Satire: Read What Lord Ram Has To Say About Firecrackers And Diwali

India’s highest court has ruled out that firecrackers be banned in Delhi NCR. And not very surprisingly it has ruffled the feathers of the old Hindutva crown. Some have welcomed it, as always and some have not, again, as always. But twitter has turned into the new battleground. Battles are no more fought in Kurukshetra or Kargil, new age warriors no more wield swords and battle hammers, they use their clickety-clickety keyboards now. But there is one thing that everyone seems to miss in all this hullabaloo. Ramayana. Yes, the old Hindu mythological text that tells the story of Ram, his wife Sita, his brothers, monkey-god Hanuman and other ensembles of the cast.

If you are familiar with Indian Twitter scene, you must already be aware of certain patterns. Like for example, the Hindu right wing, especially certain hardliners, always take back their argument to ancient texts. They talk about how wonderful, scenic and peaceful life was in age-old times. But this time, they are caught in t…

I Love You — Can We Fall In Love, Please?

It is crazy how after a hi
And crazy exchange of flirting
You send that I love you text
Everyone after few texts nowadays
Is asking if we can fall in love with
As if they are asking to put jeans on
Or to sign on those dotted lines
It doesn’t work like that
You don’t love because you want to
That is how you have sex
And that is alright
Few need it as an entry filter
before calling each other a couple
And that is alright too
But Love, it just happens
without validation and screenings
There is no starting point for love
I love you is not the start
It is just the officiating
It begins long before you utter those words
Long before you know it, it just blooms inside

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Has It Ever Happened To You?

Has it ever happened to you?
That you are in bed with someone
Your bodies touching each other
But you aren’t there altogether
Your mind is wandering elsewhere
In some other bed, someone else’s arms
Smelling a body alien to one you are in with now
Smooching a face far away from this room
Has it ever happened to you…

When Vegetables Became Hindu And The Goat A Musalman — Story Of A Family WhatsApp Group That Turned Hostile Over ‘Eid Mubarak’ Wishes

I don’t use Whatsapp much for my own personal reasons. Most of the times it’s uninstalled and when it’s installed I check it few times of the day when I have absolutely nothing else to do; that is, after a round of Twitter, Instagram, Reddit etc. Today as it was Eid, early morning when I got up, I sent Eid wishes to all of my contacts who celebrate it via of course Whatsapp, Twitter, Instagram, FB messenger and few SMSes (two of my friends are still not technologically connected).
Late afternoon, as I was browsing through few replies and other messages, I stumbled upon a text in a family Whatsapp group. Now, I usually stay away from Whatsapp groups but this particular text just plain annoyed me. Message which was written in local language roughly translated to, “Nobody celebrates it here… Don’t post such wishes…” I opened the group to check who had posted what. I personally feel these groups are a den of bigotry and hate. That’s one of the reasons I have stopped reading group message…

When They Tell You They Want To Disappear

They will tell you
They wanna disappear
Far away from the madness of this world
Away from hate, failures, breakups, heartbreaks
They wanna walk into wilderness
Into open fields and clear streams
Jungles where elephants make sounds
And deers run from roaring lions
Into trees that grow supporting one another
A world that exists onto itself
Where seeds fall down and come to life
when it pours from the skies

But you know what?
That’s not disappearing
You want to be found
You are longing to be discovered
You are crying to meet thyself and you will
But disappear you will not
You will vanish only when death embraces you
When you will become one with thin air
That would be disappearance…

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What Happens When You Ignore The First Mistake

It not only takes your right to question the second occurrence but also opens a cycle that is hard to break.
First things are always the first. How lame a sentence, isn’t it? But seriously; Good, bad or ugly, firsts set the precedent and it’s always important to make note of them.
When an error, a mistake, a crime, an event where norm or law is broken for the first time, it is important to stop and question it then and there. However small or insignificant it may seem at first, it needs to be called out for what it is. A mistake. You don’t ignore it because it doesn’t matter and not affect your flow of work. It might not affect you now but believe me it will come to haunt you tomorrow and then you will have nothing to do about it except to regret. That’s exactly what I did last week when I went home. 
I had marriage of a family member to attend to at one side of Goa, a small Indian state famous for its pristine beaches, old churches and Portuguese era architecture. Couples had long tied …

The Scent, The Parting And Longing That Lives On

Remember when we first met Remember when we embraced each other close
That’s when I encountered your scent
The one that I have still not forgotten
I know we both have traveled long for now
Not together but on separate paths
But I remember that scent vividly
That invigorating feeling it evoked
Every night when I’m alone to myself
I wish to join you
I wish to make that scent mine

I remember buying the same soap as you Thinking the scent was from it
I remember buying the same perfume but
It took me a while to realize it was yours alone
It emanated from you and you alone
I remember hugging you tight at times
Just to get that scent on my body
I remember breathing heavy beside you
Losing myself in the scent I had so badly
Fallen in love with

I remember us parting on good terms I remember that day so well when we called it off
I remember it
I wanted an embrace, a close one, for one last time
I couldn’t ask
I stood there thinking how to put my feelings into words
I wanted to feel you close