Somebody

As tears drip down those lonely eyes,

I wish I had somebody by my side,

Somebody to console and make my day,

Be there for me when life is at bay.

Those seamless days, worlds apart,

I wish I had somebody in my heart

Who could be my sole companion,

A friend in those days, so horrid and dark.

Oh! How my heart aches for a companion like that,

Who comes to me, when luck is scarce,

With a blissful smile so beautiful and sublime,

That it makes you feel like a weightless kite.

With tender words that make you forget,

All your troubles in a swish of a wand.

Like magic all over your face,

That sprinkles down in its own sweet ways.

What wouldn’t you give for a companion like that,

Who can take you above the skies,

With a gentle smile and a tender face,

That somebody who might come some day.

There are no such things as ghosts

There are no such things as ghosts, he always use to say,

He remained as mulish as ever, even after our debate.

Never removed from his purpose, he decided to go to Mrighway,

Which was the most haunted place in London, for that is what they say.

He did not yield to our entreats, and remained a fathead as ever.

The day drew to a close, and night resided on the scene,

The winds screamed and the trees danced,

And the rain, Oh! It was terrible.

In he went through the door, to show his face to the darkness,

He had to reach the window above, which looked out through the attic.

He felt himself tremble, Like he had done never before.

Slowly he reconsidered tracing his steps back, Boom! What was that he heard?

A peal of thunder like he had never heard before?

He trembled and shook and was wet from head to toe,

Someone touched him on the shoulder,

Boo!! I am a ghost!

He seemed to be frozen for an instant, then he ran out like the wind.

Out of that house and back in his.

Now he never says, what he used to say before,

There are no such things as ghosts..!!

The insufficiency of the protocol..

The Indian Government is a sorry state of affairs..the inconvenience of the public is secondary to any dumb bunny in the government with power..the most recent in the spate being the travel arrangements fr the dumbest president ever Pratibha Patil, to visit her husband in Saket's Max hospital..All adjoining areas in the way have been cleared of vehicles, with the Delhi police towing away over 1000's of two wheelers and cars, to clear the way..this drill has been in action for the last three days without any media coverage what so ever...Making the situation worse for those effected by such erratic decisions,..all vehicles confiscated have been labeled "unowned"..." lawaris"...and there is a day's worth of running around government officials required before the rightful owners can lay hands on their own merchandise..how long is the Indian population going to bear the brunt of such a dysfunctional system, where a stupid minister is given such supremacy, that the very people who put him on that pedestal stand to being harassed by such unconsidered actions..

Those little joys of life…

Thank you for the tiny joys,

A pleasant hug,

A knowing smile,

The ring of bells,

The dewy sunlight.

The chime of china,

That laughter surprise.

That sleepy toddler,

That silent night.

The love of a man,

That care of a child.

The singing of a bird,

That swatter of flies.

The light blowing breeze,

That coffee of mine.

The waiting lift,

That green light.

The unknown treat,

Of not waiting in line.

That uneventful day,

That calm concise.

Those flickering candles,

That romantic night.

The love in the eyes,

Of my little canine.

That comfort of a blanket,

On a snowy night.

That touch of a hand,

Wiping your eyes.

That moment of light,

That unknown delight.

That answer to a dilemma,

Wrapped up in life.

For all there is in the world to see,

I thank you lord for those little joys of life..!!

All the things he is..

He is like my lollipop mountain,

And I like a child kept at bay.

He is like a big pink balloon,

And me a tiny girl in pigtails.

He is like a bouquet of flowers,

And I a bride in a veil.

He is like my ink in blue,

And I like a dried out fountain.

He is like my penicillin drug,

And I a child caught in a plague.

He is like a breath of air,

And me an asphyxiated slave.

He is like that smile on my lips,

When I behold his lovely face.

There is a spring in my steps

And a song in my heart,

And my eyes twinkling today,

And my heart feels rejuvenation,

When I hear his footfalls come my way..

I'm writing again

All the leaves are brown,

and the sky is grey,

I'm in a sombre mood

and don't want to pray.

I use to be an opportunist,

waiting for words to fall,

off late it's been

a struggle each day.

Meddling with words,

had been my fray

struggling with them

seems a new phase

Verses would pour out

textured and numbered

and my pen and paper

would be there to assimilate.

And now as I look

over my little slate

seems I have missed out

just too many dates.

It is a turbulence

that brings out the writer in me

solitude is a guardian

that is unwelcome company.

As I sit alone and reflect

feeling alone and rather bereft

this absence of love, seems rather new

one I had though I had long dissuade

I fell in love head over heals, even though I hated love stories !!!

If after wayward reviews you did muster the courage to actually go and watch I hate love stories, then you and I will have a lot to talk about. However, for all those who were blessed enough to be spared the torment of actually spending on the movie fare, you might want to read the review first.

Opening the movie to a monologue by Imran Khan that just doesn’t seem to end made a lot of people groan, due to poor dialogue delivery and a flimsy script. However, after the few initial minutes the length of the monologue dwindles and the audiences feels a little lighter as some moments of fun come around. The script has a sprinkling of some mimed funny scenes which make the audience laugh every now and then.

The performances are slightly marred by the poor dialogues written for the film. Also, the cameraman has done a few lousy scenes where pan shots that move to a close up seem to be blurred. However there are some great landscape shots of the scenic beauty of New Zealand which are the high point of the film. The sets and the view along with improved acting by the actors, improves the second half significantly.

The movie turns out to be more of a spoof on the typical romances of the forever romantic Karan Johar, with Imran Khan doing it all from singing, moping, running around air ports and first rejecting the “in love” Sonam Kapoor and then being rejected by her in the next leap.

However, Vishal and Shekhar have done an outstanding job with the music, with some feet tapping and some emotional numbers, which play throughout the movie.

Well, 2 stars for the movie, due to its weak plot, inadequate dialogue and not very spectacular performances. To be fair to Punit Malhotra, the first time director has done an over all good job with the movie. Still, it would be a better suggestion to view the movie at home after the DVD release then spending on PVR tickets.