Magic Moments

Spoilers’ Alert PK is childlike, innocent and uncorrupted; like a new born who is confused by the ways of the world. PK takes time to understand fashion, religion, faith, and most importantly Gods while trying to survive on earth and searching for the stolen remote control to his space ship. He questions the beliefs of people, the business of wishes and worships, and the extent to which people go to make their prayers heard. It includes rituals, fasts, sacrifice, and inflicting pain on self as a method of cleansing the soul. The film leaves behind a good dose of message and food for thought. With good comic scenes, laugh-out-loud innocent dialogues, and the punch one liners, PK definitely qualifies for what is called meaningful entertainment. And of course, Anushka Sharma and Sushant Singh Rajput’s romantic tale of meeting in Belgium- parting and again finding their way back to each other, was a huge plus point. Aamir Khan’s entry and the following sequences

‘Butterfly Season’ by Natasha Ahmed is the story of Rumi- an unmarried Pakistani girl on a vacation to England, visiting her married younger sister Juveria, after dealing with her mother’s sickness for years and her eventual death. It is also the story of Ahad- handsome, charming, perfect Pakistani bachelor settled in England. When their mutual friend Mahira sets them up, they get along well without complain. But as likes match and getting to know each other the intimacies increase, Rumi’s conservative family, especially her sister closes in on them. Along the journey of over a couple of months, we follow Rumi and Ahad from England to Karachi, as they understand their values, their worth in each other’s lives. We see the love that transcends all differences as they make sense of their own mistakes, handle their present, and choose the happiness that they most rightfully deserve. I liked the story, and  empathized  with the characters. Even though I disliked som

Dear You, I saw you there. Behind the façade that you pulled off, behind the masks that you wore, I recognized you. You tried a million times to hide from me, but I found you. And I’m glad I did. I’m so happy I did. I have missed you. Why do you choose to hide? Why do you run away? Why can’t you face me? You think I won’t accept? Accept is such a small excuse, my friend. I’ve come all this way just to make myself believe that you exist. You don’t know how happy I am just to be able to meet you once again in this very lifetime. I had assumed, all these years, that I lost you forever. People change. Beliefs change. Life happens. And I am okey with that. The person you were ten years ago is not the person you are now; I understand that. That accident changed your life. It changed ours too. We lost you. You didn’t contact us while we spent our days grieving. The loss was too great to handle. And I’m not complaining. No. I’m sure you had your reasons. And I won’t ask

Sitting in silence, watching the crowd pass Sensitive and intuitive in my own space Thought to be a wallflower in the corner I’m just an over thinking observer. I witness the run, the sprints, the overtakes And the stampedes in the rat race I see the joy of success, the pain of failure I see moments lost in the loud murmur. I feel the yearning for a revive and a rewind Against the fear of being left behind. Empathizing the weak and the strong I understand-The past glory doesn’t last long. In the sidelines, the footpaths of life  I have crossed travelers aplenty- Inspiring entities, lifelong friends, I’ve met pathfinders and lost wanderers. But alone once again, life feels stranded So, standing in silence, I wait for the inevitable end. P.S: This poem is based on a prompt. :) 

“ A crow eyed peep in to the backyard of a banking organization. An unusual portrayal of the life and times of an ordinary mortal and his subdued fight for survival. A moving story of the commercialized people in an imaginary country called Marcardia, portrayed through their psyche and polity, makes one think, laugh, and get emotionally choked... Listen to the Whisper of the worms to hear the muffed wail of the humans on the run, lured by the carrot, forced by the stick.....   “ This is a story of Thobias Mathai, his trials and tribulations with the banking system of an imaginary country, Marcadia, and how he is trapped in the politics and corruption of the ‘Smile Bank’ in the final days of his life. The story begins with Thobias being diagnosed with lung cancer, in USA, where he’s settled with his family. He doesn’t reveal this to his wife and his children, and decides to return to his native land, Marcadia to revisit his past before he dies. He meets his mother a

In life you cannot impress everyone, nor can you expect everyone to consider you the center of their lives. Just know that they love you, and be satisfied and happy for that one precious blessing. Wondering that whether not being near a loved one would be considered not caring, you should forgive yourself and spare yourself from that guilt, because the universe will surely send them your love and care by hook or crook. Sometimes, you can’t just stand at the back wondering whether the person amidst the crowd in front needs you or not, you have to go there and find out, fearing all the while perhaps the person doesn’t need you. Insecurities as these, need to be faced. You need to face them. You need to understand and put it in your conscious and subconscious mind that those who love you always acknowledge your presence, even if they don’t show it, they are happy that you are present. Many people may touch their lives, many people may mean a lot to them, but the place you have in th

I traversed the land I crossed the oceans, Flew above the clouds Moved underground, To burn away the me That I used to be, I buried my old self Put it to the grave, Kindled a new flame Tired of being the same. I found beauty And changes aplenty, I listened to the tale I dreamt of the lore, I answered every whisper That the wind bore, I'll master the pen I'll conquer the quill, I'll built my empire With my unfaltering will.

Dear You, It has been several weeks since I last wrote to you.  I didn’t know what to write about. About your songs that I keep listening to, day in and day out, in a loop; about the forums that I regularly visit and write in anonymously; about the fan fictions that I read about you; or about the doodles that I make of your name in the corners of notebooks while making futile attempts at studying, or about the multiple times I gather courage to call you, but cut the call just before it connects. I don’t know what stops me. Perhaps I fear you have forgotten me in these three long years. I don’t want to know it for real. I want to hear your voice, but I can’t bear it if you don’t recognize mine. People here adore you, as they do in the rest of the country. Every café, every shopping mall makes it a point to include your song in their daily playlist. Every cab tunes in to listen to your interview. And the neighbors include the latest updates about you in every ch

I keep returning. But Au Revoir still holds. :)  Just couldn’t resist the temptation of coming back. I received the Liebster Award from Privy Trifles recently. So this post is to acknowledge it and pass it on. This one's my second award. 1st Award I don’t know how I found her blog at first. A vivid memory tells me I was searching something about Paulo Coelho and/or Life in a Metro, and a few lucky wrong clicks landed me in http://www.privytrifles.in/. I have been so thankful for the chance discovery ever since. Some of her questions and my answers: 1.                   What is writing to you? A gift. A therapy for mental peace. It feels empowering to know that my thoughts make sense. I take pride in it. 2.                  Why Blogging? For the need of a personal space which I can call my own- my personal safe haven, and a platform in the eyes of the world. 3.                  What does your blog mean to you? It means a lot- I’m very possessiv

Lupita Nyong’O said in her acceptance speech at the 86 th Academy Awards, “No matter where you are from, your dreams are valid.” Among the hundred or more dreams that I have, I want to find The Dream that is worth chasing right Now. I want to set my priorities right. I want to be able to have my own unbiased opinion in every field, every topic of argument, and every aspect of life. I want to gather that much of knowledge and wisdom and experience, so that I can be confident of what I speak, and be an individual who knows her mind, who knows her decisions and is unapologetic about it. Somewhere down the line, I’ve realized that I’m not blogging for myself anymore- I’m blogging for fame and success. So this is the right time to stop, stand and stare; do a bit of pondering. That’s why I want to take a break from blogging. A short one. It’s my second home, my mind’s palace, so rest assured- I’ll come back to it. And when I return, I’ll blog because it

The Book Blurb: From the bestselling author of Mumbaistan and Compass Box Killer , comes the third riveting installment in the Mumbaistan crime-thriller series. When college students across Mumbai are murdered one after another in gruesome ways, Inspector Virkar from the Crime Branch is called in. As Virkar investigates, he stumbles upon a ruthless gang of young, tech-savvy miscreants who use social networking sites and the Internet for blackmail and sextortion. But how are the two cases linked? And who is the mastermind behind these killings? As the case grows murkier, the computer-challenged Virkar finds himself greatly out of his depth, chasing a killer who always seems to be one step ahead, and a group that soon trains its sights on him. He must race against time to unmask the gang and to find the murderer before his reputation is ruined forever. Thick with suspense and layered with grit, Anti-Social Network brings to you Inspector Virkar’s toughest case

The book jacket reads:  Meet Balram Halwai, the ‘White Tiger’: servant, philosopher, entrepreneur, and murderer. Over the course of seven nights, by the scattered light of a preposterous chandelier, Balram tells his story. Born in a village in the dark heart of India, the son of a rickshaw puller, Balram is taken out of school by his family and put to work in a teashop. As he crushes coal and wipes tables, he nurses a dream of escape- of breaking away from the banks of Mother Ganga, into whose murky depths have seeped the remains of a hundred generations.  His big chance comes when a rich village landlord hires him as a chauffeur for his son, daughter-in-law, and their two Pomeranian dogs. From behind the wheel of a Honda, Balram first sees Delhi. The city is a revelation. Amid the cockroaches and call-centres, the 36,000,004 gods, the slums, the shopping malls and the crippling traffic jams, Balram’s re-education begins. Caught between his instinct to be a loyal son and s

When writing doesn't come to me.... I do this. https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8MO2ltZroNydWZmUTEzOFZNNDQ/edit?usp=sharing https://plus.google.com/110823944011294457767/posts/eJbuENzWU1k

Stories of love, connection, and friendship that transcend the physical divide . Compiled by Naheed Hassan and Sabahat Muhammad, the book contains tales of love, connections, and relationships across the Indian –pakistan border. Every story tugs at the heartstrings in one way or the other, and aims at reviving the days of that shared past, shared history and shared territory. The stories by the Indireads authors, aim for a better tomorrow bringing about a conscious effort to empathize with emotions and sensibilities of people on both sides of the great divide, and understand sentiments beyond the borders. Words here are aimed to create that vision, bring about a change- in both perceptions and perspectives.     ‘ One Stupid Commment’ by Shuchi Kalra and Sabahat Muhammad takes on a journey with Aryan and Jahaan in their world of post nuclear disaster. As a peace negotiation of their respective tribes goes on, fate has them abandoned in a desert with no way to return