I had only contempt for him.
An Amul baby, all the way.
I made fun of him
At newsrooms and in debates.

One such day,
I was at my best
Finding faults and laughing my heart out
At the expense of that Amul baby.

All of a sudden
A voice from nowhere
Pulled me down to earth,
And said thus.

You made fun of me, didn’t you?
You called me an Amul baby
That baby who gave its toothless smile
And made baby noises to its grandma,
Did you hear the sound of bullets
That punctured its soul?
When it ran, calling out to its father,
Did you find blood splattering on its little dress,
From a body that was blown to smithereens
Like a chain of firecrackers?

That voice was
Dripping water on me,
Blown, burnt and scattered as I was.

My blistered contempt
Has a lingering slight irritation now.

#Rahul Gandhi
#RG
#kuzhurwilson
#poetry
#india

This is about 25 days ago,I and my brother were at my uncle Deepak's home. We all were very excited because at our home somebody had to came. At that day my aunt Jyoti's brother came with his wife, but,those were not about whom I am talking. After several hours a call came to us of my uncle,he was saying"We are coming in 15 minutes." We all got more excited as we were,especially my brother Rahul was excited because there was a special gift for him.After 10-15 minutes we heard a car's horn.He was my uncle Deepak and my uncle Anil.Uncle Anil was the special person.He was my father's sister's husband, Mr.Anil Turan.He had arrived at our home to take back my father's sister aunt Sangeeta and a little and cute 11 months 15 days baby back to Australia. After 2 days on 29-08-14 they have to go to airport to take a flight of Australia from there.I,Rahul and my grandmother's nephew Preeti also want to go,but my father and uncle Deepak protested, but at last this was final that we three will also go.After two days the date came when we all had to left aunt Sangeeta and Rehab.We all had booked 1 car and one is of our own.On that day we had to move from here for Delhi airport at 3:00 pm.After 3-4 hours we enter in Delhi, but before going to airport we go to my uncle's home where I met to my uncle as well as my aunt and my cousins. After moving from there after half hour we reached to airport;there my look was as a foreigner so all were saying to me that we think Teenu will go Australia. There we left Rehan and his parents and came from there. That was my last meeting with Rehan .I left there Rehan but not our sweet and lovely moments which we spent together. Today also when I think about him tears automatically come from my eyes.

There were eight or ten of them little boys, it was difficult to count them, for they kept swinging madly on their roller skates on the court hardly the size of a basketball court, sweeping along in a bunch after the ball with their sticks poised and stretching out tense for the strike, dispersing and twisting in wild patterns and then going after the ball yet again, straining forward for speed, navigating smoothly, dangerously, sticks clacking, shoulders pushing, shooting off the course and with maneuvers of the feet and the knees and the hips and the flailing hands recovering balance, laughing, and now from all corners converging on the far goal post to attack and defend, the goalkeeper strung bristling as a cat confronting an attacking pack, and as the whole court touched a beat to the imploding moment, there was this lady shouting from the sidelines, shoot, Rahul, shoot, shoot!

"You write so beautifully, your mind must be a terrifying place," he
said softly, though he hadn't uttered a single word.

It was his eyes that spoke to her the most.

She surrendered herself to the tears that raced down her cheeks and smeared the ink on her hands.

Found prose in the Rahul Bansal quote.

A solitary orchid bloomed.

Just one blossom in this arid land,
Once,
once I thought I'd found you,
but, my words fall on deaf ears,
I see you in the distance,
But you are never near.

In this the land of starry nights,
my impression is that you're out of sight,
what once was ours made me complete,
now, I cannot feel you,
I can only sense you,
while, all you do,
is creep further away from me.

Sweet lady,
I want no freedom.
(C) Livvi

After Aishwarya Rai Bachchan gave us some impressive red carpet outings, all eyes were on Sonam Kapoor as she made her sixth Cannes appearance in a row. And boy, she lived up to our expectations in a whimsical Ralph and Russo sari-inspired gown with half cape. Her styling was bang on with pink lips, dewy makeup and middle-parted neat tresses.

Designers give thumbs up to the actor, without a second thought. “Sonam looks spectacular. I love the dramatic outfit. I loved the fact that Sonam wore no jewellery (except for a ring) and kept her hair straight with some interesting eye makeup,” says designer Manish Malhotra.

“I love this look. It is a great example of something experimentally grand and classic at the same time. I also like the jersey in the top portion, which adds a very modern and sporty vibe to a traditional embroidered half cape sari inspired gown. There is a duality I can sense here and it has surprising familiarity in terms of a classic Balenciaga vibe,” says designer Rahul Mishra.

Designer Rina Dhaka also loves her look, but believes that subtler looks can also work the same magic . “Sonam looks gorgeous. The outfit has a lot of volume, and yet it is controlled and figure hugging. I would call her a drape crusader,” she says, adding, “However, unlike Indian actors, international actors are going for understated, simpler looks. We guys tend to take on too much embroidery, making it look theatrical. These looks are bridal by western standards. But our audiences like this.”Read more at:www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-melbourne

The Prince of Tripura
Prince of Music
Only child of Sachin Dev
A king amongst composers
Was born Rahul Dev
Toddler cried in 5 notes
Hence named Pancham
Livelihood in Music
Like fish to Water
Tabla and Harmonica
Learnt playing in order
Compose for movies
Ready for the struggle
Breaking in impossible
Dream remain a dream
Assisted father
A legend peak of career
To fill in the coffers
Nobody knew
What he had to offer
Insults swallowed
Rejections followed
Years in limbo
Acted in cameo
Waited in the wings till
Vijay Anand offeres Teesri Manzil
Supported by giants
Dazzling Score broke records from yore
Straight into people's heart like never before
Musician he was not
He was the Music
Talent Skill Genuis
All words in the dictionary
Couldn't fit his personality
Yet to find a word so true
To describe his music pure
No pinnacle
No Nadir
Music has a scale
He doesn't
Genre didn't matter
What was flowing was a river
Your ability to take
Was the music that came
Thinking and Doing
Duality hed overcome
Music written and scored
Magic Wand in hand
One stroke up  and down
Tunes piled up on the
Gramaphone
500 films
3 Decades
Immortality achieved
No point counting
Still flowing
Music still gushing
Immeasurable
Enough inside
No bar time or tide
Beethoven Bach Mozart
Monet Van Gogh Picasso
Forever remain their art
Likewise the Burman Craft