enjoying grass

Brilliant return of serves, exquisite passing shots and the consistent control. Murray on his way to his second but heart with Raonic. Still. #wimbledon2016


Specialist – Restrained Stallone, overtly Sharon Stone.

Freelancer – I am. Empowered.

Euro Finals – Portugal

Wimbledon – ah, let’s see.

Misc+ – Something always comes up.


inbox today

My outlook inbox number was showing ‘1994’ today. I took a deep 10 second look at it and was quickly reminiscent of how life was, way back in 1994. These are few of what I remember – vaguely and hazily as I swept past nostalgia.

As any teenager, I was equally inquisitive, confused and overtly ambitious. Rounding off, I was as crazy as you were.

I wasn’t the era of IoT then, so life was simple with DD, brick games and lots of school friends. Then it wasn’t about being desirable, you had those friends. Period.

Watching a movie in theatre, eating out with dad’s money and wooing girls was the happening mantra then. You were judged by number of girlfriends you had and the swanky look you possessed. School rivalries were huge – as big as battle of plassey.

I was, in general terms, brilliant, non academically. Sports and Cinema were my steal breathers and I loved immersing myself in to intracacies. Not periodically, all the time. Sachin scored his first ODI century against the aussies and Sampras was reigning supreme. And I remember Dunga’s Brazil lifting the WC as Roberto Baggio’s penalty kick went berserk. Aamir and Salman were still young, emerging stars and their movies released in standard format of 4 shows a day in theatres and an iconic 70 mm screen. Jurassic Park was a rage and still running to packed houses. Dollar exchange rate was hovering around 31 rupees and the concept of inflation was still an alien concept to innocent minds.

The apartment we lived in, I went on to live there for 13 years. Neighbourhood, stores, flats, acquaintances, school, buddies, vegetable vendors. I was the king of the jungle.


Football is a game of legs and toes. Legs are skill, skill is talent, talent is attitude.
The fulfillment of putting the ball in to a rectangular netted box with the zeal to achieve, passion to excel and thrill to entertain is at a mercurial level for 11 fierce individuals. @msksmiles

Disparity of Roots

Once upon a time, in the long lost world of happiness, anguish and chaos, there lived 2 individuals who were raised and bred together. Yet, so gorgeously different.

Angel was a shy, submissive, reluctant girl who had her choices defined by her parents. She was extremely adorable and loved by all around her. It was imperative that she was the darling of her household and she receives the best in life from her equally caring parents though they are moderately employed. But they were a friendly couple and very helpful, hence they also drew considerable amount of respect from people around their neighbourhood.

Disturb was Angel’s neighbour and her best friend. Their parents were former colleagues and that gave both an opportunity to share a large part of their childhood together. They even went to the same school and shared their lunch boxes with each other. But Disturb was an arrogant boy. He often has tussles with local guys and is prone to fall in trouble. There have been instances when Angel has come to his rescue but that doesn’t stop him from messing around. Disturb’s father is a reputed businessman and is known name in around their place. That gives an edge to Disturb as he takes advantage of his father’s social reputation and gets away with his pranks.

Time flew, and the bonding between Angel and Disturb developed. Nothing platonic about the relationship but both had immense love and respect for each other. Yes, Angel disapproved his behaviour and attitude in an otherwise mutual relationship. As teenagers, Angel often guarded Disturb when he invited trouble and took the blame on her on number of occasions. But, such acts only intensified Disturb’s menacing character as he grew up to be a rude and indisciplined individual. He had the support of his father, who was less of a parent and more of a businessman who was ready to compensate any situation with money. This impressed Disturb but Angel quietly criticised it as she was bought up in a completely different household whose ecosystems where massively apart.

One fine morning, Angel’s father dies in an accident while commuting to work. Angel’s world turns upside down as she and her mother struggle to cope up with the sudden demise of their sole bread winner. Angel decides to work as that’s the only way out for their lives to redeem themselves out of this situation. Disturb does provide Angel with emotional support but he is too insensitive to come out of his lurch and think of providing some financial assistance to Angel and her family. But, Angel has no expectation from Disturb and his family.

Angel slowly takes the reins of her family on her shoulders, and gradually sets on her foot to stabilise the family situation. She also grows up to become a beautiful and pretty lady who is equally charming and kind. The discipline inculcated in her by her Father is something that caters to her rescue and she aptly adapts to the changing conditions around her. Disturb is completely immersed in his exploits and regarded as one of the mighty goons in the neighbourhood. He starts indulging in drugs, bad company, nocturnal activities and a set of paltry, opportunist friends who tag along for his Father’s money. His Father continues to bail Disturb out of nasty situations but gradually realises that he has a big stake in Disturb’s upbringing – hence the consequences but Disturb has now gone beyond his control.

In her workplace, Angel starts to flourish and is doing well for herself. She gets a promotion and a raise. She is going around steady with one of her colleagues, with whom she shares a special bond and both of them are quite fond of each other. Meanwhile, her relationship with Disturb cannot be termed as strained but certainly has distanced. Angel, for her part, has tried hard to get Disturb on the right track but his seminal instincts have had little or no inclinations towards Angel’s concerns for him as a human being alone, if not for anything else. They keep in touch, rather, Angel calls him once in a while to check if he is okay. His responses are usually rugged and minimal but Angel is by far the only person he responds or reacts to. His relationship with his Father is going the downtrodden way as he hardly lives with him and stays outdoors most of the week. In fact, it has come down to the point where Disturb’s father occasionally calls Angel to check if his son is doing okay. All this does pain Angel but she realises that she has done her bit and Disturb’s equilibrium lies in something else.

Angel’s mother passes away after a brief illness and this leaves Angel devastated. Her only source of inspiration and motivation has been her mother, who ensured that Angel lived a good life despite early setbacks in their lives. Angel decides to move out of her current residence, and she moves in with her boyfriend. Couple of months later, she comes to hear from common friends that Disturb has been arrested with charges of murder and conspiracy. She immediately calls his father as she is not sure if he is aware of Disturb’s plight. There is no response from him. She rushes to the police station but she is not allowed to meet Disturb in custody.

After few days, she gets the news that Disturb’s father is absconding and his business associates have no clue of what happened to him. It appears that they have not met him for few months and after Disturb’s arrest, the phone calls have stopped coming through. Police suspect that his disappearance and Disturb’s arrested might be connected. They are investigating the case as they feel there is more to it than what meets the eye. Disturb is still in judicial custody.

Angel is shocked and perturbed. With stories and rumours afloat, she is trying to comprehend the situation but feels all the more sorry for Disturb but she is helpless. She continues to live with her boyfriend in his apartment.

thought for the day

There is this predicament about human nature. You appear kind, concerned and interactive, you are labelled as an ‘Intruder’. When you are aloof, selfish and less-forthcoming, you are touted as ‘Self Obsessed’. Mix of both is difficult to find but a viable proposition. Independently, these attributes will cater to a specific set of audience and you will be the darling of select masses.
But, my point is more radical. Am I not the single biggest reason for people to adore and admire? Yes, am in love with myself, the sole reason for others to fall in love with me.

Mystic Remembrance

the vast land, glittering waters, submerged silence, the sound of sky. bulky clouds, stolen charm, staring castles, wet eyes.

famished beyond

If it’s rice, it has to be Biriyani. If it isn’t Biriyani, then you ought to be in a different planet. #thefoodieme

We are still fighting back..

Couple of weeks ago, I woke up to the dastardly act in Turkey that consumed valuable lives. Last week, the city of Dhaka was under fire.

Where are we heading towards? Are we moving at all or have the tragedies of incumbency stolen the sheen of human spirit away from us? Are we dying? Can we die? Can we let it go?

Over the years, I have seen governments and leaders fighting terror. The faces of terror have no names, no religion, no native. They exist as paranormal deficiencies of our versatile society. Our society and cultures we are so proud of. We are proud of what we have achieved as a human race, we admire and preserve our relationships, relationships that have taught us values, self esteem and the right to live life with dignity.
But, who are these carnivorous people who have become such a devilish threat to our own DNAs? What has bought them to bring wrath and fury amongst our own friends, relatives, acquaintances? What have we done so wrong that our clan is hell bent to destroy the very existence of our most valuable signatures?

It pains, yes, it pains to see that we are still fighting. Whom are we fighting – Imperialist, Communist, Extremist, Democrat..?? This situation is not a product of a face, it is the epitome of hatred and prejudice. Jealousy and insecurity. Envy and grudge. The ability to lose faith in ourselves is a dangerous journey, fatal when we decide to plague ourselves over human lives.

The very need to kill and massacre people/property to let others know you are right is a sign of self obsessed, diabolic and very ill mind who hopes to bring a change in this world with violence and discrimination.

We must stop talking about ‘safe’ places any more. Because, there is no safe place around. If something is safe, then it’s our country, our people, our society, our cultures, our value system that has given us all we have. Freedom, money, health, family – all this is acquired as a means of we being an individual who is empowered to stay alive and fight bravely. Our miseries will come to an end once we realise what we are fighting for. This fight is not for a cause, not for a purpose. This is the fight of supremacy, the fight within than the one that lurks outside. Start feeling safe inside, the outside world will salute you.

flashy notes

when it comes to ‘goodbye’, we become lavish contenders to admire and vent people around. But if we question the moment of truth, then an opportunist will be the winner of intrigue situations.