Klash, Life as I dream it


What if, one day, you could find Aladdin’s Lamp under your bed? Or another day, you fail to see your reflection in the mirror. But either ways, it’ll prove that you are a smokescreen of yourself.

Bullshit!” he mumbled, sipping his whiskey, discarded the ominous note under his table. Clearly, a man of actions, not words. Concentrating on the sting, set up at this bar; dingy, moldy, full of the grey mist that enveloped the same venue some 20 years back.

Remembering how he helped smoke out a mole in the police department, he felt proud, as if cleaning the dirt of the society. But how did he transform into his evil reflection?

Waiting for his nemesis, he caught a glimpse of the Aladdin’s Lamp, lurking around. Suddenly, his greed filled his memories, nostrils choked with gunpowder smoke and his still-born eyes reflected his enemy, his partner, the mole.

Smoke | Klash

Life as I see it

Don’t Get Raped vs Don’t Rape

On January 24th, 2011, a representative of the Toronto Police gave shocking insight into the Force’s view of sexual assault by stating: “women should avoid dressing like sluts in order not to be victimized”.

Sadly, this is what more than half of our nation believes in too.

With sexual assault already a significantly under-reported crime, survivors have now been given even less of a reason to go to the Police, for fear that they could be blamed. Being assaulted isn’t about what you wear; it’s not even about sex; but using a pejorative term to rationalize inexcusable behavior creates an environment in which it’s okay to blame the victim. Historically, the term ‘slut’ has carried a predominantly negative connotation. Aimed at those who are sexually promiscuous, be it for work or pleasure, it has primarily been women who have suffered under the burden of this label. And whether dished out as a serious indictment of one’s character or merely as a flippant insult, the intent behind the word is always to wound, so we’re taking it back. “Slut” is being re-appropriated.

Until, our society starts to believe in “Don’t Rape”, instead of “Don’t Get Raped”, it would #SlutWalk every living moment.

SlutWalk; WHY?
SlutWalk Tornoto on Facebook



She hated this Bangalore weather; one minute, it was sunny skies, another, it rained like there was no tomorrow. Glancing out of the dewy, misty window, she remembered the single red rose woven through the engagement ring, waiting on his pillow, for her to wake up.

It was ironic, that she came to break-up with him; but as her eyes tear up, she found herself rather tangled in his arms, and one thing leading to another, led straight to his waiting bed. “Well, so much for your perfect plan!

He had loved her despite her cons leading her pros by a mile; suddenly, the cloud of dilemma lifted and morning light struck the diamond ring, creating a rainbow of smile.

Cloud at Klash



This is the story of a 24-page newspaper in the morning commute. Nothing special, you think! Just a coy, virgin newspaper, amidst the news-hungry lusty wolves.

Since you can’t read the main paper, city times and the supplement all together, you begin at page 1. Turn to page 2, and a tap on your shoulder, coaxing you into surrendering the city times. Reach page 4, another demands the sport section. While the vegetable-peeling aunty asks for the city times as a holder for her pea-shells, the supplement is greedily scanned all around by group of youngsters.

And you, while holding the classifieds, stare at your newspaper, circle among the fellow commuters, wondering what’s wrong with your so-called “circle of trust”!

Circle at Klash

When everything goes wrong!, Work by Others

Keeping up with the Earthquakes

“Dear 2011,

Take it easy with the disasters, they still have one more year.

Sincerely, 2012.”

Yes, it’s a scary thought, but whenever there is a natural disaster, all sorts of rumors start floating and spreading around like wildfire over the internet. In the case of an earthquake, you just might find this site very, very handy.

It lists worldwide earthquakes with M4.5+ located by USGS and Contributing Agencies and earthquakes with M2.5+ within the United States and adjacent areas. Updated instantaneously, it could a very useful source for reliable and accurate information.

Life as I see it, When everything goes wrong!

Greasing the palms: a story

Our Anti corruption system needs a serious and everlasting change. Why is it that no one goes to jail in our country despite indulging in corruption? This is because we have completely rotten anti-corruption laws and anti-corruption agencies that it is almost impossible for the corrupt to be penalized. I have been a part of this rotting system, and it is thus designed, so flawlessly, that the need, the desire to bypass the long queues, put some greens under the table, only to put you ahead, is almost strategic. It’s a self sufficient system, which feeds itself off others who are supposed to be a part of this… But, now, the glass is overflowing. The uprising has begun. Thanks, to the dedication of Anna Hazare, and his persistence for the Jan Lokpal Bill, a major tool for prosecuting and convicting corrupt officials and ministers, is now in the news.

I, too, am guilt of contributing to the filthy algae, and not just once but many a times…

My first tryst with THE SYSTEM, is actually, a ground-breaking moment for any young adult. You get your very first wheels, 2 or 4, depending upon the wallet of your parents. When I got the first 2-wheels, obviously, Driver’s License was another important step, that my parents insisted upon. No point paying a fine, every other day. So with prepared with a traffic rule book and all the driving signals to heart, I reached the RTO, prepared for a driving test.. All the forms were taken, filled up, photograph pasted etc etc.. A long queue, didn’t deter us, although, taking a tea break was required. At the tea stall, casually chatting up another tea-sipper, the tout, as we came to know later on, who told us, that instead of the basic learner license, I could own a permanent 4-wheeler license too, albeit at some fee, of course. He carefully conjured up the horrors of RTO rules, long queues we would have to face again and again, instructors failing candidates on purpose and what not.. Scared and crumbling like a stale cookie, we agreed to pay and skip all the loops to get a 4-wheeler license with no written or driving test! After all, I can always learn to drive the 4-wheels later on!

THE SYSTEM – 1, ME – 0

Next setback was a few years later, when I needed a passport in a relative short time. Tatkal couldn’t have worked, because I was out of my hometown, therefore, I set to apply normally only to inform my parents of the impending inquiry to be taken place the hometown. When the call from the police station came, luckily I was at home on a short trip. Obviously, the condition of staying in the hometown for last 2 years, couldn’t be fulfilled, but we stuck with former and the enquirer didn’t press on either. We left him a little thank you gift, for not going into the details..

The SYSTEM – 2, ME – 0

And the 3rd and last time was just a final nail in the coffin. Who would have imagined that 2 adults getting married in India need an approval from the society care-taker to the office clerk??? Having any photo ID proof is not enough, apparently, you need:
Society NOC
Address proof of partners and their parents
Letter of employment of both partners
Photo-address proof of witnesses
Wedding photographs
Letter of admission from the priest
Wedding invitation copy
and of course, a local lawyer, who would have to pay the clerk at the registration office on your behalf.. Considering, getting married at a temple is so easy rather than actually following the law, clearly makes the rank of law below god in this country. And constantly answering questions like, “Why are getting married at court and not a traditional wedding?” makes you cringe at total lack of knowledge and the obvious need to prod into others life..

The SYSTEM – 3, ME – 0

I, seriously, fail to find the democracy in THE SYSTEM…