What will you ask from your Santa

I know the concept of Santa Cluas is pure myth and childish. He is just a legendary character. Neither anyone has ever seen it nor has any evidence that would trail us to the place of Santa. So a big portly joyful man with pounds of beard covering his face, wearing red, laughing and singing, shouting ho-ho-ho and carrying a bag full of gifts, is  mere an illusion.

Yet, just for a while, keeping all the logics aside, let the child inside us imagine that there is Santa, who will come to you on the night before Christmas and silently slip something you wish for in the hanging stockings, something that you would have been banging your legs before your parents to bring. Then? What would you wish for?

Let me guess. A beach house, a month long vacation to some exotic place, a handsome guy or pretty girl, whichever is your pick, straight out of dream, a successful career, big promotion, name and fame. That’s what adults would wish for. By the time we grow up, our mind is so adulterated and disciplined by the societies need and our need that the only thing we see is ourselves. We are so busy to even pause a while and think back of what is going around before the destruction has inched in before us.

When I was around six years old and barely could speak Merry Christmas, I wished for a sister. A sister, with whom I would share my bed and my gossips. I would take her hand and walk her around. I would bring her chocolates of my share. I would spend in her choice of toy from my pocket money. I would warn her against the perverts. I would not let any boy make her cry. And if it happened the guy would not be alive to take another single breath. I would be the proud and fierce protective elder sister. I became an elder sister but to a cute lil boy. I won’t say I regret it but still, I craved for a sister.

When I was around fifteen years old, an age where hormones get a mind of their own and your brain becomes a complete useless puddle, I wanted somehow to bump to my then bollywood heartthrob. I wished to talk to him, impress him, surprise him somehow. I wanted to go out with him, pose before shutterbugs holding his hand, become a front-page news. Ah! What a silly wish. And I was so desperate that time that you can  replace all the ‘wished’ in the lines with ‘was dying’.

Now that I am twenty-two this Christmas, do you know what I wish for? I think you will laugh at me when I say my unrealistic wish. This time I wish from Santa to take me to a world, where no one will be killing someone else for their religion. No one will be shameless enough to say that a girl was raped because she was using a mobile phone and no one will be ridiculous enough to support them. No one will be butchered because they loved someone from other caste. No girl will be burnt alive because her parents could not afford the skyscraper demands from her in-laws. No child will be pumped in to death because some a$*hole doctor diagnosed its gender as female. And because I tired here. I am tired of accepting all these bullshit. I am tired of realizing this mindlessness of people and this imbalance between progression of science and contraption of people’s mind. I don’t want to be a part these people. I want to go away.

I don’t whether my wish will be fulfilled or not, but yet before going to bed I wish for this and hope that tomorrow in the eve of Merry Christmas my wish will be fulfilled.

On this pretext, I would love to know what is your wish for this Christmas? Please do comment.

P.S: The post was supposed to be posted yesterday night only. But I have a bunch of crazy friend who don’t think I should even write in Christmas. Hope this procrastination will be forgiven.

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P.K. Movie Review

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Director:             Rajkumar Hirani

Casting:              Aamir Khan

                            Anushka Sharma 

                            Sushant Singh Rajput

                            Boman Irani

                            Sanjay Dutt

                            Saurabh Sukla

Screenplay by: Abhijat Joshi

                           Rajkumar Hirani        

This weekend was real awesome for me. At least it was not sulky like past few weekends. And all the credit goes to Rajkumar Hirani’s tolly. Yesterday I went to theatres to watch P.K which itself is rare. I was skeptical about it as it eats up lots of time to go to the theatre and I didn’t have time to check out the reviews of the movie and before I could do so, my friends had booked ticket. But the moment the movie started, Anushka’s voice floated in, a feeling of relaxation settled in and I knew I was not going to regret coming to theatre.

Well what I didn’t know was this movie will enchant me so much to blog about it. The story unwrapped smoothly around us, introducing a flappy eared Aamir Khan arriving naked on the earth from some other universe as a blank slate, Anushka Sharma gracious (except than her duck-like lips reconstruction surgery) in Belgium fighting for a concert ticket, Sushant Singh Rajput copying her and adding more charm to the scene with his constant smile and shayari. Boman Irani, Saurabh Shukla It was good only that the makers of the movie were very secretive about the movie, zipping everyone’s mouth and increasing the height of curiosity in the audience. And the waiting was worth enough. It paid real well. Aamir Khan dressed colorful, stealing here and there from dancing cars, with his weird yet genuine child like curiosity will glue you to the screen. Again his innocence, despair and dedication to the character will make you both cry and laugh at the same time. It really happened. Half of the time my friend was sobbing next to me. So better watch the movie with a big tissue roll.

 

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Though it’s not as perfect as 3-Idiots(movies like 3 idiots happen by mistake, I guess. No one can go and make it), it took me more than 24 hours and several replays in my mind to come out of its charm and realize the bumps in the movie. Towards the end the movie was kind of unsettling. It could have been better. The story portrayed by Anushka Sharma is actually from the book she had authored and it is revealed at the end which is totally unnecessary. The role of Sushant Singh, Sanjay Dutt and Boman Irani is very much shortened and seems gulped up by Aamir and Anushka pair. Though it’s not a trouble as there won’t be a moment where Aamir will let you down. Still I wanted other characters to bloom more on the screen especially Sushant’s character.

Overall about the movie, it was a great satirical journey with handful of questions exposing the ugly side of our society. The dialogs are written with authenticity and are commendable. It must have taken a great toil of patience and observation. Story is smooth and floating with minimal glitches. The music is great and I am downloading them right away. You won’t regret burning a hole in your pocket for this movie. So what are you waiting for? Come on! Go. Book your tickets right away. If not now, then when?

Rating: 4 out of 5

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P.S: I am no professional movie reviewer and it’s honestly my first movie review. So if I am wrong in anywhere, then you know what to do. Till then keep smiling. J

A Stolen Moment

Coutesy- magpie tales

I turn around,
For like hundredth time,
Thinking of your return,
Fooled by own desire.

But, hey, I see you there,
From the crack in crowd,
Staring at me that smugged smile,
Lapping against the chaos.

Oh no! I shout,
People are watching out,
But you don't care,
Like it's now or never.

You sway me in,
Swifter that whistling wind,
Your cool lips on mine,
Salty tear start to sting.

A stolen moment,
I clutch it tight,
Where do I hide it,
So they won't learn to fly.


This is an entry for image prompt of Magpie tales.

Things Itching At My Back

I was never a newspaper seeker. It was only written piece on the earth to get my sideway glance. I would prefer a mammoth book of 600 pages written in some obscure language than it. Nothing in those large papers ever made any sense to me. But unfortunately I am right now in such a phase of life where I don't want to look like fool. And after the alia bhatt incident in Karan Johar show, I am more scared to be an idiot. So I guess you are getting the point. Now I have started reading newspaper. Getting myself updated with fresh bits. Every day!

But to my wonder, I feel more stupid and lost now. It's like my whole brain has become foggy and the thin path from where my thoughts usually travel are now full with question bumps. I am tired of searching for answers, trying to console myself that this is how it is. Yet the question reverts back more stubbornly, why so?

I won't talk about Mr.Obama's  lunch menu on his visit to India or our President's friendly visits to those unfriendly countries. I will talk about very local issues that happens around me.

1)Racism:
Was religion not enough to divide the country millions apart? Now it has come to race. Now a days you will see many silly incident where people are attacked just because they don't look exactly like the attacker. They have a flat nose and squinty eyes. They can't speak your mother tongue.  Yes! Those racial attacks. That brutal murder of young men who wanted bring revolution into our education. Tell me one thing. Where were you scoundrels when Mary Mom brought glory to our country. Where were your filthy mouth when Baichung Bhutia sweated in the ground to bring recognition to our country in the football leagues. You can cheer up Jackie Chan on screen. But the real life heros will be slaughtered. Go man! Get some humanity. I think you are the most ill bred person in this world. Go and jump off from some cliff. No one will even shed a drop of tear for you. Not even your mother.

2) Love campaign:
Another thing that adorns the front page everyday is two young college-kids kissing among a bunch of maniac cheering crowd. When I first saw it, I kept staring at it longer than I should have. There were two guys kissing each other,in the front page of a leading newspaper, sharing their boundless love., celebrating freedom. Kiss of love, they said, it was.And the only thing that worried me, do their family read the same newspaper I am read? If they do, then God save them from the humiliation. No! No! I am not against love or relationship. And I am morden too. But I can't even imagine to support such weird baseless things. Come on guys! Think. Use your brain. Do you think our society need this at this moment. I think it's sheer wastage of energy and time that will stir more chaos into an already dishelved society.

3)  Molestation Cases:
Last but not least disgusted, child molestation cases. It was around three months back that I heard about it for the first time. And almost suddenly something happened. It sprouted like a bunch mushrooms and for next every two days, it will be some school, some school teacher and some child who can't even spell molestation.

Be it a employee or a college student or a kindergarten, all the pages are botched with their names as victim of rapes. The recent being another rape in Delhi inside a cab. I won't go into those ridiculous details. If you haven't, then you must. It's really interesting. You will laugh your heart out at the irresponsibility of the Uber.

Well, about these three topics, have you noticed anything common? Let me help you. The common thing is that in a country of millions, why this is happening again and again. Isn't there any solution to stop this permanently? Instead kissing each other on road, can't we youth stand firm against all these issues? Okay. You did a commendable job in the Nirbhaya case. But all these promises made to you, are they kept? Has the situation changed a bit? Why that unapologetic co#$@cker still alive in this world after raping five girls? Is killing among each other just because they don't share similarity with you getting us anywhere? If you have an answer, then please guide.

P.S: This may sound really brash to some. But I defy to apology. I know I am not doing anything wrong. Your thought might contradict with mine. But you can't deny any of the above.

That Visit

I sit next to him, two feet across the table he is sitting. The evening is lazily getting darker. I stare hard on his smugged face. Undoubtedly under that hard mask life pulsated undetected.

"So how long?" My question interrupts him from his deep-inside-the-file state.

He looks at me in response, a steely glace through narrowed eye. He checks me out from tip to toe. Clearly his conscience holds him back from believing the facts splayed before him.

I cross my legs and lean over the table. Heat and itch both move crawling under those tight leather pants as they stretch with my new position.

Finally he sighs, nodding a clear disappointment upon himself. I want to release that smile of victory, but I hold it till he admits it himself.
"I told you. There is no end without me. You will be lost out in there. This is not your world played by your rules and integrity. I told you so. This is underworld, baby"

He doesn't react. He never did. Not to my dyed pink head or kinky clothes that I wear to show whatever I have.

"Any more questions?" I straighten on my place. Even a win as simple as this can give enormous strength.

I lick my lips before breaking the silence.
"The deal is still on the table, if you want."

He closes the file in silence, staring a blank look straight at me, boring a hole exactly where my heart is beating loudly. It's hard to decide whether he loves me more or hates me more. Anyway it's not good for any outlawed to mess with someone working under law.
I shake my head, get up and walk from there.

At the door, I pause a little. From the corner of my eyes, I could see that alluring once-in-a-while smile on his face.
I knew I would get that long expected visit from him today. I will be looking forward it.