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Rain, Joy Of Bliss

By Daneshwari Mirji

Feeling free as a bird,
Stretching carelessly my arms,
Looking at grey lightening sky;
Open my mouth, to catch rain droplets;
And Laughing on my own silliness;
Oh rain! fall to shrine again and again.

Welcoming, rain whole heartedly;
Fragrance of wet soil and kiss of rain;
Washing away my worries,
Flinching my Sun baked soul,
Quenching my thirst,
Oh rain! fall to shrine again and again.

Jumping around to quest hailstones;
Dancing in rain, cherishing every moment;
With romantic breeze, pitter- patter of rain;
Colorful rainbow, smiles at me;
As if adding colors to my life!
Oh rain! fall to shrine again and again.

Hiding Sun emerges through my window,
Now rain hides, my joy too;
Melody of rain slows down;
Again the Sun takes its turn;
Always welcome my rain, the bliss of joy,
Oh rain! fall to shrine again and again!    

About the author: A young student who believes that writing brings out our hidden emotions and talents!:)

The Best Bad Boys of Bollywood

 By Kratika Sharma

"Kitne aadmi the?” this dialogue not only reminds me of one of the greatest movies ever made but is also symbolic of the importance of a villain in a Hindi film. The untidy profile, crass language, the devil may care attitude made Gabbar Singh one of the most liked villains in the history of Indian cinema. Just like a villain is supposed to do, he too made the lives of the heroes difficult; he abducted the heroine and used her as bait. If it wasn't for him there wouldn't be any need of Jay and Veeru. Thakur would have had his family well and alive and Basanti would've probably married a farmer and be a mother of three. There would probably be no Sholay to remember and love. Yes, villains are the unsung heroes of the script of a film. There would be no need of a hero to rescue the damsel. There would be no dead father to avenge. No spice. A plain, normal life for all. The villain makes it all happen.

  Bollywood has had its share of villains in these 100 years. Be it the circumstantial villain who just fell in love with same girl the hero has feelings for and to acquire her he chooses the path where evil resides or the plain satanic rich lad who gets pleasure out of people's pain; we've seen it all. 

The 60's saw Prem Chopra and Pran rising to fame with the villainous roles they performed in their early years. Prem Chopra's presence on screen was enough to scare away the women in the vicinity and run for their lives. Pran, on the other hand got to play a rich, sophisticated and sly man who would back-stab the hero after gaining his trust most often. Of course, this era saw many other villains, as well and one of them being Vinod Khanna, but none are remembered the way Prem Chopra and Pran are. While Pran did go on playing a lot of positive roles, Prem Chopra remained THE villain for most of his films. His infamous dialogue "Prem naam hai mera, Prem Chopra" gives us a reason to remember Bobby other than just Dimple Kapadia's hot avatar and Rishi Kapoor's chocolate boy looks.

Then came the era of larger than life sets, long romantic sequences, bell-bottoms and rock n’ roll. The 70's also belonged to Ajit and Amjad Khan. Both these actors started by playing positive roles but achieved success with roles like Lion (Loyan) and Gabbar Singh. These roles are so popular that till date these actors are identified with them. Even though Mughal-e-Azam was a huge success, you probably would not remember Ajit being a part of that film as much as you remember him being a part of Zanjeer as Lion. This respected man of the city with the most unique way of speaking and intimidating the crowd with his class was the most cunning of them all. His actions in Yaadon ki Baarat made Dharmendra mad with vengeance. Same is the story with Amjad Khan, he played positive roles in Lawaaris, Yaarana, Chameli ki Shaadi, Shatranj ke Khiladi; yet what he is most remembered for are his roles in Sholay and Muqaddar Ka Sikandar. His alliance with JD (Ranjeet, who also is one of the most noted villains in Indian cinema) becomes the reasons for the trials and tribulations in Sikandar's (Amitabh Bachchan) life.

Following the 70's, in the 80's came Shaan, a film Kulbhushan Kharbanda will always be remembered for. Shakaal, the cruel,techno-savvy crime-lord with the coolest headquarters gave audiences a wave of fear the moment he decided to punish a man. His way of feeding his crocodiles with the men who would oppose him remains one of the scariest tactics used by any Bollywood villain ever. Another intelligent villain that the 80's witnessed was Dr. Dang. After playing a retired man in Saransh mourning for his dead son, this role added to the versatility of Anupam Kher.

Not a year had passed when Indian cinema saw another super-villain and this one is the man who comes to any Indian mind the moment a person thinks of the word villain; yes, it is Mogambo (Amrish Puri). This widely feared and evil-brained, Satan of a man can give any other villain a run for his money. His obsession with power and the inability to remember his own minions (causing Mr. India to win) is legendary.

The late 80's and the 90's did not particularly see character driven roles such as Shakaal or Mogambo but there was still Crime master Gogo (Shakti kapoor); this one just cracks me up with his hillarious catch phrases, one of them being "Aankhein nikaal ke gotiyan khelunga". He was evil with a hint of cuteness. And if we need to be reminded of pure evil, Kancha Cheena in Aneepath and Katya in Ghatak played by Danny Denzongappa are pretty convincing examples. Also, Gokul (Ashutosh Rana) the postman in Dushman can be hired for the job if we are head hunting for extremely scary villains. He was not dressed in fancy outfits; almost broke but with the extraordinary ability to scare the off screen women as well. Gulshan Grover gained the tag of Badman due to his villainous performances in movies like Mohra, International Khiladi, Raam Lakhan, Khiladiyon ke khiladi etc. His eccentric style of speaking with at least one pet dialogue in every film like "Maya teri toh palat dunga main Kaya" and "Badman" that his character is in love with.

The same era saw Rahul (Shahrukh Khan), the fatally obsessive lover who would go to any extent to win the heart of the love of his life. He played a similar role in Anjaam. Baazigar too was a film in which he played the villain and impressed the audiences by trying to avenge the death of his father and sister and a deranged mother. And unlike other actors who were trapped in the image of a villain for most of their career, these were Shahrukh's only films in which he played a villain, that is if we don't count Duplicate where he played both the good guy and the bad guy and Don makes a different case for itself altogether.

With the end of the 90's somewhere the typical hero v/s villain era came to an end; meaning, Gabbar and Mogambo were now a thing of the past. The power of the actor exceeded the importance of the character. The type of movies that have the proper hero-villain chemistry are either remakes of old classics or remakes of south-indian classics or remakes of hollywood action flicks. Having said that, I only mean that there is a lesser possibility of having a proper villain in the film; there might be a negative role but the chances of a proper villain are bleak. Kritika Tandon, a huge fan of popular hindi cinema says, "Villains are equally important in our popular Hindi cinema as heroes. We, as audience, have grown up watching the two pillars of good and evil being created in these films. We are losing such formats, in the sense that now anyone is made a villain because (s)he has become less important than the hero. Sometimes the need of a typical villain is not even felt as mainstream actors/heroes play such grey roles themselves."

Villain centric movies like the Dhoom series are majorly called villain centric because of the stars that played the negative role and the amount of attention they received. The characters were not entirely evil without any ounce of care in their minds but with feelings and probably with a bit of regret. Roles like that of Dr. Asthana (Boman Irani in Munnabhai, MBBS) provide a new dimension to the concept of villains in bollywood. In fact from one point of view, the man wasn't a villain at all; all he was trying to do was protect his daughter from a man he considered not worthy enough to marry her. If anything, the "hero" was more violent which is traditionally the job of the villain.

The presence of a villain in a film these days has become highly situational and somehow the lines between the hero and the villain are blurring. There are no extremes, no black and white. It is just more subtle now.

Bollywood has become synonymous to entertainment in India. The job of the villain is to make this happen; create problems, take the story to a new level, intrigue, scare or at times humor the audience. He gives hero the chance to be looked as the "hero". The action, the drama, the suspense; villain gives it all.


About:  A Journalism student from Delhi University. Simple. Happy.

In Procrastination


By Rohan Chakrabarty 


Photo credit - Tuhin
Trying to stop the sands of time, 
return the shadows back to the sun 
shards of glass reunite with its own 
the sodden eyes needs to dry. 


The world must know, it has lost 
mere puppet of guns and ink, 
the Achille’s heel – the human heart 
will no longer be righteous enough to serve. 


Servitude to penance, will be unfruitful 
and unable to bring back what is lost. 
Yes, there is time till it pervades through, 
the herald can wait. 


In procrastination.

The Higgledy-Piggledy Democracy of Indiana


By Manas Barpande

DISCLAIMER: All characters are real. Any resemblance to living or dead is absolutely intentional!

Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man’s character, give him power” – Abraham Lincoln.




Once upon a time, there occurred some geological changes in Asia which lead to the formation of the country Indiana. What Lincoln said long ago fits completely in the context of Indiana.

Indiana has been suffering from democratic paralysis right from its birth, but the recent hullabaloo in the political sphere concerns the upcoming Presidential nominations. The Presidential House awaits its new president and this has evoked the dormant dreams of many.

The two major alliances of Indiana are - Unctuous Pernicious Alliance and National Derogatory Alliance. Both are parties where morals go to die and in that respect they match each other evenly. At present Unctuous Pernicious Alliance is in power and, like in most coalition governments, the political parties in this ‘coalition’ too, suffer frequent ‘collisions’ with each other. Still one party needs to ride on other party’s coattails.  To solve the problem of presidential nominations Unctuous Pernicious Alliance has organized a meeting with all other alliances and regional parties in a ‘Seven-star’ hotel, under the pretext of discussing the means for the development of ‘slum’ areas.

The meeting started with a huge feast and I assume after watching some ‘hardcore’ err...action movies, the political leaders accumulated in the air-conditioned conference hall to put forward their choices for the nominations.

National Derogatory Alliance started by nominating a well known scientist cum ‘missile man’, but it was strongly opposed by some parties of the Unctuous Pernicious Alliance because they feared he might use his missiles to force them to take right decisions, as he did earlier! Next the major party of Unctuous Pernicious Alliance put forward the name of a well established industrialist. It was agreeable to many parties, but the female leader cum ‘common man’ of Taking No Commands refused straight away. ‘Sister’ said that the industrialist once wore a ‘Red’ shirt to a party and was hence a certified ‘Maoist’!  

After this heated discussion, Showbiz Party voted for a political leader from ‘minority community’, (Gotta work the vote bank yo), but it was opposed by National Derogatory Alliance and by the female leader cum ‘Behenji’ of Building Statues Party]. ‘Behenji’ accused said minority leader of once saying in public that he doesn’t like ‘Elephants’, and so his nomination was also cancelled.  Following this some parties from the South-Indiana put forward the name of present Cabinet Minister of Unctuous Pernicious Alliance government, highlighting his vast political experience. To everyone’s surprise, this nomination was opposed by parties of Unctuous Pernicious Alliance itself. They feared that the ‘Bhadrapurush’ would overshadow their ‘future prince’ and may even take some below the belt decisions.

In between all the chaos, some ‘Linguistic’ parties of the west raised their objections that they will support only their lingual ‘Maanush’ and will not allow any ‘Bhaiya’ to succeed in nominations.  Despite the air-conditioner the temperature of the hall increased and different arguing pairs were omnipresent in the room. After arguing for hours, finally it was settled that none of the nominations were worth selecting. The politicians were under the gun for selecting a nomination. Clouds of despair floated around the politicians which, rather lamentably, is a rare occurrence.

At that precise moment, out of the blue, one party suggested that this time a common man should be nominated for president. When this suggestion met loud cries of protest, the leaders of that party put forward their theory. They explained that this would not only make the public ecstatic, but the public would even forget about the recent faux-pass of the government. Moreover, because of his total inexperience of political tactics, the man will be a mere puppet of the government, just like the present president. He would be happy to act as rubber-stamp and visit the international embassies.

Thus the decision was made with majority of votes, (excluding some National Derogatory Alliance parties), and a bourgeois working man was selected by the Government.

After some weeks, the common man was invited to the exclusive farmhouse of the ruling party, where most of the leaders of different parties were present. The man was full of hopes and he dallied with the chimera of causing a change and working for the welfare of the country. When he reached there, all he could see were drunken leaders loitering around lewdly with some women. He was received by certain leaders of the parties. While going inside, one leader told him that in politics, one must know which side one’s bread is buttered on. Another leader added that, one must be Jesuit enough to dissemble innocence in each and every case.

Inside he saw a strange wagon. To the large cart was harnessed a small and feeble roan mare. Many intoxicated party members began to clamber into the wagon amidst laughter and jests. The leader standing with him saw his bamboozled look and explained to him- “The mare signifies the Republic of Indiana cum the ‘Mother Indiana’. The politicians ride on the mare mercilessly and make her gallop. The more she gallops, the more we earn. We have no interest in her well being and development.” At that moment, he saw some members flog the mare with the whips. The mare moved some inches, but couldn’t take that much load. She snorted and winced under the blows from the whips, falling rapidly on her. Agitated, the people struck her on ribs, on the eyes and very eyeballs, to make her gallop, but to no avail. One member, being too irritated, seized a hatchet and hit the mare 2-3 heavy blows with it. The mare sank to the ground, all four legs giving way at once. She groaned heavily and expired.

The leader then told to him that, “This is what we do to the people when they are no longer useful to us, or, when they turn against us. We have invited you here, so that you could know that you will serve just as our puppet. Any nasty step and you would suffer the same fate as this mare. Welcome to the Politics.”

The man was covered with perspiration and vomited. Next day, the newspapers bore the headlines about the sudden disappearance of the president nominee just one week before the consecration ceremony.

The politics made the common man to gallop a long way.

The Hawk Eye

By Sree Hari

I crouch to avoid detection and noiselessly make my way towards the dilapidated premises of the national library. Though I am sure that no one will be here, I double check the area for intrusion. For mistakes could be very costly tonight. I enter the building and climb up to the top floor. Taking my place behind the central pillar which offers a vantage point, I take out my sniper rifle and reassemble it. I adjust the telescopic view to focus on the target - General Aksan Nadeem.


He is now taking the oath as the President of the Kazakh Soviet Socialist Republic. For those of you who haven't heard about my homeland, it is a vast but violent nation to the south of 'Mother' Russia. I think it is the most god-forsaken country in the world. Ever since the Soviet tanks rolled out onto our soils, there has not been a minute's peace. They brutally suppressed us native Kazakhs and their 'grand' plans to make our virgin lands the granaries of the Soviet Union have left them barren and desolate. As if all this wasn't enough, our countrymen take pride in killing each other in the name of ethnic strife.

General Nadeem was supposed to change all that. Often proclaimed as the 'proudest son of Kazakhstan', he was to bring peace among the various ethnic groups and give the homeland a new direction under the stewardship of the Soviet Union. Today he is celebrating his success by proclaiming himself the new President. And of course, the people eagerly herald the arrival of the new era and shower adulation as he completes the oath.

He begins his address to the citizens. "I know what is best for you". My mind immediately recollects the same sentence he told me personally many years back. I was a young soldier assigned to his regiment and was slowly earning a repute for my sharp shooting. He visited me in my tent and ordered me to go to a mercenary training camp in Russia. Throughout all the ordeals I endured in the camp where I perfected the art of sniping, his parting words always gave me encouragement. "The battles of the future would be decided hired assassins. You have a great eye and you will excel. Trust me, I know what is best for you."

By the time I have come back to the present, quite a few of his words have slipped by. "War is never a solution." I had heard even this before. After my training, I was stationed with the National Guards. The times were tumultuous and anti-Soviet sentiments had reached a breaking point. The general personally met me and gave me a list of a dozen leaders of the movement. He told me, "Show me how good you have become. I want each of them to be eliminated within a month. We cannot afford to be at war with Russia and this is the only way we can prevent it. Remember, war is never a solution." In the one month that ensued, I never missed a target. I was nicknamed 'The Hawk' and my glories were sung by the army. 

I drift back to the present. "Love makes us all stronger." To take control over the various sects in the nation, the general had sent me to the eastern mountains to murder the leader of the Kurd ethnic group. I was to gain his complete confidence and then strike at the most opportune moment. But there, I met my true love who happened to be the daughter of the Kurd leader. Soon, my love came to overshadow the obligation towards my mentor and I confessed everything to my love and her father. But her father readily forgave me and blessed our marriage. I was sure that I could not face the general ever again having failed him but as she nestled against me, my wife told, "One day you will have the courage to go meet him and tell him everything. And he will forgive you and accept us. Love makes us all stronger."

Back to reality. "We are all brothers." I had gone to the nearest town to buy some stuff for myself leaving everyone behind in the village. When I came back, I found the entire village razed to the ground. After I regained consciousness, I tried searching in vain for the body of my wife but it was impossible to distinguish the charred remains in the mess. I thought that I would go mad when a boy came to me and handed me a note. He had somehow managed to escape the carnage. I felt my father-in-law talking to me through the letter. "In order to gain the support of the majority Kazakh sect, to which you belong, and of the Russians, General Nadeem has ordered the massacre of every minority settlement in the country. Now that you have aligned with us, he will hunt you down. Escape from this unlucky land. All of us loved you very much. Just remember that whether we are Kazakhs, Kurds, Uzbeks or Tatars, we are all brothers."

The general thunders, "I shall not our enemies escape." I have evaded the general's soldiers for over a year now with a sole purpose- vengeance. Every night the face of my deceased wife haunts me. I shall never get peace till I avenge her. I have been planning and waiting desperately for tonight. But there is no life for me to look forward to in this land. They will find me sooner or later and kill me. That is why I am wearing this suicide vest to detonate the bomb the minute I kill him. No general, I do not plan on escaping.

"Glory to Kazakhstan. Long Live the Revolution." As the address comes to an end, the multitudes break into a rapturous applause. The general would not budge till the acclaims died down. The time has come. I check if my hand is shaking. Mercenaries never have to do that, it never occurs to them. But this is a different case. For 'The Hawk' is Azhar Nadeem and I am about to assassinate my own father. As I point the gun towards the man who taught me to use one, my hatred has blinded all other feelings for him. My hand remains absolutely steady.  

Target Locked. Bomb in place. All ready.

Glory to Kazakhstan. Long Live the Revolution.

About the writer: A computer engineer by profession, I aspire to make the world listen to the voice of the suppressed.

Lets Talk About Talking


We all have been through this situation - we are in a social gathering with tons of people around us; we are expected to move around a bit and find someone to talk to; but the problem is, we don’t know what to talk about. Honestly, I took the longest time to figure this out, and today I am relatively more confident about starting off conversations with random people. So what led to this change? Well, I thought about a lot of things I could talk to people about. These “conversation starters” are nothing new to us, and yet their awareness can make any dull day into one which makes us feel great about ourselves. But before you start off a conversation with anybody using these conversation starters, be aware of who you are talking to, and use your grey cells to figure out the most appropriate one. 

Photo credit - Aman Wilson
1) Compliment the other person : It could be their dressing sense, appearance, intellect, communication style, any value or quality they are strong at. Whether they admit or not, people love hearing compliments about themselves, and they often elaborate on the thing or quality being complimented. They might as well return the favour by complimenting something in you, which would mean that the ball would rest in your court and you can shake things further.

2) BAM (Books-Albums-Movies) : Do I really need to elaborate on this? I am sure you have discussed your favourite books, songs, albums and movies with people you are pitted with in any situation. And it usually works wonderfully well.

3) Share your feelings : Talk about how happy/sad/agitated/stressful you are feeling about something, and why so. This will immediately cause them to pay attention to what you are saying and respond with empathy.

4) Talk about your work : This seems like a no-brainer, but it isn’t. Most often, people mention their current occupations and give a generic description of their jobs. I’d argue you mention aspects about your job the other person wouldn’t be aware of. For example, instead of telling them what it is to be a project manager, discuss your last successful initiative in the company. But it doesn’t have to be only positives. You can also talk about things which are not working well. Makes some sense, eh?

5) Share any recent achievement : Mention that painting of yours which got exhibited at the embassy, or the latest published article in the editorial section, or something more basic like a successful day at college/office. But make sure you package your message properly as you don’t want to make the other person feel insecure or intimidated.

6)   Food : It is one of my favourite things to talk about. Food makes people really emotional and it serves as a successful ice-breaker. 

7) Share your vision, goals and dreams : If you can intuit that the other person could resonate with slightly deeper thoughts, which mean a lot to you, go ahead and have a discussion on those. You might just inspire them to think differently, or share what their goals and dreams are. 

I am sure there are thousands of other things you can talk to people about, and I’d be happy to have you share them with me. I believe that what is more important is not what you say; it’s how you say it. Make the other person feel that they are the only ones, at that point, you care for. Be extremely positive and humble, and maintain high levels of energy. Do not be pretentious; it will show. Be honest to the person you are talking to, and to yourself. And lastly, do not forget to wear your smile.



Pranav Sukhija
Teacher of primary school children, counselor for many, perpetual thinker, voracious writer, avid (not greedy) reader, crazy dancer, joyful singer, wannabe guitarist, wannabe actor, wannabe chef, comfort food lover, nature lover, self-proclaimed photographer, ingenious explorer, Delhi boy who doesn't fulfill most of the assumed 'typical' Delhi boy qualities.


The Best Of Good Times

June 20th, 2012

Dear Readers,

On August 6, 2010 we began a journey. A journey to encourage imagination, creativity and more than anything the joy of reading and writing. In these two years, Let The Good Times Roll (LTGTR) has become a platform for hundreds of people to express themselves. We have tried our very best to bring forth some unconventional, unique and off-beat articles. These articles have expressed thousands of emotions, opinions, experiences and lifestyles. 

As we approach our 2nd Anniversary, we will compile the very best of these into a special issue so that you, the readers, can relive some of those articles which touched your soul. 

But this time, WE WANT YOU to choose the articles, to choose the emotions and views which connected with you, to choose the BEST OF LTGTR. 

Below is the link to a Facebook Poll where you can vote for your favorite articles. We have already nominated a few, but feel free to add any that we might have missed. You can also use this opportunity to go back and read some of our older articles. The poll closes on 22th of July. 


As always, we would like to thank you for your love and support without which we wouldn't have reached this landmark! 

Cheers & Keep The Good Times Rolling.

Sincerely
Team LTGTR

Trip Hop

A MUSIC COMMENTARY

By Anusmita Datta

Much has been said about the teeny- bopper pop music flooding the airwaves nowadays. The invasion of barely pre teen musicians singing about things we were forbidden to even talk about when we were growing up. Risqué videos accompanying these songs have only made them more popular. Are these artists even of legal age? Where have the good old nineties gone?

Although I must confess I did listen to my fair share of Backstreet Boys when I was growing up, the derision I received from my peers for doing so only led me to discover the two amazing bands I’m going to talk about later on.

Firstly these two bands belong to the trip – hop genre. Trip hop is often cited as the British alternative to American hip hop. At the same time that Hip hop was becoming popular in America (the early nineties), trip hop gained a large audience in Britain, and later, around the world. Trip hop is characterized by the inclusion of bizarre noises, slow beats, prominent bass and sometimes gloomy undertones. It is what a trip would sound like if it were somehow converted to music. Hence the term “Trip hop” was coined. Secondly both these bands were active in the nineties.

Bristol is oft called the birthplace of trip hop owing to the many artists of the genre who got their start in the city. This port city in southwest England is where the abovementioned two bands originated.

Portishead is an English trio consisting of Beth Gibbons, Adrian Utley and Geoff Barrow. Although the band was formed in Bristol, it was named after another town ‘Portishead’ situated a few miles away. Famous for being extremely media shy, they released their debut album called Dummy in the year 1994. Despite the lack of promotion for the album as well as the band, the album did very well in terms of sales. Although Dummy was their first album, it is considered to be their best one. Rolling stones magazine granted upon it their greatest honour by naming it one of the best albums of all time.

Portishead
     
Their songs were sensual, dark and weird and were sung beautifully by vocalist Beth gibbons. The single “Numb” was also accompanied by an equally dark and creepy video. The scratchy, melodic and completely unique voice possessed by Beth Gibbons heightened her as well as the Portishead’s popularity. The combination of her deeply sensual voice, stark bass guitar, bizarre sampling and slow drum beats made ‘Numb’ a song like no other.

Another single off the album- ‘Glory box’ was of course sexier, in reference to the name of the song. This song was slightly more upbeat owing to the violins and less prominent bass. Nonetheless it didn’t stray too far from their trademark sound.

‘Sour times’ sounded like it should be in the climax scene of a James Bond movie. Clever sampling of music and Gibbons’ vocals made this song exciting as well as depressing at the same time. Their next self titled album was released after a long hiatus and although the music and the videos seemed more experimental, it went on to become more popular than the first album.

Here I’d like to mention how many artists completely fall flat when performing live, but Beth Gibbons’ flawless vocals and stage persona captivated the audiences at their live show in Roseland Ballroom, NY. Her looks were in no way comparable to say Madonna or the present day Beyonce nor did she come out on stage with the ‘glam costume plus dance troupe’ thingamajig. She was tomboyish even but no one could deny the captivating live vocals. Portishead discreetly left an indelible impression.

Massive Attack
Beth Gibbons is often compared to Elizabeth ‘Liz’ Fraser of the Cocteau Twins, which brings me to the next band. Massive Attack, also from Bristol, is currently made up of DJs Grantley "Grant" Evan Marshall (Daddy G or "G") and artist Robert Del Naja (3D or "D") although previously they had a third member who was also DJ.
                            
They collaborated with Liz Fraser, whose voice was once said to be the ‘voice of god’, on their most well known and used songs- ‘Teardrop’, it being most famous for being used as the theme song for drama series ‘House’. My use of various adjectives for both female singers might suggest a slight girl crush on both of them but let’s not get sidetracked.
Fraser collaborated with them extensively on their third and most well- known album, Mezzanine. Another track ‘Angel’, with its deep, dark vocals and sharp beats, went on to be featured in quite a few movies, most notably in ‘Snatch’.

Their first album Blue Lines came out in the year 1991 and contained the beautiful track ‘Unfinished Sympathy’ sung by Shara Nelson. Her ballad style vocals were complimented beautifully by a dark and elaborate string arrangement to give the song a rather dangerous edge.

On their next album Protection they collaborated with Tracey Thorn, vocalist of Everything but the Girl. Her smooth, alto voice made the track ‘Protection’ sound optimistic and cheery albeit it’s rather depressing lyrics.

Although both these bands are still active and performing at concerts around the world, the glory days of trip hop are long gone. Their songs have been covered by various artists such as Incubus and Newton Faulkner but no new artist has been able to match the unique trip hop sound and no current female vocalist can match the effortless sensuality and uniqueness possessed by Beth gibbons and Liz Fraser.

When thinking of current artists who could possibly have the unique trip hop sound, the Russian band Rekevin comes to mind. With their unique, almost jazzy sound combined with the great vocals by lead singer Ksenia Istenko, Rekevin seems like the closest match to Portishead or Massive attack. Ksenia Istenko possesses a smooth voice and a sexy persona which will hopefully make her as legendary as Beth Gibbons or Liz Fraser. Although they are currently unsigned, one can only hope that they will stick around for a long time.

Rekevin

Simplicity Of Happiness


It's okay if you like Justin Bieber and not Pink Floyd. Listen to what you like.

It's okay if you like Jersey Shore but hate Game of Thrones. Watch what you like.

It's okay if your girlfriend isn't skinny or beautiful, so long as she makes you happy. Be with who you like.

It's okay if you've read all the Harry Potter books but aren't fond of Michael Crichton or Ayn Rand. Read what you like.

It's okay if you prefer shorts and t-shirts over shirts and jeans. Wear what you like.

It's okay if you know nothing about current affairs and everything about Marvel comics. Know what you like.

It's okay if you prefer a plain coke or juice over rum and whiskey. Drink what you like.

It's okay if your status update is dull and mundane instead of witty and interesting. Say what you like.

It's okay if you prefer movies over books, cartoons over Mad Men or 9gag over classic literature. Know what you like.

It's okay to have pipe dreams, fantasies and improbable desires. Follow what you like.

It's okay to be different, even if it comes at the cost of getting ostracized. Be who you like.

Life is short. Life is simple. Your preferences are your own, regardless of who's judging and labeling you. Hide behind a mask of fake interests if you want to fit in. Openly embrace what you love to find people who fit in with you. Be yourself as often as you want and you will always be happy.

Don't let someone else decide who you are. Do that for yourself. Do everything for yourself. Let people love you and love freely. Do what you like.

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Abhay Gupta
What about me? Well, I don't know really. I could be brooding and nihilistic or bouncing off walls like flubber on crack. I categorize and analyze everything because I get bored easy. I'm a tv buff, movie buff, comic fanatic, atheist and meme-literate.  And finally, cheesecake.

A Reflection of Tomorrow

By Arpita Nandi

I stand in front of the mirror. I expect to see my pretty face reflected in the glass. But then, someone else from within the glass stares back at me; someone who looks uncannily similar to me, someone staring back at me with her defiant, piercing eyes.

Is this a trick of the light? Is the sunlight that streams into my room and falls on the glass, being reflected back the wrong way? I move to my window and draw the curtains before I look into the mirror again. But the apparition remains- her eyes devoid of the sparkle in mine, her cheeks missing the glow on mine, her hair lacking the shine in mine; her lips not curved like my smiling ones… in fact she is frowning. Who is she? A thousand questions regarding her identity bombard my mind. What is this morosely mysterious figure doing in a place where I should be present? The reflection should be mine!! 

And that is when I realize- this is not an anomaly. This is ME. This is how I will look a few years hence- ageing and alone; my broadened hips and sagging breasts reminding me of the past when I was so beautiful, so well formed.

I am a dancing girl- or more euphemistically, an “entertainer”. Everybody knows that a dancing girl does more than just dance, to entertain her clients- I am nothing different.

All men enjoy being with me. They lavish compliments on my beauty and my skill at pleasing them. They keep coming back to me, for I can give them a lot. My slim hips, my well rounded waist and my beautiful face satisfy them. They ignore their wives to be with me. I am like the magnet, capable of attracting them with immense strength. All men feel irresistibly drawn to me. To an outsider, I lead the perfect life- for I have beauty, enough wealth to sustain myself comfortably, no commitments, and of course, so much attention!
But the image in the mirror draws my attention to my future- when I will be beautiful no longer, when I will be drained of my youth. It reminds me of the tomorrow that I don’t want to face, of the beginning of my end. It reminds me that my state will soon be like that of a withered flower, deprived of its nectar. It tells me that the day is not far when I will be sought after no more, when there will be nobody left to care for me. I do not know how much money I will save till then; and if I can sustain myself in the future, for I have nobody to turn to when I will be incapable of earning anymore.

I have known no other world beyond this pleasure house. Right since the time I was a little girl, I’ve been here. This damp, cold building has bee home to me since forever. I am adept at no skill other than that I practice; I know not how the world outside will treat me when I’m out there on my own. I am not a ‘respectable’ woman. I don’t think the world outside will be a bed of roses… In fact I think the thorns themselves will prick me to a rosy red.

There in the distance I hear the church bells chime. They remind me of the promise made by the Son of God, “Knock, and the door shall be opened.” The traveler to Samara had drunk water from the pitcher of Mary Magdalene- the woman with five husbands. Will He accept this unchaste woman as his child too? Will I get to sit at his feet? Will he bless me as he blesses the ‘respectable’ woman? Will he help me steer my boat tomorrow when I will be caught in the tempest? I know not what the scriptures say about this, for I’ve known no religion… I’ve known, and trusted only Him…

About the author: Arpita loves thinking about most things that many people do not. A street-woman's life is one of them. Inspired by a line in one of Ruskin Bond's books, this story was meant to be thought provoking and heart-wrenching at the same time.

The Asocial Networking - Book Review


By Harsh Joshi

Good literature doesn’t tell the story of the past or of the future. However, it tells the story of the present in a manner that can be interpreted in both ways.

The book ‘The Asocial Networking: Musings On The Real & Online Worlds’ is akin to the vision of the compound eye. It is a book which presents itself in many different bodies of texts, all essentially separate and still linked by the fabric of networking both online and offline. It views our world (that of networking and that of the Earth at large as well) from an angle that is sometimes removed, allowing it to view the world a few years down the line and to see or project its form after a couple of centuries. On the other hand it also dives into our personal space in the present, highlighting what we all do online and interpreting it’s implications and the reasons behind those interactions found in the aptly dubbed ‘real world’.

As the author Dhiraj Kumar says, “For an addict like myself it means multiplying my entire lifespan by two adding a windfall gain to my longevity” -- the book tries and succeeds to a fair extent in breaking down social networking into personalized niches, into whys and whats of behaviour and explaining why Facebook and other such sites as Twitter, Orkut, LinkedIn and MySpace are gaining popularity or ever held popularity. The book holds true the notion that the essential reason behind their widespread usage is their tendency to provide instant gratification. A few articles allude to and challenge the much believed misconception that Social Networking by itself helps make new friends and also speaks of the development of interpersonal interactions over the ‘Public Space’, all thanks to social networking sites. The book is a pseudo-repository of the things that irk most of us who partake in social networking and things that ought to be done, rules that need be followed or at least prescribed to. (Heavens why?! Rules are everywhere already!) Dhiraj also points out in his first book the motives behind people’s actions online and compares the exchange of likes and comments as similar to the barter system that once existed and that Dhiraj postulates will exist in the future.

Largely the book deals with the happenings of social networking but it loses track sometimes, going out on a limb to speak of issues ranging from the future of very current and in vogue technologies, to the future implications of society’s materialistic and consumerist tendencies in the present thereby projecting a future which is in the vein of minimalist theories, the denizens of which lack any and all attraction towards technological advancements and indulge in the most basic of needs relating to nature and nurture. Dhiraj projects a future quite unlike our present, which works on the principles of monopoly (or oligopoly), resource-driven growth, high individualism and modulation of education, technology and individual ability which has started to appear already in our society especially in the field of education.

The book provides a perhaps much needed ‘Indian’ perspective of networking -- not that it cannot appeal to an international readership but certain aspects that make it Indian. For instance, this passage imagined in the context of Moonh-Dikhai:

“Mr. A: What does your son do?
Mr. B: He is a computer engineer

Mr. A: I am fed up with these computer engineers. In my own family, 90% of people are computer engineers…If you know somebody who has not seen a computer or used a digital device, then please let me know.

Mr. B: I am very sorry ji. I too am fed up with this computer culture!”

The author: Dhiraj Kumar
On the whole, ‘The Asocial Networking: Musings On The Real & Online Worlds’ is a good effort on Dhiraj’s part towards self-appraisal and towards understanding the driving force behind the compulsion that most of us feel, myself included to network on the internet. To his renown he was able to express the demise of Facebook’s valuation fairly before it’s IPO in Feb 2012 and the idea that even though Facebook might decline social networking whether online or offline is here to stay.{A remarkable observation favoring offline networking to its online counterpart on Pg. 137 reads: “Smileys are just too terse and inhuman to give expression to all the human emotions I wish to see from my friends”}.

That being said, I feel it is pertinent to mention that the impact of the book is marred very much by overuse of phrases and general repetition and many typographical and grammatical errors that should have been avoided and would increase the appeal of the book if so revised in subsequent editions. I do congratulate Dhiraj Kumar on a wonderful first effort and wish him luck for all his future endeavors.

Woman, Abused


By Shweta Khare

She sat beside her sleeping daughter nestled in the warm depths of woven layers. Her gently rising and falling chest was a hypnotic rhythm, a slow drip of analgesic spreading through her veins. She looked at her delicate outline awash in lambent moonlight and felt the knotted pain dissolve into sedate nothingness. Half-conscious and drifting, she could almost touch the Elysian calm. But she knew, the storm was not so far. Surging and unbridled, she could feel the tempest pounding at the floodgates, not so far. She looked at her watery half-reflection in the dark mirror; she saw the glaring imperfections screaming out at her. 

At times she wonders what scares her more. Is it the mortifying abuse he wields or her infinite capacity to endure it all? … Her withered past plays out the macabre reality of her life. Consumed in rage, he was shouting at her. His deafening voice was the only thing reverberating within, crushing her inside with its sheer intensity. Her leaden heart sinks at the sight of pure hatred, at the sight of pure vengeance etched out on every single line of his hardened face. With a firm-set jaw she fights back a shudder of tears. A firm-set jaw so tightly clenched as if to restrain her grieving soul while the onslaught begins yet again.

She has scoured the depths of her soul; she has searched in the hearts of her heart, to know why. To know how can a person be so merciless, so heartless. But all she is left with is a pervasive, overwrought helplessness and the blue-black of scars she will forever hide from a million eyes.

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It felt unreal, like this could not possibly be happening. Years of violence had left her with a distorted sense of reality, numb and unfeeling. Although she had grown to become so dead inside, she knew that the pain was very real…The pain that stirred her when his acerbic subtle corrosion at her self-worth, flayed her flesh. Every word, his every action bore into her- that she is an ugly, a worthless being until this was the only truth she knew. Living a life of contradictions- a smile on face, her façade to hide her writhing despair. Ending it all is the only escape. So alone, so miserably alone and for so long she has suffered….there is nothing left in her hollowed remains. The thought is almost happy, the thought to be finally free. But then she is appalled at this vile thought, disgusted by her spineless, craven self. No, her daughter’s dreams are not as hollow; her daughter’s dreams are not as empty. 

And when she looks at her, the fell clutch of misery slips away…Maybe she wasn’t beautiful in the eyes of the man she had once pledged her heart to. Maybe she didn’t get the love she so yearned for, from the man she had once pledged her everything to. But now when she saw herself through the eyes of her daughter, she knew she had someone to give her unconditional love to, once again. She was beautiful…Once again. She picked up her daughter, rapt asleep and clutched her to her chest as she left that night. She was leaving, leaving behind the weight of yesteryears. She was leaving, leaving behind all her fears. The wind wailed for her sorrow that night, rushing past her silently falling tears of absolution. She was leaving, leaving behind the weight of yesteryears…and she was a woman abused, no more. 

She is a woman and God! She is beautiful. 

The Waltz

By Pritika Magima


His smile as clear as water,
the way his eyes dance to the rhythm, 
the way his feet move in sync.
Photo credit - Vanessa

As his perfect hands cradle the small of my back,
the way he glides me through the floor,
like a summer dream in the shades of a coming winter.


Every woman casts a look of sheer lust,
as he calls for the eyes of every soul.

He pulls me closer
to the whole of him, 
enveloping me in sweet bliss, 
and I glide subconscious,
to the tunes he now plays with my heart.

The bond of minutes, a few
almost like a lifetime...
My wish, for it to stay immortal.

His scent magical and sensual,
mocking my innocence,
knowingly chuckles at my naiveté 
while my cheeks flush a scarlet red.

Every woman envies my fate,
every man envies his charm.

We move across the floor in unison, 
to tell a tale of love ever after. 

About the author: Poetic. Whimsical. Freakishly attracted to romance novels these days.

Cheers to Democracy

By Abhay Gupta

You know what? I totally called it. Kapil Sibal is a tyrant. Well, fine, I can’t take credit for that. I’m sure I’m not the only one who spotted Sibal’s vendetta against internet freedom. I’m sure many of you have encountered these messages, or similar ones, when accessing your beloved torrent sites and your bookmarked porn hubs – 

“This site has been blocked as per the instructions of Competent Authority”

I can’t say I wasn’t shocked. My initial reaction was to get out of home, track down said-competent authority and ***************************. What? Don’t tell me that wasn’t your immediate reaction.

But I’m going to ease up on Sibal this time because, for all his faults, he’s not the master-criminal to this heinous act of shackling the internet. The truth is that our government, as a collective body, is in love with the idea of being a democracy without actually understanding what it really means to be a democracy is. See, their arguments for screening our content and taking down websites like Vimeo, Torrentz and any number of porn websites is that it stands to offend the sensibilities of certain religious or secular groups. Here’s a fun question. When have we, as a collective population, not succeeded in doing that, intentionally or not? Or more specifically, what on earth does our own government know about defending sensibilities? 

Let’s recap and try to remember how many of our kids couldn’t get into college because of the bill that made it mandatory for several quotas to get priority listing. We made the mistake of not having a distinct enough caste and our shiny 99 per cent marksheets were laughed away as our seat was given to some undeserving schmuck with an ‘OBC’ placard stapled to his head. Not that I have anything against OBC’s, or even have a proper idea of what injustices these poor people’s predecessors faced before I was born. It’s just that the government approached this the same way the American government tried to fight apartheid. By shifting the power balance to the wronged community instead of, you know, BALANCING it.

But I digress. As I’ve said multiple times before, the internet is a domain where people are free to express any opinion they so desire. The government’s argument is that there are various Facebook groups promoting ill-will towards secular groups, porn websites depicting religious deities and forums inciting people against political parties and this is cause of civil unrest within the nation. That’s all fine and dandy, dear government, but pause for a moment and understand that just because your carpet has a wine-stain on it doesn’t mean that the only feasible solution is to set the thing on fire. Blocking entire websites because of the stray offensive content on it is going to stir up nation-wide protests and possible riots and I’m sure I’m not the only one who sees the irony in this move. I’m also fairly confused as to why our government has a problem against piracy. I can somewhat understand America’s capitalist need for monopolizing their content, but why are we bothering? Whose sales are they going to affect? The road-side dvd-salesmen who can’t sell you their camrip knockoffs of movies because you’re perfectly content finding better quality on pirate bay?

Motive aside, another thing that’s laughable about this whole campaign is the method and approach. For starters, it is damn near IMPOSSIBLE to screen every single website and filter through potentially inflammatory material. For every one website that you shut down, twenty more have already circulated. The only end-result is that you’ve gone ahead and upset a whole number of communities who just wanted to watch a harmless cat video on Vimeo, only to find that MTNL, Reliance and other such telecommunication centers strongly disprove of your love for cat videos and probably trample kittens in their spare time. Now I hear Sibal’s been asked by Ghulam Nabi Azad, the Union health minister (yeah, I don’t know why he cares either), to assist in the formulation of the restrictions on the internet and how to go about making our lives miserable. Let’s all raise our middle fingers to these fine men in a lovingly sarcastic salute!

Before the decision to censor the internet, I found no reason why we had to march to China’s tune and give up being a democracy. Blocking Torrentz before the release of Don 2? Why? So that you can continue to hike the prices of movie tickets and make the cinematic experience that much more expensive? It’s like banning cycles or walking so that people started using more petrol. Is there a group on Facebook depicting Shiva as a pot-smoking philanderer? Well, shit, if only Facebook had an option that enabled us to REPORT IT AS OFFENSIVE. Then we wouldn’t have to turn to our mother government’s knees and cry about how our feelings got hurt! 

Honestly, there isn’t anything wrong with the system as is. If enough people report a page, it goes down. For every ten people downloading a movie, there are still three people willing to pay full price to watch it on the big screen. For every hate-page towards a political group, there’s a political group rioting and proving the hate-groups right in every possible way. And, as a final kick in the ovaries, they’re attacking porn. The one thing we ALL universally love about the internet. For all the stupid decisions the government’s made, this HAS to be the kingpin of it all.

Bravo, dear Government. We may continue to have our taxes mishandled, our education system wrecked to a bleeding mess and corruption rampant amongst our governing bodies, but you’ve reminded us that nothing, and I mean NOTHING, is more important than Censorship of the internet, the media and all public opinion. Cheers to democracy!  
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Abhay Gupta
What about me? Well, I don't know really. I could be brooding and nihilistic or bouncing off walls like flubber on crack. I categorize and analyze everything because I get bored easy. I'm a tv buff, movie buff, comic fanatic, atheist and meme-literate.  And finally, cheesecake.


 

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