To Palak

As a toddler, I dreamt of being an artist,
Sketching the beauty of the world, and filling it with colours
But then my dreams came crashing down,
‘My girl will be a doctor’, said my father and it made me frown.

My father will always think the right for me,
I told myself, and let go of my artistic dreams.
But little did I know that it’d take the life out of me,
I failed the medical exams, and I failed my father as well.

‘Get her married, she’s only a disgrace!’,
Said my father, with an angry face.
I went to my room, and cried my heart out,
Pushed the cupboard in anger, and a book came rolling out.

In it were the paintings I made as a child,
Vibrant colours and imaginations of my mind.
I wondered if I didn’t let go of my dreams,
Would I be successful and would my father be proud of me?

I took the paint brush and started painting,
Entered a world of flowing colours.
Spent the entire month making art,
Didn’t get tired, didn’t feel the need to stop.

I mailed all my creation to my favourite artist,
Crossing my fingers, hoping he’ll would love it.
To my surprise, I got a reply,
He didn’t only love it, but sent me an opportunity to work with him and reach the sky.

I took the letter and went to my father,
Tears came rolling down his face when he saw it.
‘I’m sorry my girl to put you through this,
What I couldn’t achieve in my life, I thought you’d do it.
Little did I care about your dreams,
Instead forced you to pursue my dreams.
Go my girl, fly high
Follow your dreams and never look back.’


Painting a desert rainbow

Imagine a flat, desolate desert on a dark, starry night.

Scattered around this scenery of the desert, were my proud bunch of friends, whom I met and had an exquisite time with every day. Standing in the desert, they were happy and smiling at me; my friendship with them was blooming.

I have perpetually received less love ever since my childhood. My oldsters did not have time for me, they had their own myraid of issues to settle; there were tons of problems at home and clearly, I was left all alone. I solely had my grannie to relinquish me with love, but even she passed on to the great beyond.

Now, when Keira entered my life and showered so much love on me, everybody standing in the desert started disappearing one by one. I stopped giving them time, and slowly my friendship with them also started degrading.

It became pretty obvious that I was going to spend my each and every day with Keira; spend each and every hour along with her merrily with no regrets that I did not get to meet my friends. I was in heaven.

A disabled person, who has no idea of what walking feels like, gets to run on his on feet. Imagine the joy of that person. That was me, that is how I accepted her love when she showered it on me.

There was nobody in the desert except Keira. However, she truly crammed all the voids. My focus was utterly on her. I did not even notice my friends slowly disappearing behind. I kept gazing at each and every detail of her.
Surely, I was on cloud nine.

I was certain that Keira is not going to go anywhere regardless of what happens between us. She will be there till the end, till my last breath. We always dealt with our issues in the past and she never left because we loved one another.

But then, things got a bit worse, they went off limits. We did not know how to handle the situation, and we ended up hurting each other.

And then, I saw her hand disappearing. All I could think was, “What the hell? What’s happening? I didn’t expect this. Why is she disappearing? Is this a joke? It must be a joke! Something is wrong!”
Her hand kept fading away. I simply could not stop it.

I took a paintbrush and began painting her hand.
It was arduous on my behalf to believe that this was actually happening.
She kept disappearing more, I kept painting more.
Her hands disappeared, I painted her hands.
Her legs disappeared, I painted her legs.
Her body disappeared, I painted her body.
Her face disappeared…
And I… I just kept painting, trying my best to keep her in sight.

But in the end, what I had in my hand, was a portrait of her. She had left. I looked around the desert. I could not see anyone around. I had lost everything.

I kept crying, my tears falling on the portrait, taking its colours off. I was clueless of what to do next.
Releasing all the heaviness in my heart, I took few months to dig a pit as deep as possible and buried the portrait in it.

Then, I was simply sitting on the cold sand of the desert, looking at the stars, feeling numb.
That erémos, that night, just doesn’t leave me.


There goes the wind, it’s got no worries

Swivels past the tress, meddling with the berries

Doesn’t think of what comes ahead of it

A mountain or a building or even a pebble for the sake of it

It’ll still flow with all its might

It doesn’t know what is fright

Not caring of how sturdy or puny the obstacles are

Just keeps flowing and goes really far

Wind takes beautiful long flight

Far away towards the twilight

It’ll keep going no matter what

Trembling and shaking and palpitating somewhat

Be the wind and flow

Hit the sunshine and glow

For the world is designed for you

A little green and a little blue…

The Peaceful Nazi Trilogy.

During the world war II, amidst the fights of the nations, the Beatles soothed the people by their music; gave people hope.

Hitler, in his cabin, enjoying and dancing to the song ‘Hey Jude‘ suddenly gets shot from behind. Hitler continues to dance as if some ant bit him. Bang, bang, bang! After three more shots to his back he realises that someone dares to ruin his dance time. Hitler turns around and tries to reach for his gun but before he gets it,

Bang! A headshot!

‘Who are you?’, asks Hitler.

The man finally unmasks himself.

‘John Lennon?!’

‘You can’t pirate our songs Adolf’, says Lennon, ‘We’ve spent blood and sweats for making them’.

Lennon wears his mask again and walks out the door.

‘Lets make a movie on this!’, exclaims Nolan sitting on the sofa, watching the entire scene.


We’ve been facing space problems since a very long time, haven’t we?

Now, you must be wondering which space I’m talking about here. Well, every possible space has become a problem in our lives. Don’t believe me? Read on.

Talking about space problems, India faces the most space problems than anyone else. Mostly because of its ever increasing population. And who’d know it better than the people who travel in Mumbai Local Trains. Trust me, it gets so packed sometimes that you actually become taller and thinner after a journey in it!(Just kidding but I really wish that was possible). Once when I was travelling in the Mumbai Local, it got so packed that I couldn’t even find space to keep my legs. Fuck yeah! I was in mid-air! So you see, I can also become superman sometimes just with the support of few people. I did try my best for making some space but it was useless so I gave up after sometime. I got so tired that I actually went to sleep in between and these dudes still kept me standing straight the entire time. Can you believe that?

But this is why Mumbai is special, isn’t it? Because of its awesome and unique crowd. #MC#BC

Talking about space problems, my phone always irritates me saying there’s low storage space. And this problem hasn’t left me since my childhood. No matter which phone I buy, no matter how much storage space it has, it’ll end up saying ‘LOW STORAGE SPACE’ after few months. So yeah, now I just ignore it as much as I can. But it’s not my phone’s fault though cause I have like 13k photos in my phone. Just the photos are taking so much space, and I’m not that jobless to sit and delete the unwanted pictures one by one, or maybe I am jobless but just too lazy to do it!

Talking about space problems, I’ve started taking more space than before now. What does that mean? It means I’m becoming fat! Like how is it fair guys? You run your ass out for 30 minutes everyday for 3 fudging months and you also follow a proper diet but your body shows no “noticeable change” and then for just one week you’re like fuck it and you eat anything you want and you end up being double of what you were before. Why? Why universe why? Why do you hate me so much? Argghhh *smh*

Talking about space problems, I’m sneezing since last night and it gets really annoying after a particular time. Cold has taken up some ‘space’ in my lungs. So yeah, that adds to my space problems as well.

Well, she also has asked for some space. It gets really difficult when the person asks for some space because then you start thinking that you’ve been less somewhere. And no matter how hard it is, you have to give her space cause that’s the need of the hour. I just hope that she’s fine.

So basically every space has become a problem in my life except the outer space. Wait, now that I think of it, the outer space also is a problem because it consists of the sun, and every person is just boiling here in India each and every f’ing day, and I always have a little more problem than everyone else, don’t I? I’m not even kidding this time. I perspire more than a normal Human-Being and as I’m in Mumbai and as Mumbai has a humid atmosphere, I literally transform into an open tap. Yeah, I have these super powers as well. People come to me for water and I just squeeze my finger and their entire bottle gets filled. For some odd reason even my sweat is cold. So enjoy everyone! A walking talking cooler!

So yeah, Space probably tops the list of ‘Problems in Rohit’s life‘.