A Poetic Romance

Hasee-Toh-Phasee-PosterI recently watched Hasee Toh Phasee (literally, ‘if she smiles, presume she’s hooked’), a bollywood product. And then I watched it again. And well, once more as well.

It was the kind of non-mainstream, unconventional, unorthodox romance, with open reins. The characters didn’t have to worry of society, or any social repercussions. And their love had a kind of unapologetic undertone to it, that it will thrill your heart in a genuinely uplifting way.

A succinct plot schematic would be that guy and girl are in a relationship for seven years. But though there is love there, its quite strained given the girl throwing tantrums of ‘breakup’ every other day. The guy though is sweet enough to remain and convince her every time. It’s their wedding week, a sister of the girl comes into the picture. She is quite a personality. Open, frank, impulsive, outspoken and quite very unapologetic. The guy and this girl’s sister hit it off very well. In one scene, she spells it out to him that u are not doing right by marrying her, instead marry me. And the guy quips, I cant leave seven years of commitment for seven days. What’s the guarantee that this wont turn wry?!

The rest of the movie is well how that scenario unravels.

But what really touches your heart is the pure innocence of the dialogues, almost like childish banter. They speak without hold or reserve. In a scene the guy fresh from another storming-out instance by his girlfriend confides to this girl, “Am tired. Every other day ‘breakup’. If I do something, ‘breakup’. Even if I don’t do anything, ‘breakup’. Sometimes, even I want to say ‘breakup’ and walk away. But I know she wont come to convince me.” As when the girl says, if its so tiring then why don’t to ‘breakup’ with her, and he replies, “It happens in a relationship. Its not perfect. Its made perfect. Its easy to just throw up ur hands and walk away. But we are humans, not animals. It not about jumping ships. Its staying and keeping the boat afloat.” To this the girl quips, “Your notions are very practical, but totally depressing and unromantic!”

And in one of the climax scenes, the bride confides in him, “I know I used to say ‘breakup’ quite too often. But I knew, you wont leave. That you would come back. That you would convince me. Maybe that was why I wasn’t worried about saying ‘breakup’.”

It was this innocent honestly, a genuine simplicity with which these very human and subtle emotions are portrayed that am moved to watch the film for a fourth time. And believe me, the only other movie I have watched more than once is Avatar!


On College Farewell 3


We have journeyed long, along

Through the arduous sea, the course long

There were days of sunshine, times of tempest

We lived through all, to live to see this day

And this day, today, we stand by the shore

For the journey through the sea, has come to an end,

Its time now to walk forth, into the vast wilderness of the open land,

On College Farewell 2


We walked in to sit together, five and about half a year ago

A hundred and about half strong, for the orientation session.

Its was amidst this sea of unknown faces, that we met first.

Its been a long trip, we must admit, quite a roller-coaster ride

There were up’s and down’s, life and love, friends and foes,

Games, exams, Gym and Glamour, Books, Bikes, heartbreaks

We went through a lot, worked quite a lot, did a deal lot, and

Today, we pause, in heartfelt reverie, to reflect, to revive

The lessons, the joy, and the jolts, the journey brought.

That now, we, who came as unassuming boys and girls,

Stand at the threshold of this open society, as men and women,

Brave, bold, enamored with friendship, love and the art to heal.

May we walk long, for the journey is long, its nowhere near a close,

It’s a beginning of yet another trip, wishing you well, let’s make it count.


On College Farewell 1


Skinny guys and pony-clad girls, walked in to this place.

It was a Wednesday, half a decade ago.

Well the place is quite still the same, but we, well

Have changed beyond anyone’s wildest imagination.

We know where’s the Flexor Carpi Ulnaris,

We know what’s fibrosing pneumonitis.

We know to dribble, to sprint, to sing dance and cook.

We slept late, saw films, watched through eight seasons of House.

Kalaioma, Revivals, Enciero, we watched, we wooed, we won!

Mess lunch, Mass bunk, Men’s common hall, Man we did it all!

It was one turbulent time. Time of change. Time to change.

Most did for good. Some well, did otherwise.

But all came through, richer with lessons, with love, with life.

Its no farewell. We aren’t leaving planet earth for mars or Jupiter.

We will be just a phone call, a road-ride, at most, a plane ticket away.

Its not farewell, only a formality. But its to wish you well,

For now, we are men, we are women,

And the world’s for us to win!

Thinking into the talk!

21454525-think-and-speech-bubbles-the-dude-x-2-communicating-think-and-speech-bubbles (2)‘Oh pretty woman! The sparkle in your eyes is like the twinkle of stars in the night sky’, serenaded Pritish to Priya in his jubilant baritone. While, ‘The structure of an atom is like a miniature solar system with planet-like electrons orbiting the Sun-like nucleus in closed elliptical paths’ proclaimed a gruff gaudy Rutherford. And ‘If you expect the world to be fair with you because you’re fair to them, its like asking a lion not to eat you because you don’t eat lions’ read a random facebook quote. Now what’s the common string in all three?!

No, don’t go into twinkle of star and atoms undergoing nuclear fusion in the starry kiln, and shake off that image of a pretty woman and a lioness walking that graceful gait. The connection is, well bit more literal, actually more of linguistic. All are analogies. The sparkle in eye to the twinkle of star, and the rest two are homework!

Analogies are a logical tool to enhance the literary repertoire as of the scientific ramble. It’s a connection in similarity. We equate some aspect of something to a similar aspect of another thing, to make a point. Yes, the purpose of analogies is to make a point. And that’s as simple as it gets.

Now my worry is, what kind of point is the point that’s made as with analogy. Try this. Once a friend said something mean to another friend of mine. Well lets strip down the façade. The real is, a girl said something mean to her boyfriend, my friend. And she stormed out. A moment later as when it gleamed on her that she was in wrong, she returns to apologize, but my friend in his momental chagrin blurts out, ‘An egg broken, is broken.’

Now he conveyed a point, that once hurt, it can’t be undone, only maybe forgiven or forgotten. And he livened it with a beautiful analogy of a simple scientific fact, actually more of a common knowledge that one cant put the albumin and yolk back into the broken shell and reseal the egg. (The physics is due to entropy and arrow of time and stuffs.) And there is beauty, impact and a clarity in this way of conveying it, with a crisp subtle simple analogy.

And that’s what analogies and meant for. To explain. To bring clarity to the concept. To convey an idea with simplicity. To gleam insight into something.

Now consider this. I once was dragged to a church by a ‘friend’, and someone was preaching on the mike with lots of gesticulation and tonal modulation, walking around, jumping, waving and shouting hallelujah. He made this analogy. I will cut the long repetitive story short. The gist was, ‘the guy went to a furniture store with his wife to buy a cushion for their sofa set. The lady sits on every cushion there, and it takes her two days to make up her mind which one it is’. Then he goes on to say, ‘if u take so long to pick a single cushion, how long will Jesus take to pick the right cushion (life/love/relationship/job/choice) for you’. I guess, his point was, if life is hard, suck it up cos it only means God is trying him as before the gift of a lifetime.

Now the flaw here was, he uses the analogy not to explain, but to substantiate his point. N that’s exactly what an analogy is not for. Because at the very heart, analogy is in essence a logic applied in a different context. The connection being, the similarity of inference that can be drawn. One should note that the inferences in those two disparate contexts per se exist, and are valid. The purpose of analogy being only to present them together so one may understand the logic of the inference in one context as through other. Its not that on the force of some similarity in context, the inference in one is drawn similar to other. N thus why Rutherford went wrong with his planetary model for structure of atom. But there is more to that story than that.

feature-1And thus, like winter gives way to spring, despair will to hope and happiness, well is pleasing pleasant analogy, but its validity, well, its not definite. But then, we want it to be true. Guess, that’s the one small little flaw in analogies. But then, flaws are good sometimes.

Lets finish this with a brilliant one by the Bard, ‘When beggars die there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.’ The point is implicit. And well, sometimes its just well enough to relish a piece of literature than having to dig into its validity and linguistic aptness. Its ok to like, accept and appreciate something at face-value, not always, but some harmless times for sure.

The Epic Dilemma

images (14)It happens in life that we need face critical situations. Situations wherein, the choice we make assumes importance beyond measure. And being full of life as I am, such situations indeed have graced me often. While each one remains significant in its own accord, one particular incident stands apart, as it saw me verge on a nervous breakdown. And even today, as I look back upon, my heart shudders with primeval fright within. It was… ‘the dilemma at the Café Coffee Day’!

It was a day the Sun did not show up! Its not that there was a very long Solar Eclipse, just that clouds were strewn up in the sky blanketing the rays of the mighty sun from lighting the day. I should have taken clue but I did not believe in omens then. Not that I believe now either! Anyway, I was finished attending the class at college and was riding back home. And it was on Mount Road, close to LIC that I spotter her. Sheefali!

Sheefali was the most enticing and alluring of undergraduates to have ever walked in our college campus. And even in Open category, in mean, considering other such creatures in the City, she was a respectable force to beckon! And needless to say, I had an XXL size crush upon her. Believe me, I would have even let Tyson box me for three rounds to be blessed with an opportunity to have coffee with this beautiful wonderful piece of divine creation!

I braked my vehicle close by and called her out, “Hey! You are Sheefali ryt. Wat’s up?” And well, you know what happened next? The impossible happened! She looked back. She looked back at me!! And adding to that, she opened her mouth and spoke. Just so unbelievable! She said, “I went in to the Higginbothams and well when I came back my car had flat tyres. Have sent my driver to have it repaired! What about you?” She asked again, “Hey dude, what’s up? I asked what about you?”. And she actually had to shake me so as to rouse me from my dream! That small conversation attained the proportions of a nice sweet duet in my dreamy wonderland!!

I said, “Nothing. Going back home. Can I drop you somewhere?”. And when she said, “Sure!”, well I really swooned for a moment. She hopped on and I enquired where that should be. She said, “Anna Nagar”. I had a heartfelt intention to take the longest possible route to there, which being right round the earth! But I was still awaiting my passport, so I settled for the more conventional route. The traffic was quite dense and the noise kept me from conversing with that divine creation on the back seat! Pity that in bike the rear-view mirror doesn’t show the pillion-rider’s face as does in car!!

After about 30 minutes when we were coursing through Anna Nagar, at a red signal opposite the Café Coffee Day I looked at her and asked, with the most genuine of prayers I could have ever conjured in my heart, “How about a cup of coffee?”. And she just smiled and said, “Sure!”. “Wow!”, I took a double take. “God’s definitely showing-off!”.

images (15)I took a U-turn, parked and we two stepped into the posh cool lounge of the Café, with a whiff of coffee making my heart happier still, if at all it were possible! We spotted a comfortable pair of sofa and had self seated. My o my! I was still not believing all this. “I am sitting with the most beautiful girl in the history of my college, and she has just me along to entertain her!”. I was sincerely in bliss. She ordered a cold-coffee with cream and vanilla toppings while I called for my usual, cream with chocolate chips.

She spoke! She spoke to me! And she spoke tender, with such a sweet poise! Does she like me! Well for someone for whom it was unbelievable to even behold this lady looking back to his call, this would be just a revolting thought, but it did seem true. She had that smile, the kind of smile that is usually pasted on the lips of a lady when she likes a guy and wants to convey that she likes his company. And the lady this time was Sheefali and the guy was me! “How many guys would have had been at my place till date”, I thought!

Well actually Sheefali was notorious at snubbing any and every guy who approached her! She was uniquely notorious for that. And this I feel was something that further adder to her fan-fare. The more difficult the deal is, the more you get to value it! And above all was her enigmatic silence about self. People knew very little about her. In fact, I must be among the few guys to know where her house was. And today, this lady, an incidental company was opening self to me, giving me that charming smile and making me feel great of her company!

I was quite puzzled! But then there is a saying that never think when you can actually have fun with what you are doing! So I kept my side of the train running on rail. And it was a whole hour-and-a-half later when with the sky dimming outside we felt we need moving! My mom would be concerned about what happened to her innocent he-knows-nothing-about-the-world lad! So we had the waiter get us the bill.

And it was then it stroke me that my purse was empty! Well not completely empty, it still had 6 rupees and 50 paise in it! But that was falling short of the bill at the Café!! But then, I can’t have my first date, I mean, first date with this wonderful lady(!!) end on such a drab note. I needed to do something, and do that fast!

I gave her a smile and picked up my phone, feigning to have got a call. I got up and mocking bad-connection-inside frustration, walked about to buy self time. I went up the door and walked out, thinking what to do! I just needed to pay the bill, and drop the lady home, sealing this lovely lively and wonderful evening with a promise of many more such!! But the money! I just needed a couple of paper notes with Mr. Gandhi on!  I was sweating!! God, show me a way! Give me a pass!

And it was during this moment of what-to-do what-not-to that I saw Betty walking across! I felt a bolt strike me!! She was so so so beautiful! She was my high-school cursh, and definitely the most beautiful wonderful divine creation to walk the grounds of my school! I waved to her and she took a moment to recognise but when she did, she ran to me and we embraced!

I asked were she was going and she said to PVR. Her car was parked down the lane. And she said, “What will you take to come along mate!”. It would have taken nothing even without the wink that she beamed along, but it did make my ear flush red!!

I let the whole world behind! Past is past! Let bygone be bygone! And I messaged Sheefali, “Emergency case at ward! Need to go. See you tomorrow dear! Hope you understand!!”. Praise the Lord!!

The Choice


The clouds gathered high up and shed

            torrent of rain that Monday noon

While sat drenched without a shed

            an old lady like a lone buffoon.


Passed on the very same pavement a busy bee

            in coat and a suit and a tie and a boot

He saw the lady but turned not a thought, see

            he ignored her and walked on mute.


A man wanting a social crusade next

            stood beside the poor vagabond

A nice long taunting lecture he considered best

            to inspire her to rise like james bond.


The pure pious profuse believer came

            saw, shed a tear and quickened steps

Sitting in his comfy home he repeats the name

            of God to help, the poor sitting on the step.


With a basket in hand, and purse in basket

            the wife happened to witness she

Picking money she spared after buying gasket

            lays in the hands of the old lady for free.


And the jumpy bouncy kid with bag and bottle

            was returning home the way

Seeing the lone old buffoon dripping wet, he settle

            his umbrella in her hand and went happily away.