Monday, May 11, 2009

Moonlight Murmurs

He lies broken, awaiting the healing

The moonlight kisses his body

Softening the lines etched into his brow

His soft moans are eaten up by the quietness of the night

As his mind searches for the peace to end his body’s fight


A memory tickles his senses

Suddenly, the six are all alive

His eyes hunt for the elusive feeling

His mind starts to play truant to the sweet excesses

But long before reality can deny the source, his soul confesses


It is like post-its everywhere

The soothing gentleness of her body

That sweet smile, which spreads around him

Her kindness that cocoons him, removing all doubt

He curls up inside her, breathing within, yet without


The sheets radiate her softness

The pillows convey her warmth

Every corner bestows a whiff of her perfume

He allows himself to rest, as, into her safety he slides

As, with the darkness, his love for her, he confides


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Monday, May 14, 2007

Booked for Life - 3

(My latest journey through the leaves of time took me to Afghanistan. A stark, moving and reality-jolting journey, this book has brought with it strength, pain, a need to bring redemption to a few lives and the thought that I've had one too many books and movies on hurting, trying and road-to-redemption Father-Son relationship tales brought to my doorstep, barge in without knocking and seat themselves on my pillow; their gaze piercing, till I give them my undivided attention. This was one of those; as the Goo Goo Dolls would say, 'You can't stop the tears that ain't coming' kinda journey.)

The Kite Runner
Khaled Hosseini

Some day we shall know the truth of a circumstance, a situation, or sometimes of our very own behaviour and this truth will make us mad. But now this mad has to become constructive. No feeling or emotion is right or wrong. It is how you act upon it that is. It is human tendency to react. But it is also human responsibility to rise above and convert reaction to action.

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Friday, May 11, 2007

Exquisite Taste of Life

Ever beside the pure flame of the heat of the Indian summer, comes a drink that refreshes the fierce passion for the fiery eyed beauty of this season. Summer is here. Come, refresh your self this season with the purity of Water.

Have you ever scaled the heights of a mountain? And then when you took that pit-stop, sat yourself down on a ledge by a laughing spout of water gushing forth from the rock, transforming into a babbling brook to empty itself into a crystal clear mountain lake? And while you sat on that ledge you dangled your legs in the stream just to let the gently lapping waters have a crush on you. To let them break, just to do you with a million droplets, to watch them rise and fall and chant your name a million times. To see the waters turn away, pause and rush back to touch you again…and again.
All you hear is your breathing. All you see are the varied hues of dragon flies hovering over. All you touch is beauty. All you feel is purity. Water: crystal clear, peaceful, pure, life itself.
If there is one thing that symbolises life more than any other element, it is water. It makes up 71 per cent of the Earth’s surface, it consists of around 70 per cent of our bodily fluids, and make up and preserve the very building blocks of life.
And there is nothing more refreshing and utterly fascinating seeing water in its most natural habitat originating from a mountain and flowing down to the plains, perennially or maybe freezing up in winter into mysterious and soft snow or glistening ice to once again thaw in the spring and turn the world warm again.
And in this awe-inducing yet known hydrological cycle have you ever looked at the water in your glass and ponder how it made its way there? How does our drinking water fit into this hydrologic cycle? Where did the water we drink fall as precipitation? Did this water percolate down into the ground as part of a groundwater system, or did it remain on the surface as part of a surface water system? What path did this water follow in order to become our drinking water? Have you ever explored the hydrologic cycle and water's journey to your glass?
Water falls as precipitation to the earth. Once it falls, some water percolates into the ground, but some of it crosses fields as runoff and enters streams. These streams empty into the rivers, which cross the boundaries and eventually enter into reservoirs, which then might directly make its way to your tap or purifier and of course ultimately your glass. One long, arduous yet fulfilling journey for the free falling element.
Or maybe it might just take that in between pit-stop at a bottling plant to be stripped off its impurities. Such that, that one sip takes you back up to the mountain, locked in that time zone of your own to rediscover that life is not solely comprised of tasks but tastes. Taste not just for the good things in life, but for the little things that make life good. Water—the exquisite taste of life.


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Saturday, May 05, 2007

Booked For Life - 2

(Here's another treasure I found on one of my many treasure hunts across the topography of the book world)

Labyrinth
by Kate Moss
What we leave behind in this life is the memory of who we are and what we did. An imprint, no more. I have learned much. I have become wise. But have I made a difference? I cannot tell. Pas a pas, se va luènh.
I have watched the green of spring give way to the gold of summer, the copper of autumn give way to the white of winter as I have sat and waited for the fading light. Over and over again I have asked myself why? If I had known how it would feel to live with such loneliness, to stand, the sole witness to the endless cycle of birth and life and death, what would I have done?



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Thursday, May 03, 2007

Red Strokes - Garth Brooks

(And since I'm on this train of thought...let me add this song, which is my all time favourite country song. Don't remember if i've put his on my blog before, but this morning calls for this to be reiterated.
They say that sometimes a word is worth a 1000 pictures. This song speaks more than just volumes. It talks about love, taking one, from the human to the divine to the sublime.)


Moonlight on canvas, midnight and wine
Two shadows starting to softly combine
The picture they're painting
Is one of the heart
And to those who have seen it
It's a true work of art

Oh, the red strokes
Passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes
Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)
Burning the night like the dawn

Steam on the window, salt in a kiss
Two hearts have never pounded like this
Inspired by a vision
That they can't command
Erasing the borders
With each brush of a hand

Oh, the blues will be blue and the jealousies green
But when love picks its shade it demands to be seen

Steam on the window, salt in a kiss
Two hearts have never pounded like this...


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Love, Me

(One of the most sensual and soul touching lines I have ever heard in a love poem.)

I want to do to you what spring does to the cherry tree...

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Come Unity Can Be Ours

(This is something i found recently while going through my files. I had written this piece many years ago...maybe 7 years now...but it still chills my blood and haunts my dreams. The language is child-like compared to my normal style of writing. Don't know why I took this style...but i did...)

“I awoke one morning to find blood on my hands; not mine, but that of the child I had killed the previous day. I thought I had washed it off, but it seemed to be still there – staring, invisible, hurting, stinging, screeching. It suddenly felt wrong… so wrong. I wasn’t supposed to feel like this. I had killed before; I had taken lives. But why did I suddenly feel so different?

I got up and switched on the TV it showed the destruction that my men and I had caused. As I watched the scenes, they felt ghastly, even gross. The scenes were eating me inside. I was personally witnessing the mass destruction that I, along with a few others, had created. I felt a stab of guilt. What was happening to me? I realised I was personally witnessing the destruction of my soul, my own mind and my body along with that of my country. I said I was patriotic and loyal to my country. I loved my country. Then did destroying it mean loving it…? Whoa! That thought really hit me. It hit me so hard that I sat back on my sofa and had to hold the armrest for support. It got me thinking. Why had I done this? I said I was helping people. But did killing one part mean helping another part? Why was I doing all this? Why so much violence over one issue. Ayodhya, Gujarat, Mumbai, Godhra – violence everywhere. To build a temple or a mosque or something totally different? Have a puja or not? Kill or not to kill? In the end the whole thing comes down to one issue: communalism; Hindu-Muslim divide. To divide or to unify?

And yet I see places where people are one, irrespective of caste, creed or race. Hindus helping Muslims and vice versa. All religions helping each other. The only question is to live or not to live. I question myself for the third time: Why am I really doing this? For pleasure? What job is this? The money earned is blood money, no doubt… not mine, but somebody else’s.

The whole incident has set me thinking. Why not stop the violence, the bloodshed and the pain and really be patriotic and loving? Let’s make it a free country where one doesn’t worry about violence. Why I am thinking these thoughts do not ask. I’ve had a change of heart, you could say. My fellow terrorists, it took the blood of one innocent child to wake me up. How many will it take to wake you up to the reality of the shackles that bind our country? One, two… ten? Stop the violence now. Let’s make our country free: free to breathe, live and love. Let’s be truly patriotic and give up our violent and evil ways.

“Let’s stop existing and start living!”



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Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Booked for Life

Every book to me is a journey I have undertaken. An adventure, a treasure hunt, a slice of life, an exploration of self. I may not have physically travelled the world but I feel like I’ve been to so many places. Some creations of the mind, others that exist in reality. On one of my many visits to Planet M, my friendly neighbourhood music man gave me a map to an adventure that will forever be undertaken by me, no matter how often the hands of time turn around. Here is the treasure I found on this exploration.

Bono in Conversation with Michka Assayas

Zahir's Log: April 2007:
I’ve been wounded, jaded, hurt, and hated. But most of all loved. So I locked myself away in my ivory tower. In the forsaken wilderness that I had made mine, the love and life I had to continue living and offering found me in the form of a book. This one.
Through the tumultuous array of conversations between Michka and Bono, I discovered my elusive truth. A deeper understanding into the men I love and who, more importantly; love me. I make no qualms that this has been one uncomfortable, questioning, thought provoking, to-hell-with-my-pride-let-it-fall-like-rain-from-my-eyes, kind of journey. As Bono signs off before he’s ‘gotta run’; “A life unquestioned is not one you should envy.”
I took my first steps down the west wall of my ivory tower with Bono and Michka on either side of me, holding my hands. The earth has turned away from the sun. My journey continues…

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Saturday, March 24, 2007

The Last Ten Years (Superman)

Artist/Band: Kenny Rogers
Lyrics for Song: The Last Ten Years (Superman)
Lyrics for Album: Water & Bridges

Oh, the last ten years, it's been quite trip
Over thirty-six-hundred spins around without a cosmic slip
But within the realm of our atmosphere
We're 'bout as out of whack as we've ever been in a million years
We watched the Y2K scare in a panic
An' we watched as time proved Nostrodamus wrong
An' we watched as Mother Nature shook the planet
An' cellular replaced the telephone
We lost Charlie Brown, Ray Charles an' Johnny Cash
We even lost Superman, mhm.

Well, the last ten years, look at the hills we've climbed
The best golfer's black, the best rapper's white an' it's about damn time
But we best beware, there's a brand new fight, you see
An' I hate to say we might be our own worst enemy
We watched Oklahoma sifting through the damage
An' we watched a US President get caught
We watched shareholders watch their savings vanish
We all cried when we watched those towers fall
We lost Minnie Pearl, Ron Reagan and Sam I Am
We even lost Superman, mhm.

Expensive gas an' free downloads
The dot-com boom, an' reality shows
What's gonna happen next is anybody's guess
Satellite radio and hybrid cars
Hand-held computers an' a trip to Mars
It's all become a part of who we are
In the last ten years.

In the last ten years
We lost George Harrison,
John Paul and June Carter-Cash
Hell, we even lost Superman
Gonna miss you, Chris...

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Thursday, March 01, 2007

The Class

We took the world as given. Cigarettes
Were 20-several cents a pack, & gas
As much per gallon. Sex came wrapped
in rubber
And veiled in supernatural scruples—
call
Them chivalry…

Psychology was in the mind; abstract
Things grabbed us where we lived; the
only life
Worth living was the private life, and—
last
Worst scandal in this characterisation—
We did not know we were a generation.

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Wednesday, February 21, 2007

The Chronicles of Riddick

Cast
Vin Diesel .... Riddick
Colm Feore .... Lord Marshal
Thandie Newton .... Dame Vaako
Judi Dench .... Aereon
Karl Urban .... Vaako
Alexa Davalos .... Kyra
Directed and Written by David Twohy



It is a dark time in the universe.
Planet after planet is falling to an unholy army of Necromongers -- conquering warriors who offer ravaged worlds a simple choice -- convert or die.
Those who refuse their rule hope in vain for someone or something that will slow the spread of Necromongers. But rebels are short-lived and saviours, are in short supply.
When things get bad, weary survivors turn to myths for comfort -- murmured prophecies, vain hopes, legends of good vanquishing evil.
But good isn’t always the antidote to evil and legends can be wrong.
Sometimes the only way to stop evil is not with good -- but with another kind of evil.
So an unlikely figure is summoned from exile and asked to join the fight: Riddick, who couldn’t care less who’s in charge of the universe, just as long as he’s left alone.
To him, it’s all the same, apocalypse or no -- this one-man army is interested only in saving his own life.
Get in his way and he’ll gladly take yours.
But something has been set in motion, and the coming confrontation propels him into a series of epic, winner-take-all battles: from an idyllic, multi-cultural civilization under siege; to the baroque Necro mothership and the seat of power in their black empire -- the Basilica.
In the final battle, it is foretold that the fate of all may depend upon the destiny of one Furyan.
And all the power in the universe cannot stop destiny.


Review: The Chronicles of Riddick

Writer/director David Twohy has been granted a key to unlock his imagination to the fullest extent imaginable with this risky sci-fi epic. Necromongers, Furians, Elementals, oh my! The Pitch Black sequel has an array of cast and characters that bring colour, cacophony and chaos to the screen. The explosive story plays out amidst an array of civilizations, including the light-infused Helion Prime, the scorching Crematoria, the icy wilderness of Planet U.V. 6. With specially designed space vehicles, weaponry, technology and gadgetry, The Chronicles of Riddick fills the screen with a newly discovered universe.
What appeals most about this film is Richard B. Riddick(Vin Diesel), its anti-hero. As he Diesel himself states, “He’s the quintessential anti-hero. It takes 45 minutes in the movie just for Riddick to understand the word heroism, let alone for anyone to hope he can be heroic. That’s cool. That’s real. You can invest in this guy’s spiritual growth. He’s a guy that embraces that indifference and doesn’t care what anybody thinks about it, who wants to be left alone. He’s a guy that thinks that anything that happens with the universe has nothing to do with him and he doesn’t care. That’s kind of cool!” the most exotic and stunning part of this anti-hero are his eyes and hence his ability to see in the dark. Pitch Black explains why and how Riddick came to posses such eyes and ability.
The supporting cast give feel and body to the movie. Alexa Davalos returns in the sequel as Kyra; a young woman whose toughness and deadliness almost matches Riddick’s. Thandie Newton as Dame Vaako is the carnal, stunning and ambitious partner of a Necromonger commander, Vaako. Karl Urban plays Vaako, the young Necro commander whose loyalty to his leader, Lord Marshal, is sorely tested by his fiercely ambitious wife. Colm Feore as the sixth Lord Marshal is the Necro supreme leader, the highest, holiest and deadliest of all known Necromongers. Linus Roache as The Purifier is a high-ranking figure among the Necros in charge of converting the ranks of the newly-captured. Keith David (reprising his role from Pitch Black) as Imam, is a cleric familiar with Riddick from their previous experiences in the Taurus system. The holy man’s goodness and compassion are rare commodities in Riddick’s universe. Yorick van Wageningen as The Guv acts as the informal leader of the inmates housed in one of the universe’s worst prisons -- the Slam on the planet Crematoria. Nick Chinlund as Toombs, a veteran and formidable mercenary is intent on capturing Riddick.
And one of the world’s most distinguished performers, Academy Award winner Judi Dench as Aereon, is the mysterious ambassador from a rarefied race - The Elementals, the race that calculates the odds in the universe. Her role in the proceedings remains as elusive as her amorphous shape.
As we are all human, these actors have their faults. Karl Urban as Vaako, sometimes seems confused and even slow. Nick who plays Toombs is a very unsure actor, like he doesn’t know what he is doing there. Yorick van Wageningen has a mediocre role in an important scene.
This story builds up from the start, but tends to slacken quite a few times. Yet it eventually settles down in adventure mode. What stunned me the most about this movie is that it draws plenty of parallels with the real world. Right from the fulfilling of prophecy that a Furore will one day kill the Lord Marshal and how he sets about killing the entire Furyan race, right up to the Necromongers enforcing their religion on everyone, parallels abound. It seems to speak of Jesus, even though here his character is an anti-hero, though that too depends on ones definition of a hero. The enforcing of religion reminds one of first, Bush making mandatory his kind of democracy on every other nation as he conquers them and then of Hitler and the formation of a pure race. The elementals, which come and go with the wind and on a breeze, very much bring to mind various characters like muses, oracles and women with a penchant for the mysterious.
This film tackles issues like how every one of us has two sides and there is always evil and good within, it depends on us which to let conquer. The Necromongers adorn everything from their helmets to the streets of the worlds they conquer with images of their three-faced god (i.e. Father, Son and Holy Spirit), and they revere statuettes of a mysterious tortured figure with outstretched arms. Though they attempt to show respect to their god by adding a visual element to their worship, they seem more devoted to the image and not what that image represents. It portrays the different faces of evil, and how each wages a war in order to emerge victorious.
In the film, the Necromongers live by the motto "Obedience without question, loyalty till Underverse comes." One follower explains to his wife that the cult leader's fear equals weakness, thus justifying an assassination attempt as a means to "protect the faith". This is so true of what happens due to fanaticism and warped interpretations of various religions. It is true that embodying faith does not justify the discarding of love.
While the theology, spirituality and reality parallels of this film is far from completely realized, the fact that a highly commercial movie like this even attempts to introduce such topics is to be applauded.
There is something for everyone in this tale, even though it might come in bits and pieces. For all Geography lovers the entire concept of the planet called Crematoria in the Igneous Galaxy is brilliant. The whole idea behind a planet that has a temperature of nearly minus 0 degrees centigrade by evening and 700 degrees when the sun rises, fuels your imagination ten fold. The most striking sequence is where Riddick and the gang must outrun a rising, blazing sun on the fire-laden planet, through snow and sleet. The special effects truly show the rising of the sun and its subsequent scorching of the earth beautifully. The view of the planet from space, with one half covered in ice and the other half slowly catching fire as the sun is rising, enhances the beauty and the action of the scene.
Jargon like ‘Ascension protocol’, ‘Underverse’, ‘Verse’, etc leave the viewer a little lost in the beginning. The terms need more explanation in order to grasp their entire meaning. This film does better than its predecessor Pitch Black. But it still falls short of a particular category in which to place itself. It falls between sci-fi, thriller and action and yet cannot be placed solely in any one category. This is its major pitfall since unlike Bollywood; Hollywood does separate its films into genres. The special effects are a plus point, and a major one at that. Yet only if you really love the aforementioned points of the film will you truly believe it to be a decent, viewable, comprehendible film. Otherwise it falls far down a chasm you wouldn’t go even to get eyes like Riddick’s!


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X3—The Last Stand

Will you sacrifice your individuality on the altar of acceptance?


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Wednesday, January 03, 2007

One

Is it getting better?
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you now?
You got someone to blame
You say

One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don't care for it

Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it's

Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
One

Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus?
To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much?
More than a lot.
You gave me nothing,
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other

One
One


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Thursday, November 16, 2006

…I’m in love with you
This ain't the honeymoon
Past the infatuation phase
Right in the thick of love
At times we get sick of love
It seems like we argue everyday…
“Honeymoon stage”, he commented as a couple rode by on a bike with the girl doing some lovey-dovey gesture to the boy. “They are going through their 6 month honeymoon phase, the best time in any relationship. Ah I recall my honeymoon phase”, he wistfully remembered. We all laughed. “But yours was a 5 year honeymoon, right?” He looked askance at me. “3 and a half years”, I corrected him. “3 and a half years”, he repeated. “And then the honeymoon is over and the madness starts. With all the—You-don’t-spend-any-time-with-me, you-don’t-love-me-anymore.” The three of us laughed some more. Suddenly, unbidden, I felt bitter. And my goddamn voice reflected it. I think I sounded hysterical. “Ah well I never went through the post-honeymoon phase. I had no choice. One moment it’s the honeymoon, the next he’s walked out and flown to Goa and poof, gone!” It’s the first time they had seen me show emotion over the divorce. It shocked me more than it stunned them.
Divorce. What an ugly word. But it’s the only word that does justice to what happened between us. Ours was no ordinary break up. In fact ours was no break up. It was just that. A divorce. With all its ugliness, all the trappings, all the pain, all the madness, all the division, all the mornings-after and all the sweet nothings that would become just that—nothing! Without the marriage of course!


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Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Beyond the Cuts and Seams

A fabric, a garment, an outfit. A thought, a design, a creation. All woven together through the looms of time to make a subtle statement, an indelible mark, a way of life is what one discovers at this year’s Lakmé Fashion Week

Fashion’s on a trip — a colourful high involving pastels, flowing cuts and fits and East meets West silhouettes. The Lakmé Fashion Week held from October 31-November 4, 2006 at the NCPA, Mumbai showcased just this as it urged everyone to get ready for a fun-filled and subtle yet eye catching summer. Featuring established, emerging and Gen Next designers along with brands and accessory designers, the Lakmé Fashion Week had appearances to emulate, designs to desire, and labels to target. The collections of established designers like Sabyasachi Mukherjee, Pria Kataria Puri, Vikram Phadnis, Priyadarshini Rao, Lascelles Symons, Wendell Rodricks, Narendra Kumar, Surily Goel, Sanchita Ajjampur, to name a few; took to the ramp to show people how to groove to the new beauty beat along with foreign designers like Nathalie Garcon, Leonard Paris, Clive Rundle, and South African fashion house Sun Goddess. Emerging designers like Anand Kabra, Chaitanya Rao, Julie Kagti, Payal Singhal, Bhumika and Shyamal Shodhan, Nikasha Tawdey, etc helped everyone feel the many spirited moods that spring and summer bring. Gen Next designers like Abdul Halder, Rushabh Maniar also added to the sizzle of the season.
After the excesses of the 80s, the nose-dives of the 90s, the dynamic mysticism of the millennium has brought a return to the fundamental values in modern life. Simplicity, style, all-encompassing philosophies, broader outlooks have been the necessity of every generation. Life today covers all this and offers many alternatives, allowing everyone to create their own individualistic selves. Designers at the Lakmé Fashion Week brought to life the mood for Spring/Summer 2007, which is contemporary; where the classics in our lives can be combined with the psychedelic and sophisticated meets streetwise with chic consequences.
The earth and sky combined to form loose cuts and flowing fits, happiness reflected its vibrant colour palette through suspended mirrors, a sea shell brought to life an array of apparel and the sun shone to bring the flame of the Indian summer to the ramp. Grand fashion concepts aren’t just yanked from thin air. Before pen has even reached the drawing board; something has acted as a muse, be it an age, a structure, or a work of art. Designers brought out their inspiration for the vivid patterns that will make the flavour of summer through pastels, polka dots, florals, khadi, chiffons, georgettes and more.
Down the ages, clothing the body and in turn the soul, has played an important role in our lives. It is a new season and with each new one comes change, some broader and more radical than the last. New ideas, scandalous insanities, life itself; all found their way into the Lakmé Fashion Week 2006. Vibrant hues, flowing cuts, hedonistic fabrics found themselves imposed on garments or accessories to create an identity. The Fashion Week was all about the unspoken…the body seeking nirvana in style.


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Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Panoply of Possibilities

Iridescent Old-Arabian nights protract into mornings. Serenity and opportunity waits around every corner. Inhibitions slide, your senses take over. You are being welcomed to live the experience that is Dubai

A consolidated empire, laws that were codified, an emirate as glorious a metropolis as it has always been even in days of yore. Dubai is a place of old world protocol and sumptuous dining, of international businesses and sensuously beautiful souqs, of properties beckoning inhabitation and those that have already had their call answered, of encouraging investment markets and inviting business ventures.
I had expected to be intrigued by Dubai, and to admire it; I had not expected to be awed. It has absorbed an array of cultures and people and yet it is different from all of them. There is something immensely enigmatic for me about the shift one perceives, while delving into a place, from the past to the future, from the Bedouin way of desert dwelling nomadic life to the settled yet dynamic city life, from the opulence, majesty and quiet dignity of yore to the simplicity, ‘slim-line’ feeling and sleekness that only technology can bring. It is a gradation of sights, of structural design, of gradually retreating minarets intermingled with advancing glass buildings, of the very look of oases and sand dunes, so that little by little you begin to believe you can read in nature itself the saturation of history. Does the shoulder of an Arabian hillside really look so unlike the slope of an Indian meadow? Of course not. And yet the distinction is as impracticable to eliminate from the eye as the history that enlightens it is from the mind.
And it is not only reaching back into history that tells of a place or people gone by; sometimes history itself reaches inexorably forward for us to tell us where we are going. Dubai has been making leap after quantum leap. After all, a gateway to the East and West means opening up of new vistas and access to places, international businesses, ventures, and people.
Tourism is obviously a major industry here. Says Pravin Nanda, GM Dubai Grand Hotel, “People visit Dubai for 4 reasons. One is historical; for Pearl Diving, the heritage village, to feel a taste of the rustic Arabian charm. Secondly they come here to experience the sights and sounds, the beautiful places engulfed in beauty. People also come here for the security that Dubai provides. One can walk the streets at 3 or 4 a.m. and be absolutely safe. People don’t even lock their cars. It is safe for women. And the crime rate is very low. Fourthly and definitely not the least of the reasons is for shopping, to get the best deals on the best products.”
This also leads to the booming of other industries like the Hotel Industry which should double up by October 2007 and where everyone gets good value for money.
When oil was discovered in 1966, Sheikh Rashid made use of these revenues to stimulate infrastructural expansion in Dubai. The swiftness of development continued at a fever pitch. Project after project left the drawing board to make the impossible into a possible phenomenon. The World, Burj Dubai, the Hydropolis, the Restless Planet theme park, Ski Dubai, The Mall of Arabia, are all either a reality or will soon leave the drawing boards.
With so many new projects being conceptualised and executed investment in property becomes the thereby subsequent step. Syed Ali Anwer, CEO, 3D Venture Real Estate Company explains, “Dubai is Duty Free, crime free, tax free, offers security and safety. It has world class shopping malls, a multi cultural society, best medical and health care, holiday resorts, sports facilities, entertainment centres, an innovative, dynamic and entrepreneurial business culture. Dubai is politically stable and has a forward-looking responsive Government with business friendly regulations, which has played a key role in attracting business investments from all over the world.” “Invest. But invest now. As it is the right time to get on the boat”, reiterates Syed Ali Anwer.
The question being asked today is, ‘Is there an upward momentum in terms of property prices or is Dubai still low-priced and economical?’ Fact of the matter is that it will continue moving upward but the property prices still offer a very good bargain compare to the world’s cosmopolitan cities. Statistics show that the demand due to promotion is too high and will keep increasing even if supply is met thus producing a major hike in the pricing. It will take time for correction to take place and prices to come down to normal. The curve will take at least 5 years to come down but the future will see stability from 2012 onwards and by 2017/2020 correction will occur. To keep up with all this, it is sensible for any investor to invest now and thus not be at a loss. Thus putting to rest any fears that the prices will continue rising and demand may never meet supply.
Dubai is now no more a one stop weekend paradise but a place where one can indulge, invest and even provide incentives for others. From tourism to property to infrastructure, from markets to boardrooms to your very own living room, Dubai epitomizes the phrase, “Even the impossible says I’M POSSIBLE”.


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Dubai - To Do (Or What To Do?)

Broadening horizons, adding spice, captivating the senses and calling you. Everything should feel this good...

If the most accurate judge of time is a clock, the most sensitive is surely Dubai. It has cultivated its heritage carefully, keeping itself trimmed neither ostentatiously nor in an unstylish manner, walking neither too near to the past nor too far from it, neither too quickly nor too slowly from progress. It has taught itself to pay more attention to the broader picture than to the centre of its vision, thus building itself and expanding into the complete experience for everyone.

Seasons in the Sun
Not just a weekend destination but an ‘any-day-of-the-week’ one. Not just a getaway but a wholesome, fulfilling holiday. The Dubai of now: a place where the frantic pace of modern life slows down enough for you to enjoy it.

The Arabian Experience
Dubai has taken its historical artifacts, monuments, texts, traditions, picked up oil along the way and marched boldly with it all through the streets and souqs of old Arabia into the corporate, much heralded and well blended globalised world.

Summer Surprises
Modhesh! Amazing! That’s what summers are supposed to be. 1998 brought a series of surprises to this season with the starting of the Dubai Summer Surprises (DSS). In its 9th year this year and held between June 21 and September 21, 2006, DSS increased surprises ten-fold with its 10 Surprises and more. Modhesh, the yellow mascot for DSS has been bringing fun and cheer to children and adults as he ushers in something for everyone.

Nocturnal Lures
A taste of the desert night air gives one transparency to clear the day’s dust and grime. A taste of its culture at venues throughout the city offer a time to begin a new journey into a new experience. International events, concerts, music artistes, film festivals all provide space and time to adjust to this new world.

Centre Stage
Dubai Creek
The earth gleams still and deep like an opal in the gentle morning sun. A calm breeze gently scallops the creek’s surface at the edges and scrapes the dust across the land. Giving birth to this city and remaining the very lifeblood of Dubai, Dubai Creek has an enticing magnetism for visitors here.

Souqs
The market shimmers into view. Evocative of a scene from the Arabian Nights, the network of tiny lanes and by lanes meander on either side of the creek and other parts of Dubai. Men, women and children don’t just sell their wares but demand a return to the old market rules of bargaining and barter. A sensory invasion few want to run away from.

Bastakiya
Bastakiya gives a peek into the alluring and enticing old city. Thin lanes bear houses with tall chimney-like structures called wind-towers to cool homes naturally. Renovated, preserved and protected Bastakiya now houses a museum, cultural centre, restaurants and a heritage hotel with an art gallery.

Bird Watching
The climate of any country tells of its flora and fauna. A tidal wetland right on its doorstep, within a few minutes off the centre of the town, the scorching desert heat, the cooling desert night, the gulf, all have given rise to a varied array of bird species.

Spirited Sports
Snow (Hey Oh)!

Night is day and winter is summer. And sand is snow. And maybe the gods have gone crazy. But, wait before you pinch yourself. There is snow in the sweltering heat of Dubai. Welcome to Ski Dubai, which opened in December last year and is an indoor ski resort set within a 6.5 million square feet complex. From ski runs of all types for all ages to themed restaurants to an exclusive retail shop to professional instructors.

Golf
An old luxury, a new leisure, Dubai offers this sport with élan. Bragging premier golf courses, challenging ones with varying tee and pin positions, yet enjoyable and rewarding, Dubai has been voted the world’s leading golf destination by the IGTOA.

Horse Riding
Horses have been the pride of tradition here. Riding thorough the desert with the wind in your hair, one can literally paint a picture with the sand as your canvas and the horse as your paintbrush.

Adventure Tourism and Water Sports
Everyone has a wild side. And Dubai provides just the opportunity to unleash it with sports like Mountain Climbing, Sky Jumping, Scuba Diving, Go Karting, Wadi Bashing, Dune Bashing and Sand Storming. Caressed by the waters of the Gulf, Dubai offers diving down to the rich marine life and mysterious wrecks. Sailing and windsurfing are other attractions. Racing and jet skiing add to the thrill of this chase.

Super- Shopping- Dooper- Dubai!
Trust Dubai to tap into and cater to the hilt the one gene that is inbuilt in some, acquired by others and just doesn’t go down with a few. Dubai has taken the business of shopping seriously—right from its historical souqs to its modern malls and shopping villages. The Dubai Duty Free and the Dubai Shopping Festival ranks high on any shopper’s list with discounts and knick-knacks and what-nots.

Carte du jour – Dubai
Culinary experiences in Dubai call for conspicuous consumption. Be it the soul feeding Middle Eastern cuisine or the stomach filling Asian dishes, or the appetite satisfying junk food and even the heart beating romantic dinner cruises in traditional sailing dhows, Dubai gives new meaning to the term ‘food for thought.’

Dubai is thus the paradise that broke the mould once it was created. Come take a ride on this dreamland express and don’t miss a single moment of the sheer bliss offered here.


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Unconceived

Dear Daddy (that might never be mine),
I heard mummy cry out into the silence the other day, “How must one grieve for an unconceived child?” I heard grandma and grandpa telling mummy a few days earlier that I would have been a very beautiful baby. I remember you saying that I would have mummy’s brains and your looks. And then you held mummy and kissed her forehead and told her that you love her. You told mummy you wanted a boy because a girl would be so very difficult for you to scold or correct. That she would twist you round her little finger and then you would have yourself all twisted out over two women instead of one. And then you laughed that laugh that I often hear mummy describing as ‘beautiful laughter because it comes from his heart’. I hear mummy laughing that laugh too as she warns you that the prospect of a boy or girl lies entirely on you. You reach out and squeeze her hand, she smiles that special smile for you and rests her head on your shoulder. And I think, my mummy and daddy love each other very much. I can’t wait to be born.
I hear mummy crying again. But she was just so happy. No. That was a few months ago. Before the nightmare started. It is only a nightmare right? Now I only see mummy, living from moment to painful moment. Daddy’s what’s wrong? Why is mummy alone? Where are you? Why is a love that was so close, stretching thin across the seas and sands of stubbornness and idiocy and misconceptions and misunderstandings? I know daddy, I know. Big words right? I heard mom utter them the other night when she was on her knees praying? What did she mean?
Daddy where are you? What happened? Did I do something? But then I’m not born yet am I? I’m not even conceived! Don’t look so shocked daddy. Yes. I am your unconceived child. Yes daddy, I might not be born physically, but your love for mummy made me real. I’m not some preconceived notion or just any unborn child. Daddy, did you stop loving mom? Did you stop loving me? Did you stop loving yourself? But then if I am a child made real by love, shouldn’t I be dead now? Does this mean you still love mummy and me?
Did you know that mom really wanted to have your baby, namely me? Do you know that she still wants to? Do you know that the she believed the most beautiful gift you gave her was that of wanting only her to carry me? That it was one of the main things that would get her through the tough times when you weren’t around physically?
I would sit for hours and watch you and mummy as you lived your lives. Always loving each other; whether you argued, debated, played, slept, breathed, lived.
Love. An elusive word. I hear mummy call out your name so often in a day saying she loves you, praying that you both love each other beyond forever and find your way back to each other. Sometimes I hear her mumbling, at others fighting with herself, at still others just staring into space and letting the tears fall. And I ask myself, is this what love is all about? Pain? Then I want no part in it. Then I see mummy holding her tummy. She’s been doing that pretty often recently. She says she loves me. And she loves you. And I can feel it. And I want to be loved. If I, who isn’t even conceived as yet can feel her love, can you feel it daddy?
Every morning and every night she blows a flying kiss out of her window and sends an “I love you too” your way. Do you receive it? Do you understand it? Because I sure don’t. I don’t understand how you could have walked out wherever you have walked out to. I don’t get why you left. I don’t know how mummy still loves you more and more with each passing moment. At times I think she’ll implode with the love she has for you.
Is this one of those “nothing tastes better than unrequited love” kind of tales? Everyone keeps saying how strong mummy is to go through all this. How mummy is so brave and people look up to her. But do you know daddy that her love for you and yours for her is the only thing that keeps her going?
The other day she walked into the kitchen to make tea and then pour herself a cup, and she unconsciously picked up another and nearly poured that extra cup and then she just all but dropped that cup like it was on fire. She backed out in a trance and walked to the dining table, whipped open the drawer and pulling out a piece of paper. This is what she wrote.
“I miss you at the oddest of times. But then in love, nothing is odd. And everything is rare. This living without you is a new experience and one I do not care to live. And more so because it has been forced upon me for a reason I do not comprehend and for the fact that you lied to me.
I miss you during the oddest of moments. Like today when I made tea. I was about to pour a cup for you as well. And realised you didn’t drink from that cup anymore.
As I sat by my parents bedside the past two days while they’ve been so very sick and as I held my dad’s hand and soothed his fever, willing it to go away and hearing my mum cry in pain, I unconsciously reached for your hand. Didn’t find it. So I reached for my phone to call you and stopped myself in time. I was scared sitting at the edge of my parents bed, in the dark, offering comfort when my own self sought a solace only you could provide. I missed you.
I miss you with the oddest of instants. When I was at mass last week, I reached out for your hand to press your fingers and play our little game. All I found was cold hard wood.
Every evening between 6 and 8 I miss you the most. While I’m on my way home and I walk out of the station and not find you standing at the ticket counter. And then when I ride home in the auto rickshaw alone. I miss you in the middle of the oddest of occasions.
I was blowing my hair from my face the other day and it refused to move. And I wondered why because it always did after a few tries. And then I remembered it was because you always brushed it aside and gently tucked it in. I miss you in the oddest of situations.”
I miss you too daddy. I miss you too.
Love,
Logan



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Tuesday, October 03, 2006

"Tonight I Wanna Cry"
-KEITH URBAN

Alone in this house again tonight
I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine
There's pictures of you and I on the walls around me
The way that it was and could have been surrounds me
I'll never get over you walkin' away

[Chorus:]I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry


Would it help if I turned a sad song on
"All By Myself" would sure hit me hard now that you're gone
Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters
It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better
But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way
[Repeat chorus twice]


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Monday, August 14, 2006

We Are All Indian!

The years since India became independent have been some of the most violent and yet, among the most victorious. It is not just about rulers or events or rabble-rousers. It has been about other things that have defined India. It is about people, about humanity, the corporate world, about us…because we define India. We are India…



On an overcast day on August 15, 1947, the Father of the Nation stood by, his work done, his place assumed by the rulers of New India. Overnight, Nehru was the future. The business of nation building and running a nation weighs heavy. Nehru’s idea of the ‘Temples of India’ took shape, building blocks of industry with total state intervention. The new republic had its first larger-than-life demagogue.

Dynastic rule. If a family runs a country for 35 of its first 50 years, there cannot be another definition. Jawaharlal, Indira and Rajiv - three generations of Prime Ministers. The doting father; the watchful daughter; the young enigmatic son showing early signs of the legendary Nehru touch. An intensely private family. The first family.

A new nation has new heroes and heroines. It was in the form of genetic development of high-yielding grain varieties, the Green Revolution. This development probably put an end to famine from natural causes. Between 1970 and 1989 agricultural production in India did grow. Then Rajiv Gandhi inherited the political mantle of his grandfather Jawaharlal Nehru and the leadership of the Congress Party. He came into power as the Prime Minister of India in 1984. Somewhat of an outsider, his first interests being in engineering and aeronautics, he was not impressed with the excuses of the bureaucratic establishment. He said, “A poor country cannot afford to carry on billing the poorest people for its inefficiency and call itself socialist.”

Rajiv called for a tax reform, which cut the income and corporate tax rates. As a result of the lower tax rates tax evasion was reduced and the lower tax rates brought in 40 percent more revenue. He reduced the restrictions on the economy. He modified definitions so that the limitation imposed by "small company" policy were lessened. Some industries were removed from coverage by the MRTP Act. He created "broadbanding" in the matter of licensing. Broadbanding meant that a license for version of a product would serve to allow production of a closely related version of the same product rather than requiring a new license for the new version.

He rewrote India's corporate history. He changed the rules of the game in the industry in an era when the private sector was hampered by the licence regime. He was called the Polyester Prince in a biography that was never printed. He is Dhirubhai Ambani. The man who built an empire. His is no ordinary rags to riches story. His huge success fuelled controversies but they also dwarfed the controversies that surrounded him.

All these were feel-good images for a country desperately in search of post-Independence heroes…proving once again that we make India and we are all Indians.

1991 ushers in the Liberalisation Policy of Manmohan Singh and thus begins privatisation and globalisation – the new era.

After so many years, so many revolutions, and so little change, one develops a sense of social instability. Things begin to happen. TO HELL with whoever’s-in-charge is graffitoed across a prominent building. A stone sails through the someone’s window at night; the street below is empty. Before accepting a policeman’s order or greasing an open palm, a citizen hesitates and stares at the uniform—for that is what he sees, just the uniform, not the man—for two seconds longer than usual. Forms are lost, not remitted. Fines go unpaid. A family wakes in the middle of the night to the smell of smoke: something outside his window, burns. Political prisoners become symbols instead of ciphers, heroes rather than out-casts. Fat, bald men in suits hurry; young, thin ones in leather jackets loiter. Time bends: one side pushes it forward; the other first tries to stop it, then slow it down, then hide from it, then just get out of its way.

The place looks civilised and maritime and, this early in the twenty-first century, pleasantly irrelevant. It is impossible to love India: One either thrives on its grotesque energy or finds it inhuman; one either warms to India’s Teutonic coziness or is bored by it.

2000 - A very exciting time for us…with the ever-changing socio-political-eco scenario; life takes a dynamic 180-degree spin…After the excesses of the 80’s, the nose-dives of the nineties, the dynamic mysticism of the millennium brings a return to fundamental values in modern life. Simplicity, style, all-encompassing philosophies, broader outlooks have been the necessity of every generation. This millennium offers many alternatives, allowing everyone to create their own individual selves. The mood is more contemporary; the classics in our lives can be combined with the psychedelic…after all it is a new era and with every new one comes change, some broader and more radical than the last. New inventions, discoveries, ideas, the scandalous insanities, life itself…

“The tepid morning reeks with the odours of a crowded, rushing humanity, the smells strangely not unpleasant. Kerbsides are being hosed ferociously, steam rising from pavements drying in the sun, and the fragrance of herbs boiling in oil wafted through the narrow streets from carts and concessions screeching for attention. The noises accumulate; they become a series of constant crescendos demanding acceptance and a sale or at least a negotiation. India is the essence of survival; one works furiously or one does not survive. Adam Smith was outdone and outdated; he could never have conceived of such a world. It mocked the disciplines he projected for a free economy; it was madness. It is India!

Now, the Internet spearheads a global communications revolution; fashion designers embrace "ethnic" hues and styles; McDonald's spreads its restaurants across the globe.

Like many countries, India is a country made up of different aspects viz. economical, social, political, civic, religious, etc. But it is the people of India who together open up a new world – a hidden India – a parallel dimension to a dynasty so old and yet so new, lying silent and peaceful yet so aggressive and strong. It is we that make India a living culture that nurtures the essence of the past yet continually updates itself with modern elements. Today it is a living complex. Tomorrow it may become a self-reliant and self-sufficient multi-faceted enterprise. But this can and will happen, if and only if we as Indians, come together to forge on the anvil of life a country – an India – ready for the future, living with and in the present and in touch with the past.

As the millennium races steadily into its sixth year, nations try to destroy each other, there is infighting in countries, but we march ahead with new ideas and old ones as well, with as much élan, exoticism and enigma as mythology and as much funkiness, freaky, futuristic and out there as a werewolf on a full moon night!

We are, after all, Indian. And proud to be so!

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