Klash of the Konfessioners

April 5, 2011


Filed under: Uncategorized — The Musketeers @ 3:54 pm



Kshitiz (120)

Words erupted into the loud speaker as the Rajdhani Express pulled in; the station became a stage for actors.
Haunted thoughts of the past week ran through her mind, her escape from the clutches of her orthodox parents, her arrival to the city of her dreams, Irfan her agent receiving her, the photoshoot, the 5 lac cheque & then the call telling her to check the internet & Aajtak.
Wiping tears of her cheeks she boarded the train, she pretended to sleep but the words like magnets clung to her ears, “isn’t she the girl from the changing room MMS”. Life had taken its full course; life had completed its vicious circle, a circle with no escapes & no end.

Mandappa (118)

Part 1:
The Mad-hatter has his hat. I have my circle.

Polka-dotted, pink and white. Hula Hoop. Hula Hoop.
Whirl and twirl and twist and curl
Spun onto the other side
into another world.

magic words. cast a spell. Hula Hoop. Hula Hoop
it must be done or you’ll burn
the right way only
as simple as one, two, three

Whirl and twirl and twist and curl. Hula Hoop Hula Hoop
dont forget the spin to get in
tuck the pigtails, hold the skirt
a red jacket over the shirt

this world is cotton. candy. pink and blue. Hula Hoop Hula Hoop
a whole new world to show you.
Mama says to be normal outside
I’ll show you another time.

DayTripper (97)

Metaphysical strings tie us down,
The Man has us pinned to the ground.
A tug, a pull and he makes us dance,
to his moulded melody, we twirl and prance.

Up and down the routine street,
Thundering echoes of a few million feet.
As a few million puppets we live our life,
bowing and answering to the puppeteer’s cry.

Day in and out, the webs of monotony envelops us,
as The Man hands us our lists of Do’s, Dont’s and Must’s.
These social shackles around our ankles prickle,
while they keep us bound to this vicious circle.

DokSaab (114)

“She has made a full circle”
-You mean she is back to the square one?
“Yes after the troughs and crests, she has once again come back to where she began.”
-It actually depends from the point of view you take. Those having a single dimensional vision saw her moving to and fro linearly. You with your 2D vision saw her moving in circles. But see from the distance I am looking at her, you will see the third dimension. She is actually spiraling higher with every circle, the radius of her flight expanding with each circle, gradually encompassing within her each one of us.
See, it all depends upon the perspective you take.

Pinkrose Petals (110)

You were tenderly molded,
Perfectly modeled
Wet and glistening like a pearl in an oyster,
You were the magic of the creator
“Maa!!Maa!! Calling me I visualize you
Not a day goes by when I don’t think of you
Colors are fading, tears never ending
No words comforting, the heart so much aching

How I wished to look at your angelic face
The thought of seeing you filled me with grace
Oh God!!! Why don’t you answer?
What is my blunder?

As a response an angel whispered in my ear
This is the circle of life dear!!
The baby is yours, bestow him solace
He will come back, just disembarrass…

Neha (120)

Dark brown circles,
Reaches your heart without a touch,
In utter silence they say “i love you so much”,
They make the world as you want,
You ask it once and they will grant.
Dark brown circles,
They love me more than anything in this world,
Let it be the precious diamond or a gold flag unfurled,
They are always with me in all phases of my life,
In happiness and in sorrow makes me strong to survive.
Dark brown circles
As I look at them they weave a spell on me
Like the pure red wine they intoxicate me
My love for you was when I stared down them
Behind the spectacles where the real gems
Dark brown circles


This is the story of a 24-page newspaper in the morning commute. Nothing special, you think! Just a coy, virgin newspaper, amidst the news-hungry lusty wolves.
Since you can’t read the main paper, city times and the supplement all together, you begin at page 1. Turn to page 2, and a tap on your shoulder, coaxing you into surrendering the city times. Reach page 4, another demands the sport section. While the vegetable-peeling aunty asks for the city times as a holder for her pea-shells, the supplement is greedily scanned all around by group of youngsters.
And you, while holding the classifieds, stare at your newspaper, circle among the fellow commuters, wondering what’s wrong with your so-called “circle of trust”!

Scribbler (109)

Result of a futile math test, when in junior school.
Taking laps around the school ground, punished for dirty shoes.
First sight of a felled, old tree’s face, looking up to the blue.
Tear inducing onion rings, on a chopping board.
Slice of lime afloat on iced tea that spilt on my ever first trouser.
The failure of the earliest kite launch without its indispensible tail.
Ink blots sputtered on my white shirt, the day before summer vacation.
All of these green memories are forgotten
When I reminisce the first ever time;
She puffed the speck of dust
Off my eye. With her lips curled
Into a crimson circle.

Nandini (120)

Klash is a wonderful platform for amateurs, encouraging novices to write. Fellow Klashers actually comment on every nuance of a take.
Imagine someone with no writing history (passages in school publications do not count), trained in balancing figures and thinking logically, The only claim to the literati world being that she’s a book worm. Yet she etches out some lines for Klash and calls it “my writing”. Moreover serious writers have time to read and comment on the sketchy words. Real ego boost
Ok guys, you must be wondering why I’m drawing circles. What’s my point?
Ummm , I was just wondering if I could coax the wonderful circle of Klash writers to appreciate novice stuff and vote for me 🙂

 Tale twister(120)

{Location: Mumbai  Area: Goregaon East, Film City Studio
Shoot of the video : Tauba Tauba– Kailash Kher about to start.}

Director: Who wrote this script?
Writer: I did. I thought this suited the song.

{Spot boy eyeing the actress. Actress eyeing the actor. Actor(Gay) eyeing Camera-man behind Director. Director still yelling…}

What? This is useless. Far from reality. Love Circles are cliché. Change it now… Write something new.

Too late now. Plus Kailashji likes it. I am sure audience will like it also.

You are useless… Where’s the camera-man now?

{Camera-man shooting the make-up girl. Make-up girl smiling at costume guy. Costume guy eyeing chaiwaali. Chaiwaali getting touchy with spot boy}

And so “the far from reality” shoot started soon….


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