Dust

A poem I wrote some­time two years back about the human nature’s destruc­tive ide­o­log­i­cal cer­tain­ty. Initially I was frus­trat­ed by such a ten­den­cy on the Right, but recent­ly I’ve start­ed notic­ing it on the Left too where it grew dan­ger­ous­ly in the last few years.

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(Short Story) Keep Calm And Kill

There is Us. There is Them. And in between… there are Echoes.

Originally post­ed on CampusDiaries.

Intro

I wrote this sto­ry in a day, with­out prepa­ra­tions, on a giv­en theme for Words’ Worth com­pe­ti­tion at 30th of December. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to fin­ish the sto­ry in time. That’s total­ly okay, because I was only in it for the chal­lenge, and I’m hap­py.

The theme was dichotomies and bina­ry words (exam­ple: Hot-Cold, Big-Small, etc.) where one can be esti­mat­ed in com­par­i­son with anoth­er. Considering I’ve been voic­ing about a cer­tain dichoto­my in our very lives for a while now, the “Us-Them” bina­ry has was the first thing that hit me, which result­ed in me writ­ing this sto­ry in my stream-of-con­scious­ness. This is also an exten­sion of my poem “Imaginary Lines”.

Hope you enjoy read­ing this as much as I enjoyed writ­ing!

Disclaimer: This is pure­ly fic­tion­al. None of the char­ac­ters or set­tings rep­re­sent any­thing or any­one in real life, nor does it por­tray accu­rate­ly how the mil­i­tary func­tions. I’m tak­ing artis­tic lib­er­ties here. Also, despite the fic­tion­al set­ting, I do take inspi­ra­tion from real events – such as sol­diers being aban­doned after their ser­vices, CIA tor­tures, sex­u­al war-crimes by armed forces, etc. – to get a point across. I’ve inten­tion­al­ly left most char­ac­ters name­less to keep them amor­phous, so it becomes eas­i­er to imag­ine them as just about any­one from any group, race or polit­i­cal lean­ing.

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(Pseudo-Rap) Ring Around The Roses — Wedding Tribute version

This is per­haps the first time I’ve tried to seri­ous­ly write a rap. There are two ver­sions of this pseu­do-rap, this one being the first. I wrote this as a wed­ding present Mayur and his wife Akshatha, but didn’t get the chance to per­form it for them (this piece is best expe­ri­enced per­formed, not read). The sec­ond ver­sion is a per­son­al one, but I’ll upload that some oth­er time. 🙂

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Lazy Designers and Their Wings

So I was design­ing some wings for an illus­tra­tion for project. Thought I’d just snag some already avail­able on Google Images, but some­thing in me made we want to write this, going, “SHUT UP AND READ THIS!”

.…Okay, inner voice. Okay.

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I Will Be Home

​A series of let­ters from the bat­tle­field, from a sol­dier to his fiancé wait­ing to hear from him again. ​

A per­for­mance piece from Pune Poetry Slam of August 2014. This poem was inspired by a let­ter from Gernot Knopp to Dorothy Bird, a heart-wrench­ing sto­ry which you can read about here.

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Imaginary Lines

 

What if our Indian Pledge (and Anthems from any part of the world) was an hon­est pro­jec­tion of our con­tem­po­rary times? Let me break down the walls we’ve built, because it cre­ates more ene­mies than is sup­posed to keep away. Let me erase the imag­i­nary lines, because it stops our love from expand­ing.

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I Am

Edit from the future, 2017: I don’t like this piece any­more. Someday I’ll rewrite this, or even roast myself for this.

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I ini­tial­ly ded­i­cat­ed this to the ones who start­ed Pune Poetry Slam and Airplane Poetry Movement, but as I kept writ­ing, the poem quick­ly devel­oped a theme of courage to start some­thing won­der­ful despite all the doubts and pres­sures of con­ven­tion­al naysay­ings a per­son goes through in their lives. Of course, this is also a reminder for myself that every first step is always mean­ing­ful.

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Rain of Shame

Poetry in less than 10 mins, just for prac­tice. It helps to sit out­doors and look for sto­ries hid­den in plain sight.

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