Klash of the Konfessioners

January 31, 2009


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    1. Having or giving off heat; capable of burning.

    2. Being at a high temperature.

  1. Being at or exhibiting a temperature that is higher than normal or desirable: a hot forehead.

  2. Causing a burning sensation, as in the mouth; spicy: hot peppers; a hot curry.

    1. Charged or energized with electricity: a hot wire.

    2. Radioactive, especially to a dangerous degree.

    1. Marked by intensity of emotion; ardent or fiery: a hot temper.

    2. Having or displaying great enthusiasm; eager: hot for travel.

    1. Informal. Arousing intense interest, excitement, or controversy: a hot new book; a hot topic.

    2. Informal. Marked by excited activity or energy: a hot week on the stock market.

    3. Violent; raging: a hot battle.

  3. Slang. Sexually excited or exciting.

  4. Slang.

    1. Recently stolen: a hot car.

    2. Wanted by the police: a hot suspect.

  5. Close to a successful solution or conclusion: hot on the trail.

  6. Informal.

    1. Most recent; new or fresh: a hot news item; the hot fashions for fall.

    2. Currently very popular or successful: one of the hottest young talents around.

    3. Requiring immediate action or attention: a hot opportunity.

  7. Slang. Very good or impressive. Often used in the negative: I’m not so hot at math.

  8. Slang. Funny or absurd: told a hot one about the neighbors’ dog.

  9. Slang.

    1. Performing with great skill and daring: a hot drummer.

    2. Having or characterized by repeated successes: a player who is on a hot streak.

    3. Fast and responsive: a hot sports car.

    4. Unusually lucky: hot at craps.

  10. Music. Of, relating to, or being an emotionally charged style of performance marked by strong rhythms and improvisation: hot jazz.

  11. Bold and bright.

Miracle Drug (116)

She wakes up at 7 am to the strains of Beethoven. Her eyes still closed, and arms stretched in a princess-like fashion, she expects to feel the first rays infusing her person with a delicate glow. An imaginary camera in the top-left corner of her room inspires the over dramatisation. The rays do not come. She moves on to the next ‘scene’, albeit slightly disturbed by the deviance. Gliding through her perfectly designed ‘set’ of a bedroom, she opens the window and waits for the cool breeze to sift through her hair. A blast of hot construction air hits her instead. She stares at the freshly cemented bricks, and wails. Her story is over. Life begins.


Sarang Mahajan(120)


Jimmy bit his tongue as soon as he said that. But no use, the new girl at the café halted a table ahead and turned.

‘Excuse me?’

‘No! I mean my coffee s hot!’

‘Is it? Despite all that ice floating in it?’

‘Err… yeah. That’s why I put ice in it. I mean…,’

Her sharp eyes unsettled Jimmy. So he dropped the gaze and swallowed. Screwed am I? This place isn’t for the lonely geeks like me, he thought.

‘Stop staring!’

Jimmy jumped! ‘No, I wasn’t staring. God promise!’

The girl giggled. ‘Come on, tell the truth. What’s hot?’

‘Okay… I… meant you are… hot!’

‘Hmm!’ She joined Jimmy. ‘In that case… you owe me a coffee, hot.’

Manoj Singh (104)

“Wasn’t she hot,” she overheard them as she was leaving.

She stopped to think.
Nothing about her was hot.
An ailing father waiting for the much needed operation,
A younger brother expelled from school for not depositing the fee,
Dilapidated house to be vacated unless she paid the rent this week,
Unemployed, despite all efforts she couldn’t get one.
No friends, they had stopped recognizing her.
Every aspect of her life was cold.
She looked at her image in the mirror hanging in the lobby.
“Hi Hotty” she laughed and went out.

“Yes buddy, hot, and at 5000 bucks a night, pretty cheap too.”


Rush.Me (110)

She sat down, on the dry, cracking earth,
Wrapped in red and shimmer…
Thought, looking at the burning CD
Is this, what would become of her??
She waited, amidst the warm yellows,
For that smoldering, assuring touch…
Heard the silent scuffle of the feet,
Trembling temptations, rousing her up.

Her red Gucci watch shone 2 am, when
She stood near the hot oven…
The warm breath burned her soul, tearing the dark night,
She realized it was just her dream, unwoven.

It was a hot sultry night, she gave up
Her virginity in lieu for some respect…
Now the humid, thundering rain cleansed
Her soul, hoping for a future perfect…


The Red Ronin(114)


The letters scream out at me as I surf,
grabbing my attention without hesitation.
Teen, Mature, BBW, Latino, Asian, Black?
What’s your fancy mate? they ask me
Like their very reason for existence is me.

The buttons start clicking to a tune ancient
Am I writing this piece or i it being written?
‘Makhtub’ said the voice. It is written.
The cosmos spins out of control as I stare.

My harem swirls around like a galaxy glorious.
Stars of every size and shape and color and style,
Having made my choice, was it ever mine? I wonder..
I walk away into oblivion with her hot tush leading;
Into the hole whence I sprung.


Scribbler (108 )

Hamlet of Blind Faith

I opened up to a crestfallen land as I kipped
Alien to the green and serene
No matter how far my vision could tramp
It seemed to me a cursed, barren plane

Blind faith, like a hot sun, scorched and pierced the earth’s facade
Stomping everything that lifted its head towards the blue
Everybody seemed blinded and deprived by original thoughts
A sepia tone wore Its terrain and the tenants

Hordes of idols looked down upon me from every corner
As I wandered in those boulevards
On a quest to quench my thirst I set forward
But every well overflowed with nickels and quarters


Pratik Bubna (79)

Whats Hot?
Whats not?
The coffee one had early morning
The fireplace used last evening
Obama and Osama, Recession , Inflation
Raj Thakeray’s temper, MNS’s agitation
Manmohan’s Bypass, Parliamentary Fight,
Beaches at Goa, quite a hot sight
Klash’s latest word
Pritiviraj Chauhan’s sword
Sorry, nothing else seemed to rhyme,
Voters prepared for elections this time.
A warm winter of 37 degrees,
Urban socialite’s white pedigrees,
Unusual fight with a friend,
A b-grade movie’s c-grade end,
Thats Hot
Whats Not??

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