And her words crossed the bridges of mayhem

biting those that protest

her victory makes her thump her chest

may her daughter outshine her own blood & flesh

the one she chose to keep within

the one she hid from this barbaric world

only so she could mother the abandoned

who would breathe rings of fire

for your newborns to leap through

you dare call them an orphan Sir

you dare pray for them

Instead call her a witch as she cursed God

who trembled at her sight

a witch a man chose to leave

for he wanted his own “blood & flesh”

who would only grow to be like their father

a timid follower of the holy texts

of the blindfolded God

of what the books read



and the bridges echoed the words she said

and scrolls wrote in permanent ink

“blood & flesh are what fools seek

the wise look for their soul in another”


While there are many who left me

with nothing

but the familiarity of their skin

or how hugging them feels

they do not know

that them leaving

only made me stronger

that each leaving became my horcrux

that I thrive on sadness

that sniffing their memories

gives me a high

that these tears that run

are acid

and if you come close

you’ll burn yourself

and that while everyone left

I got busy

trying to learn

the actions of the

people who left


I did the exact opposite

and I rebelled

By staying

I spoke to a word

I expected a miracle

I thought it would change my life

I waited for this word

To act

I prayed everyday

I said “Please, word”

I said “Thank you”

This word became a friend

I talked to word for hours

I was made to believe that

This word listens

Word has ears

I was also told that this word is a “he”

By a man

Which is another word

I lost myself to this word

I got attached

Till one day I realized

We don’t talk anymore

This word was jealous

“He” didn’t like that I made other friends

But I didn’t care

Because I put so much pressure

On this word

To do things

To use power

To save me

When all it could do

Is be

Lifeless and still

Word has it

It was just a word

Waiting to come out

As one






As my soul burnt

its flames engulfed you

keeping you safe in that quiet corner

even though people outside

yelled and screamed

but my flames burnt their hands

without touching you


only to see that you had all the power

to walk right through the fire

and with a gesture as simple as this


my flames froze

for a while

until my soul

with that last spark it had left

lifted the ice

off its chest

and set a goddamn fire

and there were flames all over again


all waiting to burn you

and reduce your audacity

to ashes




Hi guys

I have been procrastinating a lot lately. But right now, it’s 2:10 am in India and here I am all willing to write a review that I thought of writing a month back. Just so you guys know, I love ads and I often admire the creativity and sheer brilliance that goes into making one. However, there are a few ads that grab my attention and make me question the makers “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!” Well, this is one of them.

Also, this ad can be creepy and funny at the same time. So here it goes. RUPA is a company hailing from India which primarily produces and sells inner wear . It also operates a brand called RUPA TORRIDO that offers thermal wear, specifically designed to protect you during winter. (hahhaha, Bombay and winter?!)


I have one word


So there is a polar bear who can talk and a few mannequins standing here and there wearing RUPA TORRIDO sweaters and thermal shit. And the ad begins with the polar bear saying “Sardiyo se bachne ke liye…” in a very creepy voice. (Translates to “To protect yourself during winter…”



So our HERO polar bear clearly does not know what touching without consent is (rather pinching). LOOK AT THOSE CLAWS!!



He says these words”stretchable itna ki kabhi dheela nahi padta…HMMMMM” Translates to ” It’s so stretchable, it never loosens……HMMMMM” NOTICE WHEN HE SAYS HMMMM. It’s GROSS AF.

I have no words. Except that it reminds me of literally ANY romantic Bollywood movie ever.


Close enough. Just add children there…



Ok so our polar bear is getting super horny. I mean WHAT THE EFF IS THAT?! No words, absolutely no words. Hey polar bear, you clearly don’t understand the concept of boundaries. And hey, isn’t the idea to keep people warm and not let them freeze to death by unzipping their shirts?!






Seriously though, what were you guys thinking?!


I have pondered upon this for years. Growing up, our parents asked us to be thankful to God for everything we have. We were force-fed with bitter gourd and turmeric milk while we sat there listening to them rant about homeless people across the street and how they have nothing. This is what I call the “Comparison Method” where you compare your lifestyle with that of the less fortunate and basically be grateful for the life God has “gifted” you and not him/her. What a selfish way to make yourself feel better? Don’t you think?

I mean come on, the guy is already leading a miserable life and you conveniently use his misery to make yourself feel better? Forget charity when you can’t resist destroying the man’s last ounce of dignity ( of him being human) just so you could selfishly quench your thirst to feel better. I say these guys should be paid for rendering this secret service to every passerby on the street. I say thank you homeless people.

As a kid, you might recall liking a toy and nagging your mom to buy it, who unfortunately did not pay any heed to your tantrums. Or those times when you were forced to wear a sweater during winter? Each of these episodes might be followed with your parents rambling about how fortunate you are and to appreciate every little thing you have. They compared us to homeless people who had no clothes to protect them during winter and definitely no toys to play with.

Everyone goes through rough days but homeless people lead a rough LIFE filled with countless difficult days. So how do these guys manage to get through? They have no home, no clothes and barely get any food to eat. Let’s say that if you’re having a rough day, you would go out chilling with your friends, watch a movie or just cook something for yourself. The question is what can homeless people do to feel a little (if not a lot) better about their self? Let’s explore:

A] Go to the beach/park

B] Sleep

C] Spend the money he/she has been saving up to get food

D] Have sex (which means more children since they can’t afford contraceptives) 

E] Sing

F] Exercise

G] Go to places (if possible) like Carter Road, Bandra which usually hosts music concerts that are generally free and open to everyone. So homeless people living there are certainly entertained.

And other things I can’t talk about.

Note that we have no benchmark to compare the lifestyle of homeless people with. You can imagine a homeless kid throwing a fit for a toy he/she desperately wants and their parents just telling them “NO”… and that’s it. No comparisons with the less fortunate because unfortunately they are the less fortunate. They can’t even use school or homework to divert the attention of their kids. What will only work is “Go play with your friends!” or tell them a joke or help them develop hobbies such as bird-watching in the open sky….?

To conclude, I don’t think we need a comparison system to make us feel better. I suggest refraining from comparisons and using the same tactics such as distracting kids with a toy he/she already has(yes fortunately you had more than one) or helping them develop hobbies- something that spells out their individuality and basically use anything that already exists in his/her life only without trespassing onto others’.