Saturday 29 December 2012

I once dreamed about...

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

So, the year is about to end and as much as we want it to end on a positive note, there is a sense of failure and disgust in the general public. The rape victim, a girl in her early 20s has died in Singapore. Protests are on, government is taking all the wrong steps like shutting down the metro stations and lathi-charging peaceful protesters.

My post is dedicated to all the lessons that we can take into 2013. True that the state of affairs is sad and sorry but it's nice to know that we are still empathetic and awake. We didn't forget the incident in two days but channelized our rage into an enough is enough sort of movement. Even the girl who breathed her last must not have felt alone at her deathbed when the nation prayed for her. She has awakened the society by fighting on. The media too has done a commendable job this time by keeping the vigil alive and not letting the matter get trivialized in the corridors of politics.

So, here's to 2013,
here's to hope-

I once dreamed about her,
she was my only wish.
She jumped with joy seeing me,
she craved for my kiss.
She loved me endlessly,
and was never tired of the wait.
I loved her too, I called her,
whenever I got delayed.

She held my hand all through,
she smiled looking at me.
I looked at her and found life,
my eyes glittered with glee.
Her love made me stronger,
I could push myself more.
I worked harder, toiled in sun,
till my palm and feet were sore.

She kept me waiting sometimes,
she had promises to keep.
I waited patiently, to see her,
without her I wouldn't sleep.
She kept me awake at nights,
sometimes she got sick.
I held her tight, till I was around,
She needed no walking stick!

This love, this joy, this togetherness,
was all but my dreams.
I protested, I held candles,
but all I could hear was screams!

We love the freedom like it's our sweetheart but it still remains a dream. Here's a hope, a small wish that one day, she comes running to us. It's the feeling of not being afraid of anyone and it can come only through the right kind of attitude from within.


Make them Crave!

This post is a part of the 'Shave or Crave' movement in association with

This post is on behalf of my girlfriend. Thanks to her, I am a part of this movement too.

Here are a few tips--

This is how I achieved it with my guy! It's your turn ladies! Make them shave or crave!!

Saturday 22 December 2012

Write Over the Weekend (WOW) – Dec 21, 2012- A letter to a 10 year old.

A letter to a ten year old.

Place: Chhatarpur (MP)
Date: 15 February 1998

Happy birthday, kid. Here's wishing you loads of success and zero hardships!!

I'm writing to you because I know how much of a turmoil your life has been through and how much unrest have you been going through. I know everything. That broken remote control car is gone, India just lost another cricket match. Mathematics is getting tougher as we speak. It is saddening. 

That girl in the neighbourhood- What's her name? Deepali? You hate her, right buddy? Well, she keeps annoying you because she likes you. Don't ever let her tie that rakhi on your wrist. She doesn't know what she's doing but it's pretty stupid. Stop sitting near that cute female whose driver comes to drop her in an Ambassador car in the assembly. She is the devil. She'll make you do all her homework and won't even give a peck on your cheek as you might have fancied. Stay away from such girls in future too. Nevver evver chase these type of girls. She thinks you're a simpleton who can easily be fooled by the way.

That PC you've been asking your parents to buy, it's not the right time, kid. They're not in the financial condition to buy it. You'd anyway have no use for it. 

Why have you started sitting at the back benches? It's not good. You were a front bencher because, you had the confidence to answer questions. Now, you're getting complacent. You have to keep the competitive spirit alive. You have to learn to fight. So what if you don't like math? Don't develop a phobia, kid. You're awesome. You're a prodigy. If you focus more on math, you can opt for it in higher classes. Then, you can pursue physics which will be your favourite subject because of its sheer comprehensiveness. Otherwise you'd end up taking biology and eventually as a dentist. Do you want to be a dentist? 

Also, don't stop participating in competitions. Go to more camps, go socialize. You have to indulge yourself into extra-curricular activities too. Sports will give you leadership qualities, joining the cadets will teach you the art of survival.

Last minute cramming before exams might be fruitful but you'll hate it when you grow up and have no idea about what you studied in school. Cultivate good habits of reading and revising daily. Let others make fun of you. You have to grow up and be different.

Ok, enough preaching. I just want you to excel. I am sorry if I sounded more like a teacher. I actually care too much about who you become in the future; after all, I am "you" from the future. This is 22. 12 . 2012.


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Thursday 20 December 2012

To undo the rape

Much outrage has been created via facebook, whatsapp campaigns, water canons have been fired, street protests have been held but, nothing has helped eves from getting teased and molested all across the country. There is no unidirectional approach to curb this heinous crime against women.

Much has been written about the psyche, the attitude of the criminal; how the western culture is a bad influence on ours and how there should have been a slower transition towards modernity. The rift between the two Indias is noticeable and how we should speak up and spark the change.

Nobody however seems to think about how rape and sex are two totally different things. I have read and also believe that rape isn't mere sexual frustration. It's a direct form of physical violence with the prime agenda being establishing the supremacy over the other person. Males think of themselves as the higher, more powerful of the two genders and consider it to be the duty of the fairer sex to bow down to their order and whims. They learn this at their homes where mothers get slapped, elder sisters and bossed around by younger brothers, moral policing is the full-time job of uncles, aunts and even neighbours. This is not Indian culture. This is a culture that roots from male's ego. Female ego is an equally dangerous thing and leads to many crimes but this male ego is far more lethal because it has the support of those mothers, wives, daughters who bow down in front of it. Even the society approves of it. Not culture, the society. It comprises of people who have vested interests. People who make profit from their relations with the patriarch. The patriarch is the one running the business, making decisions, mixing in the society. His ego needs to be fed and  in the process, this whole set-up creates monsters who aren't as productive as the patriarch but have imbibed the values fed to them by the society.

If anyone can break this vicious circle, it's girls themselves. They need to take, nay, snatch the helm and start making decisions. They need to be united socially, not in an aggressive and feminist kind of a way but in a "sister, I have your back" kind of way.

The Khap needs female members who eventually dismantle the mechanism of producing more patriarchs. The arranged marriages need to be looked down upon by the society. The jobless, abusive males need to be discouraged from having an identity let alone "ego". Drinking and abusing need to be dissociated. Verbal abuse should be looked down upon by the society and not romanticized. No, Lord Ram cannot be our ideal now. He was a patriarch. We need a new mythical character, preferably male who can stand up to the society, not give in to the pressure and take an "agnee pariksha".

As far as my personal views about the punishment that should be given to the rapists, I think they are the apples that have gone horribly wrong. No scope of redemption. I think they should be first castrated, then kept in pain for a month and then hanged. Then their bodies should be put on display in the socially bankrupt societies of India. The patriarchs should have a conscience but now that things are so skewed, they first should have fear and then respect for women. Only then the next generations can have a better future.

I know it's just an angry rant but, I couldn't sit quiet!

Wednesday 19 December 2012

Desh ki hajamat

Shave or Crave!!

This post is a part of the 'Shave or Crave' movement in association with

Below are some real life experiences which have taken the "shave or crave" movement forward-


Me- Hey! Your face looks red today, is that some allergy?
She- It'd be better if I don't say anything!!
Me- Eh? What did I do?

*confused stare*

She- This is from your stubble, last night. How'd you like if I rub your face in sand and call it cuddling?
Me- Okay, okay. I got it!

He- This feels so right.
She- I always thought we were meant to be.
He- I have always waited for this moment.
She- Me too

*He leans in for a kiss*

She- Yeaaa... we're done here!!
He- But, wha.. I mean, what happned. Lis.. Listen!! Listen toh sahi!!


He leans into a kiss.
Finds a needle poking his upper lip!

He- OUCH!! What the hell, jana!?
She- Exactly.


It had been one years since they started dating. In the evening, he took her out, feeling all rugged and masculine in his stubble and she dressed seductively in her LBD. As a token of love, he had got her a dinner reservation at an upmarket restaurant. She too decided to surprise him.

He- I love you so much. Here.. *takes out a rose* This is to tell you how I feel when I kiss you.
She- Oooh by that logic, I too have something for you.
He- What is it babe?
She- *points to a cactus plant*


So guys, shave OR crave!! *shudders*

Friday 7 December 2012

Write Over the Weekend (WOW) – Dec 7, 2012 Last Tree Standing

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Hi there,

It hasn't been a fun week as I saw all my brothers getting felled and taken away for you humans' petty needs. I am lonely now in this bald, wretched forest but do not pity me, pity yourself. Pity yourself for what you've deprived yourself of, for the fate that is going to fall your way now, for years of suffering that you are going to bear. Yes, I am lonesome for now but I won't be for long, I will spread out my branches, give shelter to all sorts of creatures and be happily rooted here with my family. I might fall to your greed some day but I'll leave in peace, not gasping for fresh air, reaching out for water like you.

Please pardon my angry tone, I am from the country where Goutam Buddha attained eternal knowledge under the shadow of a tree, where trees are worshiped and respected and they too give back to the society. My branches are for your children to swing and lean with, my fruits are for you, my flowers are to decorate you and your Gods but my life is the only thing on which I thought I had some right. You need timber, you need land, we trees understand that and have allowed you to expand on mother earth as much as your need. But now greed is taking over need. You are taking more than you give. This deforested area is an example.

I know I am supposed to be all wise, patient and calm even in calamity. You must never have heard me in this scathing, loathsome and hurtful tone but you compelled me, son. Yes, I consider you as my child. Your cradle was made of my wood, the couch on which you sat through hours together was actually my lap. Your school desks and seats, your work cabin, everywhere you were in a cradle given by me. I gave, gave, gave but now, I give up!

As a father, I am disappointed and tired but as a fellow earthling, I am your brother with our mother being the planet Earth, I urge you to stop. Not for me, because I am anyway not going to last for long, neither are you, but her! She has to live. She has to give birth and she has to witness her children growing up and making her proud. She deserves to be happy. So, please, stop!

Edit- 22 Dec 2012
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Tuesday 4 December 2012

"Building Love"- My entry to the GetPublished contest

  • The story is titled "Building Love" because it's my own story of how I built love out of scratch. In this age of social media and computers, it's very hard to know the person truly even after talking to him/her for hours. I have stayed patient, taken mental notes and have realized how I feel about the girl through due course of time. I am going to describe how I built this relationship and what is the cement that holds us together.

  • The Idea description- The story starts through an online chance encounter between me and this girl. It is not a fairy tale since the beginning but it slowly metamorphoses into one. It's about building confidence, building tolerance, building respect, discovering each other and finally, discovering "love". The story is woven around the initial turmoil and misunderstanding and slowly but steadily reaching its final fate. It's not about what do you feel in your heart but "how" do you start feeling it. What makes it unique is that although set in an era of facebook and whatsapp, it grows only when real conversations replace generic emoticons. 

  • Protagonists- It's about me and the girl I am very much in love with. It's also about Facebook. It also features my ex-flames and hers. It is a romance straight out of your neighbourhood yet so different from any other.

  • The Situation- Two people, at different stages of their lives, looking for different things, end up finding true love. The journey from fake to real, mundane to adventurous, ordinary to passionate is phenomenal. It's about understanding someone through conversations. Conversations are about generating heat. Conversations that lead to the path of discovery and epiphanies. It's about discovering yourself through the other person's eyes.

  • What makes the story real? Its characters. Just like me and my girlfriend, it can be you, any day, browsing through facebook, randomly flipping through profiles. Romantic at heart, losing hope, yet trying to hold on. It describes what tests does love take and the ways to pass those tests. It tries to discover love. It's actually the secret recipe to make the heart grow fonder.

This is my entry for the HarperCollins–IndiBlogger Get Published contest, which is run with inputs from Yashodhara Lal and HarperCollins India.

Saturday 1 December 2012

Silence is a great healer.

Silence is a great healer and that's why he chose to remain silent. He was supposed to be heading the pack but the right was snatched away from him. He wasn't a born leader but he was improving, he was working tirelessly on the pitch of his voice, the right intonation, conviction in ideas. It all boiled down to nothing when his voice wasn't heard and his self esteem was shattered. He hated the matriarch for this. He knew it was his rightful duty to raise voice against this but, he also knew that doing so would cost him and the party dearly. He kept quiet and became the unsung hero. He bore the load of charges against his team single-handedly. Never spoke a single world. Never did he lose his temper. His silence was golden. Some even rechristened him as "Maunmohan Singh" but he never opened his mouth.
He is our prime minister.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend
, an initiative for Indian Bloggers
 by BlogAdda

Thursday 29 November 2012

Life is like this... Tagged!!

So, C. Suresh sir had tagged me a while back and I had promised to revert. This is such a beautiful tag, it brought so many old memories back. Thank you so much for the tag!! You're too kind.

Ok, now the rules-

1.      You are tagged.
2.      You give links to posts that belong to each of the following categories
1)      Your most beautiful post.
2)      Your most popular post
3)      Your most helpful post
4)      Your most controversial post
5)      A post whose success surprised you
6)      A post that you thought did not get the attention it deserved
7)      A post which you are most proud of
3.      You select five bloggers for passing on the tag and inform them about their being tagged.

Here I go then-
1. Yes I am! :-D
2. Links- 
  1. 1) Most beautiful post- Well, I am the judge here so, I'll be partial and give this prize to one of my most "chatty" posts- Cerebral Warts
  2. 2) Most popular post- I guess this one- Angry Birds
  3. 3) Most helpful post- Well, this one is as helpful as I can get- stealing arm rests.
  4. 4) Most controversial post- Oh! Many of my political cartoons are controversial. Here is one- Kasab Dead!
  5. 5) A post whose success surprised me- Sandhi sudha
  6. 6) A post that didn't get the attention it deserved- Haha! My whole blog!
  7. 7) Post which I am proud of- A satire

Now the next step is about tagging others and I am not really good at telling people what to do. Seriously guys! So, if you're reading this and like the tag, consider yourself TAGGED!!


Saturday 24 November 2012

Looking sharp when all eyes are on you.

This entry is a part of the Indiblogger contest Shoppers Stop- Perfect Festive Look.

Here is a link to Shoppers Stop-

A festive look is about looking your best when all the attention is on you. Festivals are about dressing well, having fun and spreading good cheer. We just celebrated Diwali and Christmas and New year's are just round the corner. 

When on Diwali it's about elegant ethnic wear with flowing stoles, New year parties are about western, sharp look. Here is what a traditional Indian festival demands from you (I'll come to Christmas, New year's too, don't worry)

1. Manish Creations- Mens Sherwani
You can never go wrong with a sherwani. A power statement like no other type of clothing. Especially suits the head of family. 
You can shop for it from the following link-
White is recommended as it is a colour for all seasons and very classy.

2. Next comes your Kurta Pyjama which can be worn during and after the pooja.
This one is also from Manish Creations.

3. A good stole will not only enhance your ethnic look, it will complete the whole ensemble. 


Coming to the New year party, I think opting for a good western outfit is the wise choice. Although the site has put up Ensemble set 1 and set 2 which are both nice, here are a few options for those who like to customize their stuff-

1. Shirt
A good formal shirt is the most important part of the ensemble. It's like the blank canvas which supports your whole look. Try not to be experimental with this. I recommend Austin-Reed Mens Full Sleeves Classic Fit Formal Structured Shirt.

2. Trousers
The trousers should be well-fitted and elegant. The flow should not be awkward and colour should be solid. Here is presenting Provogue Mens Flat-Front Formal Trousers.

3. Tie
Well, you can be a bit experimental with the tie. Not too much but you can add more colour to the ensemble through the harmless little tie. Here is what I recommend.
This gift set has it all- tie, handkerchief and cufflinks. Amazing stuff. Here is the link-

4. The Jacket
Now coming to the main event- The jacket. It can make or break your whole ensemble. I recommend this Blackberry piece-

5. Shoes and belt
Most often ignored and yet one of the most important parts of the ensemble are shoes and the belt. I recommend these from Louis Phillippe

The links- 1. Formal leather shoes
                2. Leather Belt

So, this completes the ensemble. Have fun this festive season and as my favourite VJ Anusha says- Remember to keep it classy!!

ABD out!

Write Over the Weekend- "Memories"

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Ok Blogadda and all you wonderful people out there, here is a photograph of me getting my birthday bumps on 15 Feb 2012 in the typical hostel way only a hostel resident can understand. The pain lingers for the next day morning and sometimes even more if your friends are overly enthusiastic but the memories remain forever. Now that I am going to be out of hostel in a few days, the photo becomes even more important. 

It all starts with the room-mate waking up the birthday boy, calling all friends to the flag-pole of the hostel. A cake would already be bought and candles would be decorated around it. The birthday boy makes every attempt to save his tushy; from padding the underwear to pleading hemorrhoids, but nothing works. As he begins to blow the candles, people start kicking him left, right and... center! The case is not much helped by the fact that the candles are those magic candles- specially designed to last long. 

His room-mate and best friends are also not spared. Do not ask me who started this tradition... but yes, they are also chased down and beaten black and blue.

Now, the cake cutting ceremony begins where the guy is painted with cake. His face becomes a canvas and all artists try their hand at it. Then he is taken to the hosepipe tap in the lawn and bathed. Some special candidates get to dance too with their underwear being the ransom. After the torture, it's time for some good ol' gossip and loud laughter. In the end, they all walk back to their respective rooms and the birthday boy heads to the bathroom with a bucket in his hand at 1 in the night.

Wednesday 21 November 2012

Innovative Indians

Just hang in there, Kasab

Idea inspired by tweet from @stupidosaur

Stupidosaur (@Stupidosaur) tweeted at 2:32 PM on Wed, Nov 21, 2012:
"Hang in there!" sometimes means the opposite of what it usually means #Kasab

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Friday 2 November 2012

The Bankster- By Ravi Subramanian: Book Review

Firstly a hearty "thank-you" to the blogadda team for giving me this opportunity to review this book by Ravi Subramanian. I received the author signed copy in great condition!! Delighted!! You guys are doing a great job.

This review is a part of the Book Reviews Program at . Participate now to get free books!

Coming to the novel, I think Ravi Subramanian has beautifully intertwined three separate stories of crime, deceit, hope, struggle and triumph to create this gripping read. The novel is "un-put-down-able" right from the start till the very end. The plot is intelligent and thick, it gets complex as it progresses and has all the ingredients of a suspense thriller. Financial crime is the epicenter of the whole plot quite naturally as the author himself is a banker. He has dedicated the novel however not to the bankers but to banksters. "Bankster"- the word being a portmanteau of two words "banker" and "gangster".

A brief glimpse at the back cover tells us that the story revolves in three worlds- one of a CIA secret agent purchasing arms and playing with fire as he protects national secrets which are more like skeletons in the closet; second one is the story of Mr. Krishna who is waging a lone moral battle against forces whose motives he himself doesn't quite understand. The third one is the central plot which involves Greater Boston Global Bank i.e. GB2 bank, its employees and the crime saga within. It also tells how a certain Mr. Karan Punjabi investigates the crime and finds the deep-rooted corruption chains in the bank and their horrible extent. The only drawback of reading about Karan Punjabi is that you tend to establish him as the protagonist of the novel and start expecting his arrival since the very beginning. What should be kept in mind is that this is one of those plots where the only protagonist is the story. Karan enters the scene only when half of the story is already over. All characters have been well-thought out and all nuances have been taken care of. That's why I think the book will appeal to the thinking reader who reads only to find holes in the plot. That is not to say that the writing is perfect. There is a sense of hurry towards the end to solve all mysteries and tie all loose ends which was, in my view, necessary to close down such a complex plot and I think it only adds to the beauty of the novel as there are no loose threads left unattended.

There is liberal use of Hindi words and Hindified English which brings out the characters to life as most of them are Indian. The book is divided into several small chapters which makes it easier to read although sometimes it might get frustrating as the author moves on to another story while leaving one right in mid-air. A curious reader like myself would have to resist the urge to break continuity, flip through a few pages quickly only to find out what happens next. Fighting that urge is basically the fun in reading a suspense thriller and the author completely succeeds in doing that. Speaking of language, I do think there was a scope of improvement in that area but, keeping in mind the sense and sensibilities of a suspense thriller readership, shorter sentences and smaller discourses *are* in fact the demand of the times. The language is kept simple and lucid.

Cover design and artwork is mesmerizing. The city skyline in the backdrop of a gangster with a gun in one hand and suitcase in another sort of idolizes the bankster. No wonder the darker characters in the story have been well-sketched and likable. It would be unfair to mention the names of the dark horses as it would give the story away. Yes, you will be kept guessing right till the end!

Other characters too are complex and nuanced. Grey shades of jealousy, bitterness are seen in even the good characters which makes the story real. Karan Punjabi is introduced with a twist in the narrative without mentioning his name. His entry is almost like one of those in a Bollywood movie with the camera following the hero's back as he makes his way in the playground ie the bank. Coming to think of it, the book has all the ingredients to be made into a movie. Hope someone is listening.

One thing that I learned from the novel is that they have a CCD "Cafe Coffee Day" in Vienna!!

So, to conclude, my ratings for the book-
Plot- 4/5
Language- 3/5
Thrill quotient- 3/5
Suspense quotient- 2.9/5 (I could sort of predict the ending)

Happy reading!!

And if you want to contact the author after reading the book, here are a few links-

Thursday 25 October 2012

Yash Chopra, Jaspal Bhatti: Drawing parallels.

What a sad week this has been- we have lost two stalwarts; one who stood for chiffon sarees and all things good and the other who showcased the simple cotton sarees and all things that weren't so right. Both had different influences on the tired, spent commoner who came home after daylong struggles in government offices.

Yash's movies sent him to sleep, caressing his hair, singing sweet lullabies, sending him to the sweet utopian world of romance and perfection where other worldly problems took a backseat. Jas's shows woke him and shook him up, they made him realize that the suffering is not meant to go on forever, someone's got to raise a voice. That's not to say that Yash's world was escapist, he helped the common man survive. He gave him faith and will. Maybe I am romanticizing the scenario but if Jaspal Bhatti was the torch, Yash Chopra was the flame; both of them had contributed in lighting up our world.

It is ironic how both of them died a common man's death. Final adieu to the uncommon common men.

Thursday 6 September 2012

Mumbaigiri @MumbaiMag

You all will be happy to know that I am now working as a cartoonist in the Mumbai Blogzine-

Here are the links to my first two artworks-

I'd like to share with you guys what drafts I had to go through before arriving on the above ones. Here are two of them. Please click on the above ones to view the final cartoon strip-

Wednesday 5 September 2012

A thank you note!

Remember the story on which I was working with this supercool NZ based author- KayEm, guys? That project is finally done!

Here is the story-

Above is the link to the cartoons I drew for her with the story. Thank you for your constant encouragement guys.
All of you-
Confused soul, Suresh sir, Ranita ma'am, Ekta Khetan, JaishAkritiRuhiPanchali mamNupurShilpa and everyone else who encouraged me!

Thank you!!

It's getting cooler to be me....

Yes, I am on a roll! Just finished this amazing storyboard in collaboration with the NZ based author Khoty Mathur, the architect of Never Mind Yaar. She was too kind throughout the process and here is the end result-


Also, in other news, I got hired by MumbaiMag to draw daily cartoons for them. All thanks to the encouragement by KayEm (K Mathur). Hope to have a lot of fun with this new job. Isn't it fun when you get paid for doing something you love to do?


Also, also, also... guess who is a stand-up comedian too? Yes, it's me. There was this fest at neighbouring college and I participated. Rest is history. Video coming soon.


Of yea, and also, thank you so much Indiblogger for the T-shirt. Just received it from their castrol Biker contest. It's raining happiness here!


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