departed love

I never thought that you’d have to go,
So fast yet so slow.
I never thought that you’d leave
And leave for an eternity.
I’d always assumed,
That you’d be there for me,
But I was just so wrong,
To think that you’d live by our song.
“Always and forever,
I’d never leave you,
not now not ever.
You’re mine, so good so fine,”
Who knew your promises were a lie.
The scars of love run deep within,
Forgive me father, for I have sinned,
I’d taken you for granted, my love unconditional,
But all the memories now seem abysmal.
For you are gone, left me behind,
A lover like you, I’d never ever find.
So strong you seemed,
Yet a coward,
Left me without love,
Like a caged bird.
Bound by your love and with your hate,
Only the memories now remain.

An Editor explains ‘Arnab Goswami’ to an NRI

That is hilarious. Exactly what Arnab does.




picture-20For most TV news consumers, Arnab Goswami is both a name and a phenomenon. But there are still large parts of the world to be conquered by Times Now‘s bulldog of an inquisitor.

B.V. Rao, editor of Governance Now, explains the name and the phenomenon to a childhood friend who lives in Canada.


Dear Sharada

Sometime ago during a Googlegroup discussion you innocently asked: “But who is Arnab?”.

In India not knowing Arnab is against national interest. You are lucky you live in Canada. But if you don’t want to be deported on arrival on your next visit, you better pay attention to this complimentary crash course on the subject.

Arnab, as in Arnab Goswami, is India’s most-watched prime time news anchor and editor-in-chief of Times Now*. But designations don’t even begin to describe him or what he is famous for.

You must…

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In A World Like This.

In a world like this,

Make a place for yourself or you’ll be missed,

Life is a man, to embrace and to kiss.

Life is a dream, it can be messed.

In a world like this,

You have to be fast.

Or you’ll never last,

Be of any gender, religion or caste.

In a world like this,

You have to be true,

At the same time, being gentle and rude.

You need to flatter, to impress,

Through your heart and not your dress.

In a world like this,

You cannot just get away.

You have your sleep, you work through the day.

You cannot accept defeat,

You win and compete.

In a world like this,

You have to spread your wings,

You have to gather speed, not petty things.

You have to rise and shine above all,

You have to trust or you’ll fall.

In a world like this,

You can’t lose your identity,

Its your personal individuality.

Its your charisma, your uniqueness.

Its there in your heart, so much, not a penny less.

In a world like this,

Where hatred is rampant,

You are the saviour that God has sent.

You are a messenger, an angel on the earth,

That’s the reason for your existence, of your birth.

Bookworm’s Delight: The Book Thief


Markus Zusac’s novel, A Book Thief is set in Nazi Germany at the brink of the second world war. It traces the story of Liesel Meminger and her life on the poor outskirts of Munich. The copy that I own has a very vague and intriguing opening that is:

This is the tale of the book thief,
as narrate by death.
And when death tells you a story,
you really have to listen.

Needless to say, it had me biting on my nails, at least on what is left of them. It is a book that reduces the stone-hearted to tears with its not so kind description of death, during those years. The Book Thief is raw, its real and its believable. It has the Fuhrer, it has hiding Jews, it has a quite a lot of deaths, and of course, thievery. It’s from the heart. It’s pure. It’s painfully angry and it resonates with people at a common level.

It transforms initial childishness to mature decisions smoothly, without disturbing the story. It is a very explicit imagery of the civilian lifestyle in the world war. It creates a very pitiable character of death. “I am haunted by humans.” Its very thrilling closing line. It made me ponder. And considering Liesel’s life, its probably the best statement you can finish a book like this. The most important feature of this book is how the author managed to retain Death’s essence throughout the story. It is felt throughout the story. Its pain at being everywhere at all the time, gently carrying the souls and trying to vindicate the assumption that even death has a heart. It’s everywhere. And finally, I’d just like to clear up, its NOT a political or a boring book, but a normal fictional book.

In all, it is a really heart touching book, which would be a shame to miss. So, grab your copy and enjoy this 580-paged novel, with popcorn and a handkerchief.