Wednesday, September 27, 2006


A long slender metallic wand ruptured the tender milky skin. Of the infinite points in the universe, it was the chosen one. With one quick push she smuggled herself into the vast red ocean.She floated gently to the unknown corners of his anatomy. She was overflowing with power and he was learning the rules of losing directions. He helplessely succumbed to her magic while she receded into the music. He could hear the colours and feel their movements. He wished she would come back tonight. He touched the drop of ruby she had left for him and decided to wait for another night.

Friday, September 22, 2006


Infact everyone in Ali loved eating yak meat but they still hated the butcher. He suddenly remembered why- the holy one said so. But how will they eat if they don't kill?

Before he could remember the answer he caught a glimpse of the white man and the small group of people with him. He knew they were the
Khambas from the far-east. He often wished he was a Khamba, they were fearless fighters and travellers.

He did not understand what they were saying but he could see that the lamas talking to the whiteman were excited. He remembered that before the entourage left for Kailash, the elders had showered him with gifts, food and even a gold mani. He had wished he could go with them to Kailash. He had loved to perform the customary khor around the mountain every year with his friends from the monastery. He thought he could lead the khambas and impress them with his knowledge of the difficult trail. He remembered that Salim wanted him to meet Sonam and bring the cows for slaughter in the morning.

Nima was sitting behind the whiteman. Her skin was darker and she was sipping tea. Pasang hated making tea for Salim every evening. Nima was smiling at her son who had decided to join the group in singing hymns.

Nima had told Pasang that they will go to Lhasa where her father was waiting for their safe return from the pilgrimage. The whiteman will go across the Himalayas back to his home. Her father will go with the whiteman and take her son across the Himalayas.

Nima said her son will grow lots of pineapples and become a big man. She told him all Khambas grew pineapples there. Pasang could not remember eating a pineapple.He imagined it to be tastier than yak meat. She said her sons will protect Kham till they die and she will not run away like the rest of them.

Pasang wanted to say goodbye to Nima but he was the butcher's son. He started walking back, dreaming of the pineapples he will grow one day.

Sunday, September 17, 2006


It is a heart attack.....
the first one ever....
this should be exciting....
should sleep on the bed....
why are my feet fastened....
what the hell....move bitch....
hey....who are you....
stop pouring concrete over my lungs....
stop pinching my intestines....
this is not a joke....the marble is really cold....
c'mon just a little more....
the bed is warm....
kravitz ...don't ...pleeeeeasee don't fade away....
maybe its better to wait a while....
don't panic...
it will go has to....
noway....its 3 am....
why...why can't anyone hear me....
i m wailing....
just a little louder....
great....where did these tears come from....
alright ....alright....
i will just lie here till he finds me again....

okey....its 5 am....they found me....
stop laughing....
how was i supposed to know it was a heartache

Wednesday, September 13, 2006


Sometime, only sometime,they stopped to gaze at the skyline, turquoise blue illuminated against the lofty Karakorams. Whisps of white, carelessely scattered across the sky projected unfamiliar patterns on the barren plains, however, no one really cared as it never rained in Ali.

Ali was a bustling town- merchants, spies, shepards and lamas dodged through the narrow streets, unaware that a glacier was inching forward, the yaks were returning from the grazing ground and winter was preparing to shield them from the rest of the world for a few months, yet again.

Pasang, washed the blood stains and fat off the stone. There was no meat left today, Magha was going to be recieved joyously again. The suspicious smiles and strange faces appearing and dissapearing had not dampened the spirit of Ali.

Pasang wanted to walk faster, it was not everyday that a white man came to Ali. He wanted to see his robes which hid his pale skin. He knew the days were changing, people were changing and something will happen to him soon. He had hoped for something to happen since he ran away from Dira-puk monastery. His father had wanted the youngest son to become a devout lama and serve the supreme lama but instead he had to suffer the shame of his act. Ali was the nearest town he could disappear into, but a disgraced lama was fated to join the lowest of the low. Salim- the old butcher needed the young healthy boy and Pasang liked eating yak meat.

Monday, September 11, 2006

As quick as you come
As white as you can be
As cruel as your smile
As ephemeral as your memories
As insane as your love

We hope that you choke...that you choke
- Thom Yorke

Saturday, September 09, 2006


I always told you...journalism was never a good line for a good girl like you

She cooks really well...we know....she is a very good girl studies....yeh film line is very dirty

arre...not before 24-25....we want her to have a good career before she gets married

I love you.........eeeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh

Gawd! what a can see her G-string

He do know who have tongue piercings....

Everyone at your age says they will not get married

Om bhurbu svaha tats.....varenium.....dhimahi dhiyo yonaha prachodayat

She is a Chartered Accountant in Canada ..and my son-in-law's practice is fantastic

That is cheekiness ...I tell you....

If you dress like you are still in will attract unwanted attention

Oh cmon, dont tell me you will justify wearing a mini-skirt in a slum will be eve-teased

what do you expect... two North-eastern girls in Satyaniketan at 2 will get raped have never gotten a manicure and a pedicure!

My daughter cannot travel in DTC buses...we have given her a car and a driver ...fulltime

....and she was smoking in an auto....we thought she was a good girl

you will understand when you have children of your own that a muslim he your friend

Now I'm in the back getting head from my hunz....bitch give it back now you get none

Noway, you are not a virgin....cmon...the way you walk ....its in your eyes babe

Friday, September 08, 2006


...somewhere fighting for glory

the prize was so beautiful
plundered and broke
many a precious friends

...chased her into the nightmares
fed on her limp body
smiled and conquered all
only to lose my mind

...lived for a lonely death
celebrated a burial of hopes
still alive in her pitch black eyes
was stopped the rebel forever

...changed the world
an illusion they say
"for destiny never changes"
smirked the evil king

...remembered in breaths of spirits
ramblings of grey and old
wishes and milestones come atlast
but she cries for her rebel past