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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wj0c57Cw8T4&feature=player_embedded Just turned on channel VH1 yesterday and saw this single by VJ Anusha. The song is in my lips ever since.  A great lyricist it must be, because the lyrics is awesome and makes total sense. A nice video is put up to match with the tempo. Well, a part of the video seemed a bit clichéd – yes, I am talking about the part where Anusha and the back dancers wear a uniform like teen school going girls. This reminds me of the biggest hit yet debut by Britney- Hit me baby one more time. A school girl in uniform dancing and singing for a guy can never be warded off. Thus, the thought comes to my mind if the same mantra is used here in “Better than your X” to make it a hit.  Traces of Avril’s influence can also be found in the lyrics too. Well, it won’t be wrong to say that Anusha is the new Indian popstar going International. Wish she stood out in the video whereas at some parts of the song her make-u...

This story was published in an e-magazine Word Splash in its issue of July 2012, http://www.wordsplash.in/the-whiskey-lullaby-2/ We watched him drink his pain away, A little at a time, But he never could get drunk enough, To get her off his mind … Pain or love wasn’t the reason why Prakash was the town drunk. “It’s my passion,” he would quote while listening to the Whiskey Lullaby,” It depicts my freedom.” *   It was two years ago, in Swindon during his working years, when Prakash was first introduced to liquor. He became a lover ever since. Gin was the drink he chose as his first love, Tequila came second. His decision of never marrying or rather being away from women was well-known by all his chums. He would recite it every time someone asks him to settle down and get married.  A year went by quite peacefully with his “principles”- be drunk, spend all the money, come home after midnight, and never tie the knot. It was a call from the City Hospital, ...

This story was published in an e-magazine Fried Eye 15th July 2012  https://www.friedeye.com/2012/07/the-ailing-abode.html The green fields growing tea plants look so dull today without you around. I wonder where you might be these days. It’s been a month that I last saw you. And when I returned today you are nowhere to be seen. Our last meeting was the day I left for Mumbai. That day, I could see the tears wetting the face of my mother. I could see the pain in my father’s eyes. I could see my sister crying near the Banyan Tree, hiding from me. What I could not see was the anxiety in your eyes, the upcoming peril you were about to face as I leave. I cared not of what the neighbors would say, or what my father’s fellow factory workers would say. I cared not of what my mother’s fellow tea plant workers would think, nor of what my sister’s to-be spouse would think. Nor did I care about you whose life, I knew not, was only a day more since I left. With bones of legs ha...

               It was two weeks ago when I and two of my friends had planned to spend a night at Betty’s house. It was never in my comfort zone to stay away from home- partly because I am a shy person and do not talk much with anyone except Lisa, but mostly because of my diffident nature. It was my hair problems that stole my positivity away when I turned 20 and interposed diffidence in me. It was my sophomore year when the problems began, and when my fellow mates were looking their very best I had to lose a million hair strands each day due to travelling to and fro college which was almost 11kms away from my home.  I had been avoiding people ever since. One day Lisa bought a hair straightener and suggested me to use it. Indeed it worked its magic and I looked good, for a change, but only for a few hours. I liked the way I looked after straightening my hair and decided to do this every day. This went on for a week until one mor...

Thy fear commences like a tiny spark Stays like a gentle flame And when the time cometh For destiny and success The fear rises like a fire betimes And kindles everything in its neck of the woods And thy greed cometh stealthily seeming like a innocuous fly and when the time cometh for charity and altruism it grows up to be a enormous vulture betimes and feeds on all benevolence in its neck of the woods And thy envy cometh in like a guest takes its first step into your mind and when the time cometh for merriment and jubilation the guest turns into a tyrant betimes and takes over everything in its neck of the woods And thy hauteur cometh with a tiny achievement agglomerates to create a mountain And when the time cometh for reality's river the river breaches the mountain betimes and washes away all the land in its neck of the woods

This post was written for a contest in Indiblogger by Dove  https://www.facebook.com/dove/app_127320750626819 It was two weeks ago when I and two of my friends had planned to spend a night at Betty’s house. It was never in my comfort zone to stay away from home- partly because I am a shy person and do not talk much with anyone except Lisa, but mostly because of my diffident nature. It was my hair problems that stole my positivity away when I turned 20 and interposed diffidence in me. It was my sophomore year when the problems began, and when my fellow mates were looking their very best I had to lose a million hair strands each day due to travelling to and fro college which was almost 11kms away from my home.  I had been avoiding people ever since. One day Lisa bought a hair straightener and suggested me to use it. Indeed it worked its magic and I looked good, for a change, but only for a few hours. I liked the way I looked after straightening my hair and decided...