Sunday, February 13, 2011

Khamoshi

Ise Khamoshi Ki Fariyad suno tum

tumhe kitni bate sunai degi

Hawa ki ise rukh ke saath jao

Tumhe kitni manzile dekhai degi



Hey Dil hey zubhan

tu kis liye hai pareshan.

Jo rahe teri hai maan mein

Use ko hakikat mein kar de bayane

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Fear- In the eyes.

It was a dark night and as he took her along the shadows lengthening and silence haunting road, a voice of reason told him to go back. But hell she was not scared, so why was he.

The road which he took was not the usual one. Why did he take it. Well she asked him to and he could not say no. He was her guy after all and now perhaps it was time to behave like one.

The path was narrow and the view of the valley was stunning. The lights from the city below looked like a a necklace. He felt as someone was following them.The trees and their shadows created illusions. But this gut feeling was no illusion. Someone else was there.
The breeze disturbed the silence as it whistled through the woods. His fingers felt shaky but the chill was in his throat. Who is watching us.

And while this was going in his mind. She was having fun, she came close and whispered to him to relax and feel free. She was happy. He was not. His mind was worried about someone following them.

And then he saw a boy. He looked 4 years old but had wrinkles all across his face and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Diya look there" he said and then he heard a scream and he felt something wrong was happening.

"Hey Diya " She collapsed. And the boy had a grin on his face.

He lifted Diya, picked her up and he ran. He ran fast. He ran in panic. He was not sure if the Kid was - a kid or a ghost but he was scared for his life and Diya and as he was running climbing down the hill, he lost his balance and he blanked out.

He opened his eyes. The blood shot eyes were staring at him. No it was not the kid, it was not Diya, but a Viper and then he saw his arm and he realised that he was already bitten and the last memories he had were not memories but hallucinations. The walk, the fear, the boy, the scream and the grin were all in his head. All that was actually real was Diya running around looking for help and his slow but inevitable death.

Sunday, February 06, 2011

The Pune Watch - The Festival of communication

Fest O Comm - Or the Festival of Communication. I have seen this Festival over the last 4 years and I have to admit that this fest has played a small part in shaping me. From Alyque Padamsee who taught me the magic of ideas and how to look for them anywhere to Bhaskar Das who shared how TOI was marketed. From Convergence to Partnerships, I have seen it all.


So when last year this event did not happen, for all the valid and logical reasons, it did hurt me a bit. And as I see this festival this year it seems that something good is returning.


Yes the content needs to be more tighter but I am happy that the fest is back and sharing this was least I could do.


Congrats and cheers for the organizers of this year . We had few good people this year including the current CM of the state and I feel that the learning for me has been immense. I would thus thank FOC.

Random Watch

It seems that sometimes the sanest thing to do is to take a risk. Not because risk taking is rewarding but because the comfort zone is not comfortable anymore. The Life of a communicator is strange because half of it demands him to know as to exactly what he wants to communicate and the other half is about as to how his communication would be interpreted.


Saturday, February 05, 2011

The Mehula - hula times - Natraj Conspires

It does matter that I got hit on the head

It was long before I could go to bed, it was long before I could be dead

But I did dance instead

And what a strange ironic hand destiny played.



The Natraj came to be and said -

" Cheer up old sport, why so tense.

Follow your heart and it would lead you to sense."



And when your mind is clear

that  you leave it to chance

Thats when you can bring out

The heart felt dance



The technique was mediocre

The Footwork minimal

And still the grace and joy

Made the heart flutter, made the heart enjoy.


Made the life a little easy

Eased the dimensions and added joy

And in all this all I had to do

Was to let go

And let the dance  take me

to new paradigms ready to explore


I just followed what inspired be from within

The Natraj or something conspired for me to begin

And as I ended, it felt that the balance was tilted

And the head spins a little less and the body spins more instead.