Louder than a bomb

Louder than a bomb is one of the best documentaries I’ve seen in 2014. A camera follows four teenagers from Chicago as they prepare to compete for ‘Louder than a bomb’. LTAB is the world’s biggest poetry slam competition attracting the best teenage writers and poets. There is no writing more personal than poetry. And the featured poets give the audience a peek into their deeply personal thoughts, feelings, hopes and fears.

I only got introduced to spoken word poetry, like 1 week ago but I’m definitely hooked. The energy and the intensity is just amazing. This documentary has oodles of that. Sometimes its not the words but simply the intensely emotional performance that moves you.

If you like poetry this one is a must watch. Trailer below and the full movie is available on torrents.


Last Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

A friend read this soulful poem by Tagore aloud today on a pleasant Pune evening. I loved the first stanza.

Sesher Kobita

Pity, in place of love,
That pettiest of gifts,
Is but a sugar-coating over neglect.
Any passerby can make a gift of it
To a street beggar,
Only to forget the moment the first corner is turned.
I had not hoped for anything more that day.

You left during the last watch of night.
I had hoped you would say goodbye,
Just say ‘Adieu’ before going away,
What you had said another day,
What I shall never hear again.
In their place, just that one word,
Bound by the thin fabric of a little compassion
Would even that have been too much for you to bear?

When I first awoke from sleep
My heart fluttered with fear
Lest the time had been over.
I rushed out of bed.
The distant church clock chimed half past twelve
I sat waiting near the door of my room
Resting my head against it,
Facing the porch through which you would come out.

Even that tiniest of chances
Was snatched away by fate from hapless me;
I fell asleep
Shortly before you left.
Perhaps you cast a sidelong glance
At my reclining body
Like a broken boat left high and dry.
Perhaps you walked away with care
Lest you wake me up.
Awaking with a start I knew at once
That my vigil had been wasted
I realised, what was to go went away in a moment,
What was to stay behind stayed on
For all time.

Silence everywhere
Like that of a birds’ nest bereft of birds
On the bough of a songless tree.
With the lifeless light of the waning moon was now blended
The pallor of dawn
Spreading itself over the greyness of my empty life.
I walked towards your bedroom
For no reason.
Outside the door
Burnt a smoky lantern covered with soot,
The porch smelt of the smouldering wick.
Over the abandoned bed the flaps of the rolled-up mosquito-net
Fluttered a little in the breeze.
Seen in the sky outside through the window
Was the morning star,
Witness of all sleepless people
Bereft of hope.

Suddenly I found you had left behind by mistake
Your gold-mounted ivory walking stick.
If there were time, I thought,
You might come back from the station to look for it,
But not because
You had not seen me before going away.


Alone With Everybody

Alone With Everybody

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
and nobody finds the
but keep
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than

there’s no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else


(Image is the pale blue dot called Earth as seen from space)


Oh yes

there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
too late.

-Charles Bukowski

Inspiring, depressing and funny graduation speech by Tim Minchin


The world before her

Check out the trailer for this stunning documentary which captures stark contrasts in the lives and beliefs of two kinds of Indian women. One set of women are being trained in Hindutva philosophy and self defense, while the other set of women are training for the prestigious Miss India pageant. At first glance it appears that the two sets of women have absolutely nothing in common, but both these kinds of women are asserting their rights in a paternalistic society in their own way.



Best relationships are ones where you

Best relationships are ones where you

Truest description of relationships I’ve read.

Best of relationships are ones where you,

Talk like best friends,

Play like children,

Argue like husband and wife,

Protect each other like brother and sister.

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