Akashitoras pen..

After the ritualistic  morning burping with own social media accounts in the mid morning I have carefully scheduled my do today lists..  Bank Grocery Meeting with my CA Attending a press release Bookfare Gym Back home..  After a quick bath and simple make over I walked outta my home with the essentials and murmured as usual kissing her..  :Chal Dhanu... I say it to my car everyday I drive my Rampiyari..  Yes I fondly call my car Rampiyari..  Of all my dreams noted in my "Red secret diary" driving was the number one"khuwaise"wish.Having and owning our own car was a luxury in my childhood in a freedom fighters  tough morale upbringing, though our rich maternal graced us with  varieties of cars..  The white ambassador  The green impala..old retro green vintage car(we called it bhekuli gari) the frog mouthed..  I remember my chest broadened few inches more while granny with our foreign bound uncle (Bor ...

"My mother asked me to smile and put a happy face and to have a purpose in life"" In the words of one of my best buddy"Divastatingly brilliant and haunting  movie of all times occupied the most coveted space of me.. the soul!! The repeated scene ..the dialogue.. The craft.. The Gotham city in 1981...Arthur Fleck( Joaquin Phoenix)  most importantly.. Todd Phillip deserve a bow from a core audience for leaving it for open interpretation... Repeatation is a word that signifies inclination... Isn't it?? You repetadely hooked to a song a movie.. Some text from someone... You repeatedly order a food reflect your fondness... I have repeatedly murmuring the dialogue... Recreating the scene and knocked down by its  relativity... There are very few things in life that touches your soul..!! Last night  a decade old friend of mine texted me an innocent question out of blue.. Are you happy  Akashi?? His concern made me emotional..infact teary!! ! Who doesn...

Just a week back I literally had to shut down my fellow Peace worker from USA who published a link"Minorities are at stake in Assam""Assamese are genophobic.. I intervened stating in social media... "Al jazeera"is no gospel truth " There is no genocide happening in my state  Assam. We are fighting for our own identity. For the lack of any" integration" policy for refugees and inflitrators" ladies and gentlemen  we are fast fading is a community in the mist is the other side of the story!! News for us!!!  In the meantime  UNO have instructed not to depot those excludedcluded in NRC!!! A well measured thoughtful move by the leaders of infiltrators.. right?? Why Assam could not produce a single piece of Conrad Sangma is a myth!!! All those who love Assam unconditionally were  sidlined,  eliminated,, ignored us such an irony!!  Another day ,I was literally angry with another fellow  from abroad who commented after the sad demise of a ...

Between us.... Between us there is the pensive  river knitting it's own foothold... Passage that were moist with sweet nothing start losing the moisture.... Confusion  taking a toll on us.. We have suddenly stopped huming like a melody.. We have stopped  chasing  the beam of  green... We have stopped being us for a while... We  are  burning like the Amazon.. Fires  around  ... I suddenly lost the dousing incline... Day after days.. Nights after night.. I am  still walking with us.. I am still painting our distant dreams.. I am still  not mourning our death... I am still alive... Between us there is the penchant of wisdom.. Between us there is the unseen wall of prejudice.. Between  us there is the open conclave and ensemble of Sun. Moon.. and starry sky waiting to unfold the magic.. Between us I still catch a flashy mirage!!! A running kite .. A blooming cloud.. My alphabet.. You...

 Dedicated to my ardent fan Prayas and Rashmi who insisted they wait for my blog... If ever given a choice  and somebody ask me what job will entice me in my next birth ...my reply will be... :A washman... :But why?? :Becoz cleaning is my favourite hobby.!!  I think this wish of mine will be highly applauded  by the present govt as it somehow resonate  with"Swatch Bharat"mission!! .. :Swatch Bharat and Swatch dhobi ghat.. Cleaning /Discipline / changes are these slogans that cost few crorors  to reach out to people (in election campaign) 2% taxes ..   How is it if I become a dhobi to wash  and clean the mindset of those who just see"a hole to be the whole" Everyone talk about a "Swatch Bharat" But how can there be a swatch Bharat without "a Swatch Mind??     Coming august I am invited to lecture on a seminar on "Woman empowerment at a prestigious University  abroad" and I am just wondering from where do I pick t...

Still have the habit of watching movies in hall.. It's rather a boost to self that destiny  made me a part of this big screen!! I am an actor of regional film industry.!! whereas Hindi cinemas still catching the limelightand great reaching out factor.. Last night my cousin accompanied me to #Kabir sing at Carnivel. A lengthy film. A remake from Telugu blockbuster..Arjun Reddy A breathtaking love story of a bad boy!! Girls in majority is go ing ga ga  over bad boy Shahid Kapur. An accomplished doctor who's an addict and loved by the stuff. Nurse holds his cigar.. keep mum.. Girl friend follows his instructions with abiding spirit.. Best friend is often scared of him.. A boy who approaches girls for physical  solace but still in love with his Preety... It's all about toxic masculinity!!! I remember  watching Hero 25times and bowed down to Lord Shiva to give me a copy of Jackie dada. !!and eventually   the real unconventional  photocopy of He...

The glitz.. oodles of make up.. blue lenses.. applause.. fan follows.. could not divert my attention from the sharp innocent eyes of Twinkle!!  I felt guilty  deep down!! I curse my helplessness!!  I pity myself for being a part of a system of a society where humanity is fast fading away.. Yes... we are thousand light years  away from enlightment and bliss that crown us the most amazing creature on earth!! Friends abroad are mourning the death of this healthy 5years old in USA chained  by own father and stepmom !!Series of such crime against children!! My heart bleeds IN anguish.. For a change I slowly have stopped reasoning myself with metaphors.. What is Dharm?? Few use it to their own advantage!! Few exisibite it!! Few misuse it!! Few feed it with own ego!! Dnt we stop believing  in God when rampant  barbarism take life of innocents like Twinkle,Asifa,Nirbhaya..??. What is karmic cycle?? Why does nt it is applicable to kids like Twinkle!!...

And all the taste buds matches .. Hitchhiker breed!! I wonder!! I wander!!! A vagabond finally trapped in a stary dream.. Trapped in story.. Trapped in many stories. Trapped in the river of silent words.. I wonder.. I wander.. Hitchhikers roller coaster ride is in oblivion.. And the smell of mountain and lush  green.. I wonder I wander. . I read the unread stories... I read the unseen eyes.. I read those folded mountain.. I read the rays of sun faraway.. Hitchhikers... Never stop paint a pathway with your galaxy stroke... Hold the clamour inside Keep blowing the cowboy whistle.. . Keep knitting the penchant.. O hitchhiker. Run.. Talk.. Laugh and grind.. Let your penchant make a mark... !!

The green dot in my messanger have been playing a havoc to my peaceful existence  last night when amidst mild fever and coughing the disturbing beep and equally  disturbing message"Are you working or having a sleepless night"?? This message from  some smart stranger" irritated me to the maximum!!  These Nocturnal  Romeos"  all up for a dopamine test every midnight and peek -a boo into womens life ! I blocked the Romeo. . The list getting longer!!You have to pay a price for being pro active in social networking!! From stupid han jee North block  who dnt deferenciate  friendship with shitty sexting to those modest cool communicator you have it all in the virtual world of social networking sites and spot. .Few notes add up your pleasure(We all are hungry of appreciation) Few made you feel funny.. And few?? Totally disgusting!! To your utter surprise  you see old friends come in the guise of nocturnal  cupid when you have no option...

       Am I the first breath  in your mornings.. And the last thought in your couch?? Am I  the soul curry in your hurry burry Am I the tool of salvation  you tuck?? Rugg it,  tuck it to your heart.. Dnt you ever splash  much!!! Let it flow free Let it flow bright Let it speak volume Let it rob your might Am I your sound of silence?? Am I your frustration?? Am I your contemplation?? Am I your wrong notion?? Let it pass by  unseen. Let it fly and soar high in the sly Let it not be buried in small  little lies!! Am I the tool of pretention ?? Or Am  I the ghost in disguise?? Am I the light in the darkness?? Am i the riddle in the mist?? Am I the pledge of a query?? Am i your today and tomorrow?? And the mirror of your search? ? Let it show.. Let it Shaw Let it itch like blisters.. Let it cast a spell... Am I still the ghost forbidden?? Or the delight of your dream?? Am I the chunk...

    Got glued to the most talked about episodes of"Delhi Crimes"in Netflix .A revisit to the" Nirbhaya " horror infested the most talked about "Daar and Dard"within each one of us!! How on earth humane could stoop down to do demonic!! How on earth we have to live  in limbo in  the midst of   extremes of misery and hope both.??Why the good soul normally face the trial of  pain and ugly one escalate with victory! !         Yes. One tale of tragedy might drag us to down memory lane of tragedies we few encountered earlier!! Human mind react and recall fast.  Suffering and pain  has no gender. One who suffer could actually reflect the pain of the other in the most intricate way..  Or one who's way compassionate can only  fight for the victims is a fact.        Yes.. with a numbness in my chest after watching.. "#Delhi Crimes. "I had gone back to my past. I usually  keep it caged in my zon...