Thursday, May 31, 2012

The Story


All the characters have evolved and matured, some as I imagined, rest and most beyond my imagination.

I realize its not only the plot a reader likes to know, the reader is most interested in how the story unfolds itself and perhaps this unfolding has the capacity to give the reader goosebumps. The unfolding has everything to do with how a certain character makes his/her choices.  Its how a certain character and eventually all characters of the story change along the course of the time and story. How much these characters take from their surroundings, how much they retain their old, how much they are still themselves? or they have completely evolved into a new person? Why have they changed? Just to maintain their pace with the world or to outrun it.  Its going to be a good tale, definitely going to be a good one.

And if this note gives you the idea that I am going to pen down a story, then I disappoint you here. I do not have the capability to bound the story into few pages, because it never ends. The story keeps going on. Along with this unfolding of the story the reader too experience changes and himself becomes a part of a bigger story. I enjoy being a silent observer and I am waiting for the story to unfold itself. I am already having goosebumps.

Saurabh Tak

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Awkward Moments, Oops!


How many times have you felt like hiding your face inside the earth, not because you have done something wrong, but it was just awkward. I list here some incidents which I have seen around me, you are welcome to add yours. Enjoy your guts!



  • You write a mail to apply somewhere & forget to attach your CV along with it.

  • Your friend comes in sporting her new T-shirt with a logo in front and you try to read it, too focused!

  • You are travelling with a Bengali in a foreign country (let’s say Sweden, where local people don’t understand Hindi) and your friend from Delhi tells you, “Yaar ye banda itna bhi bura nahi hai”, (this guy is not so bad after all) while standing next to Bengali fellow. (Bengalis Understand Hindi!)

  • You are in group of friends and your sisters’ boyfriend, one of your friends, is also there along with your sister.

  • Your family is expecting somebody at home and you come out of the kitchen shouting the person’s pet name at your home, only to find that person sharing the same room.

  • You went to see the girl you like and you start suffering from bad stomach.(Nervous)

  • You forward the mail sent to Mr. Y for summer training to Mrs. X but you forget to change ‘Dear Sir’ to ‘Dear Ma’am’.

  • You are helping your friend to write an application and at the end you write Regards, and your own name instead of her name.

  • When one of your female friend see you near girls hostel and comment, “Tu toh bas yahi bas ja”, not knowing that your mom is standing behind you.

  • When everybody is saying Number One, Number Two and so on according to their birth dates and you shout, “I am Sixer”.

  • You are with a group of Chinese friends, and one of your Indian friends ask one of the girls, if she knows Kung Fu, during their first meeting. 
 
  • You are an Italian guy in Germany and order a Pasta in a restaurant, but after tasting the pasta with black pepper over it, you shout, "I do not want Indian Pasta", not realizing that an Indian is also among your friends there.

Disclaimer :- None of these have any direct or indirect correlation with any person dead or alive.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Darkness


The dark corridor, today I understand, it was left that way, dark! I never could explain myself why a corridor in the midst was left dark. Today I do. The darkness there was after all not darker than the darkness dwelling inside people there, or the darkness these people are living in or the darkness many of these are going to be a part of soon and all of us someday.

Darkness, what an expression! Darkness, an expression for sadness, madness, fear, and above all an emotion, mother to all emotions.

There is a popular saying, “without fear there is no courage.” But how many do understand the meaning beyond the literal meaning. Well to me, it goes like this, ”Without fear there is no courage, without courage, one can’t be free, without freedom, there will be despair and with this despair one will soon start fathoming the depths of darkness. He will be alone there and will be frightened and therefore have to find courage to get out of there. Now I see darkness as the motivating factor to find one’s own courage, though we hate this very emotion. 

Some  will want to get rid of darkness as this is the only face of darkness to them, as was to me, when I was in dark corridor for the first time. Horror and terror of darkness was gone that day. Dark doesn’t seem to be that dark, though it felt more like myself, I felt closer to darkness in that bright sunny day.

Mysteriously most of us seek dark, although we detest it consciously. A child hides in a dark corner when her mother tries to give him a bath. Kids too try to find the darkest space, where nobody can see them, while playing Hide and Seek. A Caravan in the desert seeks a dark oasis with dark shadows of trees around.

Being a student of science myself, I will explain a little about darkness. What color you imagine if I ask about the darkest color? Black! Well black is defined as where all light gets absorbed, or you can say the amount of absorption is significantly greater than emission, so if you think about it there is more light contained in Black than light itself.

We come in contact with darkness before we come in contact with light. We come to life or light after nine months of darkness. Darkness gives life to life. Furthermore a man seeks the darkness of a woman to procreate another 9 months of darkness. Then why darkness is so dark, why?

I can never forget the moment, I befriended darkness and darkness like an old friend embraced me. I cried, I shouted, I kicked and I cursed darkness, the same darkness which let me in, in my moments of despair and pain. However darkness did not betray me, it kept its promise to withhold my cries within and my despair and pain disappeared in its own darkness.

Even the greatest source of light on earth, The Sun, gives you moments of darkness if you dare to stare it for a while. Universe originated out of sheer darkness, and may be one day when all stars have turned into Black holes or Neutron stars, it will be dark again, complete dark! So dark isn’t that dark. Still we detest the color of origin and Apocalypse.

On the contrary light displays your tears to world, and the world in turn does its best to keep those tears alive during the course of time and this is when light disowns you and one start seeking a shelter with dark. However darkness forgives one each time and holds within it as long as one wants.

I thank the destiny to put such a day in my diary of life, so that I understand the true nature of darkness.

Love you Darkness,
Yours dark friend!

Friday, May 11, 2012

Identity!

I always had a special interest in folklore and I have always been a fan of puppet shows. So, when after two years, I had a chance to spend my summers in India, I took this as an opportunity to enjoy puppet shows. Isn't it amazing to see something tied with strings and dancing and acting on the command of these strings? So I bought a whole season ticket of Puppet shows organized by Rajasthan Kala Kendra. Owing to my strong imagination or blame it to the time of these shows, which used to be immediately after lunch, I had an excuse to day dream during the shows. Puppets and lots of puppets talking to me about their dreams and asking me about mine. One such puppet was Shah Bahadur Khan, a prisoner puppet trying to escape, though failing in every single attempt, it made, became closest to me. One day Shah Bahadur Khan asked me, " Are you a free man?" I said,'Yes, I am'. The puppet smiled sheepishly. I felt like its puppet way of asking me to free it. Puppet wanted to be free, it doesn't wanted to dance anymore on puppeteer will. So that day after the show was over, I stayed a bit longer, till the curtain curls down and everybody leaves. Immediately afterwards I went backstage, cut the first string and went for the second one. Though the puppet was not free. The first string was still attached! Then I noticed a knot in it. The puppet reattached itself. 
"What are you doing?” I asked.
"What are you doing?” Shah Bahadur replied firmly.
I am setting you free, my friend. You don't have to act anymore. You can be yourself now, looking into his big eyes, I replied.

But I am myself. I want to be a free, outside the prison, but within this play, on this stage. This is who I am. The strings, hold me as who I am. These strings bring life to a puppet like me. Do you realize a puppet won't be a puppet without these strings?

I thought you wanted to be like me. Shah Bahadur gave a sharp smile and said, "We are exactly the same. The difference between my strings and yours is that mine are visible and yours are not!"

I felt a jerk on the old broken chair in the Rajasthan Kala Kendra bhavan, and I came out of my own personal show. The show and  the season were both over.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Shadow



Her shadow moved,
west to east
She sat there, 
all the long, all alone
Had she noticed? 


The shadow was weaker,
by the twilight.
On the ridge she sat,
as if gazing in zilch.
Sand around her,
turned gold to silver
Had she noticed
the Alchemy of desert? 


She sat there
all the long, all alone.
Shadow occupied the rock,
with all the grace.
Dunes altered around,
as if a shifting maze,
Had she noticed? 


She sat there 
all the long, all alone.

Farewell

It’s not the end,
It’s not the end, but I got the farewell. 


Journey hasn’t kicked off yet,
I dream of adventure. 


I never looked back,
I can feel you still. 


Even while moving forward,
past walks ahead of me. 


It’s not the end , 
but I got the farewell.

Voyage is not set,
yet I hear the waves. 


I don’t have fins,
I see myself a mermaid. 


Sailing to East,
Water is waving to West. 


It’s not the end,
but I got the farewell.

Red, Cold & Steel

There’s a gunshot somewhere
loud & clear, 


Everything’s dark & humid
clock’s turning back,
cold breeze knots then,
when the pendulum swings in the darkness. 


It’s red in here
& it’s red on me.
Sound‘s coming out of nowhere. 

Never experienced the silent sounds,
counter the whirlpool,
well of course, with me. 


Something cold & steel‘s there.
Lightning stuck then,
Clock turns back to future. 


Breeze’s warm,
but I‘m cold. 


It’s red in here
& it’s red on me.

PEACE

Over the fence, 
for small measure of peace, 


Be the Samurai,
uber, the days of Samurai were gone.
To the sky, 
a dove showed up,
the bird of peace 
‘s down with a shot.
Rower the Himalayas,
just for a measure of peace,
I seek,
A monk shows up,
Buddha w‘s gone,
long before I’s born. 


Over the fence,
for small measure of peace,
went to a psychologist,
to drive her mad.

Back of beyond the fence,
Blinked the Blank,
& I ‘m back.

INDIA calling !

Sondhi sondhi si bass
helmet ke sheshe ki darar se,
Doodh ke laddo aur Cola
Bus ke kiraye se,
ho jaye chai ek
Jane anjano ke chillar se,


India calling, bhai India calling


Dhoom ki Bikegiri
Broom broom
college hostel ki dadagiri
Police vale ki siti
wrong side me main chali


haiiii, India calling bhai India calling


Saras ke Paneer pakode
Bas shaam dhale
Nukkad vale halwayi ki boondi
aur chilke vali mungfali
Tab hum chale


India calling, ji India calling


Katti Kaat ti manchali Patango ki Dor se
hum jhoole Badalo ki goad me
Bikhara hua aasman vijay sthamb ke chor se
simiti hui jameen registan ki Aoad me
keh rahi,


सोंधी  सोंधी  सी  बास
हेलमेट  के  शीशे  की  दरार  से !

India calling ji India calling!

Love ya Brownie!
July 16, 2011.