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Broken Window; Lost Dreams
The following poem is on a subject which is too close to my heart; Human Trafficking.
Broken Window, Lost Dreams
Taken away from the threshold of the familiar ground,
Her childhood sold to a poacher of flesh.
She cried, she bled, she struggled till she turned blue,
The monsters didn't leave her even when they were through.
"You're our investment" they said, passing her on to the next customer,
Tattered and bruised, they went, dragging her,
Along.
All left was a soulless body, thrown away for the day,
"You'll feel nothing, It will be fine", each time, they'd say.
Left Alone in the dark room, each night after the ordeal was over,
Holding herself tight, motionless, she would stand in the corner.
All that the room had was a Broken Window,
Unkempt, withered, a mirror image of her, kept for show.
Years have passed since, she is now old and battered.
Still she looks through that same old Broken Window,
Thinking of all that the walls around her know.
and the terrible secrets that they both share,
threatened by the shadows of her own nightmare,
Lying on the bed, she doesn't have much time to spare.
The doctors say she has what is incurable,
she's alive, till the virus is stable.
Her life has been nothing except for the "Investment" they said she was.
Years lost, innocence corrupted before their prime,
Some dreams forgotten, she was a girl, that was her sole crime.
All that would be left- Same Broken Window and Some Lost Dreams.
© Dipannita Saha, 2011
Broken Window, Lost Dreams
Taken away from the threshold of the familiar ground,
Her childhood sold to a poacher of flesh.
She cried, she bled, she struggled till she turned blue,
The monsters didn't leave her even when they were through.
"You're our investment" they said, passing her on to the next customer,
Tattered and bruised, they went, dragging her,
Along.
All left was a soulless body, thrown away for the day,
"You'll feel nothing, It will be fine", each time, they'd say.
Left Alone in the dark room, each night after the ordeal was over,
Holding herself tight, motionless, she would stand in the corner.
All that the room had was a Broken Window,
Unkempt, withered, a mirror image of her, kept for show.
Years have passed since, she is now old and battered.
Still she looks through that same old Broken Window,
Thinking of all that the walls around her know.
and the terrible secrets that they both share,
threatened by the shadows of her own nightmare,
Lying on the bed, she doesn't have much time to spare.
The doctors say she has what is incurable,
she's alive, till the virus is stable.
Her life has been nothing except for the "Investment" they said she was.
Years lost, innocence corrupted before their prime,
Some dreams forgotten, she was a girl, that was her sole crime.
All that would be left- Same Broken Window and Some Lost Dreams.
© Dipannita Saha, 2011
Untitled...
She takes a deep breath as she decides to write the story of her life,
Rummaging through all that she once reluctantly had left behind.
Of the empty cups of coffee and the sleepless nights,
And those songs she wrote once upon a time.
Some silent screams and the ear-splitting whispers.
The memories of the rain and the warmth of the winter.
The fables from the forlorn pages of her life,
Stuffed somewhere between all the storms and the chaos.
The tale of a lovely dream she once weaved,
The dream which now she has burnt and buried.
"Juxtaposition of your dusk and my dawn,
Your favorite dreams and my worst nightmares,
As I lose myself in the abyss of my present,
Picking up the remains of my past,
You stay alive with me.
I play hide and seek in your dreams,
Trying to weave some for my own,
A story so familiar to us, of us, of happy times,
Of past and the future that will never come,
You stay alive with me.
I pick up the stones that once help me carve,
the reality I once loved, now bleed me dry.
I might smile to people around but,
all my heart does is cry.
Even the tears that flow carries your name,
Reminding me the memories we shared,
and some that we left to fade away.
You stay alive with me with every breath that I take.
Years after when you arrive on my funeral,
Putting the soil on my casket and the rose on my grave,
And you hold your tears back,
I hope that you say,
"You stay alive with me"".
She left the story at the bedpost,
Kissing him and his memories for that last time,
May be not a future together, but she'll always have,
that 1st kiss they shared,
the piece from his fave mug that she broke,
the tee-shirt from his cup-board that she took.
the memories of their first fight, the 1st holiday,
The pictures she clicked he has no idea about,
Bills from all the dates they went together.
So many memories, so much of love,
Amidst all he'll always be alive with her.
© Dipannita Saha, 2011
Rummaging through all that she once reluctantly had left behind.
Of the empty cups of coffee and the sleepless nights,
And those songs she wrote once upon a time.
Some silent screams and the ear-splitting whispers.
The memories of the rain and the warmth of the winter.
The fables from the forlorn pages of her life,
Stuffed somewhere between all the storms and the chaos.
The tale of a lovely dream she once weaved,
The dream which now she has burnt and buried.
"Juxtaposition of your dusk and my dawn,
Your favorite dreams and my worst nightmares,
As I lose myself in the abyss of my present,
Picking up the remains of my past,
You stay alive with me.
I play hide and seek in your dreams,
Trying to weave some for my own,
A story so familiar to us, of us, of happy times,
Of past and the future that will never come,
You stay alive with me.
I pick up the stones that once help me carve,
the reality I once loved, now bleed me dry.
I might smile to people around but,
all my heart does is cry.
Even the tears that flow carries your name,
Reminding me the memories we shared,
and some that we left to fade away.
You stay alive with me with every breath that I take.
Years after when you arrive on my funeral,
Putting the soil on my casket and the rose on my grave,
And you hold your tears back,
I hope that you say,
"You stay alive with me"".
She left the story at the bedpost,
Kissing him and his memories for that last time,
May be not a future together, but she'll always have,
that 1st kiss they shared,
the piece from his fave mug that she broke,
the tee-shirt from his cup-board that she took.
the memories of their first fight, the 1st holiday,
The pictures she clicked he has no idea about,
Bills from all the dates they went together.
So many memories, so much of love,
Amidst all he'll always be alive with her.
© Dipannita Saha, 2011
No One Killed Jessica!!
"After almost 8 years of turmoil, she finally got what she and her family deserved. JUSTICE"
"Delhi is about Power, aur Power sirf taqatwar logo ke haath hoti hai.. AAm aadmi ke paas hoti hai to sirf use sehne ki aadat.. This was a fact but I was not ready to live with it." The movie starts off with 'What is Delhi?', the narrator Meera Gaity, a renowned journalist of NDTV which I believe is the spoof on Barkha Dutt (Kargil coverage) tells how she could never understand the city and its people though being brought up there, the visuals of the typical 'delhiites' getting in to fights on trivial things, the roads making you oh so nostalgic, sometimes for the very wrong reasons too!!
The movie moves on with a steady pace gripping the audience on what's going to happen next, often keeping you unmoved with its nail-biting sequences. As a fast pace crime thriller it totally does justice to the true story where a 34-year-old Jessica Lall was shot brutally when she refused to serve the 'power inebriated' spoiled Manu Sharma.
The first half of the story takes you on a ride of truth in the world of the 'Rich and Corrupted' and the ordeal of the common man stuck into the whirlpool of complexities. The background score makes every scene having a much larger impact as you get sucked into this mystery. Amit Trivedi *bows down* does an awesome job on the Dilli track, I kept on singing it through out the movie, even all the way in the metro, pissing off many people I guess (they kept on giving me weird looks, yea fine I can't sing Salla).
Rani Mukherjee, now who said she has taken an ultimate exile from B-town? She sure is back and that too with a bang, as Meera Gaity an amazing news-hounding 'bitch' journalist who can't control herself from spewing curses to get her work done, another impeccable performance was of Vidya Balan as Sabrina Lall, an ordinary lass who tirelessly fights for justice for her sister. Her simplicity, the dialog delivery, body language, her silent screams, her tears would make you feel what Sabrina must have really felt and stealing your heart away in the process. "kya kisi ki zindagi ki keemat, itni kam hai hamari country mein?" this question really shakes you up..
Myra, the newcomer, does not that bad a performance as Jessica, in fact I would say she was indeed one of the highlights of the movie other than the part of Jessica's mother played by Geeta Sudan also the part of the Police Officer played by Rajesh Sharma is just immaculate. The script till the first half is totally flawless though I felt the second half lacked something, it missed a certain fervor it had sustained earlier.
Its sad, will make you feel totally agitated due to all the wrong that is there in our system and how the 'aam aadmi' is always the victim and his tireless trials and tribulation in order to strive what he deserves.
Its true that 'Justice Delayed is indeed Justice Denied' but it is at least some justice!
The movie is a MUST WATCH for everybody, though it would make you feel disgusted about the judiciary and the trend of 'If you are rich then you can get away with anything', still lights a ray of hope to keep on fighting. Also the movie projects Media on a positive side, makes me happy (me being a media student), the fact that we, the people who are the part of Media, can do things in a right way if we keep aside our own selfish desire to get high TRPs.
Rajkumar Gupta does it again after the much acclaimed Aamir!!
No One Killed Jessica surely nailed it!!!
*hums Aali Re.. Saali Re.... Muh khole to Gaali Re*( shit even my mom is giving the similar weird looks)
Ra.One or Two. Who cares? I don't!!!
It is the latest movie starring Sharukh Khan, Kareena Kapoor, Arjun Ram Pal, Shahana Goswami and Tom Wu. It is supposed to be one mega-movie, I know why it wouldn't be Sharukh Khan is in it, according to his fans he can make even a Idiotic Low Grade movie a blockbuster (well thats what the audience and the makers of this 'sci-fi supposedly super-awesome' movie hope!!) (Ya Right)
But you know what My question is?
Whats wrong with Bollywood? seriously I mean WHAT IS WRONG?
What is this sudden fixation with the word Rawan? Whats the sudden obsession to make movies or rather I should say moolah from low grade sci-fi (which they think are sci-fi but are totally just wastage)?
There have been so many lately some were good though but the others BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
There was -
1) Koi Mill Gaya ; despite of being a poor copy of ET, it was nice in its own way. Superb acting by Hritik, wonderful direction and music score, nice action, all and all a nice package.. I enjoyed it!! everybody did...
2) Alag ; anybody remember this movie? gosh I do, I mean I think I do.. all that comes in my mind whenever I think about this movie is what was the director thinking? I guess there was Diya Mirza in it (now what was she thinking?) and a guy (don't remember and I don't even care to look him up on google to find who he was, WHY HE WAS!!)
3) Krishh ; sequel to Koi mill gya, couldn't do much on the box office except for the fact that Hritik was there as the son of the Koi Mill gya Hritik (typical bollywood ishtyle to make the son look exact copy of the father, father he never met!!)
4) Love Story 2050; Man!! this movie sucked, it sucked so much that I dozed off within 20 minutes of the start of it.. Harman Baweja (WHAT WAS HE THINKING? THAT HE CAN ACT?)
5) Alladin; Jaquelin Fernandes (who is she? *scratches head* oh yea the Srilankan beauty or something), Ritesh Deshmukh (do me a favour, STOP ACTING) and Amitabh Bachhan .. Oh yea and Sanjay Dutt I guess.. I have no words for this movie just *gag*...
6) Jaane Kaha Se Aayi Hai ; Ye Movie kyu banayi hai? this is what I kept asking myself!! again *gag*
7) Robot; *faints while thinking about this movie* man!! I mean WHAT??? And the SONGS? are they really songs or jokes? Yes I am well aware its 'the RajniKant' !! but still give me a BREAK!!!
I know I have missed out on many such blunders, I intended to, It was a torture remembering some of these bullshits!!!
And now this Ra.One.. I mean common haven't we seen enough of sci-fi bullshit? Just because Koi Mill Gya was such a sucess that doesnt mean we can pass any bull shit for a movie.. Koi Mill Gya was some class man!!
But yes All I hope now is that Film makers do wake up and start making some nice movies..
Advice- PLEASE STOP TRYING YOUR HAND AT SCI-FI!!
( *to myself* I wish none of my friends take me to watch this shit)
Adiose!!!
-- Dipannita Saha
Bidding Adieu 2010
Another year came to an end, another will start which obviously will end too.. Its so sad and mundane..
sigh..
was going through all that has happened in this year, have been extremely happy, sometimes down in the dumps, sometimes so lonely that I almost tried ending my life.
Had some amazing fun with my friends/family, had huge fights too..
It has always been the extremes with me, I guess.. And then again I totally remain clueless today as of what have I gained, What have I lost? I didn't manage anything efficiently this year, nothing, time, my relationships, myself, my studies.. Did I waste another year of my existence?
I got a text from my brother asking what was my year like? good or bad? Did I learn anything? What do I expect from the year 2011?
I couldn't reply to him at all.. I don't know the answer myself. how has the year been? I don't know, mixed I guess, with all the extremities anyone can imagine. Its been good and bad at the same time. I learnt a lot this year, I learnt how deceitful people can be, how I always have to look closely to everything but then to contradict this thought of mine I also learned that its better to be in the illusion of something rather knowing the truth.. no matter how deceitful the other person is, have this thing in your mind that you are better off knowing the reality.
Have low expectations and again I contradict myself by dreaming big.
sigh.. What extremes, see again extremes..
No, not everything is this negative with me, there have been moments I will be reminiscing them as they are gone and will never come back, those stroll down the memory lane to relive those times I have been happy...
I don't know what I expect from 2011, I hope I do get into a good college in masters, I hope the people who are close to me remain close and never leave (obviously there's no guarantee to it), I hope everybody is happy and am happy too.
I don't know what all to ask for, I don't know what 2011 is gonna bring for me? Peace? Turmoil? Heartbreak? Gratification? Vacuum?
I just hope am strong & prepared enough for whatever it has in store for me..
All I can think of is this song... " Zindagi kaisi hai ye paheli haye.. Kabhi to Hasaye... Kabhi ye Rulaye..'(Oh what a mystery this life is, sometimes it makes us laugh, sometimes it makes us cry)
Amen!!
-- Dipannita Saha
An awful Interview
Introduction: Hi this is Abhishek Sahu, the almighty himself (if you think otherwise, I don’t give a shit to your opinion!) and the co-author of this blog though I seldom write here!! One good question may bob up in your head that: Why I’m not writing or posting it in my blog? Answer to this is simple- Female bloggers have more readers :). Now enough about me, girls who wanna know more can mail me and guys- common you’re not faggots!!
Well here I’m posting an interview, which I took, of a fat, ugly and self-centred bitch and believe me after the interview I felt like hitting someone on balls to vent my frustration out.
Some stuffs you should know before hand:
Bitch’s name: Jugni Misra.
Location: Under the open sky, in front of a roadside tea stall.
Tea with Abhi (Coffee is unaffordable)
Me: Hiee Jugni! Glad you could make it for the Interview.
JM: No No! its ok, I hardly move my heavy bum outside my house so..
Me: whatev! As if I care.
*In the mean time tea arrived, but only for me. *
Me: You have to pay for your own Tea. Order if u want, anyways looking at your size you gotta buy the whole fucking kettle.
JM: *giggles*
Me: No am serious here. Anyways what are your hobbies?
JM: Well I like going on dates, I’ve dated almost every fucking faggot in and out skirts of this city. Apart from that..
Me: STFU! Dating is a hobby for you?! In dictionary look for letter “l” then “I” then “f” then “e”, you’ll find a word called life! How can u be so fucking lame?!
JM: *Giggles again*
Me: Stop Giggling, why don’t you get killed! Anyways, your greatest achievement?
JM: Lost 2 kgs in 2 years! Ain’t it just awesome?
*Me looking somewhere else, trying hard to not to listen to the brain fucking shit*
Me: Greatest failure?
JM: I gained that 2 kilos in a single meal, in a wedding party, but believe me I like to eat like dog whenever I go to marriages lol!!
Me: You should re-evaluate your purpose of existence. Are you always this lame?
Greatest disappointment?
JM: Once I scored lowest in my college but…
Me: Okhh so you’re career oriented?
JM: No, No! You’re wrong that’s not my greatest, you didn’t let me complete the sentence, actually my greatest disappointment came few days back when a friend of mine deleted me from her facebook account just because I updated my status as “I am the fatty bitch, beware of me!”
Me: You should be blocked from facebook and hate communities should be made against you. No seriously you suck!
JM: Hey is this interview going to be published on filmfare magazine?
Me: NO!! Not even in those cheap hindi porn magazines!
Your favourite outfit?
JM: Well I am this fat so hardly I have any options. So Salwar Kameez all the time, but to look kewl sometime I wear “tailor stitched” jeans below the salwar. Hardly any company made jeans fit me, lol! Hehe you must be thinking how lame I am, lol!!
Me: Well not anymore, and stop saying lol so frequently I feel like am being hanged by my balls, btw do you know whats lol?!
JM: Er.. No *shows me her tongue*.
Me: Ok leave it you’re a constipated soul anyways. Your dream job?
JM: What Blow..
Me: No… I mean your dream JOB! Not your bloddy fucking gross fantasies. Ok leave this too, tell me how many friends you have?
JM: I have hmmm… *thinking* four no no five actually. You know all of them earn while they learn.
Me: That’s seriously good. What sort of work they do?
JM: Well its like they’re professional escorts.
Me: Escorts? As in?
JM: *Comes closer to me and whispers in my ears* Arey baba Hookers you idiot. Should I book one for you *winks*, don’t worry just for free, you took my interview na that’s why.
Me: What the fuck are you talking? You bloody fucking asshole just shut the fuck up.
JM: *eyes filled with tears* You could have said that politely.
Me: Just Fuck off from here, enough talking.
JM: But don’t you want my address and phone number?
Me: *laughing so loudly that it scared all the stray dogs around* You’re so fat that I can track u up on my google map, and start loosing weight, you’re a walking human time bomb and a big reason for global warming.
Now will just fuck off!
JM: *offers hand shake* Are we meeting again?
Me: *Rudely ignoring handshake* No bitch we aren’t!
*Her phone rings*
JM: Hello?
Something Something shit on the other side.
JM: hmmm, no customers right now? So pick me up from Chandni Chowk!
*I ran from there till my feet started bleeding*
-- Abhishek Sahu
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