Songs of the Hobgoblin souls

 Life is a bunch of fridge magnets.

We collect over time

Different shapes and colours in core memories.

Deleting the ones on the way,

Which rendered pain more than rain.

We chase abundance 

When True abundance is witnessing the chase.

To see yourself fall and rise 

Like a wave beneath those eyes.

Those lavender strands that lit up the eyes

In glorious purple haze.

Those were the days, Those were the days.

Days that took me by the storm, swept me off my feet.

Also the ones that are reaching me on rays.

The song in fridge magnets,

The parable of the one

Which dares to seek

Which seeks to dare.

Life in a nut and shell...: The Love Song

Life in a nut and shell...: The Love Song: The Love is just a memory, Of the faint breeze here and a strong wind there. The Love has matured. Like the age of the wine, still bitt...

The Love Song

The Love is just a memory,
Of the faint breeze here and a strong wind there.

The Love has matured.
Like the age of the wine, still bitter but fine.

The Love has changed its colour.
Like the foliage of the autumn and the soil of the ocean.

The Lover hitherto, breathes.
Like a flower on the cactus, withering and yet anxious.

The Love reminds of glory.
Like the tiara atop the queens, more settled than it gleams.

The Love plays in a song.
From the dead passing on.

The Love, like a cinnamon.
Sweet is it's smell.

For those who conquer it, call it "mine".
The ones who conjure it up, make a rhyme.

5 Relavant Words - Coronavirus Pandemic

Remember that wish of sitting idle and killing time. Well, that just got granted and it ain't too good to be true, I agree. Maybe make the best use of this quarantine while it lasts. No fun intended. Straight epic boredom.

1. Détente -

a relaxing of tension, especially between nations, as by negotiations or agreements. Sentence : There is hope that the U.S. and China will at least reach some sort of detente on trade. 2. Stir-Crazy - restless or frantic because of confinement, routine, etc. Sentence : By now, let’s hope you’re safely ensconced at home—going a little stir-crazy, perhaps, but doing your part to “flatten the curve.” 3. Hobgoblin - something causing superstitious fear; a bogy. Sentence : The Corona virus pandemic is very real. Not just the hobgoblin of religious philosophers. 4. Caprice - a sudden, unpredictable change, as of one's mind or the weather. Sentence : This is a caprice—and it would be the most vulnerable thing to walk around the streets right now. 5. Flinty - unyielding; unmerciful; obdurate Sentence : The flinty Coronavirus pandemic is proving to be unapologetically fatal to aged.

The Unreal Times of COVID-19

Our generation hardly believed in valentine. Let alone, Quarantine. This generation has grown up using landline phones restricted mostly to STD calls. Musically, was changing the sides of the audio cassettes from A to B and vice versa. Spotify corresponded to All India Radio where one had to request for a song to be played on air by practically writing letters. Foreign was as foreign as it gets. In the absence of travel bloggers/vloggers, we got the glimpse of the other side of the world via Bollywood movies, mostly featuring Govinda.

We scaled up, all that, and came so far. Information is no longer restricted to public libraries. Any city in the world can now be explored by accessing few Apps. Travel is cheap. Internet is cheap. Imported goods are affordable too. World has finally become the melting pot. The pot that has endured way too much with the advent of insensitive materialism. The voices inside have been hushed by the noise of social media. Was it too late, that we missed the red flags.

COVID-19 was already knocking at our doors before we could even totally comprehend its origin and existence. It already spread like a wild fire and continued to engulf the whole world with its fatality. This shit IS real. It is so real that it felt absolutely unreal. Within a stretch of few days, the malls shut, schools shut, corporate offices shut, eateries shut. This was copy all over the world. With no vaccine in store, numbers of infected people and death rates kept shooting up like an uncontained morbid Tsunami.

The times had changed. Countries have imposed lock down with only essential supplies available for survival, and of course the TV and the internet. News flashing the empty streets which are no longer familiar with the world we earlier lived in. The deafening chaos and humdrum has now been catapulted into a jittery silence.

The Unhappiness after Happiness

Open your social media and witness the smiling happy faces. Their exotic travel, their luxurious homes, their deep bonded friendships, their chic clothing, their happy meal, their weight loss success , their lavish wedding, their ostentatious degrees, their new role at work and the list goes on and on like the vast unending ocean which never ceases to hit the shore.

Retailers are cashing in this trend too by creating "Instagrammable" spots in their watery holes. Paid partnerships with brands is running all time high with users with over a million followers. The end users may not be talking but their phones are. Will there be a time when our phones will be sending updates to our health insurers to spike the premium pertaining to our lifestyle ;) Just thinking.


So what? Did it incite a tad bit of jealousy in you? Did it molest your self confidence somewhere? Did it curb your motivation for the day? Did you subconsciously find your new competitor who has got nothing to do with your life choices? Did that make you hollow in some dark corner of your heart?
If it did, Congratulations! you are still a human who just allowed a smartphone outsmart yourself.


But here is the thing, the smartphone on your palm is not a miracle of God, but YOU! No damn thing on this planet has withstood the test of time congruent to yours. The smiling faces on your Fbook page do not tell you the full story. They just do a Cover Story. The incessant feeds might have fed in your productive time as well, but who is complaining. We are all the victims of the same epidemic.


Every "Like" on social media is a shot of Dopamine and then it reaches its brim when you get addicted to this Dope. Not very different that alcohol. Been there, done that. Trying to sleep with eyes wide open subjected to the penetrating LCD till it falls flat on my face. Ab to so jao.


It is okay to feel that your life is unfulfilled, but it is not okay for your phone to make make you believe in that. We can work towards the chipped grey areas of our lives for sure, but only with thoughts of love, joy, gratitude and rejoice. These thoughts remain the focal points to loving yourself. Creation of your future can only happen if the present is fertile with positivity

On that note, wishing you all a Merry Christmas. May the furlough be with you!

How to love your fat

No seriously, that was not a statement but a question. HOW to love your body fat?

This is probably the aeon when womanhood is graceful only when its skinny and skinny is not just skin deep. Its the jawline, the double chin, the forearms, the love handles, the thigh gap, the calf muscles, the pot belly, the basketball-cut-into-halves butt and what not. What a benevolence it would be if your body parts came with extra fittings. Replace them with the best available size on sale.

Its a complete gag show when the ladies are suddenly cognizant of their weight. Like when they thank the heavens that loose fit is back in fashion and how that jacket would camouflage the unwelcomed bulges. How straight hair slims their face contour and how the not-so-classy high waist jeans actually has a utility purpose. The stripes ought to be vertical coz horizontal stripes makes you look like lady bumble bee. Yes, even 50 shades of grey was color coded for slimming purposes in the first place.

My personal favorite are women (like myself) who like the abstraction of a diet plan. The moment they sniff a Biryani, there comes the gyaan  "Khao yaar, yahi asli sukh hai" or "Ek din khaane se kuch nhi hoga" or "Gym to jaana hi hai kal se".

Funda-mentally, its not our fault. Its the stupid movies. Never has the aam janta witnessed ever where the hero falls for a fat chick. Those are the ones who conjure up nefarious plots to split the couple to win the guy over or the ones who end up being our hero's best friend. Bhumi Pednekar was probably the saving grace, the last hope when she won over Ayushman khurrana solely with her inner beauty. Then it was a slap on the inner beauty, when she featured on the cover of Vogue magazine, half her size, enunciating, "Learn the journey of Bhumi's transformation and rediscovering herself". Bhencho!

Its even more stirring that we have a defense for that too..."Unhe to paise milte hain patle hone ke liye". I mean in a way that's true, but then why are the fashion mongers so unfair. The one dress which skipped your heart a beat, that one dress which would have made you look rich, that one dress which would have changed your relationship status, bloody doesn't fit the way it did on the mannequin. It now shrieks to be freed in the trial room when you call for help in the half worn/half torn dress empathizing  with Sarabjit all caged up in Pakistan.

To top it all restaurants now days have joined the dementia to fish the "figure conscious food connoisseurs". Fat free gajar ka halwa with diced carrot sprinkled with sugar free, cooked in low cal dairy with your choice of nuts. What? was the poor cow fasting for my damn halwa??

No matter what your mirror tells you, remember a perfect body is a delusion. **Conditions Applied**

**Does not apply to those who have the money for liposuction and implants.