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Elements- Intimacy, Conviction and Diffidence

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ELEMENTS What are we, but elements of desire, strung together by life. What are desires, but the hunger for validation, pulled apart by us. In the upcoming series of excerpts, I try to explore the elements that forms us. Elements that make us who we are. Elements that define us. The excerpts will be supported by stories; stories of people in real life, in the books I read, in the movies I watch, in the songs I hear. Stories I connected with, stories I experienced and stories I felt. In this trilogy of Elements I device Intimacy, Conviction and Diffidence. I recently started watching a US TV series called Homeland. The first season of the show revolves around an American Marine Sergeant Nicholas Brody, held captive by the Al Qaeda as a Prisoner Of War, who was rescued after eight years. The protagonist Carrie Mathison, a CIA Operations Officer believes that he has been turned against his country by the terrorists and tries to convince her seniors who believe of him as...
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Elements- Observation, Experience and Love

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I turned 23 last year. 23 years of life and 23 years of experiences. I grew up knowing I wanted to be in the entertainment business. I went from wanting to be a musician to an author to finally what I call myself- A storyteller. I read somewhere that there are three inspirations to an artist- Experience, Observation and Love. Everything we write or create comes, not as a part of our imagination but a fragment of convoluted and manipulated version of the three inspirations. I write this as a part of the rare occasions of a combination of the three inspirations, or as I like to call it- My observations and experiences with love. Observation - A few months back a close friend of mine started dating a girl. I didn't know the girl very well, but I knew my friend. Often in life we reach a point where we feel emptied out. We feel the need to grab everything around us tightly because we feel we are gonna run out of them soon. We feel this is the best we have in life, and if...
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SUMMER BREAK

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( Whatsapp Group conversations ) “Dude! I cannot wait to go to Goa!!!!”  -Jay “hahaha! Me too man! I was just thinking about it” –Kira “Babe! Study!!” –Anjali “And Kira, How many topics have you finished?” “C’mon ya, how much you study!” –Kira “Dude! I haven’t done anything, and you do realize we have exams tomorrow right?” –Anjali Goa seemed like an escapade to fill in the bland 2 months that the study leave was. It was the detour before taking the highway- everyone’s career. Kira Bagasrawala was the younger daughter of the king of the soap business in the nation, Hussain Bagasrawala. She had completed her Graduation in mass media and was planning to shift to the US with her sister for further studies. Kira embodied the typical rich kid  - one whose arms were always adorned by Italian clutches and French handbags. Jay Guilluame Descoteaux had Indo – French origins – son of a famous Indian Architect Father and a Celebrity i...
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DOSHIPANA

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“Aai! Aaji again untied herself and ran away” “What? Where is Aaji?”Aai cleaned her hands, left the unwashed pile of clothes, wiped her face with her aanchal and ran to find Aaji missing from her chair.  The sari with which Aaji is tied to the chair lay down unraveled; along with the nightie Aai had made her wear the same morning.  Aai soon rushed out with Bunty, locked the door, and was about to leave in search of Aaji when Mahesh Kaka called out for her.  Mahesh Kaka walked in with Aaji wearing his police uniform and a scarf wrapped around her waist. Aai ran immediately and got hold of Aaji and pulled her towards herself. “Bhabhi I found Aai walking around naked while I was leaving for my second shift. So I wrapped around some clothes and got her here.” Mahesh Kaka narrated, visibly embarrassed. “I was so worried when I saw her clothes lying on the ground and the untied sari from the chair. I was just washing the clothes in the balcony and I ...
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KAAVISH

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The other day, I was running late for my lectures, again. After that two and a half hour phone call with Anwesha I hardly had the peace of mind or time to take a nap. Things hadn’t been working between us for a long time, the past night we decided to end everything up. Life seemed to have taken the rough road. It had just been two days since dad had returned back from Dubai and the house was already a mess. I hated him for everything. Though I hardly ever spoke to him in the minimum of time he was in India, everything just turned out ugly in his mere presence. As if this wasn’t enough, my project which I had been working on for the past three months did not even get selected for the semifinals. Life was a mess, and I did not know whom to blame for it. Just then, I saw a sketch of a young boy in the local newspaper the man sitting opposite to me in the train was reading. It took me a while to recognize that that boy was Wasim. Wasim was one of the 5 th standard students I had...
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IKTARA

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“सुन    रही     हूँ     सुधबुध     खो     के ,   कोई     मैं     कहानी                             पूरी     कहानी    है    क्या ,    किसे     है     पता मैं     तो    किसी     की     हो     के ,    ये     भी      न    जानी                            रुत     है     यह     दो     पल   की     या ,    रहेगी     सदा किसे     है     पता ,    कि...
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