayed with the required sense of humor and love. And yes, I liked the characters oh Aslam Bhai and Sunita as well, ofcourse for their loyalty and compassion. Besides, let the mysteries be unfolded at each edge as you read it. Without wasting a single day, go and grab Preeti Singh mam's this World of Words and experience the change by yourself. A real MUST PRESERVING in the collection.

Wednesday, 30 January 2013

So this it... The poem weaved by me which got selected to be published in the next edition of INFINITY magazine...! :)

                        LIFE MUST GO ON

The serene tune which besots our heart,
the monstrous fire which burns the corps,
the world will keep on moving with dart,
oh man, just sing the song of life on horse.

The life should never stop.
The life must go on.

The sun provokes the water,
to become clouds and give us life props,
and the air keeps on unfolding and scatter,
the youth of fluttering green crops.

And thus it becomes a full circle.
The life must go on.

The veil of a new bride blazons her beauty,
the babies will be born again,
the anklet of mother cherishes her duty,
and their bleat will horn again.

In all this hustles and twists and turns,
the life must go on.
The life must go on...!                                                                                                                      

  © Pratham Devang

Saturday, 25 August 2012


              What’s happening in our country these days? Communal riots everywhere. Why in Assam, why in Bareily, why in Bangalore, why in Mumbai? Even Amar Jawan Jyoti lost its respect. Why? Why are Indians from North-East are being threatened that they are fleeing cities like Pune, Bangalore, Hydrabad? Even Buddha statue in Lucknow was not spared apart. Why?
             It’s high time now. Think. Communal violence is raising its head again. And this time, I suppose it’s even worse than Babri Masjid controversy of early 90s.
             And what the government is doing? They are trying to evade taking responsibility of this chaos by blaming Pakistan. Is Pakistan really responsible for this? Think..!
             In contrast, the false visuals of Muslims being tortured and killed in Assam and Myanmar are the crop of Pakistan and spread across India through social networking.
             They may be true. But the real question is: Do that justifies the public rape of lady constables, to harm the Amar Jawan Jyoti, mercilessly attacking people from North-East? Think..!
             My Muslim brothers, you are living in a secular country. INDIA..! Why are you all getting so much hyper over the harassment of Muslims in Myanmar? Where was every concerned soul when Buddhist girl was being raped? When her people were killed?
             Instead, why not protesting against miseries of Muslims in Syria?  Why not saying anything against the slaughtering of Shias in Pakistan? Why is Kasaab still alive? Why certain Muslim NGOs are supporting him? Why Muslims had demonstrated against the execution of Osama-Bin-Laden? Wasn’t he an international terrorist?
             The point of even more concern is that, is there any shortage of real problems that Muslims face in India, while they remain one of the most economically marginalised sections of the society?
             There is no shortage of blindly Hindu supporting wings and groups in India and they are now shouting out loud that Muslims are more concerned about their religion than the country. The followers of hatred of all communities sow thorns and poor innocent people become victims.
              Muslim leaders have always provoked Indian Muslims to stand solidarity with world-wide Muslims. Okay, it’s perfectly fine. But when you keep doing this, and keep silent when other communities face the same harassment, then that’s not done. You are truly portraying yourself as communal.
              And also it is incorrect to keep on repeating that Islam is in danger. It’s almost the greatest religion of the whole world. Probably, not a single country in the whole world is there where the population has actually declined. And a sad fact has come to front that a huge number of Muslims are being killed over the matters of faith and religion by their own fellow Muslims.
            It’s all the dirty politics, the fact being that so called secular parties is more eager in continuing the exploitation of Muslims as vote-banks. And the so-called Muslim leaders continue to fill Indian Muslims as being separate and portraying them as victims. Now Indian Muslims should say a stern NO to these purveyors of victimhood.
            I strongly believe that these so-called Muslim leaders should pay more attention to issues which are really meant to be concerned about like education, employment, economic security, and health and sanitary.
              I agree to the fact that in India, all the marginalised and weaker sections are treated badly, whether it be Muslims, Dalits, Tribals or poor farmers. So my Muslim brothers, please don’t fall prey to this wrong propaganda that only Muslims are being discriminated. The answer to your burning questions can only be Empowerment. And empowerment can only be brought through EDUCATION. South Indian Muslims are better than North Indian ones, financially, just because of this reason only. Imagine a Muslim revolution in demand of better educational facilities. Wouldn’t that be a sight?
             My dear Muslim brothers, OUR India is an ever embracing, though ofcourse, with its woes. So when you fight, then also fight for the REAL causes of concern like poverty, illiteracy, unemployment etc, and also for the same, get unite with other weaker and marginalised sections and make a real common front rather than a religious front that spreads aggressive threats. It’s now time to decide where you are and where you want to go.
 With love and regards to my Muslim brothers
From the pen of a Secular Indian.
Love you all..!

Saturday, 12 May 2012


                  And I don't have any grudges, any complaints or reproach from you what-so-ever. I  know you must be wondering 'why' after whatever happened between us.

               I've my reasons.

               Yes I was devastated. Yes I was shattered. My eyes were desolated of dreams, my heart was a haunted house.

                But when it's all blind, love was always kind. Yes, it does offers reasons to leave life, but the same it does to live life.

                I never stopped loving you. You were always with me, in me. Not a single hour of these eight months passed when I didn't think of you, when i didn't feel you, when I didn't fall in love, even more.

                So what if you were no where found, you were always in me. Whenever I ride my bike, I feel you in the breeze going into my lungs. Whenever i drink juice, I feel you exchanging the glasses. Whenever I smoke, you share it with me. Whenever I made pegs, i felt you snatching the bottle and gulping it neat. Whenever I'm insomniac, I hug my pillow and feel you cuddling me cozy. Whenever I see cartoon movies, I hear your "Aw's". Whenever the door opens, I hear you paws. Whenever I hear Rihanna/Shakira, I see you swaying your body in the most provocative possible way. Whenever I come across naughty fat kids, I see you teasing them. Whenever my phone rings, I assume it's you. Whenever I see couples, you clutch my arms. Whenever my lips are dry, I feel you sloppy ones on them. Chocolates are always special as they went from mouth to mouth. And yeah, not to reveal though, but whenever I'm horny, I feel you raising my testosterone taking me higher into fantasies. You are always so near while cherishing our cherished Enrique's songs. I've trapped those wonderful times somewhere in my heart. Yes I have. I find you in my every smile and tear.


                            You know, I used to feel 'yuck' when you sipped black coffee. But now I love it coz I feel your aroma in its vapours. Same goes with curd and butter-milk.

                          After you left me, I'd stopped eating chicken coz you were strictly vegetarian and I was pathetic non-veg. But once it happened, I ate it again on friend's extreme insistence and swears and guess what, I loved it coz I again heard your browbeats for being an animal, a demon. And since then, I never thought of leaving it again as it connects me with you.

                             It was after you left, i learned to feel the music, the nature, the rain, the birds, the sky and the divine rhythm within. In quest of searching you, I found myself.
                             And you ask me to find someone and fall in love again??

'Love'! Is it that easy to find someone? Sorry, but I can't do it just because you want me to. It has to happen on its own accord. It has to hit us; make us spin topsy-turvy. Just like it did when I met YOU, when you met ME. Whatever happened between us, it was beautiful. I like this pain. This pain made me a better person (I suppose).
                          Yes, at times it pains. Then what helps is shedding of few tear or a few bottles of beer. I learned to revelry on the boulevard of broken dreams. And still I'm learning. And i never lost hope.

                                                             Ajeeb daastaan hai ye,
                                                             kaha shuru kaha khatam,
                                                             ye manzile hain kaun si,
                                                             Na vo samajh sake na hum......
                          I got separated from you, for you. So that you can be with the one you wanted then. But I never stopped loving you. When you were with me, then I loved you. When you decided to leave, then too I loved you. When I tried hardest and begged you to come back, then too I loved you. When your fate annoyed; you suffered extreme trauma, grief and mourning, and I led out my hand to hold you, then too I loved you. When you got together with someone else.......... then too.*sigh*. When things got worst between us and we even lost communication, then too I loved you. I experienced a new form of love altogether, The Unconditional One. And still today I love you, with every broken piece of my heart........ Truely madly deeply.

                         I can go on writing this on and on but I've to sum it up, coz you may feel drowsy if someday you read this. So in the end all I would say is,,

                                                             I loved you then,
                                                             I love you still,
                                                             I always have,
                                                             I always will,
                                                             till the end of sun's flame,
                                                             for 'YOU BEING THE DEAREST PART OF ME.......
                                                    the asset of your name'
                                                             :) :)


Wednesday, 30 November 2011



                          "Hey, did u heard, they broke up.."

We often come across such gossips. Such shallow gossips.
           Today I just wanna ask those gossipers, is this really a point of gossip? Do they ever realize what that person is going through? Do they really know what a heartbreak is like? I wonder "no". They dont.

            I'll tell them what a heartbreak is.
            I'll them because I know what it is.

            I've felt the piercing of it right into my heart.

            They think that heartbreak is just an emotional dejection.

            But its more than that. Much more than that.

            Love is the cause of heartbreak. Love is a feeling which cant be defined and nor does one can measure its extent and boundaries. It can only be felt. And when we talk of passionate love i.e a chemistry and compatibility between two individuals of different sexes, its amplitude even more vastens.

            Passion , desires, promises , dreams , expectation , dedication and commitment are feelings which dont require an invitation. They just creep in when one one is in love. Life becomes beautiful. Like a bliss. The person starts to feel happier than ever.

            But what happens next.? What happens when you get abused by a heartbreak?

            When you loose someone you love, you loose the relationship, you loose the love, you loose the purpose of all your above mentioned feelings, you loose your smile, you loose your happiness, you loose yourself, you loose the need of doing those simple, stupid, idiotic, caring, things that used to bring a smile on your loved one's face. That smile which was like heroine or brown sugar to you and you were deeply addicted to it. Getting over this addiction is as difficult as swimming across atlantic.

                          "Zindagi pe tera mera kisi ka na zor hai,
                           hum sochte hain kuch vo saali sochti kuch aur hai.."

              "Life is all about expecting unexpected". "Ye saali zindagi." Things never go as we want them to. Heartbreak happens, what-so-ever the reason may be. This ill fate changes us for all the rest of our coming lives. The means of our lives gets altered altogether.

               Rejection hurts. It hurts like hell. It makes us feel really incomplete. The part that completed you have left by far. We feel shattered all over. We feel chocked, not even able to breathe. The pieces of broken dreams pierce into our own eyes. We get battered blue all. An ocean of sorrow, anguish and distress afflicts to engulf us deep.

               Heartbreak creates a barrier between us and life. Pessimism creeps in. All is visible is darkness all around. This even prevents us from feeling and experiencing life. We dettach ourself from society and every social thing. We withdraw. We dont want anyone around.

               The pain is intolerable. Really it is. So much so that it leads to a stage of depression. A deep ache erupts like a volcano. The ache longing for the past.

               Our normal routine life is bound to change. We even omit the basic needs of life like food and sleep. We loose our appetite. Nights go sleepless in their thoughts. You start to face insomnia and nightmares with open eyes. We shed gallons of tears. We cry a lot. We cry so often. Eyes are always wet and red. We cant think anything else. Thoughts keep going back to our ex, to the breakup. Their face will never be off our eyes. All such questions like "What they said? What they promised? Why it all happened?" will be popping in our minds every single moment. And you feel lonely. This feeling of lonliness and emptyness is so intense that you start to believe hopeless and ultimately alcohol abuse is on the cards.

                Inception to belief that you cant live without them evolves. You dont have any future and your heart being smashed into thousand pieces. 
                You stay stunned. Shocked, as if land slid from beneath your feet. And you not able to digest the whole situation. Denial. You dont want to accept what just happened. You deny the reality. And then, you commence suffocating due to this suffering, guilt and unbearable pain.

                 You regret. You regret of your shattered unfulfilled desires. As if you just woke in the middle of a beautiful dream. You regret all your emotions, love and care you invested. You regret the lashing of unspoken emotions.
                  Your character changes altogether. You get befog into anger, frustration, vaxation, humiliation and isolation. Everything goes hand in hand. You dont understand whats going on. Everything seems so chaotic. You ask hundred of questions to yourself for your loss and grief. Your ex left these questions for you without any answers to them.

                  Some people even perceive suicidal tendancies as they cant bear this pain anymore. Its fucking fatal. Yes it is. 

                          Is heartbreak more painful than heart attack?      

                  Yes they are. Heart attack is a pain of just a few moments. Then the person either goes unconscious or they die. But in case of heart break, its altogether different. The person dies from within as if their soul passed away. They die bit by bit. They die every passing moment. They die in installments. They cant help it. And its much more painful than a heart attack. 

                  But its not right to give your life for such a person. Life is a bliss. A beautiful gift of nature. And anyway, they are not worth of giving life for.

                  But what else can we do? How to survive? How  to overcome? These questions are like torture for the victim. I do have a little idea.

                          "They say love is just a game,
                            they say time can heal the pain.."

                  Do time really heals? Do time really relieves the soreness of the wounds? Yes it does.

                  Just give yourself a bit time. Forgive. I know its really hard to do. But its for your own good. I believe, Forgiveness is the best punishment ever. And it would lighten your own burden off your soul. Forgive and forget.

                  Get involved with friends. Spend Quality time with them.Try to have a little fun.It really helps. Find someone that would make you feel needed, appreciated and loved. Its all bollywood rubbish that love happens just once. Love is one's need. And it would happen again. You just need to give yourself a chance. An opportunity. But yes, magnitude and amplitude of this love may not be same as before. But at the end , its life and we are ought to make certain compromises. Enjoy your new life with them. Love them. Open all the closed doors and windows of your heart. Let the love , live again there.

                  But footprints of the person, on your heart , who trampled it will always remain.
                            "Wounds may heal with time,
                             but their marks will remain always.."

Sunday, 27 November 2011

ROCKSTAR.. Flawed but fab..

Yeh bada jaanwar hai. Yeh chhote pinjre mein nahi samayega.'
Indeed, Ranbir Kapoor  is not an everyday occurrence. He's proved himself to be more than a portfolio and a surname with his absolutely marvelous ability to connect with the audience in a brand new skin each and every time. And that he's accomplished this in merely four years and 9 films is no mean feat..

In the film, Ranbir Kapoor is advised that to be a true-blue artist and a real rockstar he has to experience pain, which will come through heartbreak. If we go by this theory, most audiences of this film will walk out of the hall as rockstars, since the movie will largely leave them heartbroken. But for heartbreak, it is imperative to fall in love first and that's exactly what director Imtiaz Ali does. He starts off the film on a promising note and just when you fall in love with the amazing first half, the narrative nosedives with a stagnant second half.

So you have the naive Janardhan Jakhar (Ranbir Kapoor) who aspires to be a rockstar like Jim Morrison. His yearning for heartbreak gets him close to Heer (Nargis Fakhri), as they bond over soft-porn cinema and country liquor. Soon after, the girl is married off to some NRI, the boy is thrown out of his house, he seeks solace in a dargah and next you know he's a singing sensation rechristened as Jordan.
A foreign tour reunites him with Heer and their passive passion rekindles until Jordan is obsessed with her. What follows is another tribute to Devdas or rather Dev.D with the neurotic, lovelorn protagonist unable to get over his mixed emotions and confused definition of love. But that's not all as the plot meanders to culminate into an undesired arena of Erich Segal's Love Story.
Imtiaz Ali is known for his old-wine-in-new-bottle brand of cinema. Rockstar is very much engaging as far as it is in that familiar territory, where the director adds a refreshing touch to the regular romance drama. The casual chemistry that he induces between the lead pair through their wacky and eventful escapades has its moments of charm. The passion-play between them when they reunite after years is spontaneous, smoldering and yet tastefully achieved. Their reunion is also faintly reminiscent of the Jab We Met reunion, where the character-conduct is reversed with the burbling boy now trying to make the gloomy girl's life more exciting. And like Love Aaj Kal, Imtiaz Ali kick-starts the film with a montage song highlighting select significant sequences from the entire film.
But beyond that when the director ventures into uncharted zone, the narrative loses track. While one can still overlook the Dev.D influenced intoxicating attitude of the proceedings (which you can somehow attribute to the convoluted rockstar protagonist), the subsequent terminal illness conflict takes the film towards an unwelcome and undefined end. After an interesting graph to the narrative in the first half, the story almost turns stationary in the second half. The screenplay seems stretched and gets monotonous with repetitive media-bashing scenes and flashback shots of what has been already served to you.

Another problem with the plot is that it is neither a standalone story about the rise-of-an-underdog who becomes the biggest rockstar nor is it merely a love story with a rockstar backdrop. The director somewhere attempts to correlate the rockstar's rise with his romance but isn't able to achieve that impeccably. In fact the original one-liner plot with which the movie starts (a painful heartbreak gets out the real artist inside you) goes for a complete toss by the end. One can never clearly perceive when Jordan's heart is broken in the assorted scheme of events and that's where the film loses objectivity.

The storytelling pattern of the film is needlessly intricate for a simple romance-drama genre. While it is very much linear, the frequent use of multiple montages can have you confused. Initially the montages aid brisk storytelling but subsequently there are so much of them that it gets puzzling. Editing the film would surely have been a difficult task. Anil Mehta's cinematography is brilliant as he captures the beauty of Kashmir, Italy and Delhi with panache. AR Rahman's wide range of music has numbers which are instantly infectious (Sadda Haq) and others that take time to grow on you.

If Rockstar keeps you engaged even after you have given up on the story by the end, it is only because of Ranbir Kapoor. From his innocence in the opening reels to his arrogance in the climax, Ranbir breathes life into Jordan and keeps you riveted. Whether he adlibs his songs, gives a dance-tribute to Shammi Kapoor or dictates the concert crowd, Ranbir gives cent percent to his character. How much ever you try to ignore, but Nargis Fakhri fervently reminds of Katrina Kaif through her looks, acting, lip movements (and seemingly also has the same voice dubbing artist). Nevertheless she is likeable and shares good chemistry with Ranbir. Kumud Mishra as Jordan's advisor-turned-manager is impressive. Aditi Rao Hydari is confident but marred by a short-lived character. Piyush Mishra makes for an animated-yet-interesting negative lead. And it's pleasing to see Shammi Kapoor is his last decent came

But at the end ,, Rockstar has been able to create a lasting impression on me. Its even inspirational. But how not mention the name of Mohit Chauhan. He has given life to every song of the movie. Thumbs up to him. 

The credit of the movie goes to Imtiaz Ali,, Ranbir Kapoor,, A.R. Rehman and Mohit Chauhan.. They all have rocked in their respective departments..

Overall the movie is "FLAWED BUT FAB".

Why this kolaveri di????

Why This Kolaveri Di ( English: Why this murderous rage, girl?) is a song from the upcoming Tamil movie "3", due to be released in 2012, composed by Anirudh Ravishankar. The song is penned and sung by popular Tamil movie star Dhanush (son-in-law of Rajnikant). A promo of this song was released on Youtube on 16th November 2011, and it instantly became viral on social networking sites for its quirky "Tanglish" (Tamil–English) lyrics. Soon, the song became the most searched Youtube video in India.

According to composer Anirudh Ravishankar, the director of the movie, Aishwarya Dhanush demanded a light-hearted fun song about love failure. He had come up with a tune in twenty minutes. Anirudh further recalled that, he was not aware of what mood Dhanush was in, for he [Dhanush] started singing in broken English and came up with this in 20 minutes.
As Dhanush says, it’s a song fit only for bathroom singers. Its simplistic and rustic beats make it more catchy to the commoner. Heartbreak is a phenomenon almost everyone can relate to. The song was initially leaked to the internet, and the makers, having noticed its popularity, decided to go for an official release.

The lyrics of this song is rather simple and is written in the easiest form of Tanglish, a mixture of Tamil and English. The lyrics portray the feelings of an average Indian boy, who has failed in love, or who has some problems with his girl.

"Yo boys I am sing song, soup song, flop song. Why this Kolaveri Kolaveri Kolaveri Di, Why this Kolaveri Kolaveri Kolaveri Di."

This song was initially leaked on the Internet, and the makers, having noticed its popularity, decided to go for an official release. The music video features the actor-playback singer Dhanush singing the song in AM Studios, and composer Anirudh at the piano, while Dhanush's wife Aishwarya Rajnikant who is the director of this movie and co-star Shruti Hasan watch along and give suggestions.

Upon release, the hashtaq #kolaveri topped the Indian trends in Twitter on the evening of 21 November 2011. Within 10 days of the video release, the song has more than 6.5 million views on YouTube. The video also saw a million shares on Facebook and trending continuously on Twitter. The song is also a hit among non-Tamilians as well due to the lyrics, which is partially Tamil and English.
On 24 November, the song became the first Tamil song to be premiered on a national music channel, MTV India on 24 November.

As we get more and more defined by our restless anger for country's political policies, someone should well turn around and ask us ‘Why this Kolaveri Di’? Mercifully, the Tamil hit song is a peppy, foot-thumping number, but the slang phrase often used by young people to diffuse the rage of an eternally grumpy friend in the group could well be what the doctor prescribed for the rest of us as well.

Take the recent assault on Union minister Sharad Pawar by a man who claimed to represent the public exasperation at corruption and rising prices, when he lunged forward and slapped the stunned leader. One would imagine that such an act of vigilantism would draw instant condemnation, no matter how critical one’s views may be on Pawar’s performance as the agriculture minister.

The utterly ambivalent response from the Anna Hazare team has been extremely worrying as well. Hazare — who first asked mockingly ‘just one slap?’ when told about the assault on Pawar and later condemned the assault — must pause to remember when his own colleague Prashant Bhushan was viciously beaten up for his remarks on Kashmir. Later, the main brains behind the campaign, Arvind Kejriwal, also found himself at the receiving end of a shoe-hurler. Then too, many of us were unambiguous in our condemnation. Disagreement of thought cannot and must not be expressed in a manner that crosses the bounds of civility and decency. Surely, Hazare and his team musn’t be selective about upholding that principle?

So in all these tensed politics,, this peppy number is giving sumthing to us to cheer about..
"Yo boys I am sing song, soup song, flop song. Why this Kolaveri Kolaveri Kolaveri Di, Why this Kolaveri Kolaveri Kolaveri Di."