Thursday, July 31, 2014


Does a century really matter? Sachin had a century of centuries, he was the first one to do it, but did anyone notice all the centuries others made? No, they did not. Now, that example is more than a century old too, isn’t it? So why is the century so important to us?

It isn’t, is it? We don’t really care what the world was 100 years ago; we just don’t have the time for that. We all know the important events of the last 100 years; from our school history lessons but let’s do a short recollection.

As Syrio Forel used to tell Arya Stark in Game of Thrones, “There is only one true God.”

We came across the one true God as the century progressed, in his Rajnikanth avatar. We also realized that all the other Gods and Goddesses were not really Gods but angels sent by Him to take care of the world in his absence.

Moving to politics, the BEST YOUTH LEADER award of the century goes to Rahul Gandhi for fighting in the elections at the age of 65. His manifesto still talks about how he is a youth leader, and that the main aim is women empowerment.

Arvind Kejriwal also has his name written for having the worst revolt of the century. That dharna was done by him against himself for reasons unknown, so that saves all the students the names, dates, titles and reasons.

After Hitler and Mussolini, we came across another mass-murderer, who surrendered without a fight. He did not want to kill people, but his aim was to kill the logic and mind of people. Sajid Khan, (his name is Khan and he is not a terrorist), was finally captured and banned from making films after his last blockbuster lackluster, “Housefull of Humshakals 3”.

We also held our heads high when Bollywood won all the Oscars, in all categories. This was made possible only by Himesh Reshamiya, who did all the work, from spot-boy, to director, to producer, and even the actress. The film was g-loved by the audience, but the senior most jury member, the Robert De Niro of India, Alia Bhatt, found the film to be just awesome.

That’s about enough for now, or I shall be literally torn to pieces.

PS: This is written only for the sake of entertainment and is not meant to hurt any sentiments.

This is written for Project 365’s Open-To-All prompt.

Ransom Roshans


After Suzanne Roshan demanded 400 crores in alimony from Hrithik, there has been a massive uproar in the general public, who have decided to file cases against the Roshans too. One of the cases has attracted the most attention, only due to the reason that it was the first, but also because the person who has filed it has not shown face yet. The exact amount asked to be paid in this case hasn’t been disclosed to the media, but there is speculation that it is somewhere between 5-10 crores.

Kuch Bhi Law Suits, a law firm in Mumbai, has been the front for the unnamed complainant and they have said that the case has been filed for torture and attempt to murder.

“Our client has filed the case because he felt he was tortured when he watched Krrish 3. It was a cheap copy, and it led to a temporary loss of his thinking skills. Our client also felt murderous and suicidal after seeing the movie, about which we have lots of evidence in the form of videos. The movie should have been screened only privately and should have been banned from theaters. In our client’s words, it was a 2 Rs. Film.”
An accurate review of the movie
The Roshans have denied any official comment on the matter, but Rakesh Roshan has said off the record, “This is a very big blow to us. We were just recovering from the thievery Salman did, which made us realize that we aren’t the only ones who can copy. To become alright, we mixed 20 Hollywood movies and we are sure we have got the perfect story for Krrish 6 (because making a movie series in numerical order is too mainstream). We didn’t want to hurt anyone with Krrish 3. The songs were also so melodious and even God, Allah and Bhagwan were used in the lyrics, so that justifies that we didn’t want to hurt anyone. And we did not copy from Hollywood; we were just showcasing our editing copying skills.”
We all know that feel

Nothing was said about the money being paid, but people have been heard saying that this only karma and the Roshans are facing this because of their unethical ways of torturing people through their movies.
PS: This post has only been written for entertainment and is not meant to harm any sentiments.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014


Darkness is my only companion,
My lone friend is the night,
The shadows are the traitors,
The wind is the spy,
Holding my breath I hide,
A silhouette, a mere image,
That’s what I’m reduced to.

The clock hums on- tick tock,
The haze swirls and swallows,
Me, I’m gone, a figment of the past,
Only alive in the book of history,
In the words printed though,
Shall survive my words, and thoughts, forever,
They’re written in the ink of freedom.

I’m away from all mortal ills,
But save me I dearly plead,
As the three hands reach out and pull me in,
And push me back into the abyss, the empty void,
As I struggle and fight to survive,
In this race of time, the true game of life,
Till I fade away into nothingness.

Monday, July 28, 2014

A Separation

You are to me very dear,
Your absence is all I fear,
I cry out loud when you ain’t there,
These words of mine can’t you hear?

We, between us, have a bond,
It’s strengthened and I’ve grown too fond,
Stay away from her they’d warned,
I didn’t realize till my mistake dawned.

We were together for long,
I thought we were together strong,
But you’ve departed as has the throng,
So all I can do is write this song.

All’s wrong without you,
I’m getting ideas less, very few,
For your return I’d give anything in lieu,
So just come back, I miss you.

This isn’t a poem but an ode,
From my heart, with emotions overload,
True it is ‘cause I can’t clearly see the road,
And as the clock ticks, I’m more hollowed.

I miss our late nights,
And those insane fights,
Those pictures we took at heights,
And our coy whispering without lights.

Love, to you I’m calling,
As in the darkness I’m falling,
Just come, and stop stalling,
I’ll take care, and not do any mauling.

This is how much I can do,
For that someone, you know who,
But you’re the one this poem is addressed to,
I’ll just end with I love you.

PS: This is addressed to my dearest companion, my phone, who has called in sick. Get well soon dear, I miss you a bit too much.