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Sunday, February 24, 2013

"Assured"


She walks through the door startling him, he looks up. For a little while they stare at each other. Then she says, “You look tired, it looks like it’s been a busy day.” He replies, "Yeah..you have been busy too." Can you tell me what happened?
She replies, "Maybe someday..."
Then he asks her, "Did I lose you? Did I?"
She walks up to him and hugs him. Then she answers, “I have known you all my life and even then I only knew half of you… the promise of you. But these past few days, you have fulfilled your promise. How could you ever lose me?
He tightly hugs her tears rolling down his eyes, he kisses her forehead.



Tuesday, February 14, 2012

A FUGITIVE IN THE NIGHT...



My last vacation from work was over and I had taken a seemingly easy job in my first case as a fledgling private investigator, attempting to track down the missing father of a client Liz Schumer from Berlin who had gone to India for a week’s vacation and was never seen again. It was a successful effort with unanticipated consequences. I had bought a house in a quaint area of town in Stuttgart, Germany and was settling in well. Although the home was a little too big for me alone, I enjoyed the Victorian view. My friends and family had warned me about the dangers of living alone and in a foreign country but I assured them I would be fine as I had everything locked at night and there was good security.
Everyone in my little community seemed nice and the next door neighbors had welcomed me with a Rote Grütze (red fruit pudding) and several bottles of Liebfraumilch (which literally translates to cheap sweet wine), all in all life wasn’t too bad. I had even found out where the closest theatre was and would occasionally take myself to watch the latest movies. As days went by I heard several stories circulating about some drug kingpin known as DON who was originally from India that had broken the morale of his associates by infiltrating the gang with an alias and then taking advantage of his associates’ enmity. Apparently he was so shrewd and so merciless that he had earned a title as king of the underworld undisputed. The police in his pursuit had unknowingly hired him and he ruthlessly had used this to his advantage and set his former associates to battle with the police as he escaped much to everyone’s bewilderment leaving no traces of his evidence or his whereabouts. Word on the streets was that Don had conquered the Asian underworld and was bored so he had set his sights on European domination and was probably already in some European country infiltrating the European underworld but of course he had to get past all the mafia and law enforcement agencies. But at this point it was anybody’s guess. He could be anywhere, who knew??? The evening news always brought a segment on the most wanted fugitives to date and so I decided to check it out and sure enough there was Don’s image being flashed several times along with other wanted criminals. Amongst the other things I had heard about him was that he always got what he wanted women, money, and the law and if he wanted you dead then you were toast. Certainly, in his own country lots of crime lords bowed down to him and were scared of him.

Somehow I had warmed up to these wild stories about him and grown fond of his persona. I was a good girl, religious, well educated with a great job at a private investigation firm. Most importantly; I was obedient to my elders/parents growing up but couldn’t help liking his bad side...what was wrong with me? Huh! Could not bother myself with such doubts I had suddenly developed a thing for this man, criminal, fugitive, murderer, bank robber, drug lord... wanted in ten or more countries but I couldn’t care less. My fondness for him seemed to be more than his crimes. I must have dozed off because suddenly I woke up worried and scared. For some reason, I thought that I had heard something in the house. As I held the covers against my body, I considered calling the police. However, I reconsidered wondering what the police might say. My house was one of the best protected homes in town. So I took the courage and slipped into my slippers. Slowly I walked to the door and listened. It was quiet; there was nothing there to hear. I opened the door and stepped into the hallway.

“Hello?” I almost whispered.

Nobody answered as I had hoped. I sighed, leaned against the wall and giggled. I couldn’t believe I was dumb enough to think that someone would be in my high secure home. As I turned around and went back into my room, a dark shadow grabbed me throwing me on the bed. I turned around and tried to move more onto the bed while trying to adjust to the dark, I wondered what the stranger wanted. Was he going to hurt me, rape or kill me?

I couldn’t think straight and didn’t know what to do next. The dark shadow came closer, leaning over me.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said softly, “Am not here to hurt you”.

As I tried to focus on the man in the room, the smell of his cologne hit me and it instantly turned me on and I started feeling warm but fear took over as he stroked my face. He then turned to the little lamp that was located on the nightstand and turned it on. I moved back not believing what I saw. There in my room was DON, the fugitive and convict that had escaped prison!! Why had he chosen my home? Why not someone else who had more to offer to him. We both stared at each other dumbfounded not knowing how to react, even act toward each other.

After what seemed like hours, Don started talking.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said once again, “I won’t hurt you”.

“How do I know you are speaking the truth?” I asked.

“Just take my word for it. If I had been here to hurt you Larv, I would already have
done so.” Wait! He knew my nickname..."LarveeK" and he had even sweetly shortened it.

I looked at DON and moved my eyes over his body. He slowly removed the cap and trench coat he was wearing. He was even more beautiful than the portrait on television. At 5’9” he looked tall and I seemed to have to look up onto him. What really stood out was his hazel eyes, the angular face with a uniquely shaped nose and black silky hair tied in a pony tail. His age 46 years old as stated on the news didn’t do him any justice as he looked a lot younger. All in all, I thought he looked quite handsome and sexy...a beautifully crafted Masterpiece...

“What do you want?” I asked.

Don hung his head stepped over to the bed and sat down.

“Please let me stay here for tonight,” he begged.

“Why would I do that?”

He looked up and explained to me that he couldn’t handle life in prison anymore. He had been considering escape for quite some time but had never done so. This time had been different. He had seen an opportunity to flee and had taken that chance. He just wanted freedom for one night and then turn himself back in. Life as a fugitive was not easy. He would be on the run without knowing where to go. He couldn’t go back home as authorities knew where he would be. He had lived that life fifteen years ago and didn’t want to go that road again. He just wanted one night of freedom and as we started talking and getting comfortable with each other, I walked to the bathroom which was attached to my bedroom, turned on the water in the hot tub and motioned for Don to come over. He paused for a brief moment but eventually got up and walked toward me.

“I figured you could use a warm hot bath”, I said looking shy.

Don smiled and nodded.

“I sure can,” he said, “I feel like a wet dog.”

We both started laughing as Don slowly undressed himself. I looked down. He obviously wasn’t troubled that I was in the room nor did he seem shy or worried to uncover his body. Maybe he just didn’t care after all those years in prison. As he turned around he noticed me looking at him.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he reached for a towel to wrap around his waist.

“It’s okay,” I said as I was leaving the bathroom...

Oh God! I was so confused. Here was this convict who had escaped from prison and all I could do was sit there and think. My brain told me to pick up the phone and call the police. However my heart told me something different. I knew what Don had done in the past and what he might still be doing, but I was so overwhelmed with his looks that I didn’t care. The thought of him maybe wanting to kill me too never came up. Somehow he had given me his word and I trusted him. I positioned myself on the left side of the bed and stared at the ceiling. As I closed my eyes I still could see his body. He was slender and tall and I couldn’t help thinking about the beauty of his manhood and his whole aura. I sighed and felt aroused by the image that was stuck in my head. Although I was still somewhat frightened, I knew I wanted him and amazingly it wasn’t just sexual. I was falling in love with him...that quick?? I asked myself...Did he really have such powers? I had never fallen in love with a guy before. As a matter of fact I always thought most men were idiots and they just weren’t worth my time. So it came as a surprise even to me that all this was happening in an evening, a strange one to say the least.

After what seemed like ages Don opened the door. Again he had the towel wrapped around his waist. I sat up and looked at him. In some way he knew what I was thinking and crawled in bed next to me. The smell of his clean body intoxicated me and I felt my heart skip a beat. He started to talk, joking around. I couldn’t help but laugh with his silly humor and once in a while I would touch his arm. The funniest and cutest thing is when he took the remote and turned the TV on to the cartoon channel and as he giggled to a “Tom & Jerry” episode; I wondered if there were such criminals like him around in the world...I mean whoever heard of a murderous sociopath with a liking to Looney Toons??? Yet here he was to take me and I seemed to have no objection...I must have zoned out into my thoughts because then he suddenly startled me back to reality. He had grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him forcefully, I almost lost my balance. Looking up at him he had this smirk almost evil grin on his face...his eyes widened at my surprised look. He asked in a husky but sensual voice, “Are you afraid of me?” I quickly answered no! Knowing I was a little afraid of him not because he was a criminal but because deep down I admired him, even loved him. He gently lifted me towards the middle of the bed and I started wondering if he did this with every woman he met or broke into their house. Was he going to toy with me first? My thought was interrupted with him kissing me and before I realized it, I was completely at his mercy. Things must have moved amazingly fast and sweetly because the next thing I heard was his whisper in my ear, “You’re someone I will have to come back for again and again and just don’t share this with anyone” pointing on my chest. He kissed my forehead and I in turn kissed his nose and each one of his eyes and answered... “the feeling is mutual love because I will always be here for you dead or alive...”

We both felt emotionally and physically drained and as I watched him nod off while still in his arms my thoughts lingered again. My mind seemed so calm and for a convict, Don was a sweet and loving guy. I had enjoyed every piece of his being, his body. I knew it would be hard to let him go. Although Don had a bad name to him, to me he had shown the real loving and caring Don who didn’t want anything else than give me what I wanted. He had proven to me that he had a soft side to him too by holding me close, gently touching my body and loving me...

The sun was shining through the window. I could feel the warmth on my face. I moved over and slid my hands over to the other side of the bed. Opening my eyes slowly I noticed a note on the pillow which read, “Thank you for the wonderful night. You have given me the hope to love again...my wild cat...I will be back for you.”

I started crying and wasn’t sure if it was from sadness or joy. Either way, it was a fact...Don was gone but I knew then no matter where I went he would find me and was always going to be with me!



Sunday, July 10, 2011

"As You Unravel Me"



As I am
Weaving crosshairs
of your wrapping fingers
shadowing my eyes
I see filtered
behind the hazel of your own
an insatiable intensity
ordering my flesh
To ascend
and descend
into a recruit’s rhyme

"Take me higher"

"Move lower...Ooh... my sweet love..."

I ask of you

Submerging, you trail down to my heart
Hearing its clamorous beat you remove the lace
Undressing the silk of my skin
Untying me
Exposing me
Freeing me
From the crimson veiled phantoms
Bleeding across your bed
Begging to be scrubbed clean

"Don’t"

I whisper to you

"It’s not time yet"

Let them be...
Let us drench in each other
Am tainted in your colors
you’re painted in my soul
and we need the camouflage
I need the frequency of your lips
the length of its waves
to hush my moans
transforming themselves
from sound to sensation
Crying to shivering
Escaping from mouth to body
both begging release...
The consequence is the expert
playing of our digits
Surging music from our bones

"Lean closer"...

Your smile begs to be tasted
Heavenly dimples blushing
Something about this feeling
when kissing you is so tender
than the hesitation allowed
The intricate examination
of the texture of your flesh
leaves this raw expectancy
of waiting for more and more
Pausing for the truth of your tongue
as it unravels me again and again...



Sunday, June 5, 2011

WORLD ENVIRONMENT DAY (GREENATHON): Shah Rukh Khan on Greenathon3 Taking It Global~June 5th 2011


We all talk of improving lives, saving the environment and making a difference globally for our families and societies as a whole...BUT what are we really doing about it?? Action does speak louder than words, so lets take a look at some who are walking the talk while making it fun to do so...

GREENATHON 3: SRK UNINTERRUPTED - TOO FUNNY :-)

NDTV-Toyota Greenathon 3: Shah Rukh Khan talks about a whole lot of things, but some of the one liners... you would want to hear them again… LMAO~

SHAH DANCES TO RA. ONE'S CHAMMAK CHALLO BY AKON WITH PRIYANKA...G3

But most importantly, Shah Rukh Khan, Priyanka Chopra and Shahid Kapoor amongst others adopted 580 villages and all will be lit up with solar lanterns that will help improve the villagers’ lives immensely. Just think the villagers can see what they’re doing in the dark, girls can read and get better grades in school, the villagers’ day to day activities and lives are made easier just by having light instead of working in the darkness. God!!! I am so thankful to all these wonderful celebrities for making a difference where it matters most and helping boost their communities. Shah Rukh Khan adopted 11 villages on this Greenathon 3 and has helped take the greenathon movement global. I don’t know about you but if you asked me how I feel about all this. It would take me an eternity and more to tell you just how proud I am of my Shah...what a blessing and a beautiful example this man is to society and to me and my family. Thank you my love for all your efforts and may Allah open all the doors for you to your greatest achievements and all the success in the upcoming films Ra. One and DON 2...Words don’t do you justice Shah...but you have my heart and soul and that is enough words from me for now~

NDTV-Toyota Greenathon 3: SRK dances to Sajda dedicated to him at Greenathon 3

ALL IN ALL 11 CRORES ( 110,000,000.00 INR) => 2,454,261.51 USD EQUIVALENT WAS RAISED FOR 580 VILLAGES IN INDIA WITHOUT LIGHT!! CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL WHO MADE IT HAPPEN~

Shah Rukh Khan: I think we cannot remove plastic straight away. We need to learn how to recycle it...You're damn right baby we do need to learn how to recycle, all of us~

ASK YOURSELVES A FEW QUESTIONS AS YOU GO ON ABOUT YOUR LIVES AND TRY TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE:

How shall I stop the use of plastics in my day-to-day activities?
How shall I conserve energy?
How shall I help in stopping pollution from my side?
How shall i make a difference in another person's life?

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Did The Professor Have A Choice...? And what would your choice be??? :))



The following is an actual question given on a Chemistry mid-term exam at the University of Nairobi in Kenya.

The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well~

Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic
(absorbs heat)?

Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.

P1V1 = P2V2

One student, however, wrote the following:


First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.
As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell.
Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell.

With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.

This gives two possibilities:
1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.

2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over. So which is it?

If we accept the postulate given to me by Julie during my Freshman year that, "It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you!"..in her own words..and then take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number two must be true and thus; I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over.

The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct......leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why last night, Julie kept shouting..."Oh My God!!!"

THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY "A+"

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

New Beginnings Year 2011


Today is a good day to new beginnings,
Our tale may be old but it’s new in this season
Speaking the arc of truth today
My muse’s blessing took the form of
An immaculate colored breeze
devouring the rebellious butterfly on the wing
As he guided me to

My new year’s resolution...

Loving those within and closest to my heart
Now more than ever

As he loved then, I loved back
Now I love and he loves even more
We will love still
And hope to love infinitely

Without misfortune or ramification
In the sweet breathing of our lives
2011 is a good year to just love
And truly be loved eternally and thereafter.









HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE AND STAY BLESSED WITH LOTS OF LOVE~

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

"My Adonis"


You stand before me
Handsome as always,
My Adonis
Sculpted from my love,
My dreams and desires.
I am astounded at how still you can be
As my eyes drink your flawless pose
Rock hard granite perfection.
Silky raven hair falling
No...
Hanging above a placid
Forehead unrifled yet by age
A Masterpiece!
Gem colored eyes
Varying hue by the hour
Or reset by the mood
Cat's Eye Topaz
Malachite chartreuse
Complimenting
Fleshy lips flawlessly placed
Begging to be bitten...
To be consumed...
On an angular face
As if chiseled after an image of Eros
Erogenous neck line luring the eye
Down to your broad shoulders
Arms outlined in muscles
Defined and secure
Like a horse in gallop

Tag Heuer resting on your wrist
Interrupting the flow
To your hand
Harboring virile fingers
Painting, gliding and gripping
A pen, a phone, a brush,
My soft supple skin...
Your torso inebriating
Your well drawn back
A heavenly sea to rest upon
A pirate
plundering hearts
Wherever you may sail.

I met you long ago
Needing someone to dream of
When bored and to speak to
When lonely
To cry to and hold
When nights failed
To draw me into slumber

Now always together...

I have spoken to you
Of Love, Fears, Dreams
I have read your poetic words
Contemplating all of life
Your melodious soft voice
Stretches itself over the extension
Whispering magical words
Lulled with a sultry accent
Airing comforting phrases
These memories and time spent
With a man that is more than a rainy-day’s comfort
And a fleece blanket covering
My naked feet.

Softly...
Like a whispered caress
I edge closer
To your wanting pedestal
I possess you
My one-piece collection,
Frozen forever in this moment
My hands move-rushing to
Polish you into refined elegance
Kissing your eyes,
Your dimple,
Your nose.
Caressing your face,
Your chest,
Your thighs.
I kneel before you
My Vampire Knight...
Smoothing you until you glisten
I come apart at the ends of
Your soft fingertips...
And before I am finished
I slowly run my lips
From the apex to the base
Of our passionate craving
Entangled in sweat and tears
Unafraid of tomorrow’s fears
Ecstatic to the moment’s oblivion

For every question
You hold in your heart
I answer
I am yours.


Friday, October 1, 2010

"Don't Question My Intelligence: SRK!!!"

I love posting anything that i find interesting and there're a million reasons why i adore Shah Rukh Khan as a man / star / actor and human being. Below is one among those many reasons. Here is an example of what simple human rights (Freedom of Speech, Freedom of Thought, Freedom of Religion, Equality excetera...) are and how they're interpreted and misconstrued by others. This is an article from the Times Of India and my thoughts come after, some translations are included...


Anshul Chaturvedi, TNN, Sep 30, 2010, 12.00am IST



SRK ke affair ki story mein ek byte communal harmony ka bhi chala do (While talking about SRK's affairs let's throw in a byte about communal harmony too) is how stars' perspectives on national issues are treated, says SRK, which is why he doesn't always say what he thinks. Except, of course, to TOI

Last week, the Mumbai police asked cine stars to appeal to people to maintain communal harmony as the Babri verdict approaches. You've spoken earlier – after Emraan Hashmi's press conference on not getting a house in Mumbai – and you'd said that you have a point of view, but you're defensive about expressing it because a) it's always misinterpreted, and b) the media doesn't take a stand. Today, if approached for bytes on communal harmony, are you willing to go beyond the one-liners?
Perhaps we should not be taken very seriously because we are film stars. You don't go to every engineer or doctor to take his viewpoint on communal harmony. The contrary argument to this is – oh, but you guys are public figures! My contrary argument is, we are public figures to the extent that we are entertainers. Beyond that, if there is an issue that I want to talk about, it may be personal, it may be women's education, I'll say it. You don't have to take it seriously, but if I felt it, I said it. If somebody takes it seriously, wonderful.

But I do feel that the line between how seriously we can take movie stars is rather fuzzy; we ask every movie star to talk about a national issue – whether it's the games, a cricket match, communal harmony, using contraceptives, polio vaccines... And on the same hand, we ask them some really silly things too. By virtue of subjecting a profession to two diverse thoughts – arre, bataiye, aap ne toh wahaan badi badtameezi ki thi, aap to sharab pi kar danga karte hain, humne suna hai ki aap ne toh...(Please tell us, you behaved so badly in that place, you drink and create havoc, we heard you .....) – you get a little schizophrenic. Am I someone who should talk about a larger issue in the overall interest, or am I someone who is just meant to be doing tomfoolery?

Yeah, the last time you spoke on this, you said, I'm just a dumb, vulgar star, why should I have an opinion?
Yeah, so why do I have to answer all this... so you are always in two minds when something like this is said. There are days when you feel, I'm not gonna speak, yaar. Because with the stage and the time of the work that you are doing, you reach a point when you cross just personal satisfaction. Then you think, I'll do this because cinema will look better. Of course you want your films to do well, but at some point you also begin doing it with a thought beyond just the BO returns.

But people only weigh it like that – that you can't think beyond your next film's future. That makes me go back to a thought – films and filmmakers and actors are part of a strange art form, which is only measured by the yardstick of commerce. So it's a dichotomy; it'll always be so. Ki hum artists hain, lekin jab tak woh painting biki nahi ek crore ki, tab tak hum bade artist nahin hain. (We are artistes but until that painting sells for a crore we haven't made it to the top) It's a strange thing, that you are weighed purely by commerce, while you are artistic by thought and belief. So sometimes, the question is put to you as an artistic person, about national interest. And you're like, haan, main artist hoon, main aapse is baare mein bolta hoon. (Yeah I'm an artiste, so I'm talking to you on this issue)) Suddenly, it's a commercial question – and you go, arre, yeh kahan se aaya... (Arre, where did this come from) It's a fait accompli, an occupational hazard, and I'll never be able to resolve it.

So when someone says to me, speak about communal harmony, I will say – yeah, I believe in communal harmony, in my house there's communal harmony. I believe my nation is truly secular, I truly believe that. So I will talk about it. And on the same platform, like you were just pointing out the contradiction, someone will ask me – toh aapka six pack aa gaya? (so have you got your 6-packs yet?) So you're like... how do I answer something on communal harmony and on six packs in the same breath? So you're, like I said, schizophrenic. You know you're playing two parts simultaneously, and so on days, you try to avoid playing at least one of them.


I don't know if people understand, from the outside, the dichotomy of questions that we are subjected to, ki bhai, kya poochh rahe ho same breath mein? (what are you asking in the same breath?) You don't ask the other part to national leaders, you never ask them a frivolous question. And just because we entertain, by jumping and doing fight scenes and dancing, it does not make us different...it takes a lot of intellect to do the silly things that we do on screen to convince a billion people that this is true. It takes a lot of intellect to be able to convince people to believe in fantasy – but people don't seem to be able to recognize that.

Like, Walt Disney wasn't a cartoon...
Absolutely. Walt Disney is not a cartoon. He is genuinely, internationally, the longest lasting phenomenon. You don't laugh at him when you see his face and say, he's Mickey Mouse. He's not Mickey Mouse – he's the creator of dreams. And some dreams are funny, some are silly, some are sweet – that does not make the creator any of those things, it just makes him very imaginative. It makes him versatile.

I like talking when people ask me sensible questions. Ask me senseless questions also, but in a context, and I can have fun, I can make you laugh at my answers. But it should not be that you are just doing it for a purpose which is so transparent, and you are questioning my intelligence by asking me a question like that; ask me a question, but don't question my intelligence. That's what it comes down to, many times. Come with a question, but don't come with a motive behind a question. But... you live with it. You do get irritated also, at times... maybe that is why people are taking to more social networking stuff. They are actually moving away. That is why you may find in the long run that the fastest information, the most important information, finally, all celebrities will end up giving through their own channel – be it a book, a blog, Twitter, XYZ. If I'm not talking about a topic on my channel, it means I don't want to talk about it. I'm very clear now, for example, I don't talk about religion. If somebody asks me a question, I usually won't answer, because what I say hurts people. So, it's like, sorry, now you can't have my views on religion, publicly, because you don't know how to appreciate it, because it causes too much strife.

Transmission losses?
Ya, ya, it all gets... in fact, in some time, I'm gonna take a position that I will not answer questions about co-actors. Ask me about my film, my work, my job, my stuff – good. Bas.

So if it is about your suit in " Ra.One", or the six packs, the pop answers, you will answer anyone, but if it is about something that you actually think about, like religion, you won't take a public platform, won't share it?
No, I won't share it. Not with the popular media. I don't think they're even interested in knowing. I doubt if there is any real interest. It is like – aap bol dijiye na, thoda sa bol dijiye communal harmony pe... matlab? (tell us a bit please, just say a few words on communal harmony....what's that?) It's like advertising. They just want me like someone who is selling that thing right now. Thoda sa bol do na... Shah Rukh ka affair ka story chala denge, toh uske andar ek yeh bit bhi aa jayega communal harmony appeal ka. (Just tell us a few words na?.....we'll start the story with Shahrukh's affairs and throw in a bit about communal harmony too) I think a lot of actors and right thinking people will be perplexed by that, won't they?

You've stuck to that line, of not commenting on issues of social relevance?
Yeah, I don't think movie stars are nationally relevant – it's as simple as that. Or, are thought to be not relevant enough to speak in the national interest, on national issues, without it turning out to be a full blown controversy. We are not supposed to have an opinion. If we have an opinion, it has to be controversial – that is how we are always projected. It is difficult. I do have my opinions, in a private room, and I like to share them, and I do like to figure out if they are correct or wrong; I am an open, 'discussive' kind of person, but it is so unfortunate that today, I am so worried about saying anything – can't even say anything nice about the city (Delhi) ki bhai kisi aur city ko bura na lag jaaye! (in case some other city gets offended) I may say things with the right intention, but more often than not, people will misconstrue it.

I couldn't help overhearing you talking to friends about the question of money-making in projects of national relevance, before we began this interaction...
If anyone is working on something in the national interest – even if there is this human nature, that I would like to earn because I am working the hardest in this activity, or whatever, if you feel you are not being paid enough for it as per your efforts, say so, make a clear-cut demarcation about these things. But be clear, whatever I am doing in the national interest, for a public activity, at least 51 per cent should go to the nation, I can look to make 49 per cent from it. It cannot be that 99 per cent I make and give 1 per cent to the nation! You need to give back. And when I say give back, I am not being idealistic, I'm a material guy, I'm a businessman, I'm a f****** rock star! Okay, maybe I shouldn't be talking like that, but the point I'm making is that, if I'm ever asked to do something in the national interest, do a project of national relevance, it's not as if I will not charge for it, but I will ensure that what I give back is not just worth that money, but is a little more than that. It should not be just value for money, it should be a little more than value for money. If you are in a business, your personal venture, take 100 per cent profit, take 500 per cent profit by all means, but if you are working on a national project, the objective cannot be to take back a 500 per cent profit. If somebody is working very hard, or deserves a lot of money, pay him upfront, say he is going to be working for so much time, he deserves it – and then put the rest of the money where it should go. But unfortunately, that sort of transparency is rarely there.

In that context – Rahman being paid 5 crore for the games song, which is widely seen to be a fiasco. Do you think this is an instance of delivering more than a little value for money, as you say, or is it that when politicians and bureaucrats commission something, even a Rahman ends up delivering a sarkari output?
Uh... you see, yaar, creativity has this problem, sometimes it'll be liked, sometimes it won't. It's unfortunate that perhaps we expected something more popular from this music, and it isn't that. See, this is very subjective. You will find enough people who like that also, I think. But perhaps one has decided at some level to take the Commonwealth Games and say, everything is wrong. Ek predisposed idea ho gaya hai – Commonwealth hai, sab kuch kharab hai. Paani aa gaya, dengue aa gaya, traffic aa gaya, yeh ho gaya, woh ho gaya... sab kuch galat hai. Ek wrong footing par aa gaya hai games,(It's become a predisposed idea now - It's the CWG, everything's rotten. There's floods, there's dengue, too much traffic, this...and that...everything's bad) and the song is also caught up in that.

Also, I think the whole spectacle is a reflection of how little we appreciate sporting events in our country. We as it is are quick to demean it, and of course all these recent controversies in cricket etc are not helping it either. It's a slightly grey area for us.

A Bollywood superstar, brand ambassador for a state, a little later is brand ambassador for another state with a completely different political ideology...?
You can see it one way, I see it the other way, like I am affiliated to, say, Pepsi. If I leave Pepsi, and later Coke tells me to do something for them, I'd do it. I have no issues, whether Coke and Pepsi have different ideologies or not. See, I'm called for a job, I'd do it. I used to endorse a computer company; they don't use me any more, for the last one and half years. There's another computer company that just called me, and I said of course I'll do it. Of course I believe both the companies are good at their job. And I believe it is my job to tell people about what the good points of either company are. I'm not lying in either case.

If I'm called to launch the Delhi Eye, I'll say okay, I'll come, I was excited by the London Eye, so if there's something like that opening here, and I'm called, I'll come. Tomorrow if I'm called to launch the Chennai Eye, I'll go and do it, or the Bhopal Eye, or the Lucknow Eye. There's no political line, as far as I see it.

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I think we look at stars or public figures as servants of our own egos and not human enough to feel and do the things we do simply because they're portrayed as a bit alien with something more than a normal person. Hence, we emulate them and blame them at the same time for simply being human. But it's time we realize that they're no different than we're they just happen to be in a different line of work than most of us. Okay granted they make more money but anyone who works hard enough or invents something can make that kind of money. However, this is besides the point. I have met women who tell me that their kids look up to President Obama and therefore when he smokes he's setting a bad example. Yeah you heard me right...Please do excuse my French but who the fuck thinks like that??? How does your parental responsibility get transfered to the President of the United States??? Does he not have enough responsibilities on his plate as a public servant of this United States of America, he has to babysit someone's kids, a responsibility that is solely theirs as parents?? Oh and as if that isn't enough you find parents that that let their kids watch whatever is on the TV or online like a Lady Gaga video and then when their kids want to dress like her they decide to blame the Musician and completely fail to see how idiotic that is!! Because Gaga didn't give birth to their child, they did it's up to them to shelter their kids from anything that maybe a bad influence or overexposure to the Media...

I fail to understand this kind of mentality where people project their personal responsibilities to movie stars, musicians, political figures and other celebrities.

Why do we ask movie stars and musicians questions about politics or how to run our country? Isn't this the work of those congressmen, senators and Members of Parliament we voted for and put on those high end seats to run our countries and governments? And who says movie stars and musicians don't have a political opinion? Are they not citizens of their countries and well serving members of those very communities? They have every right to voice their opinions just like everyone else but we make it a big deal that they have spoken and God forbid they said something sensible so we turn on them and use their words against them. But wait... when we need them to show up for an event (fund raising etc..) we're promoting then suddenly their opinions seem to matter. How wrong is this???

So here is my take on it because it annoys the living daylights out of me...

People...all the above persons have their own lives to deal with besides yours. They have their own:
-Families (Children ) to raise
-Jobs that they have to work hard at to survive
-Trying to please all their fans or followers
-Entertain everyone
-Keeping up appearances everywhere
-Maintaining the the peace amongst us because we're just too stupid to work together on common goals that benefit us all as human beings (Democrats and Republicans)

Now get your shit straight ya'll, get on top of your game and take care of your own damn responsibilities and issues as parents and members of your communities instead of sitting on your asses and blaming some public figure who has no clue what your psychosis or egotistic self centered-ness is all about!!!

Ask yourselves what your responsibilities as parents, members of society and as human beings are before you throw all that to some actor, musician, or politician. We all have an obligation to ourselves and an interest in our communities and need to evaluate how we're making a difference for ourselves, our families and others around us before we designate that accountability to someone else!!

GET YOUR PRIORITIES STRAIGHT!!!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

"A Lesson In Chemistry"



Indivisible you come to me...meeting me in the spaces...
between our hearts...
Here now...talk to me...more about everything...whisper slowly...
Films with you...films of you...old black and white movies...
colored ones too...
Take off my armour...stay tonight...decorate me...
Reflections in cafe` windows...we sit and read together...
substance...
I want (not less)...maybe more... yes more...touching...
your glittering gold...
Surround me...soft pillows...in hotel rooms...waiting...
Dream...make it unforgettable...everything else...
leave it unsaid...
Needing...You undress me...unfolding me...my layers...
My fingers...mesh and then unmesh with yours....
They trail...over the soft olive flesh...
Of your forearm...to your back...down...
So strong...yet vulnerable...Your sight...
It never fails to undo me...

Confessions...In your ear...I need to run...down every path of you...
Exhaust myself in the many mazes...and patterns of you until weary...
I collapse...allowing the last remaining traces of coherence...
To abandon me before...the madness of your scent...
Leaves me...without an identity...

"Mmmm..." You giggle...looking at me...you search deep...in my eyes...

Gift wrap me...red bow...make it about nothing...
about something...about everything...
Say it...I will...tell me stories...till dawn...
Sweet...sweeter...sweetest...equations and calculations...as you...
Feed me...
Loving...your tenderness...such beauty...fade in me...you are my whole...
Our lips...our torsos...our hips...our thighs...our moisture...
Our straining...our collapse...inside...

"Please...!" You whisper... again and again...as you're kissing me...
Not knowing what you're begging for...but it almost feels like it’s your life...
I have never heard you plead before...
"Yes Sir...!" I say...tears rolling down my eyes..."Anything you need...
...Everything you need..." I belong to you...murmuring...
Drowning in your kisses...beneath the flood of your yearning...
You lose yourself... in me...I come undone...
Falling into one another...complete rapture...

By the phone...calling me...play me like your sax...
Cover me...
Comforting you...giving trust...love...my fire...You
Glued to you...on you...portraits of intimacy...fit in my frame...
My winter coat...your arms...your heartbeat...Within me...
Your touch...meliorates my emotive wounds...
Your lips...nestle the glaze of my being...
Your soul...becomes that of with purpose...only after my own...
Altogether...Ours...




SHAH...THIS ONE BELOW IS FOR MAKING ME ELATED TODAY...*ILU*..THANK YOU..!'BUMPY RIDE' TEACHING YOU HAHA...~

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

"Love's Invasion"


Love came in a Spanish calypso
with sonnets written under a
Back Bay’s Indian moon
It was smoking a Cuban cigar
filled with verses written
by romantic film heroes
Blowing clouds of carnival sounds
trying to rewrite the notes to my heart
I fell prey
to the sweet tongue
Kissing my heaven

When I was awakened
from the hypnotic loving
It had stolen my rebel
Leaving me like those badass poets
Who once composed the history of
Britain with their famished teeth
Volcanic lyrics that made
The devil retreat under words
they can now be seen on road side theaters
Singing tunes of Shakespeare
Writing love messages in bottles
Searching for that predator
Who indulged on their hearts
Very shortly they will blossom
Because that is what love will do
Filling your inkwell with roses
and soft melodies
Making you forget to cry
I feel the beating heart from graves
Of men whose bravery still bleeds on my page
I didn’t want to fall in love
And have it take away the pain
Because yesterday needs revealing
and tomorrow needs replenishing

But alas...

Am too late for Love’s Invasion.







Tuesday, September 14, 2010

"Third Strike!"



Rise before me...
Take your shirt out of your jeans.

Now!

I didn’t say you could look at me.
You just earned your...

First strike!

Kick your shoes off and spread your legs apart.
I want bare feet
Spread them wider
I can see the pulse jumping at your throat.
You’re breathing fast, baby...
There’s no reason to be afraid of me.
At least, not yet.
I can always smell you.
Your scent’s caught on my skin
and when I taste it on waking
My smile soaks into my day
and spreads like honey through my limbs
You smell like sandalwood and tonquin musk
with white chocolate
I’ll never be hungry again
Or soiled

Unbutton your shirt from the bottom to the top.
Slow
Slower
I shouldn’t have to repeat myself.

That’s the second strike!



Throw your shirt near your shoes
and take a deep breath.
If you look at me again,
I’ll pull one of your chest hairs out
with my nails and feed it to you.

You know...literally?

I’ll place my lips against yours
and tug them open
With my incisors and a guarded heart
Don’t worry, I won’t be gentle
I’ve started to need you
So I’ll bite hard this time.

I’m going to hurt you tonight
In three delicate ways
So that you don’t hurt me
When your hand gets tangled
in my hair as we sleep
Pull your jeans just below your hips
And be still...


Such marvelous lines to fall into here
my throat aches..am thirsty...

There’s a muscle twitching beside your belly
when I reach out with my two hungry fingers
You almost flinch.

That is the third strike!

You know what that means...

Come here boy... *I Love You* ~:)



Tuesday, September 7, 2010

"The Child In Him"



I love
The child in him
so innocent and sweet
The mischief in his eyes
The blush upon his cheek
The tender way he speaks
I love
That he shows me that he cares
And tells me he loves me in his own invented
language
The little colds disturbing his ever
Strong immune system
That give him a stuffy nose,
How he sweetly agonizes
On everything smelling less
How I make him chicken noodle soup
And give him lemon with sweet honey
Cold remedies concocted in the
Pharmacy of my soul
Honey lemon syrup of passion and
Hot ginger filled in his laughter

I love
The touch of his warm hand
That gently touches my hair
When he’s feeling better
And he holds me in his arms
The warmth from his chest on my face
as I lay on my forever home
I love
When he wears "the pink eye glasses"
The way he says my name
When I kiss his nose
The smiles that we share
That fill my life with glee
For when I’m with him
I find the child in me.


Monday, August 30, 2010

"My Predicate"



Words seem so inadequate
When I reach for you.

Why?

I want to
Precisely convey
The trace of my fingertip
Along the nape of your neck
or along the soft dimple in
the small of your cheek
as i stroll down the furrows
of your chest...

But how?

Each night as I envelop you in my arms
Your love’s scent mocks my attempts
to attach these predicates
called words
And when I awake and
find your hand in mine
I desperately search for
An unused phrase,
And unrepeated clause
That paints best a picture,
That speaks to you and of you
Of this delight that you sketch
Within me beyond definition

Yet what else is there for me to use?

I am no painter or actor
Is there another language
I must learn
That can portray
The way we fit and
The safety we feel
As we hold one another?
Our gaze meets and
our dreams are intricately
tangled
Every night I madly search
The heart’s dictionary
The soul’s thesaurus
And once more
The words slowly abate
Your loving glance becomes the
rhyming composition
Your laughter the emotional verse
The brush of your lips become
my pausing sonnet
Your arms wrapped around me
the Academy
This game is astoundingly frustrating
yet thrillingly beautiful

Perhaps...

It is Evolution, an Atomic
Fusion of electrical transformation,
an Inception
That needs to catch up
Where the Predicate
And our heart space is so
Undeniably intertwined
That one learner cannot survive
without the other
Certainly that is what already is,
Our never ending comma
An everlasting trend.







Wednesday, August 25, 2010

"Embracing your chaos"



I wrote this first in long hand in the dark
Wrote you short hand in the dim
to feel the words take me innocently upon the page
the distractions of the colour of life ruled away
Or was I trying to be a secret agent of my words?
Going undercover as I scrawled my
heart speak over an unlit page
hiding my feelings in the dimming
But each letter that fell
I knew where the right imprint of my truth was
I desire to write them on your skin each day one by one
with my tongue dipped in the ink of you
I love you
I love you still
I love you without the need to have a returning page
Eyes closed into the shadow of us
you ate from the goblet of my flames
slowly I consumed the fuel of my forever love for you
I lay quietly, glistening, the stars of my skin twinkling as your fingers passed
You wondered what universe you had led my mind to.
I played amongst the clouds the tremulous symphony
that was neither predictive nor pre-emptive.
Annihilating me you celebrated my fascination
Imbibing our motivation right to the core of the matter
to the nuance of our heart beat with undying emotion.
Such it was...
A knowing that cannot be spoken
A love that cannot be broken.
Day came with a discerning ray of light
And I awoke with a smile of contentment
my lips blurred a little in midnight blue
A no regret kind of awakening morning
It just does not feel wrong
to love the way we do, our biopic.



Monday, August 16, 2010

"GUEST POST AT THE URBAN COWBOY"



Hello everyone, Brian or better known as The Urban Cowboy asked me to do a guest post. Of course I couldn't say no because it was an honor and i was elated. Most of us know him as a decent, loving and amazing human being. I admire him for his generous spirit and lovely sense of humor. Besides that, he can write some mean stories for those who enjoy reading as i do. So if you haven't met him then please stop by and visit him, you won't regret it :)

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

"Into Dimensions of You"


You came to me
secretly
like the soft strain
of violins
woodsy
happy
noble
strangely solemn
saxophone sexual
on a bare raw breathe
I bled into your angelic limbs
as I soared through your heaven
you caught my essence
like blood and red wine
you sipped me slowly,
savored of my sweat.

Softly now
My lips linger
like cigarette smoke
on the taste of your glow
My heart warbles a chant
to the hymn of your soul
a tantalizing stroke
on the hull of your want
belonging
to the rains, the stars and the moon,
to the quiet,
to the rhythm.
You and I
reach to the sun
beneath the shades of blue
echoes like white shells and sand
hand in hand
You came to me
secretly
but linger infinitely...




Saturday, August 7, 2010

"Tell Me"


She walks through the door startling him, he looks up. For a while they stare at each other. Then she says, “You look tired, it looks like it’s been a busy day.” He replies, "Yeah..you have been busy too." Can you tell me what happened?
She replies, “Maybe someday...”

Then he asks her, "Did I lose you? Did I..?"

She walks up to him and hugs him. Then she answers, “I have known you all my life and even then I only knew half of you...the promise of you. But these past few months, you have fulfilled your promise. How could you ever lose me?
He tightly hugs her tears rolling down his eyes, he kisses her forehead.



Tuesday, July 27, 2010

"Gold on Film"



The alarm shrilled
lingering briefly
he invited the morning sun rays in.
Just another day on his calendar
the morning was as the previous,
but this one was strangely
full of hope and belief.
How could he have realized it then?
No signs had laced into his dreams.
Building up anguish seeped into his bones,
he did not turn to his wife to voice it
nor did he kiss her good-morning.
He had decided to change the rules to the game
No longer a game player,
he had become the game changer.

He dressed up and ate his breakfast
reveled in his children’s eyes,
the goodbyes at the airport were short.
Going into the day that was every yesterday
of his tomorrow, his work on the film sets.
On location during a shoot she walked in,
exuberant her cheeks swallowed
each step she took left a foot print upon his heart.
Shifting her gaze; his eyes followed
concealing her dying heart inside a rib maze,
his world spun in only her direction.
Silence filled every hour she was out of sight
limbo rocking his heart back and forth.
His need had grown patient arms
but it was her tears that undid him.

Then they met again and again there after,
every moment tasting different
sweeter than the last.
He was quiet and unassuming in his disposition,
the gentle elixir for all she’d known before.
Her spilling joy was everything
missing in his uniform existence.
He knew her ache was boiling
beneath her jubilant crust,
she couldn’t bear to see him alone
not even for a second.
She had vowed to watch over him every night,
he had sworn to dance with her every day.
She loved him beyond her dying heart,
he loved her beyond all reason.









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