The Meadow.


My take on modern poetry, that I wrote while doing physics. So, here is “The Meadow”.

On the beautiful day, I threw my cap away.
Donned my hat and marched off in the woods.
I relied on my memory and followed the way,
Dwelled deeper and deeper and still away.
The time passed by, I walked on, not tired at all.
The cool breeze tickling my face.
Birds chirped and the trees looked as good as new.
I removed my shoes, barefoot, I felt the dew.
Soon, I reached the meadow that I had been looking for.
That seasonal brook still dancing in its way.
The lovely daffodils and the honeysuckle lent,
the sunlit meadow its heavenly scent.
I sat on the grass and looked around.
The water playing tricks with the sunlight,
Cast a magic in the serenade surround.
I felt happy and rejuvenated, as the nightingale took flight.
I sat there for a really, really long time.
And no thoughts entered my brain, except one-
What happened to days like these?
Colder and colder became the breeze.
So, I stood up and put on my shoes,
And I waited for the sun to set.
What amazed me most back then,
Was the calm that prevailed over my head.
I plucked a dandelion and cast a last glance.
My last visit here before I left for France.
What happened to the world, to times like these?
Life, I guessed. It was the worst reality.

Two Tired.


Yesterday was my birthday, I just turned twenty five. And the funny thing is that they made is special without even remembering it. They took me out for ice cream, after such a long time. And I was thinking all along how I can love this fool of a guy so much. To be truthful, from the day he started riding me, he’s been pretty much the apple of my eye.

I still remember that small, young boy, who loudly exclaimed at the store, “Papa, ye scooter bohot acchhii haii.” Annoyed me a little, after all, he woke me up after a long day of test drives. Then he started fiddling with the gear, then the mirror, until his father said sternly, “Rahul, stop that! We’ll come back later,” he added politely to the attendant, and dragged the seven year old Rahul away.

Time passed and I gave up on ever finding an owner, when suddenly, one day, his dad marched in again, his hair greyer, and proudly said, “My son scored 75.8% in his Boards. I want to buy that scooter for him.” Of course, he wasn’t the old Rahul I had made acquaintance with, but he accepted me and took me in, under his wing. Since then, I ‘ve been with him in all the time, I’ve seen all his colors, and have known him as well as he knows me, or he thinks he does.

Because, I remember the time when he first rode me, the cold wind kissing his tousled, brown hair. He laughed and laughed and laughed and talked and drove, all at the same time. I remember the time when he sneaked out of his house to the party. Oh, what fun I had, when he tried to quieten the grunts with blankets, and the thrashing he received later. I remember when he took me to that college bike trip to Jaipur. When he and his friends rode pillion, two or three at the same time and they’d all shout themselves hoarse. I remember the time when he carried his sister at the time when she broke her leg. It was from that moment that he assumed the role of the protective elder brother. I remember how he collected money from his friends to cover that dent. I remember how he’d volunteer to bring late night ice cream when everyone was at home just so he could meet her, his girlfriend. I remember how hesitant he was when he kissed her that night, the melting ice cream in one hand and her face cupped gently around the other. I remember all the moments that they spent together in the summers he was home from his hostel. And I remember the day they got married.

But then, they bought “something they could comfortably seat them and their children, a long term investment”. A car. A big car. Despite my happiness on seeing them flourish, I felt sad. That little corner in my heart that said, “Your time is over.” But, miraculously, it didn’t. He took me and his wife to the haat to but vegetables. Took his daughter to ice cream with me. Took me when he needed space or needed to get away from the cacophony of the daily life.

And today, I heard a 47 year old Rahul saying, “Tomorrow, I’ll teach Raina how to ride that scooter, it’s been a faithful companion. Besides, it’s a little old. Some exercise will do it good.”

Movie Mania- Mary Kom


Priyanka Chopra has certainly outdone herself on this one. For all the people, it is a must watch, not just because of Priyanka, but because of Mary, her story one that needs to be told. From misogynist officials, to her father’s hatred of the game, to her pregnancy, and the superb comeback, she is a lady to salute. Priyanka adapts the character with ease and simplicity and does justice to the role. Darshan Kumar, who portrays Onler Kom, Mary’s extremely supportive husband, has acted perfectly going from the lovestruck puppy to the caring father and the supportive husband convincingly. The story is easy to follow and synchronized to perfection, ending right with Mary winning the gold medal in the 2008 Olympics, where Priyanka blends her emotions of happiness, sadness, and relief flawlessly. Sunil Thapa’s supporting role as Mary’s coach is okay, but I feel it could have been stronger. The energy filled first half gives way to a more soft and a warming second one. (Warning: Contains spoilers.)


There are many strong and defining scenes: one where Mary comes out with a shaved face saying, “Sar bhari ho gaya tha. Ab gala to nahi kaat sakti thi.” Also a scene where she is asked to present five reasons why she wants to learn boxing, “I love boxing. I love boxing. I love boxing. I love boxing. Ab pachvah bhi batana pageda?” Then there’s a scene where she asks her retired coach to start training her again where he ties both her children on her back and says, “Ab hum double mehnat karenge.” And it’s absolutely wonderful to watch the entire crowd in the hall stand up in attention when the Indian Nation Anthem plays in the end. A thrilling and a goose-bumping experience, which shows Omung Kumar, the movie director couldn’t have done better.

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For me, it was not just a biopic. It was a film with a clear and a defining message. You have to struggle, take risks, work hard, persevere, never give up hope, and most of all, you need to have a direction in life to excel in what you do. You need to have a path, one that takes you towards success, fame and popularity because of what you do, and you have to be proud of what you do.

This movie, for me is a must watch, not just because of Priyanka’s performance or the story, but because it is a story that needs to be told to every Indian, making them proud of their country, because Onler Kom deserves it and because K. Kosana Meitei, her coach deserves it and  because Mary Kom deserves it. Mary certainly couldn’t have better.