Category: Write-up


Charisma of your visage

I’m an imperfect sage

Miles apart you seat

I hear your heart beat

It reverberates whole

In my throbbing soul 





via VigilKumar.



Amity destined for treaty

Charity for prosperity

Harmony for hostility

Love for lusty cupidity


Compassion to comply





via VigilKumar


Venus House Captain Speech

Hello! Good morning!! <pause>
🙂 🙂 🙂

I am Shaggyyumm and I have been given this great chance, to stand up in front of you and prove my mettle, as the Venus House Captain of our school The AGEI!

And here I am to convince you to cast your vote in my favor!

I am friendly and approachable. I have leadership skills and I know they will only get stronger.

I stand in front of you with principles, which are strong but flexible too.

My heart beats in rhythm with yours. I know I am the best candidate for the office, because this house is what makes me, shapes me, is a part of me and invokes in me love, pride, respect and dignity and what I feel will not change with the outcome of the results of today’s elections.

It is time I feel that I stand out and take up the responsibilities as a Captain, because the title shall bring the best out of me, I am sure. As your representative I will be humble and respectful.

I know I am not perfect and I know some of you know my faults. But I intend to grow and it can be possible with your help. We can grow and learn together. So please vote for me.

If elected, I Shaggyyumm solemnly swear that I will do all tasks assigned to me with the best of my capabilities leaving no stone in my path unturned! I do not fear the result, I trust in you for considering me for the post, I trust in myself that I stand worthy and that you know about it too . . . . .

Venus house fellows arise and cast your vote in your best interests.

Thank you friends and for all the patience and support this far!! Thank you. . . .thank you so much. . . . . . . for hearing me out!!! Merci 😀


Twisting n tearing
the feeble fabric of norms
I weave a desire
for dreamland

Like a ship left stranded
on a shore
by the ungrateful waves

Foreseeing a future
the very end
alas but life
just for amusement

A penalty
for all my perfections
being cut for greater things
swept away by imperfections

this unnecessary lament
I may not be lost at all
everybody else might be

A frail trail
I leave behind
would you be keen to notice?
tread upon my footsteps

I am being guided
to Paradise
by my Lord
and I wish to guide you too


Love it as if yours
Live it for others
Care for it every minute
Every time just try to lit it
Keep it unarmed
Just don’t try to let it be jammed
Relieved it should be
To sense it as if lea
Then just try to guess
Why you think it’s less?
When you have it from core to whole
So fulfill your life as a strong bole
Have you understood?
These are tips to be happy n live good!


Dalliance Dilemma

I give myself
As smoothly as sand
Slips thru my fingers

At eventide
Adds to my vibrancy
Her word in a genial voice

No wisdom
In speech or decision
 I know not judgement

She walks past
Wearing silk garments
Adorned with gold n pearls

Her touch
So cherished once
I’d recognize not anymore

My words
Fashion not her
But the love unrequited

In a trance
Her poet possessed
Aphrodite does notices

Passionately Yours

I slow down
See nuances delicate
In a bond so true
I smile

Freshen me
Merciful winds

My World
With words disarray
I replicate you
It’s enchanting

We speak pearls

Be hope
Weave me a desire
You are joy


Love betides
I seize you now

I seize you now
Love betides

You are joy
Weave me a desire
Be hope

We speak pearls

It’s enchanting
I replicate you

With words disarray
My World

Merciful winds
Freshen me

I smile
In a bond so true
See nuances delicate

I slow down

Sarcasm: Inspiring change worldwide

Sarcasm has taken deep roots in our society now. Thanks to the many non-desi SITCOMS and how one cannot thank enough the Great Indian Comedy Shows (all seasons, ever and Archana Puran Singh’s nightmarish laughter too, in that regards 😛 ) for ingraining in us this devilish trait — SARCASM.

A time will come soon that only those who can differentiate between sarcasm and what actually is intended, on their own, without help from their “Satire for Dummies” books, will progress and be successful in their day-to-day lives.

My day begins with the dudhwala’s sarcastic remark, “Sahab, hamari bhains itna hi ghaadha dudh deti hai. Aapko nahi parvartaa ho toh aap kal sey milk powder sey kaam chala lena.”

Well, it worsens when everyone, from my ever irritating neighbor to my lift-man open their mouths only to rain on me their choicest sarcastic comments. These taunts range from being personal, like some murmur under the breath about how late I return from work, to some things completely mean, at least I feel so, like how I must be surely working for some cheap perfume company because of the excessively irritating fragrant attire of mine. I wish sometimes that I can tell the truth that it is to mask the fact that I am too busy for a jolly good bath.

This ever-developing talent of the people is creating a chaos in our peaceful co-existence and serene day-to-day lives!  It can be discomforting to some people like me, who in the battle to outdo the other person in turning out more sarcastic end up hurting some sentiments here and there.

However offensive and whatever its ill effects, it has surely brought me a long way and has helped me grow. If they ever make me give an award-winning speech for some undisclosed reasons, it would surely sound like this:

“I would like to thank all those who said, “I can do it” and I couldn’t and still I was made to do what I couldn’t do and it paid off!”

You should be open to all ranges of feedback, I have learnt.  Handling sarcasm requires skill. Both being subjected to it and using it as your whiplash! It’s an inborn talent to channelize it out of you at the right place, at the right time and the right amount. NO! You cannot learn it. Sorry, if the last sentence broke your heart. I still have a lot to write so enough apologies! There there, now shut up.

Once they found this engraved in a stone unearthed at the Mohenjo–Daro, “Be not afraid of sarcasm: some are born sarcastic, some men try to be sarcastic (and end up in the pit!), some have sarcasm thrust upon them (wannabe stand-up comedians) and the remaining are just the victims of it.”

The bracketed part is totally part of the original engraving.

Loved this one? Here are a few more quotes on sarcasm, from great personalities around the world:
# You can do anything, but not sarcasm.
# Sarcasm is mind without reason.
# Before sarcasm we are all equally wise and equally foolish.
# Sarcasm is never without reason, but seldom with a good one.
# Sarcasm seems to be largely a matter of hanging on after others have let go.
# Sarcasm can’t kill you, but why take a chance?

From being life-changing to scaring someone out of their wits, from a way to impress the girls, to acting as a defense mechanism, sarcasm has played an important role in shaping our lives. This article is an example how sarcasm inspired me to shift from my usual genre of writing — inspirational & romance to satire.

For those sarcastic retards and satirists out there trying to change the world, continue your work and believe me, never ever stop. Remember the key thing is in realizing that there is a thin line drawn between tirade and sarcasm. Erase that. Change the world. Or do satire, the wiser counterpart.

PS: This post script is necessary, as an expression of gratitude, to the person from whom I have derived inspiration to be able to write this one. No offence intended. (And NO can’t name him even upon request, so don’t ask!)

Scrappily Inspired

Looking for inspirations that’ll make you write? What follows is a heart pour on what inspires me! May you find it useful!

I am “scrappily” inspired. I drew my inspiration from fragments of happenings of everyday life as a teenager and then putting them together like a jigsaw puzzle I created my first works.


Deprivation inspired me.

Not having internet at my disposal growing up, had me treasure and learn valuable life’s lessons from Tinkle and Champak. My parents gifted me with my first books. These were the first books I read, besides the academic course books. Not knowing about famous authors and books often had me feeling left out, during school days.


Teachers inspired me.

Wasn’t until my secondary schooling, that there was a Librarian, Late Ms. Nilaxi Ghia, who introduced to me books and authors, who shaped much of my initial liking for literature. A couple of school teachers, Ms. Susan and Ms. Anita had me write an Annual Day play based on the theme – Building Self-Esteem. My first work was a play. After making a second revision of the script, I had learnt many things. There was yet another tutor, Late Kumar Sir, who brought textbook stories to life and was the inspiration for my first poetry.


Peers inspired me.

From knowledge about the world of J.K. Rowling to the world of J.R.R. Tolkien, friends and colleagues made me realize the magic of the authors, much before I got to witness them first hand. I learnt from a friend that words of appreciation for our near and dear ones fill our hearts with warmth incomparable. And this proved as an inspiration for several of my works. From another I learnt the happyness of living in a self-created literary world. And so, I learnt the joy of being my own audience.


Scrappy thoughts.

Love and despair are two things which have driven me to write few heart pours.

I learnt that having a person as your inspiration has some undesired effects, when in an advanced state of keeping someone as your inspiration; you try to be that person. This is what I did. Making somebody your inspiration with or without the knowledge of that person gives that person the power to knowingly or unknowingly control you. Everybody is different. But we all have the gift to observe, take note and put to memory, the smallest of incidences that happen in our day-to-day lives. Using the best parts of everything, the best scraps or fragments can help you be creative in your writing. And if you really develop this ability, it can also be of help in your everyday life.

When I surpassed my inspirations, it was a feeling of a child who had been left alone in a crowd. I did not know whom to look up to. The problem I was facing was that I had adapted both the negative and positive parts of my inspirations.

My favorite form of outburst, when stuffed with emotions is writing.

Now if you have the talent to write and touch hearts by your words and you know about it and want to explore yourself more, run into circles of writers’ community, online or in person.

You cannot ask to be inspired to write. To write is a simple process. The thought process that a writer puts in, is of value. Your writing may not always be constructive or even for the reading of someone else. Your fragments of writings of your various moods and feelings in your personal diaries or files would lay ground for your creative works!

I have learnt to appreciate the smaller things in life, which inspire me. I derive my inspiration from someone saying something, someone doing something and then recalling it when doing a piece.

Creative Writing need not be an outcome based process — to write is to feel every emotion and putting it on paper in form of words — a process of making oneself feel better. Don’t even try to make sense!

The trick is in feeling good about one self, when writing and after completion of the process.

Rarely would it be so that appreciation would come quick and easy. Another thing is to be appreciated and yet remaining true to oneself and being down to earth.

Writing! It’s about you. Draw inspiration from people around you, situations around you. Make sure the people you choose to remain with are the people whose positivity only you take in.

You can make yourself pick up a pen and paper or open Microsoft Word and record your creative idea. Be your own inspiration. I did it too. Bring your world to life by describing it in words to the people around you. . . You could be amazing at writing! Try it.

Have a nice day writing . . . !

PS: previously published at Penguin Inked

My Dulcet Diorama


A dulcet diorama I’d try to fashion..
Sprinkling some moon-light on the waves…
Adding a chill to the breeze…
An essence of calmness I’d exhale…
  A dash of mist around would help…
  A tinge of longing for something elusive…
  A pinch of moon-light I’d keep in my pocket…
An incredible zest for life on a stellar night…

Wouldn’t I simply pause to give myself an applause?!