Thursday, November 13, 2008

Klash Hall of Fame


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

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Hope

"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."

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Fire

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"

Monday, August 27, 2007

Body

"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.

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

Is

My Pleasure

Kiss

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

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?

Friday, June 22, 2007

Blood

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

"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

Friday, December 22, 2006

Moon

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

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

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



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

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.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Fear

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

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.