Tuesday, February 20, 2018

What are you made of ?


Honey, what are you made of?
I threw stones at you.
I smeared you in black
But you never blinked an eye.

Honey, I am not an ordinary man
I am a man of honour.
Whoever I touch with my pen
Becomes my avid fan.

Honey, I must admit you are different
Have you fetish for only oldies?
They are so soft and meek
And don't have diamond cutters!

I admit you have the style
Panache, flamboyance and skill
I salute you from my heart
And promise not to bother again.




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Whom do you fool?


Whom do you cheat, Honey?
With two avatars at work
One very smart, the other dumb
Aren't you clever by half?

One makes us stumble
At every crooked sentence of her.
The other cosies up to you
And has a lovely demeanour.

One thinks obscurity is a virtue
And dishes up all the rubbish!
The other writes simple lines
Which you want to furbish!

One gives the oldies nicknames
And thinks herself as a Godess
The other is a simple lady
Who encourages you to progress.


Pictures taken form the Internet 

Monday, February 19, 2018

Salvation


Salvation, nirvana, hahaha
You want a piece of that?
Then relinquish all earthly pleasure
And make yourself a dumb fart.

Leave your lovely wife
Quit meat and all heavenly wine.
Sins! Leave those frigging sins
Every thing will be fine!

I am a cunning Brahmin
Don't worry about anything.
Your wife is my wife
And your treasure is all mine.

Greed is in my brain
Cheating is in my vein.
I promise your salvation
And I get my exaltation!

Picture taken form the Internet

Saturday, February 10, 2018

Goodbye to a friend


In this shivering cold winter
You deserved the warmth of friendship.
In your world of emptiness
You needed a true courtship.

I knew from the days of yore
We were friends for centuries
You smelled like a jasmine
And you fulfilled my dreams.

The tears in your eyes
Broke my heart in seven.
The smile on your face
Would take me to heaven.

What a charming woman you were
Lovely and caring as a wife
How you understood every emotion
And prayed for my life?

We were getting closer
Binding our souls day by day 
The threshold of friendship and love
Was blurring in every way.

Maybe it was easy for you
To keep your mind pure
But I was the only one
To be blamed for my failure.


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Saturday, February 3, 2018

Padmaavat: film review


After the much hullabaloo in the media about the erotic dream of Alauddin, I was dying to watch the movie. My wife said the scene was trimmed, but I didn't believe it. When we went to see the movie on the Republic day, my heart was pumping hard to see how the petite beauty performed with the hunk in bed! But alas, not only that scene was pruned, but also there was no  skin show in the entire movie! Regarding the controversy, it is much ado about nothing. If some people's feelings were hurt, they had to be the Muslims, who have been shown in a very poor light by Bhansali. Alauddin is portrayed as a savage beast who showed no qualms about killing his close relatives and friends; treachery ran in his blood; lust was the prime mover for his invasions. On the other hand Rajputs have been shown as people of high moral values; not afraid of sacrificing life when they had to choose one between death and honour.

The character Alauddin in Padmavaat is a brainchild of Bhansali. It was non other than Bhansali who was, as Ranveer admitted in an interview, all over Alauddin's kohl-eyed, scar-faced, mane-haired rusty looks, his flamboyant dialogues, mannerisms etc. In one scene, the Sultan threw an entire bottle of scent to a slave woman and hugged her to get himself scented.  There were few sensual scenes, but the best was the scene when Malik Kafur was bathing Alauddin. Did you say homosexual? Yes, it was. As a typical trait of Bhansali films, you will be amazed by the magnificent sets, which can take you to the 1300 AD Rajputana. The war scene was also captivating.

Shova De found faults with Deepika's trainer bra and Ranveer's footwear. However, I am not that critical, and found the costumes apt. I am little disappointed with the music. Actingwise, Ranveer outdid others by miles. Shahid looked like a puny minion in comparison with him. Bhansali should have chosen a better actor who looked like a mighty Rajput! Deepika did her best, but Aditi's acting was also superb.

There is no justification for the film to be shot in 3D. In the recent version of Ben Hur, there was only one scene of chariot race which could be a lame justification for its being 3D ( I am told the original Ben Hur was also a 3D film)! But, I thought Bhansali wasted money without adding any value to the visual effects.

I am a great proponent of freedom of expression without any ifs and buts. India is a nation of composite cultures. Someone or other may always come up with hurt feelings for every creative expression of an artist. But if we are to move out of the medieval, barbaric mindset, and move towards a liberal, modern outlook, we have got to defend the right to freedom of expression doggedly. In other words, the rulers have to crush the violent agitations of loony, parochial organisations like Karni Sena. Unfortunately, we found the two major political parties keeping mum in fear of losing few votes!

I can't finish  without mentioning Swara Bhaskar's acerbic take on the film. She thought the film glorified self-immolation, and Bhansali denigrated women to the extent that made woman equivalent to vagina. Well, she has a point!
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