Klash

Klash Hall of Fame

2008-11-13T06:51:00.000-08:00

Oct-08	Hullabaloo	Priyanka
Oct-08	Arrow	No Winner
Jun-08	Clash	Nandini
May-08	Shadow	Juhi the Fragrant
May-08	Hope	Amey Mujumdar
Apr-08	Fire	Sweta CIMP
Mar-08	Strength	DokSaab
Mar-08	Song	Vaidehi Kapur
Feb-08	Psst	Sarang Mahajan
Feb-08	Sugar	Juhi the Fragrant
Jan-08	Addiction	GSV
Jan-08	Winter	The Red Ronin
Jan-08	I Told You So	Konfessioner Singh
Dec-07	Love	No Winner
Dec-07	Candle	GSV
Dec-07	Story	Nandini
Nov-07	Coffee	Kavish Sinha
Nov-07	Green	Konfessioner Singh
Nov-07	Word	Mickey the Monkey
Nov-07	Wind	Hummingnerd
Oct-07	Wizard	Sarang Mahajan
Oct-07	Princess	Sarang Mahajan
Sep-07	Magic	Willy Wingfoot
Sep-07	Conversation	Nikhil Mahajan
Sep-07	Morning	Mandappa KC
Sep-07	Smile	Lord Summer
Aug-07	Body	Richa Gupta
Aug-07	Pain	Konfessioner Singh
Jul-07	Surreal	DokSaab
Jul-07	Kiss	Nikhil Mahajan

Hope

2008-05-06T08:15:00.000-07:00

"Is there any Hope, Swami ji?"
Rukmini was looking expectedly at Swami Ji.
"Beta, where there is Faith there always is Hope."

"Hopeless," Doctor Sweta's remarks were still ringing in her ears, "You have no chance."

"But Swamiji, the Doctor said it's impossible."
"Nothing is impossible for those who believe. Just apply this bhasm on your husband's forehead every morning. Soon your house will reverberate with a baby's cry."

She returned from the ashram, her heart full of hope.
Rohan was anxiously waiting for her.
"Biwi, I have decided, we are not going in for IVF. It is so uncertain."
"But Swamiji said…."
"Leave Swamiji alone, we are going to adopt that cute girl we saw last week at EHSAAS."

Fire

2008-04-17T07:57:00.000-07:00

Ratatatat
My heart was burning with hatred.
I released all my fury on the trigger.
Bullets went through her.
She was still standing in front of me, unharmed, smiling and teasing.

How much I loved her. I couldn't think of life without her.
I had woven so many beautiful dreams around her.
She also loved me, or so I thought.
Until that day when I missed my train and returned back to the town,
only to find her in the arms of this man.

"Meet Rohan, my fiancé."

"But..."

"You are still my best friend, Ajay."

The anger was unbearable. My heart was on fire.

"Hold on Sergeant, this is only a dummy, you are just wasting ammo"

Body

2007-08-27T21:23:00.000-07:00

"To Ramu I give my farms, for his selfless service"
Late Babu Roshan Lal, freedom fighter's will was being read out,
" to my son, rest of my property. My eyes be given to the Eye Bank, and my body to the KGMC, for the benefit of the medical students."

"Hey RK, look at this body allotted to us. The old man has no eyeballs."
"Must have been ogling at some gal, who gouged his eyes"
"Lets play a prank, cut his dick and gift it to Chakku darling, she is acting so pricey with us."

Thus lay the body of Late Babu Roshan Lal, Freedom Fighter, on the marble slab, eyes gouged, organs mutilated and his pride, humiliated.

2007-08-27T21:22:00.000-07:00

Please…Abir

Not today

I am tired

Tied to the bedpost

Her wrists ached.

Thrash…

Blood oozed

From the corner of her lips

I am your wife

You don't have to force.

He started whipping madly

With his belt.

It hurts ..Abir

I beg of you..

Tears rolled down her red cheeks.

You Bitch…

I love the way

You cry and beg

Your Pain

My Pleasure

Kiss

2007-08-27T21:21:00.000-07:00

Muaahhhhhhhh !!
I could feel the warm thick betel juice trickling down my cheeks.
She tightened her arms around me.
You are choking me , I tried to squirm out, but by the time she planted another wet kiss on my lips. I could feel the sweet musty fragrance of saffron with a tinge of tobacco.
Dadi leave me , I am not a kid now.
Oh yes my Ram, my Kishan, Dabbo told me that you have become a big doctor now.
At last, she let me go.
Marry soon, I want to kiss your son before I die. And tell your wife I'll beat her if it is a girl.
She was very strong for an eighty year old. And she always greeted me with a forced kiss whenever I met her.
How I hated her messy kisses.
.
.
.
The room was filled with fragrant smoke of guggul.
I saw her sleeping on the mat. She looked divine.
I bent over her and took her in my arms.
Dadi, why don't you kiss me today. Look I have my son with me too.
I pressed my cheeks on her lips. They were cold.
I tightened my embrace around her. She slipped away.
How much I yearned for her kiss.
A wet kiss filled with betel juice, smelling of saffron.

Surreal

2007-08-27T21:20:00.000-07:00

Jeeves, this morning I felt very what's that word, it starts with an S and means dreamlike. I was woken by the sweet voice coming from the Radio. I looked at Her. She was smiling. I say she because she looked like Jayanti.

Love you Rajat, she said.

Shut up, I wanted to say, but I said cock-a-doodle-doo.

What else can a chicken, which has been fed upon saffron and pineapple, say?

I threw away my blanket and jumped out of my bed, or was it a pen.

Ruffling a few feathers I reached her, and switched her off.

Sun was shining through the window and I wanted to get out and you were blocking my way.

Is it surreal you want to say, Sir!

Yes that was the word, Surreal, but Why are you carrying that knife Jeeves?

Blood

2007-06-22T06:17:00.001-07:00

She needs urgent blood transfusion, Rajat. But I think You will manage , with so many relatives gathered here to see her, just send them all to the blood bank for matching. Dr Mahajan announced in the waiting hall, coming out of the OR-2.

-Yes Doc Saab, mine is O negative but some of them must be A positive.

Doctor's word had a magical effect. Soon they all started to leave the hall.Every one had some urgent work.Seema's Uncle, My brother, our neighbour Joshi, her boss Mr Chaddha. I was standing alone thinking about how to arrange blood for my wife. A fresh donation from some close ones would have been better, but unwillingly I decided to buy from the private Blood bank outside the Hospital.

-It will be three thousand for three units, and please wait for half-n hour. said the receptionist, adjusting her glasses. I took a torn magazine and sat in the lobby.

-You are here again Raju! you sold one unit just last week.

-What to do, sister, my wife is admitted and I cant pay her bills

The receptionist looked at the beggarly youth and handed him a hundred rupee note

-here's for the today's blood, but don't come again in a month

Rebirth

2007-06-22T06:16:00.000-07:00

"I baptize you in the name of the Father,

and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit."

Mohan was standing at the altar,
Father D'souza had sprinkled holy water on him.
From now he would be known as MacMohan.
They have promised him Heaven, on earth.
From now he will not have to suffer the humiliation
his dalit anscestors have tolerated for centuries.
From now he will not be untouchable,and
will not stand out of the temple like his father.
This was his Rebirth, they have said.
But is it, really
will he now be allowed to drink from the same well.
will the Thakur allow him to marry Sarita, his love.
will any one buy food from the shop he has opened.
No
Mohan may die thousand times
but
We will not let him reborn
as MacMohan

Moon

2006-12-22T06:40:00.001-08:00

pale glowing face
of the full orbed beauty
playing hide-n-seek
between clouds and trees.

ocean, mad in love
surging towards her,
shores fail to stop
the rising tide of seas.

her milky white rays
remind me of you
my heart leaps out of me
how can I be at ease.

Closer

2006-12-22T06:39:00.000-08:00

looking at the
flickering pale glow
of the earthen lamp.........

Afsaan saw
a deathly darkness
all around her.............

but the coming dawn
she dreaded
even more.........

closer to the gallows
Afzal will be
as the oil burnt......

Magic

2006-12-22T06:38:00.000-08:00

abracadabra...............
wand turns into roses..
applause.....................
.
abracadabra.........................
ball turns into pigeon...
applause...................
.
abracadabra................
brings out a rabbit from empty hat..
more applause................
.
the man in tattered robes
bows before the motley crowd.
his son takes the hat around
the crowd is gone.......
.
not a single penny
for his road-side show.
.
papa I'm hungry.....
he digs into his pocket.
nothing comes out..
.
papa give me some bread
sorry son we don't have money today.
then why not say abracadabra,
and take it out from your hat, papa.
.
he stares blankly at his wand.
that is what i was doing since morning.

Rain

2006-12-22T06:37:00.000-08:00

Far beyond the river I can see clouds,

black, roaring, whirling, talking to the hills.

pouring their heart on the Cedar trees.

Through the window

I can see streams

rapid, gushing, swirling,

meeting and separating

puddles and runnels,

drenching dry earth.

The cold misty wind

the earthy wet smell

takes me to the yore

in the yard we danced soaked,

shivered ran around, splashed.

Beyond the street

I can see kids

dancing,singing

in the shower

how much I yearn, but

now it doesn't Rain in my yard.

Twist

2006-12-22T06:36:00.000-08:00

His red Maruti was moving slowly towards the multiplex.
His heart was beating fast.
There were sweat drops on his forehead, which he wiped with his hands.
The place was crowded, it always is on Saturdays.
It took him more than ten minutes to reach the basement parking.
He lit a cigarette and waited inside the car till the parking boy went away to attend other cars.

He opened the dashboard. Two loose wires dangled out.
He took both ends and entwined them.
A red LED started blinking.
One final twist and he left the car.
Blast.........And soon Mumbai was rocking with explosions.

Fear

2006-11-01T23:03:00.000-08:00

deathly dark moonless night
alone I was groping for light

far someone howled and hissed

one beat or two my heart missed

mouth got parched and lips dry

no voice came i wanted to cry

trembling wet and cold my hand

legs didn't move buried in sand

touch of death the chilly air

froze me shivering blew my hair

would've fainted when i heard

was it a ghost was it a bird

praying God my eyes closed tight

someone just then put on the light

i was in my room no need to fear

mike was smiling with a mug of beer

Naked

2006-11-01T23:00:00.000-08:00

All these years I had her in my fantasies.
There she was lying in front of me ...naked.
She tried to smile at me, but the anxiety showed on her face.
She closed her eyes.
She was looking pretty.
She had gained weight since we met last.
Her raven hairs were tied in a bun.
Her skin was glowing, flushed, hot.
I couldn't move my eyes away from her body.
She had always attracted me in a strange way.
It was only last year she got married to that bully of our college, Rajesh.
When she came to meet me three months back, I was surprised, but pleased, rather excited,.
Today she was very nervous when she came to me.
"Will it be OK, Manoj? Are we doing the right thing ?"She had asked.
I was deeply absorbed in thoughts, when the nurse nudged me, "Shouldn't we begin, Doc, the baby's in distress."

"Oh Ya" and I started draping her for the Cesarean.

Infidelity

2006-09-05T08:37:00.000-07:00

The rays of night lamp were falling on her face.

She was in deep sleep.

Her face had a childlike innocence.

Calm, serene, pure.

She was smiling in sleep.

Probably she was dreaming.

She looked almost divine

Was this the effect of the light falling on her?

I once again opened the crumpled piece of paper

which I had snatched from Damu

just when he was going to deliver it to our neighbor.

"Dear Nik ,

M is going on tour.

Won't be back before midnight.

Come tomorrow at 9 when rishi will be in school.

Yours P"

I once again looked at her face.

Should I believe her face

Or this moist crumpled piece of paper?

I tore the paper and started packing my briefcase for tomorrow's tour.

Mist - can Kill, can save

2006-08-29T23:14:00.000-07:00

It was getting dark.
All ten of us had just took off for our evening sortie.
I was flying highest of all.
Suddenly I noticed a grey mist surrounding them.
I saw them loosing control and falling flat on ground.
I tried to zoom faster to get away from the mist,
but it came nearer. I had this choking sensation.
I looked below and saw this lady waving a red-black can emitting this deadly mist.
I could barely read the letters written on the can H.. I.. T.........
.
.
He was gasping for air when I saw him.
His face was blue.
He was looking at me in desperation.
I knew I had to act fast.
I started searching frantically in the drawers.
At last I found the can of asthalin.
One puff and the white pure mist filled his nostrils.
Moments later he was smiling again.

wings

2006-08-26T03:02:00.000-07:00

chirp chirp chirp

Flutter flutter flutter

thud..........

I closed my novel

and turned around.

lying on the ground

was a small sparrow

pink, fragile, tender

all skin, no feather.

she looked at me

tears in her eyes,

(or was it my imagination?)

I picked her up

on my palm.

She streched her arms

trying to fly

away to her nest

but.....alas

there were no feathers

on her juvenile wings

Why should I worship God

2005-06-24T09:10:00.000-07:00

"God Fearing", that's what we call people who believe in God.
But is it really the fear of God that drives people to believe in God. Should we worship God just out of fear. Fear that He can Harm us if we don't believe in Him. Fear that some bad thing will happen to us or our near ones if we don't worship. I have heard certain "vrat katha's" where it is being told that so and so showed disrespect to the God and by the next evening he lost all his family and wealth, he didn't eat prasad after the vrat katha and next day he was falsely implicated in a robbery and was arrested, subsequently when he repented, the king had a dream that this man is innocent and should be released. The moral of every vrat katha is that those who do not believe will be ruined, so one must believe in God.
I have always believed in God, not out of fear but because of my upbringing in a religious family. God is our guardian, tvamev maataa ch pita tvamev, I was told. Why fear Him who is my mother and father too, brother and friend too. So I beleived in Him without any fear. I had full faith in His ability to take care of me while I performed my duties towards my family and my society religiously. There had been periods of disbelief like when my dad passed away while he was alone , away on an office tour. I lost faith in God, asking Him why this happened to me even when I always prayed and followed His path . But these periods of disbelief were shortlived, and soon I started visiting temples and keeping my weekly fasts. My regaining of faith was not out of any fear, but because of accepting things as my Fate.
But now, after so many years, I feel that it doesn't matter whether one worships Him or not.I have been religious all my life, never harming any one, and am still struggling to make ends meet, while there are my friends who have risen on the social ladder to great heights by hook or by crook. I have seen people committing all sorts of sin and rising in all fields of life despite God. And I have seen people dedicating their life to the selfless service of mankind, and suffering the whole life. There is no God to punish the sinners and to help the pious. Its all in your mind. If your conscience allows, you can do whatever you feel like. There is no one to fear except your own conscience . God is only a myth created in your mind to restrict you to a set pattern of behavior approved by the society. One can rise or one can fall depending on his deeds. Whether he cares for God or His believers is immaterial.
So I ask myself , Why should I worship God?

Should I Write

2005-06-19T19:40:00.000-07:00

I read Ashok's Blog today. Since then I am thinking that I should also write. I have so many ideas churning inside my mind. All I 'll have to do is write all that, or rather type on my keyboard. How easy it is. In fact I have the talent. Its just that I am lazy. Several times I have felt so strongly for (or against) certain issues that I think of writing to the editor of the TOI. I have my points and counter points arguing in my mind. I sit and arrange all and start to write. But then I think why am I writing . Who will read my views? Will it have any impact on him? or whether my article will be published or not. And that's the end of the writer in me. I simply put away the notebook and go to sleep. And with me goes to sleep all those thoughts which if written and shared may have made some impact.