Saturday, March 26, 2016

The Phoebe-ish Poem

Passing through the fragrance of the roses and the petrichor
I reach the office to sit in midst of the stale cubicles, which is a bore
I catch the whiff of a sudden rotten smell and I look around to verify
I realise it is the stink of the unwashed socks and in my seat I petrify!

I try to turn around and give a filthy look at the person who spoiled the morning

But the smell is so strong that I sit there and think of a way to end the mourning!
I thought of Phoebe and her smelly cat song and instantly imagined me singing one
The lines of which would go like, "Smelly shoes , smelly shoes ,What is he feeding you?"
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Sitting in the same room along with you both is the biggest feat!
Smelly shoes, smelly shoes why are you sticking to those feet?

Get rid of them , breathe , relax and just be scot-free!
When the smell drifts off , those feet will be happy and happy will be we!!

Smelly feet, smelly feet , I hope you utter the truth

Should I blame you, the socks or the shoes, on whom should I have the ruth?!
Who among you is actually spreading the stink?
The smell has engulfed me and I am losing the ability to think!

To add to my misery, it has rained, which ruined my day

Because, the strong obnoxious odour is here to stay!
I want to leave the office this second, come what may
But I have tons of work to do and I can only sit and pray!

Dear stinky shoes, I cannot imagine the stuff hidden underneath

And not so dear drenched socks, I wish there was a dryer beneath!  
Anyway you need not take my wrath and face the music
It is your owner who made the pleasant morning tragic!

It is a wonder how a person is oblivious to his own stink.

It is amusing to see that he is happily humming and I am at the brink!
Oh God! Give me the power to lose the sense of smell for sometime.
Or give him the power to disappear from my vicinity and please end the crime!!

PS: This poem was started on a rainy day, at office in my cubicle , the moment I caught the whiff of smelly shoes and  for some reason I never finished it. The unfinished poem was getting stale in my drafts. The smell was so strong that it made me open the draft-post ;-). I finally finished it now in summer when the temperature is high enough to roast me!

PPS: My poem clearly has the Phoebe Buffay (Lisa Kudrow) style. I started watching FRIENDS Tv show now. Yes I am two plus decades late and my addiction to the show is irreparable :) I love Chandler , Joey and Phoebe the most! A post definitely on Friends, some other day!

Have fun and a great weekend and please wish that I blog more often :)

Enjoy Phoebe's cute song ;)

Friday, February 26, 2016

False Ceilings - Review

Title : False Ceilings
Author : Amit Sharma
Number of Pages : 256
Genre: Fiction

Amit Sharma has been one of my favorite bloggers . I started reading him some where in 2012 at mashed musings which has now moved to instantly became a fan. The humour, plethora of emotions , his opinions on sensitive topics which were most of the times in sync with mine, his daddy diaries and many more write ups kept me always glued to his blog. So when I came to know that his book, False Ceilings got published , it was just natural to think of buying it. I was highly elated when Amit sent me a copy of False Ceilings. I would anyway have bought it but the personalised copy made the book more special. With out much ado let me share how I felt while reading the book.

The copy I got

Story line and my Review

The book starts with Aaryan and his , "if - else" statement amusing the readers as they will start thinking, what it is all about. Amit grabs your absolute attention from the very first page and some where the coder in him seemed wide awake. Page by page he connects you to all real life scenarios and tragedies where the if-else happens zillion times! The book keeps oscillating between different eras. In total, there are four different eras, pre independence , just after independence, 1980s and the years spanning from 2017-2060. However different the eras and modes of living are, it all gets hazy as so many emotions from different eras seem similar. The chapters flow seamlessly from one era to another but bemuse the reader as so many characters start dancing infront of him . When the puzzled reader uses all his might to connect the dots, there comes the secret wrapped in yellow cloth which does a parade on mind. 1980s and the then NewDelhi are perfectly captured. The book increased my awareness on tragic events which happened in our country years back, like for instance, I came across Operation Blue star in the book and understood thoroughly what it is for the first time! The scenic beauty of Dalhousie of 1930s and also the later decades is also captured so wonderfully!

The secret which is passed on between the generations 
 intrigues the readers. For a
moment I felt, some sci-fi secret is embedded in it due to the tragic consequences it supposedly leads to, but unleashing the secret was a surprise to me. The suspense in the story was kept intact till the last page. Ultimately I realised that hatred , jealousy and obsession are the open secrets which can destroy the harmony and hamper the bonds in a family. Be it a family or the nation it was shown realistically how open rebuke can lead to severe damage! The blurb gives a peek in to what the book would be narrating and the reader travels from the narrow passages between the hills in Dalhousie, to the busy Connaught place of Delhi and also can visualise the sikh riots and the terror the country faced in 1984. As we enter the futuristic era of 2017-60s, where everything is fast paced , where our soups are in the form of capsules, I wondered has everything actually changed. Aren't the emotions, the love, hatred and confusion still the same ?

Be it Shakuntala , Meena , Lipi or Manohar , Vinod and Aryan , some traits are just passed on from generation to generation. There were junctures when all characters looked extremely blurry to me but then everything falls in to place and head gets clear as the book ends. Other than the entangled human emotions, there is so much more to know from pre independence and post independence eras. The book also reflects the scenario where when one is a continuous victim to other's venomous mind and caustic tongue there is a fair chance that they become venomous too!

All in all , the book makes a great read and will not disappoint you at all. Only desire I had was to know more about the futuristic time-zone - of 2060s. I would have loved to know and imagine more about the technology and how things worked after 50+ years but in any century humans will be humans is the crux of the story! You may feel like searching your own false ceiling and decoding the deeply embedded secrets of your life once you finish the book!

 I am awed as it is just Amit's first book. I wish more power to his pen and good luck for all his future works!

You can buy False Ceilings on Amazon and Flipkart . Do visit Amit at and share your views.

Happy Reading to you all too :)

Friday, February 12, 2016

"The Topsy-Turvy Honesty"

We were always told and taught that, honesty is the best policy
Our actions were controlled by this guideline, till we realised it's a fallacy!
Childhood was easy with a heart as clear as water.
As the years get added up, the emotions get complex and we falter!

The feelings we had as kids were either black or white
We had only two answers "Yes or No" and always felt al right
As we grew, the airtight heart started battling and lost the vigour
Not every thing was white or black for us as the visionaries got greyer!

Requesting a simple thing we needed was a piece of cake then
Asking for a favour now takes all our energy and all our might
All our colourful dreams then, always took shape in a happy flight
Growing up meant practicality and made us calculate our delight!

Being inquisitive was an achievement in the past
As we grew, we realised it is an asset to run the race and be fast
Whatever we ask or don't ask, was always provided to us
Being dependable now is an act which is considered as a big minus!

It is a common phrase to say, "Honestly I think!"
We all say it nonchalantly with out even a blink.
But do we always mean every thing we say with or without a thought?
We forget most of the words spoken or heard by us which in the long run rot!

Yes, we are hearing it from ages that honesty is the best policy.
But indulging in honesty sometimes makes everything topsy turvy!
Everyone loves your honesty until you are honest about others with them
Your practice falls flat, when you are honest with them about them !! :)

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