Saturday, December 31, 2016

The Three Wise Monkeys: Review from a candid pen!

Language is my gateway to literature! As a linguist, before I get to understand the literature of the text, I like to see how much the text welcomes me through its language.

The single most driving force in this Jeet Gian’s text was its ‘present wit’. The language unfolds the academic debacle of Amar, Akbar and Anthony in a perennially humourous way.

The main characters are not just easy to remember but they seamlessly leave an indelible impression on the reader’s mind through the contextual nature of their names—the innate Bollywood connection.

The text does not refer but alludes to various moments of smiles—sometimes to Amitabh Bachchan (for promoting Kutch) and sometimes to Prime Minister Narendra Modi (for making the world believe in it as a peaceable region).

The story plot does not just roam around these three grappling-to-be chartered accountants, it also lends itself to the day-to-day trauma of a surviving middle-class individual. The story does not unveil the monetary turmoil in their life but it also explores the fear that can be a human condition.

The free-wheeling nature of the three protagonists is roped with the underlying theme of their friendship. The mention of Leopold Café, Mumbai, post the terror attack vaguely but certainly hints at the indomitable spirit of Mumbaikars.

My recommendation to the novel is not merely on the point that it has the verve, vigour and vitality to grip you as a reader, but I suggest you to read this to have a laugh in between the witty metaphors that begin at page 1 and end at page 400.  

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

myDaily Meal: Decoding good health!

Health and meal do not exist in separate playfields!  

Grappling with bad health, I delayed this review for long until myDaily Meal accidentally slipped into my hands when I reached out to grab some book titles.

Since the work at hand was already a head spinner, I chose to look the other way but a certain one-liner caught my eye—‘perfect meal in 1 minute’.

As a linguist, myDaily Meal suddenly imposed upon my interest and I felt no burden to read on…

The next claim fascinated me some more--healthiest meal you can ever have. So without further deliberations, I chose to indulge…

I prepared a myDaily Meal in my gym shaker and took a swig. The greatest assessment of a health product is when you place it in testing waters! And I did the same. Within five minutes, body responded to the myDaily Meal intake. I felt a surge of vitality returning to my routine-ridden existence.

For me, things can be a turn off if they don’t taste good. Thankfully, myDaily Meal scored a brownie point even there. The meal is available in an array of flavours and is delectable to your tastebuds. 

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Her Resurrection- A Review

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Feminism is not a fad but intent, not a cult but a religion in India. 'Her Resurrection' by Soumyadeep Koley is not merely a harbinger of harsh realities to fore, but it is the undying spirit of women that survive the dogmas and refuse to succumb under the bigoted faiths. 

Maya among the likes of Kumar and Shittuppam, is not just another protagonist helping to unfold a story plot; it is instead the pull back of the male skin to unfold the grave and grotesque misdemeanours of men.

Often, I have snubbed and sidelined the entity of feminism as a part and parcel stemming from the pragmatic discourse of intellectuals. However, Soumadeep with his tale of Maya has not only brought out the catharsis post rape but a catalysis of reactions that gains momentum when a young girl chooses to defy the contemporary societal norms and refuses to be a pariah in the course of her endless trauma.

I can take you through the day-to-day impediments of Maya and share all her travails but what good is a beautiful text if not read but seen only from the eclipsed view of a reviewer. People like Shittuppam and Kumar are not individual characters menacing the very existence of Maya in the text, but they are everyday metaphors of menace against the rebels like Maya who refuse to kneel down before their oppressors.

The voice of Maya, regardless of caste and creed, is the strong voice of the suppressed subaltern community. In the text, the curse called dowry mocks and jeers at the idea of a progressive India when a minor wails to study and the inebriated father thrashes her if she chooses to open her mouth against ‘his will’.

Even the idea of a teacher is flayed when he stands against education and questions: so now, you wish to study more than me, girl? And, that wasn’t a question at all! It was education lampooned and Maya ridiculed.

‘Her Resurrection’ is a seething attack on the questionable mindsets of males. To me as a linguist, the text is not just a story but a mission that uncovers the atrocities against women to achieve honour for them instead. 

Join his social-media effort at: and let us make ‘her resurrection’ possible by honouring her essence.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Rustom (2016) - Movie Review

Rustom Pavri. A decorated naval commander is taken to trial, or in better expression, was taken to trial for shooting three bullets into the chest of his wife’s lover. Or, is it? Is the plot this obvious? So, a man’s ego is upset over wife’s deception but was there a greater game afoot? Rustom answers it all. The plot is seemingly loose towards the first half when the scenes grapple to clinch a maturing. 

The seeds of a murder, a trial and a confession are sown towards the beginning. Director Tinu Suresh perhaps has loosened the characters to unfold on their own until the second half of the script where the action begins to gain momentum and people begin to suspect multiple issues. Was it a premeditated murder of a shady businessman or a crime of passion committed in the spur of the moment?

With this thought wreaking havoc in audience, Akshay Kumar playing the lead role of the naval commander and interestingly who projects a slight shade of a spurned lover in the first half begins to appear cool, calm and collected during his own trial. This transition baffles the viewers.

Rustom is a man who shows that honour of a lady conquers all animalistic emotions of could-be violence on spouse. The movie is not merely an entertainer for box office collections but a flick with a moral message for men in the contemporary era. Even when, Akshay Kumar gets to know of his wife’s indiscretion, he stands before her with pain in his gaunt but refuses to lift a finger on her character.

He repeats his gentleman-like gesture when he refuses to hire a lawyer for himself because he could not smear his wife’s character to defend his own. In a nutshell, the movie is not just about the intent of a gallant naval officer but about the undaunted values inherent in the Indian Navy.

Sunday, October 18, 2015


Silken her voice
i secretly rejoice
Saw a smile
Wanna kiss this while
She barely knows
But i hide the woes
Accessed her before she allowed
grabbed her before she bowed
Blast from the past,
Bed is where she’s cast.
Tossed she lays,
through lips she pays.
Animal is my love
so tempting is the curve
in arms she swerve
Delhi en vogue is the latest swerve!
Grab you gently
pretend that u no longer wait intently
You flick those locks
then are emotions i box
  I found them in the docks
Dolled u appear
I zip & u bare
tell you,
nothing to fear
When silence your ‘no’
U already ‘know’
Rage u calls
Peace u pine
I feast on fiesty
now u lie on the dine
Like lock swallows key
Stop! U never make a plea
More, more, more
I’m your!

touched in lust
Hushed in lips
pert in hips
sex jumps from first
now, far from rust.
Da virgin quits to trust...
Heat in breath
Passion in sound

She waits to score
pen down,
 hate me to core
but now, I write no more...


Tuesday, November 5, 2013


 Ouch! She said in fear
Something I couldn't bear

She fell off the bike,
Never touched the ground
I held her that day,
today her thoughts surround

It was a roadkill, allright
I was the one who died.
She had screamed in fright
The street saw it.
I saved her with all my might.

Funny the saviour died that noon
who cares. . .
I saw my moon in that noon

I brought my poison home,
and home-alone we were,
she wrote my palms,
while she slid in my arms

Oh! I saw her eyes,
yet again,
They could always kill.
Priceless my love,
never came with a bill

Now she ain't here,
I couldn't bear
I am flipped.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Beginning of the End-I

Beginning was a beauty when it began,
Age was adolescence,
and improper was my stand.

Beginning of the end: never thought it would come,
End has begun,
Personal interest have drained all the fun.

Walk the talk was always what i did.
Interaction died,
there's a misery i always hid.

WOW became WOES,
and nobody knows.

In the end, there is nothing.
not even words.

I bring a spark to burn the boredom,
the darkness is too heavy,
when i woke my senses were numb.

Here i lie spread-eagled before you.
motionless as i lay,
I knew u would never stay....