Saturday, December 11, 2010


She said, “i like u”.
When feelings go green
When camaraderie is unseen
When path is together strewn

But then i like you even more
So give me a term of yore
That better suits us for sure.

She said, “i love u”.
When the cupid's arrow hits u
When all love stories befits u
When stoic objects greet u

But then i love u even more
So give me a term of yore
That better suits us for sure.

She said, “i adore u”.
When love reaches the next level
When affinity & romance makes u revel
When wings of fantasy ensure u travel

But then i adore u even more
So give me a term of yore
That better suits us for sure.

She said, “i need u”.
When the fire of passion takes over
When the heart takes a pulse slower
When the inferno doesn’t need a blower

But then i need u even more
So give me a term of yore
That better suits us for sure.

She said, “i want u”.
When the touch seems indispensible,
When the flame is irrepressible,
When the pain is insurmountable

But then i want u even more
So give me a term of yore
That better suits us for sure.

She said, “if you want a better term for sure
Look into my eyes and let it lure
And you will read the unwritten encore
Eyes convey the unsaid feelings pure"
Surely i couldn’t have differed any more.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010


Life without you

There is a sinking feeling,
The soft nerves have got reeling,
Hands folded in prayer and kneeling,
It’s Life without you.

The green of the aura has lost its tinge,
The cuckoo bird is on its strange melancholy binge,
The rain drops are at their lowest possible fringe,
It’s Life without you.

The train of life has come to a halt,
Every decision seems to carry some fault,
The ‘Fall’ is decisive and comes from an exalted vault,
It’s Life without you.

The ‘me’ in me has lost his meaning,
The shoulder searches someone to have her leaning,
The love was boundless, but now has a ceiling,
It’s Life without you.

I now realize what u meant for me,
It is clandestine and not for all to see,
Don’t imprison the spirit, rather set it free,
The Life without you, truly,
Is Life without ‘me’!!!

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

ViN’s Top Ten Bollywood Movies Countdown

My all time bollywood choicest flicks.

Number # 10

This hilarious movie is unique in the sense one can’t have enough of the phattas and every-time one watches it again, the jokes make you laugh again. Superb acting by the lead as well as character Paresh Rawal, Shakti Kapoor..Ajit look-a-like. All in all a wholesome package.

Number # 9

This little known movie coincided with the beginning of my love-story with cricket. Aamir was delivering knock-out punches since he had made his debut in QSQT. This movie and Tum Mere Ho fell rather flat on the box office. But this one left an impression with its music, on-field climax, Dev Sa’ab’s swagger and Aamir’s cricket triumph well before Lagaan.

Number # 8

This flick from the parallel cinema with a military background left a denting impression on me when I saw it first as an 11 year old along with our entire school in a special show. It introduced me to the power-house named Nana Patekar and made me his fan instantly. Madhuri Dixit was made to work without a single tinge of make-up and she herself counts it as her most powerful performance till date.

Number # 7

Well, what uncomplicated style of film-making by Raju Hirani. That is a rare talent. And to dish it out third time in a row needs a genius. Who will not see this movie and allude it to his own college days? So did I. Boman Irani again in a lovable negative role and the trio just takes your breath away. Kareena also fits nicely in the scheme. And so does Chatur Ramalingam..

Number # 6

The genius of the Great Raj which revels automatically amidst emotional settings, makes this movie an unforgettable one. Then, you put among the audience an emotional fool like me, and the recipe is perfect. Who in his life has not had a crush on his teacher? I mean, one can relate the relationships it depicted and therefore the ‘Joker’ in everyone comes to the fore.

Number # 5

I don’t need to emphasise here. “Kitne Aadmi the” to “Tumhara naam kya hai Basanti” to “ Yeh haanth hame de do Thakur”..the folk-lore carries on. To suffice this up, Raju Srivastava and likes still make their daily bread with spoofs on this one. This timeless classic has weathered the test of times and lives on and the Amitabh’s win-win coin scenario continues for this movie.

Number # 4

This movie brought with itself a whiff of fresh air. Farhan, in his directorial debut, conjures up the image of neo-males of metro-sexual kind and their love-stories fabulously. Saif is re-incarnated, Akshay Khanna is finally cast in a role which befits him completely and Aamir continues to be Aamir. My infatuation to the movie can also be attributed to the fact that I was surfing the tides of my own college experiences.

Number # 3

What a masterpiece by Rakeysh Omprakash Mehra. The film had a couple of issues to address. Firstly, it could have turned a bit overboard on “preachiness” and secondly the plot that beer drinking modern day youth turning into national heroes overnight, could have been too poetic and hypothetical. Mehra proved to be a smooth operator on both these counts and spun the tale brilliantly. I particularly liked the amalgam of the youths with freedom fighters in black and white and again, the transition was smooth and easy. Liked Siddharth’s cameo the best of them all.

Number # 2

I am of the kinds who tend to flow with the tide in a movie. The poignant scenes tend to moisten the eye-lids once in a while. But due to some strange reason, after I saw this movie I remember crying profusely and for considerable lengths. Kamal Hasan is arguably the best actor when it comes to expressing sobriety and grief and the climax of this movie is etched in my memory. The music genius of Illayaraaja comes to the fore with timeless classics like “Surmayee ankhiyon mein” and “Aye Zindagi gale laga le”.

Number # 1

Babu comes the numero uno. Anand with maestro like Hrishikesh Mukherjee as director, Gulzar as dialogue writer, Rajesh Khanna as the top most actor of that time, Amitabh as the new wizard on the scene and Salil Chowdhary as the music director, completes a perfect mix. When Bhasker says on the tape recorder, “ Babu Moshai..yeh duniya to ek ranmanch..”, I missed a beat. The ‘lymphosarcoma of the intestine’ weaves a brilliant narration and sometime it feels if one had to die, one should bow out like Bhasker did; on a high.

With that ends the ViN’s Top Ten Bollywood Movies Countdown. However there were a few movies which, though, were as good, lost out by the skin of the teeth. So here is a list of few movies which make ViN’s Hall of Fame.

A. Satya

Ramu’s claim to fame. Strong performance from Manoj Bachpai and an obscure J D Chakravarthy in India’s perhaps first mafia movie.

B. Rock on

Farhan’s avtar as a director, actor and a singer. My favourite also because here was a movie with music as the base for spinning the yarn.

C. Zinda

I like both Sanjay Dutt and John Abraham, just for the heck of it. This movie had best of both and strong and murky cinematography by Sanjay Gupta. Sanjay Dutt plays a natural as an illegal prisoner.

D. Khamoshi-The Musical

People said Nana could be one dimensional with his strong dialogue delivary. This flick presents Nana as a deaf and dumb character and he carried it with true élan. The genius of Sanjay Leela Bhansali and plenty of touchy scenes makes this as one of my all time favourites.


How can someone of my generation miss this one out? A little bit of school enmity, adolescent love, sibling rivalry and brilliant music. “Pehla nasha” is my bestest romantic song yet.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Fight worth taking

[Challa (in hindi) means a ring. Challa or challebaazi in hindi poetry means a unique style of poem-writing where every next line starts with the last word of its preceding line. Written around the end of the year 2000 during my college-days, this challebaazi in English, depicts internal duels of a perfect soldier. Interestingly, the duel pertains more to heart than to sinews.]

They knew him.
He was a great soldier.
A soldier who had learnt only to win.
Win even the fiercest of battles.
Battles against relentless enemies.
Enemies who knew about him.
That he was a great soldier.

Another battle beckoned him.
Beckoning that demanded steely armour.
Armour though was perfect but for his heart.
Heart which said that the battle was lost.
Loss was the voice of even his mind.
Mind which had never failed him.

He who was a great soldier, decided to fight on.
Fight he did with all his valour.
Valour which brought him on the verge of victory.
Victory he knew shall come at someone's loss.
But loss was the voice of his mind.
Mind which had never failed him.

He lost the battle, knowingly.
Knowledge that told him he had never lost.
He lost the battle not to fight again.
He knew no other fight would be worth taking!!

Thursday, June 10, 2010

My wife, my daughter have not returned!!

It was the winters of 2005. After a sumptuous lunch, a quick afternoon nap followed. But the nap was snapped before it could turn sweet. The Railway had phone rung as it usually does when you are in the midst of something meaningful. My controller on the other side informed that there had been a side collision between a passenger train (620 Dn which runs from Barkakana to Barawadih to Chopan to Allahabad) and a coal loaded Freight train (Up Lahra-Mohabbat named after the thermal power to which it was destined to deliver coal) at Barwadih and that there may be some casualties.

The Accident Relief Train was ordered and the divisional team departed in full strength for the site. The team from Head Quarter and from Railway Board which included members of Traffic and Mechanical also pushed off. One notable visitor was Arjun Munda, the then CM of Jharkhand. As we reached the site after 5-6 hours, the toll had risen to 21 deaths. The restoration team included three relief trains, two medical relief trains, three 140T capacity cranes and a couple of hundreds of people working round the clock for nearly 3 days (read 70 hours). There were 37 loaded wagons which had got derailed and 5 coaches with people packed like sardines, had got fully damaged.

After the restoration had been complete and all the officers were sitting, sipping chai contemplating about the enormity of the devastation, a middle aged man approached us. His stoic face was further amplified by the dryness in eyes and an apparent lack of sleep. He came right up to my DRM and said, “Huzoor, my wife and my daughter had boarded the train for Daltongunj and both have not returned home. It has been three days now and I have found the dead body of my daughter but my wife is still untraceable.”

My DRM shrugged his shoulders, confirmed it from one of his officers and said that all dead bodies have been recovered and that all such data have been verified. Somebody quipped from behind that it might be propaganda towards getting the ex-gratia payments. One of the officer explained him about how the data was calculated, confirmed and how chances about it being erroneous were minimal. The man was dazed. He had come dazed because of the death of his daughter and was returning dazed at not being able to confirm the death of his wife.

As he trudged back, defeated, I could hear him murmur. He was mumbling repeatedly under his breath, ‘..they have not returned..”.

Our chai had finished and so had our work at Barwadih. The special train was preparing to push off to Dhanbad. We lumbered up to our coaches, and then unexpectedly my peon came with this message that a body was just identified buried amidst the scrape of mutilated wagon bodies and heaps of coal. I could not believe it and ran to the place. Only the leg jutted out of the remains (see pic). But intrinsically, I was very clear in my mind, that this was his wife. His laments were no propaganda, his expressionless face was no deceit and his murmur was no treachery.

I wondered, now, whether both his wife and his daughter had finally returned to him.

Why Scribble?

(From Wikipedia)
To write hastily or carelessly without regard to legibility or form. To cover with careless or worthless writings or drawings

This was in the pipeline since long. And like my many personal necessities and obligations which lag far behind in my list of priorities, writing my blog could not see the light of the day all these days. But finally its underway and underway for good.

Coming to think of the title of the blog, I chose 'Scribble' because that is the way I like writing. When I was a ten year old child, in class V, I thought of writing a book and thought the title of that book would be 'Mirage' because I had just come across that term and felt it was philosophical and flashy enough to justify being the title of a future best-seller. I also wrote a preface which I would post in due course here.

The lust of writing a best-seller notwithstanding, I plan to write in my blog whatever flashes across my mind, my memoirs, my 'scribbles' of yesteryears and more. That is, perhaps, it for kick-starting VINspeak and more shall follow, for sure.