Castles in the air

Think think think think think…
Spending an entire day doing that is the dream that I am living. After a long time my brains are being oiled again. And I love the feeling.
One’s imagination is the best gift given to man. Using it is the hardest thing to do. That is because we are scared.
Have you noticed, the older we grow the more afraid we become. I remember, when I was 8, I used to practice karate with carefree abandon. Getting punched on the face was never a concern. When I was 13, I stopped going for karate. All due to a small bruise on my foot. I was afraid to hurt it.
Sitting here I am able to use my imagination. I hardly let it run wild but the juices are starting to flow again. The thirst for knowledge has come back and quenching it is one of my aims.
I have experienced this pleasure for 16 days now. I hope it is 60 the next time I talk to you.
Time to get back to work. Time to imagine. Time to dream…
I am the head of the biggest advertising agency in the world. We are located at Mumbai and it is my brainchild. We have the biggest clients and we create the best campaigns. I got here because I dared to dream…

Bandigruha

4 walls… a mattress…a commode in the corner… the foul smell of urine… My urine…My commode… My mattress… My walls…
I long for a glance… One look at the mountains… Or maybe even the seas… Or the streets… Maybe… Just maybe…
Don’t they realize I would be satisfied with just one glance… a momentary stare… Ah… It was my momentary lapse of reason that brought me here…
But I am not scared… I am not sorry… I feel no remorse… I feel no pain… But then again I don’t think I feel anything at all… Ever since that fateful day…
The push… The journey… The handcuffs… The arrest… The blood… The stomach… The knife… The woman… The man… The sex…
Maybe the realization hasn’t dawned… Maybe it will… If I get a glance… And then I might weep…
The hole in the wall… The crawl through sewage… The smell… The urine of others… The escape… The rising of the hand… The dream… Shawshank Redemption…
But that is only for the movies… I am still here… Its hell inside… I’m held inside… By locks…

Its all about the Paan

A constant feature about railway stations across India is spittle. Most of which are red in colour. For the uninformed this is due to the chewing of paan.
I disagree with Amul’s claim that it is the taste of India. I can’t think of an edible product that defines India better than paan does. And I mean it in the most non- derogatory way.
On the flip side however I too am disgusted by the way in which people spit on the road. It is an act that cannot be condoned.
Paan has carved out a niche for itself in Indian culture. Spitting hasn’t. And I hope it remains that way.
Paan has been instrumental in the success of the movie ‘Don’ as well. Any Shahrukh Khan or Amitabh Bachchan fan will know exactly what I am talking about.
Personally I love paan. With names like meetha, 120 and 420 who can help loving it…