A minute and a half

She typed her fire statement in bold with her deep black ink pen onto the white crisp sheet of paper she snatched from under her latest reading book. That was the statement in her mind which brightens her eyes, makes her leave everything she is doing and get to writing it all down. The fire statement put another bomb line for her to proceed into a river full of words that she maneuvered across a path to the ultimate sea of understanding. She has a quick realization. She has left her food prep for dinner at the kitchen table and her dedicated husband in the living room without giving any notice of her downpour coming. She checks her watch. A minute and a half later he is at the door of her study and asks her the question she hates. ‘What are you doing here?’


Now our madam is so used to a life of her own and her own times of motivations and movement, it was always a challenge to explain what she felt, why she felt it at that exact time and why she found it so precariously important to forget everything and get it done.

At the same time, her last 5 years had been steadily stabilized and pushed into the routine she dreads and runs away from by her ever loving and a complete opposite lover. He was too innocent for her complex and smart brain to deviate her from all the drama she created to avoid settling down into a domestic life with him. His innocent questions at her attempts to break up the relation logically, her disappearance into distant places for a day or two with no trace and her flared anger at physically pushing him out of her spectrum were the things he responded to with such a sensitivity it forced her into guilt.

She had not given up these vicious attempts, she had learnt to be easy in her reactions as none of the forceful things worked with this one. He just grew stronger in his hold of her but like the water that takes shape of the vessel it is in. She had no defense beyond his surrender.

Yet, time and again the free soul inside her tested his abilities to hold her without her consciously choosing to do so. Quite simply that is how her life had been. Alert, fierce and swooshing around like the wind out of the grasp of anyone who tried to hold her and name her as a form. She was formless, but she loved to stay with a simpleton sitting on the top of a mountain enjoying his breeze as it floated by. Her only place of solace. Her security. At times, when he entered her room to check on her, or the fact that he could not leave her alone more than a minute and a half, intrigued as well as irritated her.

As she toyed the idea of answering his question with utmost honesty or the best possible lies she could tell, she smirked at his naivety. Her imagination went ‘Do you have to always know what I am upto and follow me. Don’t you understand I need space?’ and break his heart for a day and a half, essentially giving her the space she required to create what she wanted. OR ‘What if…’ she thought.

She picked her heavy black nibbed pen, smiled at him and called him over to see if she had penned down her thoughts about this space a woman craved for, well enough in these first two statements.

His naive mind would seize the opportunity and suggest her 8 to 10 things she could better, which is when she retreated to her desire for her day and a half of silent space again.


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Thank you Bieber.


Very popular Justin number ‘what do you mean?’ Its got this amazing beats as per the tick tocking of a clock. Loved it

Thank you for making me understand my mom partly. Most of my life has been saying one or many things mentioned in the lyrics of this song trying to get near to what she really means, wants and what  I should do for her.The line ‘argue all day, make love all night’ does not apply.. but ‘make tea and snacks when I don’t want’ does apply after all the arguing.

Mothers everywhere are really special creatures. Very unique, intense. Mostly annoying. She is the only mystery I let be intact. And hence, this song works best to describe her. Every Sunday she portrays my entire life in a single breath for 15 min and asks me questions even GODS were not asked when they created this world.

Now that I think, I feel most of Justin Bieber’s songs are about talking to my mother. Its almost always late to say sorry.




A little about Jagga Jasoos Film

After long I sat for 3 hours watching a cinematic experience. I had developed a phobia a few years ago to be inside a dark theatre watching senseless direction and stories that would take away precious hours of my life. So I avoided watching movies.

These days you can look at the poster, first trailer and know for sure that it would be worthless to watch a film, waste money and time, eat compulsorily from the over priced pop corn counter in the multiplex. Cannot think of the last movie that surprised me. It was probably Drishyam and delightfully it played on my television screen post 4 months of release. Good cinema is such a rarity, it has become the art in a museum that as a layman once in a while is able to appreciate and understand.

Jagga Jasoos : I tried to look beyond Ranbir Kapoor and Katrina Kaif as entities and really got pulled in with the cinematography. The story also seemed to appeal the Agatha-Christie-setups in my head. I prayed for the story to be simple in its narration because if it was to be as the Christie novels it might fly right over our Indian audiences. The movie is a musical. It has 28 songs that communicate the film and the narrative throughout. This is the first for a Bollywood movie. Musicals have remained mostly confined to drama and live performances.

Anurag Basu has beauty in his stories. And the highest raking films in India are family films no doubt. This film is a wonderland for children, young, adults altogether. Capturing the essence of the North East India and giving us the breath taking visuals across Morroco was such a break from the monotone of locations.


Ranbir Kapoor

The boy takes effort. He has a good screen presence and works well with comedy as well as a ‘happy face’. Touted as the next superstar from his first film, Ranbir comes with a legacy in Indian cinema. His depressing roles and movies in between really sucked the energy out of his fandom but he is young, plays around and slaps his butt now and again to retain our attention. He is someone who will simmer for a long time.

Great work in Jagga as Jagga. He stands true to the story and its need. But I personally am fed up with his roles stereotyping him with a sad story.

Katrina has been directed well. She does a good job of being accidental. I am happy she got a chance to act pretty good part in the movie. Her being a plain jane makes her so approachable something which she needed now.

We need an uncomplicated movie once in a while which just drags us into the story and safely drops us home like a smooth car with great suspension.

Watch it and delight.


.. Feels like I need to be ‘there’


Does this happen… life is going by on the side.. and one very fine afternoon. You sit thinking about that one moment you can’t share with anyone. That one moment totally owned by your heart, that one decision thereafter which your life would have never been the same.
Why would I keep thinking of those moments again and again. I mean there is ofcourse a closure right? What does it mean if these feelings haunt you once every week. Whats up, brain chemicals? OMG my instincts is it?
Is this the feeling that somewhere a train is leaving?
A flight is taking off.. and you somehow had to be there.
Are Goodbyes ever enough?
What if something is pending?
What if you have to do something about it?
Should you?
This feeling rules all romantic movies. Doesn’t it?
Going after someone you love at the airport, train station, travelling the metro, saying good bye but not really meaning it or stopping a plane because you want to declare your love, has ruined us for life. Expectations hell yeah! Its not love until the train stops. Apart from life long romance, when someone runs and wins after getting motivated. When your superhero fights with all his might and beats the shit out of the antagonist, it creates a funny feeling in your chest and tummy and suddenly you feel everything is justified.
These feelings I just described are the essence of life, my life. I live my life waiting for these moments. Come on, aren’t we living in a time where people take drugs to experience love and butterflies in their stomach. I thought why don’t I revel in these moments without any judgements.
Okay so, I am an Aquarian woman. Falling in love and expressing it are big challenges. Hell, even maintaining eye contact with people I do not want to look at comes as a huge challenge. But do you know what!! I feel 200% more on the inside. I am a Bollywood dreamer on the inside. I rehearse my meetings with my loved ones. I can live the moment way before it happens and experience my ecstasy just through my thoughts.
I always have believed in going out of the box. I will do things that are impossible.
I will take a flight alone, I will travel miles for someone I feel all this and I will make it look like it was nothing. Just another day in my life. What no one knows is that these days of my life are the ones that make me come alive. 4 days of living just by my instincts has given more to me in experience, in understanding of myself and most importantly my capacity to be in Love, with the moment, with a person, with me when I am there, the place, the magic of that feeling.. See ‘Bollywood’
I am good at scripting, story telling, taking the fantasies straight out in the open and proving to my own self that I can actually live through my fantasies.
There are flip sides to this,
1) You have to be ready for whatever happens
     Living like this definitely does not give any guarantees and the very fact that you are        true to your self will keep you ready even in the face of rejection.
     I have asked many a people sometimes to have another coffee, or have a drink or go
     on drive. And because there is no intention in it, escape for the coffee, drink or drive
     it is easier to handle a ‘No’. More often that not, this no also comes very politely. That
     person is going to remember you and probably dream of meeting you again no matter
     how many years it takes.
2) Your heart will be broken
     Heart break as I have observed is more painful when done for someone’s acceptance        and quite matured when it comes against what you totally are in tune with. Simply
     being, its much easier to accept a heartbreak after you gave it your all and it reached a      point of rejection. You will be practical in accepting that the latter part did not work         out. But you are going to live the rest of your life with pride.
3) Your near and dear ones won’t be able to relate to you
      This is living on the edge. For me, this is being a real human being with no garbage in       the mind. You are free, no burden. Yet remember that we all live in a system and you
      would have family and friends and they won’t be able to relate to the person before           you did this and the one after. Something changes and it is always for the better.                 Because this process is of becoming a best friend of your self.
4) You will sit afternoons or nights wondering about what ifs
     Just like me today. Yes, if you live your life this way, which is actually your own way,          you are going to have soul questions popping up and you will be forced to slow down        and confront them. This is your best friend demanding answers, nudging you to go on      and do more crazy.
On the path of self friendship, you will encounter all this and more, the elements which bother you for example the crush you had your heart on or a soul connection you fell in love with are mere reflections. The journey is you and you are the journey. Probably through the Rubik’s cube of life, you may even meet again and give the seeking energy its warmth.
My tea is over and through this write up I have answered my soul questions for now. 🙂
Gotto go do crazy.
What else do you expect a Bollywood and dance fanatic to do, Sit in office and listen to Diljit Dosanjh?
Hell yes I am.
In my thoughts.



A weird little place called Pune – 1

My take on this historic and entertaining city.

I know you are thinking about the title. Its literally right for both Pune the city and Poon a.k.a Spanish. Pune is a weird little place for me. Don’t get me wrong. I love that I am currently living here. I love that it has a dry weather, is cool at nights with great food and nightlife. Its still weird though for the human interactions that Pune is popular for. It seems like Maharashtrians from Pune were the pioneers of straight forward, downright and unapologetically rude sarcasm contributed to the world. This place is a treat for me. I get to be myself here. Totally.

The best part is that you can accept the sarcasm thrown at you and you can easily give it back. It is appreciated. Till a point where you hurt the ego of the opposite person and he dials a number and says ‘Hey someone messing with me. Send 20 boys with rods & sticks.’

Pune is the Delhi of Maharashtra. The locals here are loud and proud. There is a naughty yet witty joke in Pune connected to the Peshwai legacy from here. ‘That the Peshwai legacy drowned in 2.5 inches’ Do you know whats that deep and probably more. Poon tang baby!

Its famous for its sarcastic and nasty notice boards that are put outside of residences in the old part of the city.


This information states that at the toll plaza please wait as the pole automatically falls down. Daayyummm!


The one on the left directly says ‘You dog, don’t spit here.’ The one next to it says, ‘the one who spits here is a donkey.’


Free tip no matter where you live. It states ‘Learn to have patience when you ring the door bell. Humans live here. Not Spiderman.’

If this is how proud and sure Punekars are, imagine the impact of this attitude on the traffic. Everyone follows their own rule here. Pune is filled with bikes and scooters more than any other place I have seen.

1. They are light years away from knowing lane traffic.

2. There is no diiference between amateur drivers and experienced ones.

3. Parking is done based on the driving mood of the day. People don’t even hesitate to double park in front of your car and walk away.

4. Every car has scrathes on the front and back bumpers and the sides and the top as well.

5. People riding scooters and bikes prefer to remove their rear view mirrors due to fear of being stolen.

6. The concept of giving the Left indicator for going left and the Right one for going right is something like alien language.

7. Angry bikers overtaken by cars are chased. This biker then teases a car with a slow and fast speed dance to show superiority on road.

8. They are all still confused about the colours of the signal. Red means go, green means definitely go and yellow means the hell I can go.

9. Rickshaws are taken out from underground museums and made to run in the middle of fast moving traffic by spying traffic agencies.

10. Any amount of space is okay for a bike to pass by between two cars.

11. Footpaths are for luxury bike parking areas and for wholesale shopping outets of fast moving goods.

12. Speed breakers are testing devices from spy agencies to check the life of cars and how soon they can break down.

13. The island space around the intersection of two roads is valid to sell kites at festival time.

14. Around the time of elections, every public space including the middle of a footpath, in front of traffic signal, corner of main roads are valid for hoardings the size of a tennis court. Spy traffic agencies do their test of great driving skills and effect of shock reactions on the driving stability with these.

14.  You cannot estimate the class of people here from the car they drive but by how they park it.

Jaguar on a gate
There is no doubt I love this place. I don’t think I would have gotten great at my communication and dodging of taunts skills at the rate at which I learnt it here. Living in Pune is an ongoing training and development course to erode self douts and be proud of who you are.

Thank You Pune. I love living here.

P.S: If you feel you have experienced any of these, have something hilarious to add,do leave comments, I really want to make that list longer.
Do share with love.






Indian Advertising

The glory and fall of Indian Advertising

I was born with this spoon. I watched ads ever since the tv came to life. My childhood was watching Mowgli, Bhalu and Bageera running around while I chomped on Maggi noodles with chopped onions and tomato garnish. I was born in the Golden age of advertising, the mid 80s. I still remember the ads that played in between. My dear dad, who would guide me with the conventional ways of living was always surprised and mentioned ‘When the show is on, you move about and you are glued when the ads are playing.’

I mean do you remember those ads. Let me give you a peek.

Look at this one, this is the reason I know Ogilvy & Mather and Piyush Pandey. I would be so happy to watch it again and again. This ad is also responsible for the way I dance by the way.

Look at this one. For the last 30 years, my valid reason to have a bath time of an hour validated. Dear Dad, now you know. I was busy creating the freshness this soap promised.

This ad was pure gold for its tagline – neighbours envy, owners pride. It perfectly caught the sentiment responsible for buying of any appliances in households at that time.

This brand ‘Maggi’ is not just a brand name. It means instant noodles, it means lunch, dinner, ketchup. Ketchup ad that rocked that time.

And I would have never known beverages without the constant bombarding of the cola ads.

There are some advertisements which made me learn singing like this one here –

I do not remember old movies, or even plotlines as much as I remember my favorite ads. Haan, songs are a different thing altogether. I do not forget them.

Today when I switch on my tv and I check the advertisements, it irritates me no doubt but I am saddened too with the way these absolutely bizarre and shocking ads keep playing back to back and numb my nerves. The entire Venture Capital funding given to E-commerce giants was poured in senseless, noisy ads and a heavy duty media plan which didn’t take any sensitivity of their consumers in consideration. More the ads and the pathetic copy of the ad going on and on in your ears meant clearly, that the e commerce business was not really making money.

This guy is the epitome of disaster post a disaster. Every time I see him give instructions in this long running ad, it feels like I am sitting in a hospital lobby that wants to make sure I fall sick and never ever visit this ‘Trivago’. Even this brand name makes me wonder what really went wrong went when they they were selecting the name. “Hey, looks like nothing close available in .com domains. Try the suggestions, okay put random words, Tri Va go, combine them. finish it off. Buy all the media there is. But no spending money on studio, and model okay? No budget for that. Make a ppt and squeeze the model in there. Bribe the production to get the video format anyhow.”

Here is another masterpiece:

This ad is a maa behen of aircraft safety regulations, Bollywood fantasy and child abuse. I mean don’t even get me started on the kind of characters that are seen here and that they dance to a phone blaring a song about a song from a song singing app. That’s what it says. And whatever happened to cute babies in ads. Production budget put elsewhere, is it? An aircraft scene – again production budget given to the media agencies.

I yearn for the advertising genius and the creativity that has stirred my soul. I am playing my role around this industry and I hope I am instrumental in changing this to a connect that will last.

Lastly, I apologise for not giving footage to Unilever product ads and Fair n Lovely ads. Its valid to say the only ads on point today on the Indian television are the condom ads.

The end.