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Red and It

Posted: January 26, 2016 in Uncategorized
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You never mentioned that you are whimsical,

most assumed you to be life;

You never spoke to me as if it would hurt,

but the needle puncturing the veins did;

You never whispered that you are angry,

the syringe tried all means to meet you;

You never explained why is it difficult;

Unless the fresh red sprinkle on the white apron spoke of angst, whims, pain and infidelity.


You brought me up at your whims,

the determined piston pulled you against your caprice;

You played up at times when it ached,

the punctured vena sobered you up;

You dribbled up to the limit at angst,

the unnerved sustained pull denied it;

You never could play whilst it’s turbulent;

Unless the steady dark red self of yours was contained in, steady, calm, lively, fiddle.

You are not all me, you are just me.

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“Get me a handkerchief from her bosom – a garter of my love”
– Faust

Published on August 2014, according to the HT-MaRS Youth Survey, an unprecedented 61% of the Indian youth who were surveyed believe that premarital sex is no longer a taboo. Good stuff for a decent start of the post, as facts, figures, statistics plays a lodestone in most of the debate – But, the HT-MaRs survey also points out that 63% of the youth prefers their partners to be virgins when it comes to marriage – Hence statistics might be stratified collective lies once we do not take the entirety into consideration. Loved the way HT underscores this contradicted dichotomy whilst they published their survey :

“Call it double standards, the cost of straddling a la-la land between tradition or modernity or just plain old hypocrisy, the fact is that the youth of urban India hardly practice what they preach.”

But me, as the title already “mirrored”, do believe that premarital sex as a Notion is agreeable and I accord to it as an Act. Let me take to all the “corners” of this “round” idea – Come on, Hold my hand mate and walk with me!

This corner, it’s called the Prof. Sigmund Freud’s scope– Reckon him, Ye Olde Psychoanalysis Crawle ? Oops, was it too far fetched, well it is not. Prof. Freud’s “Three Contributions to the Theory of Sex” is still as relevant to psychoanalysis as Shakespeare is to modern plays and cinema – He states right at the start of the book :

““The fact of sexual need in man and animal is expressed in biology by the assumption of a “sexual impulse.” This impulse is made analogous to the impulse of taking nourishment, and to hunger. The sexual expression corresponding to hunger not being found colloquially, science uses the expression “libido.”

So sexual impulse is not an out-of-the-world theory but is very much a part of our flesh-and-blood; not at all a secret which need to thrive in the siberian corner of the hustled up human society but it should culture in the living psyche of the individual and the societal life. That being defined, what is premarital sex, it’s the consensual sexual activities performed by unmarried individuals, or as this definition had evolved with time, premarital sex can now be defined as the consensual sex before marriage between a man and a woman – Now, by this definition, the idea is not to undermine, critic or to twitch eyebrow in any way the sanctity or the legality of gay, lesbian or other forms of consensual premarital sex but owing to the limited scope of this article and for the brevity sake of it, I’m just referring to consensual sex between man and woman before marriage – No pun intended. Now, lets pick the points from here to draw the line, ‘consensual’ ‘adult’ sex to satiate the urge of a ‘sexual impulse’ (which is as native to the human body as the urge to eat), what bars them to indulge – Nothing, lets face the simplicity of it, nothing bars them, it’s clean harmless most natural harmonic means to an end. This is of course with the caveat that safe sex and contraceptive practises are being followed. Well, the line we draw here is the fact that one’s sexuality is his/her own and all the decisions made regarding it should be made by the individual and not governed by societal and religious norms.

Nice mate, you still holding my hand – have come a long way from the first corner, and we aren’t far from the end. Lets talk about the scriptures, shall we? Fancy few biblical references?

Hebrews 13:4 : Marriage should be honored by all, and the marriage bed kept pure, for God will judge the adulterer and all the sexually immoral.

Galatians 5:19-21 : The acts of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity and debauchery; idolatry and witchcraft;… I warn you, as I did before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of God.

Mark 10:6-9 : But at the beginning of creation God ‘made them male and female.’For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife,and the two will become one flesh.’So they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate.

Now, as we observe most of the references talk about consensual adult sex as an event post marriage and if not explicitly, but there are not much of a direct references or implications to an approval to premarital sex. Does that deter us? The way I see things is a tad little different. The scriptures are open to interpretations, if legal ‘marriage’ in the current setup of the society refers to the legal piece of paper which proclaims ‘man and wife’, I would argue that the scriptures were coded in days when there was cohabitant setup , conjugality but not much of a legal ‘piece’ of marriage – Not completely agreeing to the scriptures letter-by-letter neither refuting it completely ( because for both support and disapproval, one needs to posses the faculty of understanding the text completely, which alas, I’m inept), hence just by my limited logically understanding I believe that the marriage here refers to the marriage of the two bodies, the coitus, which indeed is the union of two forms of existence, man and woman; it’s the marriage of two minds which are pointing ti the concentrated direction of union, resonating at the similar dimensions of gravity resulting ultimately in the cynosure of unison, a complete stillness, the end, the death of the division between two bodies, the one-ness. Getting things to draw a conclusive line to this corner, the union of two bodies do not require a nod of the any religion or scripture, as human and its faculties make up the religion and religion do not make or dictate human.

Here we come to the third one mate, almost there. Look straight and listen up. Osho said that the world goes in vicious circles, first we create a pattern, then we force or forced to follow the pattern, next we cannot live a pattern. Similar is the situation here – Premarital sex is being pictured as a taboo by few of the societies around the world for sometime now, and this self imposed pattern is now being detrimental and causing a lot of noise now. A man or a woman should be in a liberty to decide if the partner ( in case of a marriage) is compatible sexually along with financial, psychological and social compatibility, why do we have to twitch or frown? The author of The Truth About Love points out that the feeling of intimacy is product by a chemical cocktail in the brain during sex which stays up to 24 hours or so – But anybody who had encountered an act of sexual intercourse before or after marriage would vouch that it created a sense of ‘knowing the other person better’, a sense which stay way more than 24 hours! I mean, the last reason for me or per say anybody to engage in sexual activity is for the ‘chemical cocktail’, rather it would for that wholeness of the relationship ( if already in a relationship) or to compketely explore what is intrinsically mine – My sexuality. I sometime find it silly that most of us try finding the meaning of our self right ‘outside’ of body and soul – It’s all in there. So if sex imbibe a better understanding of our own self, marriage a new equation with a different self ( individual) then why not clarify one’s own individuality before sorting out things with another being.

By the way, mate, missed mentioning, the point just had three corners!!

The following post is a part of the Indiblogger contest in association with Poonam Uppal’s newly released book –  Poonaam Uppal’s True Love – A Mystical True Love Story on Flipkart.

Psalm 40:1 -“I waited patiently for the LORD, he turned to me and heard my cry.”

Twigs, once old, long for the gusty winds

Age darkens their skin, green lust drops off

Vigor bids them farewell, leaf changes shelf

Food of light seems too harsh,

Droplets of water seem heavy

Urges chirping birds not to perch

Twig beckons heaviness to depart this life

Patience is not a virtue always.


Tarnished woman, waits for societal brickbat

Her unborn child famished in the womb

She breathes slow, with a heart to pour out

Yet the thin air that makes to her lungs

Does not reason out to stop mingling

It plays her filthy self, condensing inside

As she tries hard, alas, to strangle the flow

But the air is patient and longing for her to live.


Seed, rotten, wishes to be flushed off

Power of procreation is retarded in him

Death at the core encrusted with sober covering

Somber seed prays life for fellow seedlings

Life covers doom like shiny epitaph on a grave

The writing is clear and crisp

With broken yolk, sojourn would be horrendous

Patience, why? Seed would not live to live the moment of life.


I, at life’s mid, long for the end.

Am I being patient with myself?

Want to lurch the bevy of happy folks

Believe there are good times in life

Drink to the honeyed moments of youth

Weather the topsy-turvy doldrums of time

Someday when it comes, would egress out of darkness

Let my patience be patient, would be virtuous at the end.


Posted: June 24, 2013 in Uncategorized
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I am angry because I was born late, ’60s and ’70s were so much social and environment pollution free,

I am angry because my parents want grandchildren but I do not intend parent ship,

I am angry because my wife wants to spend more time with me but I crave my solitude,

I am angry because my car wants regular working hours but I make it to work overtime,

I am angry because my building society stipulates signing in post eleven but I hate access requests at that hour,

I am angry because my currency gets devaluated and my maid links it to the corruption in the country,

I am angry because that red car side tracked me one day but I had to reach on time to office,

I am angry because my office mandates bag scrutiny at the gate but I take it as an assault on my privacy,

I am angry because my project enforces periodic password changes but I tend to lose a lot of my unsaved work owing to this exercise,


Image Courtesy: Anirban Chakraborty

Image Courtesy: Anirban Chakraborty

Ye lens do lie , thou lens don’t 
Here come the clouds
Hasn’t done the splash yet
Me wonder if the drops will kiss my panes ;
Eavesdrops the breeze,whistles the clouds
Me sulk in my empty and dry life
Surprise me with little drops of life,
The rains crawl into my city foot printing on my pane
Affixed was my lens,called out cheers
Here you come my dear friend ,with those embellished jewels
Now when you splash ,my lens have frozen your first step;
Some lens do lie, but not mine this time !

*This amazing photograph is clicked by my childhood bud Anirban Chakraborty. He is a professional modern arts, bridal and wildlife photographer. More details about him can be found here.*


“Seek and ye shall find” – factoid today;

Felt him, as he glanceth through himself,

Grotesque – reminded him of last night.

Does sinful thought counteth to crime.

By order of law, no.

But then, his book of law..

Half night it was her, entangled with him

Next half, he was left barren.

Resorting to his stolen memories

Of work place muse scalping his psyche

He had lost his dividing line

Between beloved and beseeched

His lady and the ‘bella’; lay side by side,

His shadow looms over, eclipsing both.

One night had made him vulnerable

Harrowing him viciously,

Harbingering what he dreaded

His own judgement.

The infidel convict cheated pragmatic judge.


Posted: February 14, 2013 in Uncategorized
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We gushed through the narrow alleys with all vigour,

Blood in my veins seems to be racing hard,,

We have to reach the toil station in a jiffy,

All the red, the heart could pump, striving hard,,

We meet all our allies on the way, pass by waving at them,

Louder goes the beat, sweat egresses,,

We have been diverted – to a new station,

A flash, visual- her soft naked body,,

We try our best faculties, just a small tissue though,

Just not our silhouettes, soul do agree in mutual conjugation,,

We squeeze in, constricted yet straight goes the road,

Closer comes she, the gap smooth out,,


It takes a long time to be serious about things. Magnanimous is a good word, composed of eleven letters, but in reality it takes more than eleven days to be off it, to be enthralled and then controlled and henceforward directed by an entity who is an outlaw. Sometimes you call it a marriage. It all started mildly, the irritating air that you receive but you want to get rid off, aftermath of a party night albeit without guilt. Albeit is an important word over here. It rolls over to you the entire day and the time that follows. It started off like that. Refuting it, at times ignoring it, well versed with all over that is at stake, togetherness is sometimes not being together, conjugation is not always sleeping on the same bed every night. Hard learning but yet hard learned. The oxymoron sometimes stands when you affix the word ‘Happily’ before ‘Marriage’. Its not that happy when you are married. Cultural differences do take a toll and sometimes are disastrous to deal with. Virginity as they say, is not always a dignity, its sometimes a mixture of loss or opportunity and dogma. Bereaved, threatened, lashed, vociferously he complained at the Mighty, ‘Why me?’ Love can be so painful at times.