Sunday, December 30, 2012

Lost in India

Times have been rather strange. There have been many disappointments throughout the year considering the tragedies that have plagued the land in recent times. I'm really disillusioned. To be honest, I hate feeling helpless. These days that feeling is being shared by everyone.

Prior to Christmas, my city has been up in flames. A girl and her male friend were returning from a cinema till they were hoodwinked into climbing about a bus ( a school bus with tinted glasses) and brutally gang-raped. The details are excruciating. Please forward yourself to the news coverage. The end result turns for the worst. However, here are my thoughts.

The Police are neglecting their duties, and then again everyone else are relentless in saving face. Post the trauma the couple faced, they were thrown back injured and bare on the streets. The crowd just huddled, and none tried to lend a blanket or call for help let alone offer solace. The perpetrators nearly got away. I'm still curious to how a bus with tinted glasses get by the army of police that has been guarding the streets during these festive months. Is a quick buck worth a life?

The girl had been fighting for her very life ever since. She succumbed to her injuries last night. Since then the nation has betrayed her true face.The masses have gathered and protested. Violence ensued. Politicians have played their dice.

Nothing changes.

Nothing ever changes.

Always the worse case scenario.

Monday, December 17, 2012

For Shame!

I just discovered my girl has never SEEN or HEARD of The Sound of Music. Oh the very sin of it. She has never heard of the von Trapp family or their great escape. But wait, that's not all. She hasn't seen My Fair Lady either. Now I have questions on what sort of childhood did she have. She says a happy one.

This is what happens when you listen to Iron Maiden since 12 years of age. You miss out on Epics!!!
This is painful. Very painful. I cannot express it. I'm a worried man. So I'm gonna remedy it now. Question is how? A laptop would never do justice to such films. I wish I could manage a hall and ever green reel.

To my dear readers, turn to your lover now and question the same. I want to see if this is a common err.

Oh guess what?

She hadn't seen Lethal Weapon.

She hadn't seen Die Hard.

But at least I have the chance to memorize it all over again. ^.^ As of now I'm watching Queen of the Damned and they are killing me voicing those Indian words.

Friday, October 19, 2012


steal the whisper on my lips
every curve of nail on my fingertips
pulling at my very bearing
leaving me at my dear worst
turn the tide of time and momentum
anger and questioning could be a curse
disillusionment, living my days
before you, I could see them come
now all I do, is simply think of you
living makes no meaning, without you

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Precursory Warning

Yes, I've personalized my blog. This is as close as it gets to the real thing.

My dear readers, please understand that every word that is written here first starts from the traditional pen and paper. I'm a writer and pretty damn good at it if you allow me. I've always preferred the good old fashioned sitting at the cafe drinking espresso and writing my pieces. It also allows me the chance to edit the rushes of inspiration as I type it up.

But gone are the days of old fashioned rituals, publications, typewriters and notepads whilst listening to vinyl or tape decks. Sometimes I used to stick a photograph to make a memory or turn it to a journal entry. Old fashioned film, waiting for a week for it to process. Man, I miss those days. I've evolved through them all. This is my pride and privilege.

However electronic be the world today, I still maintain a shade of the old school. Old habits die hard.

I use only fountain pens, or calligraphy stylus and ink pots

My Titles are always in Black Ink.

The rest in Green.

And the pages are usually yellowed parchment/ handmade recycled paper bound in leather.

Pretentious douche that I am, I sit wearing a suit at the cafe. Black tie, hands stained in ink. Yes, I keep the ink pot close for refills. It's also mesmerizing to simply dip the pen in the ink and keep writing. The entire get up helps me write better and for more.

Once I'm done or my patronage has outlived the cafe's closing hours (the management has always been kind to extend an extra hour for my benefit), I keep my ink stained hands in the pocket and satchel the rest and walk back home to my dreams.

These days have been good to me. I'm almost on the verge of ad-venting a novella and a twin script. New additions to my stack of 150 poems, 12 sketches and the novel I've spent my life on. All still unpublished and awaiting encourage with hope.

Keep on Walking.


Did I say...

Oh, how I miss your voice;
a lonely silver sweet lullaby,
The serene expression of your eynes
Satisfied, making love to the hour
Entwined fingers, dreamy doe eyes

Crooning words of wisdom and worry
laughing dazed and whispering lies
at each of my startled inquiry
One that came, one undone
Where did it go, where do I hide?



The days, counting them go by
In the blur of everyday life
Countless lives hanging on
Mine alone, standing strong
Never more, never more
I feel myself turning stone
Corrupted and sadistic,
Eating into my very existence
I couldn't be loved enough
Cannot hold on to my words
or promises thereafter
Something has to go wrong,
As I try to justify my life
Turning to play another song.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Don't put your foot on the Futon!

Here's a drill,
here's my head,
Ker- Splat!

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Thought of the Day

It ill becomes you to assail one who cannot defend himself.
Miguel de Cervantes (1547-1616)

If you meet me...

Ask me for 5 stories (premises/ loglines) from the top of my head. :D

Friday, October 5, 2012

Shout out!

To whom it may concern,

I don't think there are many of you reading this estranged particle of the world wide network, however please feel free to comment (I hate those who do it anonymously) and tell me what you think. Thank you and above all,


Quote of the Day

He who throws away a friend is as bad as he who throws away his life.
Sophocles (496 BC-406 BC)

P.S - I better remember this one!

Social Network

So its been almost about a year since I've been on facebook. Its not much to brag about really, and if I say I don't sign in at all; that would be an utter lie. I delete the account before I log out. Ninja mode. And to count, I've done it thrice over the span of a year.

However, I do save bragging rights for a few other applications. For instance, every other evening when I'm out with friends and I see one of the buggers borrow a laptop or a phone and check their page I practically breathe a sigh of relief. That is 15 minutes of my life well saved. Almost everyday.

I prefer keeping my life personal and meeting the people I know in person.

Physical reality is the dream!

But it also means I'm socially ostracized now. I don't know where a party is. I wasn't lucky enough to crash the dutch teenagers coming of age ball like the many thousands who caught it on the site. I don't know where the functions and job market really is. I don't get any updates. Besides, these days that very personnel check happens on the very site. So better watch out for the pictures you upload, and what you write or for that matter all that write up on you. Its like a draft that has turned the entire world into high school students.

Speaking of which and if I remember well, I was actually picked on for having my nose stuck to the computer screen. That's was the dork in me writing out my material of one liners, limericks, stories and poetry all the while looking forward to my next beating!

Maybe its the paranoid schizoid in me acting up. I can't go on my entire life filling up that emptiness with a virtual hype. Who is dating who? Who is working what? Where has "that" person been. Photo's photos and oh this is what I looked like as a kid. There was a time people needed detectives to dig up dirt on others. Now all it takes is a pair of anti glare goggles and a night on the computer on that freaking site.

Yes, I have a right to be worried. Because its killing certain aspects of life dear to me. For instance, art. People can put up their poems for everyone to read instead of chancing on a recitation. Oh, films are being made where the Director individually approaches everyone on chat and pitches his script. Each time a different vision rather reserving a table and asking everyone to join in for a pitcher of beer. I always ended wondering who was telling the story in the first place.

Yet again, I wonder why did I go and make my life difficult. I have poems and stories to publish, books to write, art to sell and hopefully a film to make. But is resorting to facebook really the answer to inching closer to those dreams?


Monday, September 10, 2012

Punch Drunk Love


This has been bothering me for a while now so I'm going to just let it spill. Take a knee -


From Laughter, to Drunkenese to Fights!

So I'm out with my friends drinking. Its always the same set up. We drink some beers, we laugh. We drink more beers, we kid. We drink even more now, and now the jokes are just brash. We go out and live it up - till some buttwad ruins it for you. Why?

Why does it get territorial when people are just out there to have fun. Fun is good, fun is harmless. Fun never breaks glasses, make commotion or stick you in the face. I mean millions of years of evolution and we still end up acting like Gorillaz. Not the AWESOME BAND. Real time Fuzzy APES.

Here are my top 5 lists:

1. I'm just 19 and a girl asks me for my number at a cultural fest party, how lucky do I feel? However  her boy friend tried to get her away for a dance, SHE refuse on the pretext she's talking to me. Thrice! God level convo too. I recite a poem and she takes a famous name, and I'm like no,me! :BIG SMILE: So he rounds up his friends and chases me with machetes. My own mates are holding my arms as I get punched in the face. Its not cool! If you wanna back out, DON'T HOLD ME BACK!!!

So what do I do?

What do you mean what do I do? RUN. Stop. Pick up a rock. Chuck. Run more.

Aww, don't go sad. They just chased me till I ended up with two broken bruised ankles till they lost me and I ended up walking home.

2. I'm 21, friend of a friend has a girl friend who claimed she was abused and violated by an ex till we all ended up getting involved. When we came out to check on the perpetrator - mind you our objective were words exchange and to figure how it came to this - he has plans. OMG! He's 16 and he's 5 feet tall.

I turn to my friend and I'm like was I this short then?

He pulls out a big ass phone and a Labrador. I LOVE DOGS. Hey there cootchie cootchie big brown eyes :more baby talk: Ummmm, Andy! The kids trying to intimidate you, not give you a cuteness attack.

We are surrounded by 5 bruisers on Bikes.

Outnumbered, and there are just two takers. Me and my best mate.

Bruisers = 6 feet tall, BULKY and Muscular.

I got lucky again. Knocked out the big bad wolf in one JAB. Almost peed my pants, but I got lucky.

Wait a minute. Where's the drinking involved here. Oh. It was just me. I mean I'm outnumbered and I'm still standing there waiting and wondering what's about to happen. Guess who snuck in a bottle of rum in the back pocket. Talk about dutch courage.

3. Chappies who wanna date the sister but get together with friends and get high and fuck around with the brother for a laugh. Chances are the brother is going to come back drunk with a friend called Hoolio who happens to be a NUNchuk. Nuff said.

4. Guys on the streets, on bikes eve teasing Women. Guess again buddy, you might think its cool to chuck water balloons at white shirts till they pick up ROCKS and aim for your tyres. LOL! They're entitled to self defense and you're lucky if you don't get busted or crack your skull.

Girls. Seriously. I don't like it either, don't waste your time on Pepper Sprays : Use your DEO spray. Bugger deserves damage, not a skin rash.

Don't waste time on Self defense and Jutsu and Crab Maga your Ball. Pick up a Rock. Or get your kids brothers bat and saw it off till it fits your purse or better yet fill purse with coins and loose change and slam it in his head! Even a scarf or a hanky works!

5. The Lame Drunk Guy at the Bar.

You strike out. Take a hint. Walk it off! You don't look cool talking the talk in drunkenese with two guys At your Back!

Now personally, I don't like fighting! I just don't! I don't know why but in all these scenarios I just learnt one lesson. Guy baring his teeth, knuckles up is not equal to Being a Man. He's hiding his shame! In Denial! Seriously now.

I hate pulling a punch. But I like RAGE.

Rage has a voice. A word is enough. And there is reason seen in that.

So next time, think again and don't get inspired by those awesome movies. They're just movies. In life,

Risk = Reward

A good mate gave me that equation. Don't trust anybody either. Not your friends, family maybe and respect those who are standing with you. Chances are they don't want a fuck up. Drink, laugh and live it up. Everything else loses out in the long run and in this life its better to have fewer bad memories.

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I had to visit the pet cemetery to bury my cat, and one of the headstones I noticed had the writ: "If tears could build a stairway, and memories were a lane, we would walk right up to heaven and bring you back again.'' So true.


P.S - He died of a Kidney Failure/ Feline Renal Infection which is a terminal disease in most aging cats. In case you're wondering....

RIP Kitty - 8 Septembre 11:48 pm (survived till 90% Renal Failure. Cat fought till the end. Didn't suffer much.)

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

God It Too Late Now

Alrighty then, this is my time to wish you adieu. Its been good so far and for all the ages. But I'm off on a new road now. So I may delete this blog by the end of this year. There might not be many readers, but but but, to those of you (about 1500+) page viewers that do care : do understand I intend to publish soon.

No more electronic text. But hard bound paper back.

Or Film, if I get lucky.

Thank you.


Saturday, August 4, 2012

Kirsten Stewart

She can't be Bella forever. Leave her alone, kids... we all have a story. I can't wait to hear hers in rehab!

Monday, June 18, 2012

Quote of the Day

It is equally offensive to speed a guest who would like to stay and to detain one who is anxious to leave.
Homer (900 BC-800 BC)

Sunday, June 3, 2012

There are conferences all over the world. There are producers waiting for THE script and more over lectures regarding films. But for the first time in my life, I have found some peace for myself. I'm sitting out here on a balcony deep into the night in the belly of Greece. And for all those years of hassling myself  with the slightest of thoughts and musings, I have found my peace.

After a long long time I can just sit down, stare down into the sea and hope for the good times to come. I click pictures of the dawn and the dusk against the Aegean sea. I see a wonderful woman waiting for me in the kitchen to try a cuisine which is new to me. A lot of meat and cheese goes with it. I spend my evening with a bottle of Absinthe. And at nights I lie scared of the peace and serenity that is around me. Believe me, after the life I have lived so far... these moments of silence are alien to me. It is the strangest of deeds that has followed to me.

I went to more than a single bar, even with the fiscal crisis and all the people know how to live. I wear the  same old same old suit. All elegant with my tie and walk to the bars. No car, no miles and no reasons. Just me and the the gravel under my shoes. I get stared at, the women here do that for some strange reason I cannot understand. She tells me it because I look perfect and exotic. But for an Indian chappie it will always be strange. They smile and I try. I tried my hand at dancing too these days. I bet I looked strange on the floor but the music just called for it. What is a revolution without dancing, ne? I got free shots and strawberries on a stick. They even played the music I asked for. This is definitely where life is.

The bars I walk into again, oh they remember me. The way I talk and the way I drink. And there is always more for me. For all those hard times and the nights I spent holding myself and tearing up to sleep... Well, Mother Athena has rewarded me. Perhaps I can finally lay them demons of mine to rest here. These clear clear nights beckon me to do so with a smile.

I hope this would go on forever, but to end it with melancholia, I know better...


I can write and write and write. There will be books waiting to publish, there'd be enough poems to drown the worlds in them tears of mine, scripts wanting to be films; but there would never be a one to take on me.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Thought of the Day!

The sea—this truth must be confessed—has no generosity. No display of manly qualities—courage, hardihood, endurance, faithfulness—has ever been known to touch its irresponsible consciousness of power.
Joseph Conrad (1857-1924)

Interesting Character Names!

Wade Santana
Clay Casanova
Dean Fell
Clair Self
Luis Stage
Earle Cross
Aidan Wolfe
Art Sails
Honiara Carmichael

Must Watch Films! agenda

1. The Third Reich (in color)
2. Downfall

Back to back. On a Weekend.

Lethal Weapon 1 2 3 & yeah! 4 for the heck of it.

Die Hard Trilogy (pizza and when sick)
Good thinking, Bruce! 4 and 5 and all the way to Rocky.

Good Will Hunting
Seriously a little too freudian angst a little to the end but nice script.

The Matrix
When I get to it.

Star Wars
But I really prefer the merchandise. Same for G. I Joe

Its a shame that 28 days and 28 days later puts me to sleep.

Ooh. I have to watch the Titanic in 3d
if I ever get a cheesy date.

 Beach is nothing like the book.
Truly a disappointment as every beach in the world.
I don't like blue sky, sand and sea. Its not what I'd like to see cuz I'd rather be picked on by the mountain people.

Aviator (I finally get to see it after all)

I have a huge list of another 100 films out of the 40 films a week diet so...

March of the III Reich - 1

Benny cried to Hitler, I like the way you march us
As pants are to trousers,
you gots to keep up and march us'
Nazi's are but arses, they ride on the goose step
and never a proper march as
Himmler shat his trousers
At the start of that war, No questions asked to where
Goerings head belonged after all
Even as batman-robin tried and made twice
Goethe to take that pretty hang mans fall
Yet the songs gots to end as we forget each and every war
But never again would a babes cry ring
against them mortar,
Now kiss the monopoly Euro, and burn them Deutschmarks

(to be continued)

Saturday, April 28, 2012

And there is never enough alcohol... as ever.

Drunken One Liners

They say if you want to watch a film or read a book buts it not there to shelf yet, it is your responsibility to make it!

Thank to you for tuning in to drunken One Liners! My new add on to my page... where one line is enough to encompass you towards enlightenment. :D

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Dear Me

Laissez Les Bon Temp Roulez, Monseigneur:

The big one is next,

ON NE PASSE PAS!!! Don't push it, babe!

For the rest of the world and issues,

in all the new words I've found a new love for

and this would be by far my favorite!

Oi! Guv'nor, here it goes :  


I mean it all : the land, the titles, the honorifics and the sword of judgement.

Live it while it lives with you 



Signing off and out,


Yes and he is out. out and out to get you.


Meanwhile, I

will bide my time till I start a fire or pick a fight.

Let me be disrespectful in these few words

for none have served as far as they have expect.

For the love of god,


Schizophrenic tendencies dismissed, you have written your random thoughts and hit the blocks and cracked enough now so.. to vent and... Oh! Its about Time you get back to constructive writing. Hit the final draft and Manipulate your space later! Forgets me not, babe-

Your's truly as present,
Aneerudh Ganguli

Shout Out

Repeat after me... The Guv Would Rather This

Monday, February 13, 2012

To Each's own Tomorrow

Days are never the same that go by
with the minutes ticking on each moment now;
for one last song, another shag perhaps,
how long could the melancholics last?
knowing women, wine and the worst of man.
if a memory is enough to hold on to
where each one lives to his own morrow,
somethings of days that walked past,
or someone to speak of perhaps,
sometimes it seems so right to man.
like death she walks past, lays him to forget,
or be it the lord's debt to the heart of heavy;
would I be enough to pale and despair
for there can be no moment as a time like this.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Did it ever strike you, on such a morning as this, that drowning would be happiness and peace?
Charles Dickens (1812-1870)



I thought,
Is that a little too close, good enough?
Enough to just touch and go,
So to simply stand back and gaze:
Would it be a step too far, indeed?
I hear quite a bit these days
In common of the folk I draw
Of my sleep, and that of my dreams

Far and near,
But not much to begin with, really?
There is so much to rush now and about,
Breathless, forever for an experience:
Of sullen innocence or dogged prejudice?
And that is a step too far again,
Perhaps close enough-
For me, nothing would change an empty stare.



Pursuing my days with relentless obsession makes the best of the ironic to the faculties of all what I perceive. No day is a holiday, no time like now. Everyday is a new step to my discipline, call it a personal synchronicity to the every changing moon and nights I live. The more I'm lost, the closer I am in the answers estranged from my mind and to what I hope. As to question, tell me how soon is now? Alive enough to take on me because I'm just so sick of the noise in what I hear and see. God. 


Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Thought of the Day

I shall ask for brains instead of a heart; for a fool would not know what to do with a heart if he had one.

L. Frank Baum (1856-1919)


I have questions, I said;
He has questions, looked on the angel;
Is there even a heaven?
Or it just lost like the paradise Eden
Is there even a hell?
Is this it where I open my eyes, it ends.
Or will the rest just begin.

My epiphany: Are you an artist because you suffer or do you suffer because you're an artist. I don't think I'm alone on this one.