The Caustic Catalyst

Retrospect; a corroded past

Singed with the untruths of a forgotten memory

Embroiled in an exothermic rift, churning out

Ghosts, exorcised demons;

Walking on shards of broken glass,

 

Treading carelessly to a place not known,

Forever driven by the solidarity of ambiguity,

Combusting, deliberating, calculating -

 

The enthalpy of disbelief

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bombay Blues

The black and yellow lifeline

Traverses, travels, triumphs over

Claustrophobic by-lanes and

Temporary disdains;

As the sweat and grime, oozing with mundane

Expectations and harsh realities coat the conscience,

The lusty winds by the sea face offer hermitage to a

Troubled mind. There is

Hope.

Between the tensions and pretensions and the

6.45 Churchgate and 8.10 Virar local, the

Futility of struggle, and the struggle for

Change

Is sought.

And as the day draws to a close, the ounces of

Life

Loose themselves in intermittent sips of cutting chai

And oily swabs of Vada Pavs.

Do you then realize, life bites

You.

Do you cower, walk, run away,

Or

Do you hope that one day,

Life treats you

Fairly.

You do neither.

You bite back.

 

 

 

 

 

Gangnam se Goregaon: A PSYchotic Journey

 DISCLAIMER: This is no enthusiastic rant or overly-analyzed review, but the hopes and expectations of a Bollywood fanatic.  

Complete with bow ties, girls, horses and the intelligence quotient of an amoeba cell, K-POP sensation PSY’s uber-famous “Gangnam Style” music video has made waves across the internet with his quirky, unconventional take on Seoul’s rich and famous Gangnam area – bole toh South Korea’s Nariman Point. While you question your own sanity having endured this eclectic wonder, the Mumbai sub conscience effortlessly relates to the elevated state of being of this video. That’s right. PSY was probably a Bollywood star in some previous birth. After all, who can serenade girls in -274 Kelvin, rap face-down in an elevator and horse around (pun intended), all while donned up in his Armani suit?

Picture this: Apna PSY bhai – crime fighter, Casanova, mamma’s boy. As the time-bomb on the hopelessly-sobbing-good-for-nothing-pretty dame ticks, PSY Bhai’s demeanor is cooler than moonlight on a tombstone. 10 seconds become minutes, minutes become millennia as Bhai comes galloping on his stallion in slow motion – chasing the 12.41 Virar Local in broad daylight. As he effortlessly steers the horse atop the train, deftly eluding the 24,000 V shock other miserable lesser mortals would have been subjected to, he gallops the length of the train, picks up the girl in one arm, pushes the henchmen off the roof from the other (the reins are in his mouth) and with a 2+2 = 4 attitude, chucks the bomb in the air and…and…and…

And then they do the Gangnam Style while the train safely pulls into Andheri Station. And then it’s all uphill from there. PSY bhai - the face behind diamond jewelry, life insurance, adult diapers, the whole nine yards! “Life insurance lo – aur ghode bech ke so. Ghode se yaad aaya…” *op-op-op-op-oppa Gangnam style!* Aah, the revenue he would generate from one film :’) We’d never need scams, India would be an economic super power blablabla…

If only you get the (op-op-op-op) opportunity. PSY Sigh.