life's a kick

He has completed 4 revolutions around the sun, but he can rattle off names of more than 40 cars in a go. Stuff I can’t even do after my 29! It’s another matter that Mercedes becomes ‘Mul-shi-deesh’ and Hummer ‘Hummal’. He is preceded by a sister 5 years older than him, who is beginning to enter the I-know-all age. When her mother, a lady you can’t take for a ride at any rate, tries to admonish her, the not-so-little one retorts with half fear, half pride, and an ada to put Kareena Kapoor to shame – she jerks her head, rolls her eyes, twists her mouth and swishes her hand as she says, ‘sapne mein’. It’s condescension to kill for. Imagine you are at work and your boss is ventilating about deadlines. Say that to him and he’ll be knocked out twenty spaces ahead! Devam Godara and Sahima Singh are my sister’s two offsprings. They would, however, love to believe my sister is theirs. With Sahima’s extra years of experience with mother earth and mother Rashmi Singh Godara, she’s ...

From the sinuous labyrinths of memory from the dark, tantalising track out comes a sting in the eye clutching my heart, when you come back i know you know it just as well the void you left - deep and black it floods with light, laughter and love i end up in pieces, when you come back i'm lying, it's a pretence, i so admit it's strategy to live, it's plain tact for how can someone who never went away a permanent resident, ever come back

“Listen, don’t cry…I agree what happened is horrible, but don’t let it get to you so deep that it disturbs you to this extent”, said a friend over phone, concern clouding his voice. But I could not. I still can’t. Ever since I understood rape, I’ve never been able to ‘take it easy’. I’ve taken it rather hard, sledgehammer hard. I remember when I was very young, some age in school, when I comprehended the meaning of rape. The first emotion was that of intense anger. Of mad outrage that sent me into fits of savage tears. Of blinding humiliation. ‘I’d much rather be killed than raped’, I would think. Overwhelmed with a shudder of shame, the utter loss of face. Gang rapes terrified me. The very idea of a girl set against a group…was so so unsettling that rape news jangled my nerves for weeks and months. That a man, or worse still, a group of men, should gratify themselves by such use of force on an unwilling girl – the extreme inhumanity of this act, the total disregard of a woman’s p...

When you watch a ballet, you understand what ‘breathtaking’ means. It means that the air leaves your lungs, and does not return, because your body is too busy assimilating the enormity of its experience. Ballet is an art in weightlessness. The dancer is a feather on stage, lifting her weight off the floor even before she has landed. Her body is unbelievably flexible. She can turn it, unturn it, twist it, bend it, lift it, throw it, collapse it – all with the same ease of a smooth hosepipe. You might have seen countless ballet pictures, but none of them, no matter how well taken, can ever make you travel the distance between the photo and the act. It is only when your jaw drops, when your hands rise in applause but halt midway, because you can’t afford to disturb what the eyes are absorbing, that you realise what ballet is. I was expecting a great show when i went to watch the Russian "Bolshoi" Ballet and Marinsky and Mikhailovsky Theatres, as part of festival of Rus...

Pump up the adrenaline tighten your grip clench your jaw see not the opponent's skin for the colour of blood is red rush it to your head. re-define resilience BLEED yourself target the brink. surpass it. Abandon Caution. Worship Aggression. Chase Passion. have no mercy love extremes. FOCUS. you were born to live these chosen moments. redeem your life. Fight. Fury. Slit. Sweat. Temper. Tears. Push beyond reason. Be mad. When you play the game, give it your ALL.

More than the weight of your amazing body thrust lovingly on mine... more than the moist caress of your closed lips on the valley of my bosom... more than the hungry search of your fingers from my head to toe... more than the gaping brush your mouth filling crevices of my being... more than the biting-squeezing-tearing hurry of frenzied love... more that the shocking thwack of flesh setting alight delicious flames on my body... more than the near vindictive kiss with my head turned wild in your grip... more than the playful roll of your tongue on my melting burning ear... I love the sweet lingering smell of your sweat rubbed off on my skin for i end up crazy, mad, possessed besotted with myself, enamored within.

Only yesterday i chanced upon the wellspring of my life only yesterday i set eyes on the darling of my life he asks me what i derive from just looking at him my lips part in answer in silence my eyes brim i run my palms through his hair and hold him tight to my chest he's that one rain i pine for in him i find love, in his arms, i rest.