Psychedelic Slippers

The counter is ticking away The beloved twenties… are fading There are too many things too hold to seal, to freeze Spurting out of control Vaporizing. All you are left with, is a whiff Mixed odours, sweet, pungent, soothing, heavy You wish it were possible to trace them back into their whole’s You wish life didn’t change its meaning, not now, Not when it already feels like its falling apart Not when it feels like you are going down the coaster You are falling, You hold your breath to catch a glimpse And before you know, it has changed Its changing, you are falling. Falling forward. ~~found this stashed somewhere in the documents.

An accidental movie plan led me to search for Fanny. Finding Fanny took me home to the tiny offroads lined with fields, the riversides, the grilled wooden facades, the Three Kings church. There are some neatly done pieces esp Dimple Kapadia's "Ot" and "Poperly" in the first few minutes of the movie, but then the consistency to stick to the accent is lost over time. I wish atleast one actor in any movie would get the Konkani accent right, I wonder if its that difficult, coz in many places, the konkani conversations feel like they are read off a script (They aren't too long, just one or two lines strewn here and there). The characters are regional stereotypes, but Pankaj Kapur breaks out of it and sounds no where like Don Pedro. Deepika Padukone maintains her angelic divinity throughout the movie, (and yes she didn't get on my nerves). The movie transports you to another time, where time ceases to be. Its like those Amol Palekar movies of yore. T...

Seven long years in blogistan... its amazing to look back at the archives and see how i have evolved. How focuses change and how the size of my "world" pulsates in time. The posts may have dwindled over time, may be the rants have reduced, but i'm glad to have this space still up and running after all these years. To everyone who has been a part of this blog, (knowingly and unknowingly), thank you for the footprints. And a big hug and a thank you to all my readers for the love, likes and comments. ~ ~ Bubblez

Many years ago, a male friend quoted, “a girl/woman in a relationship is somehow more attractive to other guys”.  I didn’t really give a thought to it then, it could have been well merely his opinion. But what with guys liking girls who are already with someone else (and vice versa) I thought it wasn’t as simple as that. At a broader, abstract level, we as social creatures, seek conformity in our actions, a kind of acceptance. We are more willing to conform to something that has been already accepted. More than often we conform to social codes, rules, without questioning them because they already have some acceptance for them. We tend to believe that anything that has been accepted should be worth accepting. The other way of looking at it, and this one’s a personal favourite, is the Damsel-in-Distress Syndrome. Okay, there’s no such syndrome really, and I came up with the name, but it fits. So a couple of years ago, I had this friend who thought a girl was driving him nut...

Its five years since graduation. Five long years, since we walked into the real world. I look back with awe at all the years gone by. We start off with dreams, almost everyone does. Just out of college and you are ready to take on the world, or so you think. You are looking for a story, an awesome incredible story that you can write and call your own. There is naïvete in the way we perceive life to be, in the hope, in the promises we hope to keep. There is a longing to be together. The tears are fresh, and so is the pain of separation. We haven’t hardened to those ideas yet. We believe miles are only numbers. We keep in touch. We write love notes on walls and pledge together forever. Slowly that flame withers, and life takes over. Some of us toe the line, get a job, get settled, get married; the others still wander, searching for forever. Then you chance across a photograph, a video, an anecdote, that friend you bump into the café, that autographed t-shirt stashed in a long f...

Then, we were butterflies, insouciant,oblivious, free wreathed in flight on winged desires Now, you have perfected time travel, (it appears) a butterfly crawling back in its cocoon and I'm filling the void with ashes feigning faith in Phoenixes

You were naive to think, love would be easy or that, i'd make it any easier or that it'd be a picture perfect romance (glittering stars, silent night et al ) and you are naive today to think, i'd make it any easier, now.