Friday, May 23, 2008


Many boats sail away, with the tides they sway. Searching for shores afar, always near, yet so far. Almost there, but not quite where they wanted to be.

Some boats stay on the shore, soak up the sun not wanting any more. Holes in the bases, quite beyond repair. Content in the placid unconformity, basking over the halcyon stretch of the sea. Left behind, of their own volition.

I am a new boat, feeling quite old. Let me stay on the shore.

Photos: Fishermens Settlement, Colaba

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Uma Thurman to star with Steroid Monkey

In a shocking revelation it came to my knowledge that Uma Thurman is to star in a movie with Steroid Monkey as its male lead. The movie is to be directed by Vishal Bhardwaj, based on the life of the actress of yester years, Nadira. The monkey, which cannot act even if his life depended on it is rumored to be quite excited at the prospect of working with the lovely Uma. Fans of Miss Thurman came across the astounding piece of news while browsing her wikipedia page. The actress who has worked with the likes of Ethan Hawke and John Travolta, doesnt understand the implications of choosing to work with Mr. Monkey. Maybe it is the prospect of money which made her take such a step, but fans believe if she comes across some of the works by the demented expression-less bollywood clod she would think once again about the role.

What the fuck is wrong with Uma Thurman? I cant for the life of me believe that the actress I adored in movies like Gattaca and Pulp Fiction would rub shoulders with Hrithik Klutz Roshan. Ohhh, Et Tu, Karuna.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

New Species Found

New lizard species: A new lizard species has been found in Satara. The
lizard, Hemidactylus Sataraensis, can’t climb walls or stick to

Sigh. Lucky fucking lizard. Its inability to do normal things in lizard-kind has made the front page news. I wish even my inabilities could be identified and documented with pomp and glee. They can even put me under observation, as long as they feed me and keep discovering newer inabilities. The headlines can read something like:

New Human Species: A new human specimen has been found in mumbai. The Human, Procrastinatus Permanentsis, can't do hard work or concentrate for long periods of time. Dies in extremely competitive environments.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

They are leaving me behind

The tramp moves on to the end of the street
I listen to the echo of his hobnail feet
For some there’s a future to find
But I think they’re leaving me behind.

The world hurries on at it’s breakneck pace
People fly by in their lifelong race
For them there’s a future to find
But I think they’re leaving me behind.

The chances they come, but the chances have been lost
Success can be gained, but at too great a cost
For some there’s a future to find
But I think they’re leaving me behind.

The wind sweeps up and goes back to it’s tree
The rain flows by and moves to the sea
For them there’s a future to find
But I think they’re leaving me behind.

Nick Drake

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Kazuo Ishiguro: Importance of Acceptance

Kazuo Ishiguro has been one of the most thought provoking authors to me. Today, I finished reading ‘An artist of the floating world’, my 4th novel by the writer. This work, as most of his other works, portrays and enunciates the thoughts and world view of the protagonist. The work moves forward in a given period of time, while progressively looking backwards, in no specific chronological order at various people the character came across and how they subconsciously participated in his evolution as a disturbed individual, which he denies till the end.

Ishiguro always shows the transience of human nature, how it moulds itself according to the person’s assimilation of himself and events around him. The central proponent might be dealing selective areas of occupation, be it a pianist, a butler, a detective or an artist. That doesn’t stop them from justifying their actions and the impact they have had on society, their importance in the hoi polloi. On the first read, it would appear as if the agonist is entirely composed of the best ideas and notions about existence and rightful living. As the novel meanders into the deepest recesses of thought process, we come to realize that the initial righteous image of the person through his own dictation is flawed. Every human is perennially in doubt of their choice of path and purpose of existence, and would go to any lengths to vindicate the same, at whatever cost.

The prose, which initially makes us allies of the hero, thus complicit with his actions brings out our own tendency to side with what we think is right. Later on, as we are brought face to face with his cracks in personality and the inherent weakness of will to come to terms with failure as a human being we see the reflection of our own insecurities. It makes us uncomfortable, afraid to realize that Pianist Ryder, Butler Stevens, Artist Ono and Detective Banks are all around us, in us.

That, is the genius of Kazuo Ishiguro.