ScriBBles: oF DreAms & Th'OuGht's

My name is Asha. It means Hope. Ironically neither my name nor my story can stand guard to my name. It has been 3 years since I used alphabets for anything other than scratching a name on the walls over and over again. I have never received any letter at my new address in Janakpuri. Years ago, at my old thatched cottage, I used to get letters of love every week. Although eventually I came to know that most of those letters were from Prema. One day I received a letter saying he wants to know my story. Even after ignoring the request for 10 weeks, he kept pressing on with reasons and promises of the power of a so called social something. So this letter is a reply to the young fellow's request. I was born in a small village. Even after so many years of development, or pseudo-talks as I prefer to refer, we never saw a pole with cables, even till the day I left my village. May be in these 3 years I'm at Janakpuri, they would have received the fortune. I was born in the dark of ...

The three of us were going to the footpath veggie market to restock our fridge for the week. Just before we took the turn, I saw her running towards us, clearly on her jogging path. I irked my trio to walk faster so that she doesn’t catch up to us. Within minutes we reached the veggie footpath. From where she appeared, at that turn, I presumed her to take the left on her track. While we were busy negotiating with the veggie prices, I saw her racing past us from the corner of my eye just to stop a few steps ahead. It was quite a chilly morning with a thin crowd. It was then I noticed what she was wearing. She wore black tight jogging pants with a sleeveless tight top. Her face, her arms and her neck was sticky with sweat. She seemed to be running from quite a time now. The faint sunlight gleamed from her face giving an illusion of divinity. She stopped in her track to work out some stretches. As she flexed her body like an acrobat, she sang to herself, her own stretching-song that...

Indian Cinema recently completed it's 100 years and present day actors paid tribute to all the legendary actors who graced the silver screen. From birth, these actors and actresses are the trend setters. What they wear, the thinking of the characters they portray, the message they give have had a strong impact not only on the youth but has proven as a strong adrenaline for older souls as well. From Mother India to PK , through the lanes of Guide, village of Sholay , fields of DDLJ and The attack of 26/11 ; Indian cinema has captured the change of society way too perfectly. Portrayal of pre-interdependence scenarios somehow tried to show the ones born independently, the so called 'developing' India as a colony. The immortal love stories have been vividly engraved in memories, often phrased along with Shakespeare's Romeo-Juliet in a manner of speaking. Cinemas like Ra-One , which deserves a special mention, brought in the use of VFX to the extent that incorporated ani...

Memories, a thing of the past, the moments once spent that never return but remain as an integral part of someone who has been there. Through the entire span from cradle to pyre, every soul has tonnes of memories, that slowly tend to fade like an old movie yet the thing that helps these memories to be one with the carrier is nothing but the emotions involved. Like every other movie, there are some movies that are evergreen and then there are some which are very forgettable. There are some which brought out the best in us ans there are some that sought out the Satan. Good or bad, light or dark, even or odd; the mind never seem to break away from the crystal chains of memories. There are moments in everyday life when the memories seem to hit back causing momentary concussion that eventually leads to distortion in the on going activity. Few are able to cope up instantly while a lot more than few transit into temporary monk-like stature trying to live out or black out from those recollecti...

A great author once quoted, "The opposite of love is not hate; hate is just love gone bad. The actual opposite of love is apathy: when you don't care a damn as to what happens to the other" There's no point of denying or obscuring the fact that most of us have gone through a period of heart break and lost love. But today even though we live; we had spoken to our mate, "I can't live without you." Feeling nostalgic? Theoretically it sounds absurd, unless she happens to be the only doctor who knows about your illness. But how are you alive? Or how have you gotten over the completely. Some part of the lost love still resides within your heart. And each of those memory still incite a shivering pain through your soul. In fact, the pain never goes away; with time it just gets easier to mask the pain and carry on with a straight face. Time doesn't heal everything, it's just that time gives one the strength to face the world with all the pain buried dee...

Across the kingdom of dream Lies the ground of suffering Reality, a distant canvas Love, beauty, fame and all that jazz. Hammer of life strikes a blow Picture sinks a bit slow Peaks one, seeps at strike Lament who grace, sinks to dike. Might not who stand a hill That who at strike, sheet alike frill Free, frank; open at large They beat with mock at darge. Cruel as may truth portray It's black or white, no shade of grey Rise, fall, build & crumble Naked truth, barefaced lie: so much subtle.

This date marks 3 years of that day. The day when my life changed forever. Without doubt or fail, I was supposed to meet her today. We would talk and she would patiently listen to all my mindless blabber with that same old cute smile,without losing its charm, the same smile that stole my heart, the very first time I saw her at the Smile Café. What a day it was; cloudy sky, cool weather and the monetary hide and seek playing sun, smiling with all his galore. She was in all pink, literally from head to toe. Those pink hair bands, pink dress and those pink sandals seems to be made just for her. I dint know her name, so I named her Pinky. Till date I call her that. Time went by and somehow a common link grew to connect us up. It was as if the entire cosmos conspiring to bind us eternally. 3 months, 12 days, 1 hour, 20 minutes and 11 seconds, from the first-sight-attraction; I proposed. She took her time but 12 days and 1 hour later, she said, "Yes". Fortunately we both were past ...