The Evangeline Traveller

There she was in all her fury

Remarkable zest, eyes of obscurity

As they did the occasional down and up

All was noticed was a slender soul

But to me was someone who made me whole

Her curly hair lined its way into my heart

She had clowned them all from the start

As I touched the curly soul there writhed agony

As she menaced to sensation there stood testimony

The aphrodising hand that cried the river

The pheromonic angst that lit through the doorway

The rainbow in her presence whispered me a tale

Breaking a solemn purity, she put down the veil

Little did she know that there crept a shadow

There stood the demon holding the lantern

The sweet giggle pierced through mahogany

While the tongue in cheek softened up the story

Crimson and tantalized as she lay halfway across the bed

Her plain psychosis charmed a thousand loves never said

As she walked by my fence, I crept steady into her secret room

She wove her own Charlotte’s web, I spent time with a valuable cartoon

L’amour jested past a million curses, her purple aura did attain

In tender darkness sailing beyond, le désir dans ses veines

She is the graceful wind, ravaging past sensible mediocrity

An Evangeline traveller, she guided me through her mystical city

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Taste of Truth

The lovely thing about a myth is that it’s perfectly playable. You can literally play with it as it’s dimensions are endless. What makes a mythology true is the same thing that makes a fact false. The concept of going on with the thesis is that if we go deep into analysis, truth is but the biological mother of fiction with falsehood being the seemingly rebellious stepson. However if we have to function on the definition of “truth” itself, the good son is the Luciferous one. We fear truth more than his scheming step brother. Why? Because he brings mischief. Truth is the one who deliberately puts up a mask, the cloud that innocently passes away and points everyone to falsehood. The funny part is truth is the liar whereas his sibling isn’t much of a faker. Concept promotes history and history as well as current affairs repeatedly proves one thing and that being: Truth itself is so contradictory that it’s almost like a lie trying to redeem itself. It is a confused entity amongst us who suffers from dissociative personality disorder. However at the same time what makes the nicely brought up child a more severe liar is the causality from his constancy when it comes to change. The good boy has his prince-hood which is more a curse to him, giving him his unsaintly desires to change every second. Falsehood is the troubling anti-hero.

Everyone brings in animals in their frequent word-fights all the time, taking that into consideration “Truth” is the snake that feeds on the eggs of it’s own kind. Falsehood is a panther, the honorable carnivore. The lawful evildoer. The sympathetic swindler.

Let’s start from the basics, we all know that at times it’s completely fine to lie to someone about something. It is, if you know that you need to tell them the truth the moment the extra beans can be let out of the sack. It is better to lie and tell your wife about the broken plate later when no one gets agitated and hurt than just say it then and there.

Scientifically, if you’re being truthful to someone about ninety percent of the instance you’re narrating is wearing a protective jacket on the basis of how important that piece of narrative is. This is true irrespective of what that piece of “truth” might be. The fact is when you’re being false it is a two way gamble but when you’re trying to be truthful it’s a gamble with possibilities harder to comprehend.

Truth does take a person a long way, that point is noted. However what if each lie we tell is actually a clearer version of what’s actually “true” about ourselves and the “truth” is the lie the world tells us to admit to. Myths are termed to be lies whereas legends are termed as basis of truth even though both categories have stories which can have equal amounts of falsification.

Truth is a conclusion approved while a lie is a scrapped conjecture. It’s better to keep it a conjecture because the conclusion isn’t constant.

The truth is a very devilish thing. The liar in your life is quite cruel but deep down you know that truthful friend of your’s can torture the satan inside you. The fact that anything is true is a myth really.

 

 

The Sudden Journey

As I walked through a hilly road

I met a beautiful traveler

She stood stagnant, constance in her eyes

As I passed I heard a few distant cries

Tempted was my heart when I saw her

Forced were my legs when I approached her

Red were the lips of the feline, her guard kept lowered

Crimson was the inner gem, penitent and in hibernation

Her hair curled to perfection and danced with the leaves

Her eyes claimed solitary, her slender touch calmed the breeze

 

I stood petrified, confused and mesmerized

She, in meditation kept looking towards beyond

As I neared, my approach recoiled back

My fingers yearned to embrace, her skin did attract

As the wind lowered, the cries came back

Her expression showed despair, highlights of a test

The girly lips spoke silently, searched for a new quest

Watching her slowly, my eyes did creep

Reading her closely, the beats did skip

 

My mind joined her journey

She didn’t slow down

My heart raced on

I daydreamt to another town

As I searched her emotions

The light grew dimmer

Little by little I grew pacified

The frown grew thinner

My silly curiosity followed an invisible thread

Meanwhile her solitude grew impatient

Memories of a once wounded

A valiant tear showed its head

 

Confusion did strike, as a blink did go by

I held her quickly without even giving a sigh

The stranger did die, the traveler did awake

It was a sudden slap I almost had to take

 

Astonished she asked how I dared touch her

Her eyes now called the panther, the feline did back off

My lips still bore the feel as her kisser

His mind proved a preying listener, the predator slacked off

The surprise separated us, me on a different side

Yet I couldn’t let it stop, I refused to let it slide

The passion was too great, her eyebrows did rise

Her dusky eyes did surrender as my lips gave another surprise

Of the sudden wrong, each of them had a part that knew

With the heated fury, every question the growing temptation slew

 

Within hours of loneliness, two travelers grew close

In light the darkness did choose to expose

In the end two souls sat having gifted one another

He gave her another fond memory

She showed the side that was dark and unruly

Beastly Fiction

Rotting away into madness.

Slaying into one’s dreams.

Cursing away into a shallow melancholia

Surfacing at least once, in bitter streams

 

A small rose, belonging to the beast

Beauty turns a nod once every red moon

 

“Take this rose in exchange for shelter from the bitter cold”

“Go away!”

 

As he is turned away, the rose looks up

An imaginary smile but there was a real embrace.

 

“Thank you for letting me in”

Beauty welcomed the beast after all

 

The passive surface of two minds is his domain

The words uttered did not remain

It kept him still

Two souls entered melancholia

The world now went in for the kill

 

Sudden silence caught his pace

All his flaws reached him now

Sudden minds pierced him silly

The fell did see as they won the race

 

As his utter silence did cry out

She kept her book and sang oblivious

A hidden parchment in her thoughts

Crumpled language here and about

As the claws hustled back in control

Anger steady, suffering still did behold

In between his fingers, rested a red soul

Terrified of the invisible anguish

Quietly feeling the same noisy toll

“Why?”

A silent question

The little overseer lay in wonder

His silent pat displayed his hidden answer

 

As she started a new story

A distant fiction shed it’s glory

 

 

Bollywood Music Project

Some occasions are said to be too grand for words. Some are described as those that luck has brought before you while others are said to be some auspicious times when you got to explore something new. This however I would say was neither of these but something unique on it’s own which was put together on the 30th of September and 1st of October 2016 at BKC, Mumbai. There are numerous occasions when we sit on our couches at home with some food and open our TVs and watch Bollywood award shows like Filmfare, Colors Awards, and what not. To some extent this concert brought that feeling for all those people who cannot pay huge sums of money to sit and watch numerous stars perform. This occasion brought forward chances for people to get to hear performances by both big sensations as well as lesser known but qualified stars.

For any show it’s as they say “The stage is set” but in this case there wasn’t one but two which were for the purpose of organizing simultaneous performances. It just might’ve been intentionally done to show some form of competition between singers while giving the crowd options. It also helped in levelling the crowd, stage placement with respect to refreshment stalls and sitting areas was done quite well. The timings and order of performances seemed planned quite nicely. The best were saved for last to make sure after six long hours the right ones were there to put the energy right back up during the last 90 minutes. The first day gifted the audience a lot of familiar names such as Arjun Kanungo, Papon, sensational Sonakshi Sinha, veteran singer Rekha Bhardwaj and the showstopperbeing Bollywood’s singing duo Vishal-Shekhar. Unfortunately for the audience, Amit Trivedi could not be present. The second day brought names like the duo of Sachin-Jigar, Indian rapper Badshah, composer siblings Sajid-Wajid, and showstopper being Arijit Singh. Every singer had slots of around 15-20 minutes to around 30-40 minutes depending on the level of popularity he had. Those such as Sonakshi Sinha, Rekha Bhardwaj and Vishal-Shekhar who had the later night slots on the first day had slots of around 40 minutes. Similar on the second day regarding those like Arijit, Sachin-Jigar and Badshah. On average every performer sang around 5-8 songs out of which some were their hits and some were covers.

SHOWSTOPPING PERFORMANCES

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The show started on the first day with simultaneous performances on both stages by a couple of top knotch bands. As the excitement grew higher, so did the crowd and soon the energy could be felt all around. On the first day the main wait was for many such as Arjun Kanungo for Phursat lovers, Hard Kaur for the rap style dance music lovers, Rekha Bhardwaj, and Amit Trivedi who’s absence was the only disappointment. On the second day the ones were namely Sajid-Wajid, Sachin-Jigar but mainly Arijit Singh. Also on each of the days we had Bhoomi Trivedi on the first and Shashi Suman on the second day, two of the singers who were in the Top 5 on Season 5 of Indian Idol. The show began with Stage 1 winning the battle but then as it went on you would realize that both stages maintained a tie because great moves were being played on top of each of them. During the day the performances were a bit more versatile as the energy was fresh, with there being a different genre of music playing in each. One having classical while the other has a bit of rock. One having mixed while the other is rap. If the left stage had romantic then other one having party type. This was quite unintentional but came as a good improvisation from the concert’s side of it. Towards night time however there was just one add on, it was more “filmy”. On the first night it was Rekha Bhardwaj vs Vishal-Shekhar. Each of the more well-known singers got us grooving to their recent hits while the bands got us shaking to their unique and sensational covers. Arjun Kanungo sang his widely loved “Phursat” as well as his new upcoming song before it’s released. Hard Kaur did what was expected and more with the help of her team and didn’t let us stop grooving for a second with “Party abhi baki hai” and many more. So many singers and good songs to hear but so little time. A lot of us felt that way. Ending the respective days with Rekhaji and Arijit was the soother one would say, the calming effect after the storming excitement with “Genda Phool” and “Kabira”. Arijit made us seriously go “Ae dil hai Mushkil”. On the second day Sajid-Wajid came, saw, and conquered the crowd too “Slowly Slowly” with “Gulaabi” and “Jee karda”.

A Groovy Party

If you thought the names were enough to tell that both days were going to be two of the best days in the lives of those few hundred mumbaikers then you were right. The performances were so great most of the times people were too confused about when they should take a break from grooving to get a bite of pizza or shwarma. The true essence of a party is when your feet are killing you and you need rest but you still cannot stop. The Bollywood Music Project brought in that exact feeling which makes people hate to admit how they really didn’t sacrifice cardio day for something. BMP and those like it bring the party experience with it’s programme schedule.

DANCING WITH THE STARS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Pizza Hut

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I think my love for pizza happened when I entered a restaurant with a name written with a bit of a calligraphic touch and cute hat as it’s main design. The main reason I started loving them was that PHD showed love to customers and the food they made. Their attitude and words reflected in their food. They are among the few brands who do exactly what they show.

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