4/23/14

Ranveer Singh: The First Condom Man!

Well the jury is out. We have Ranveer Singh pretending to have sex, we have him singing sleazy songs, we have him repeating dance steps, we have him doing erotic moves and in between all this, we have him sing the line : Do the Rex. A cute little pun on Do the Sex. And aka Durex, The condom company .

And people like it! It is Durex ad and there is no discomfort, people watch it.

The lyrics goes on to say "Iss tale ki chabi ko tu jeb mein rakh,  Kya pata kab khul jai tera luck, Jab you and me raazi, toh phir kya shak, Just give it to me baby, I am a fine f**k " . I am not sure if Honey Singh had any role to play in this sexual revolution but Ranveer Singh might have promoted some amazing Sexual and Reproductive Health Rights (SRHR) in his rapping.

He tells people about choice, about pleasure, about information and about safer sex. All in the package of a bollywood number. What else do we need in an Indian Ad? We have the Bollywood songs, the sexy actor and the sex. A perfect little story and yet it says things that actors never dared to promote in mainstream.

Ranveer Singh is finally using his sex appeal and macho brashness for something productive and some enlightening in a way. He is being shameless and for a change it is for an amazing cause. Corporative Companies might have not thought about SRHR issues, but if it atleast makes talking about condom a little more comfortable, Ranbeer Singh you deserve a bow!



Durex, became the first ever company to bring a mainstream bollywood actor to come and endorse a condom company. I am little hesitant to call it an ad on safe sex, but yes, I am still give them the credit for bringing condom in the picture , with an extremely hot looking male actor and in between all the tamaasha promote pleasure within sex.

He speaks about sex, he celebrates pleasure. He goes all naughty. Even enacts some groovy steps, enough for Indian audience to go gaga. He smiles, smirks and even hits few women to spice up the screen.

The ad might have a lot of issues with it: be the hetronormative model, the ultra emphasis on man's pleasure, but as long as it puts the onus on the man to use a condom, as long it discusses a culture of condom usage, I will bear the dhichak music and dhinchak dance!


Durex has gone ahead and made him the brand ambassador. It has been reported that he himself has written the lyrics and rapped it. He believes in the lyrics and wants India to have safer sex. Point is: Is India ready to see him rap his beliefs on the primetime television. I am pretty sure, Arnab would want to know this, atleast the nation does want to know this.

Go Watch his groovy moves :


(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T1qEnquUFjw)

4/21/14

A Walk through Kamasutra text - A work in progress.

Treatise of Kamasutra is used as an authority whenever there is a discussion of erotica and homosexuality in Indian subcontinent. It has been manipulated by various authorities. I am yet to find people who have actually read this text. I have heard people referring to it as science of sex, a porn material, methods to enhance sexual life, but very few have read it. Very few have even seen the text.

I started reading Kamasutra as one of the erotic literature in Indian material. I never thought of this book as something with academic references. Maybe it was my academic background, that did not let me believe in mythology. It always sought for sources and authorities. Somehow I never thought of Kamasutra as a well researched material.

My entry point to Kamasutra was through lens of female sexual desire and different authorities that have discussed female sexual desire in detail in reference to Kamasutra. I was looking for a description that sought for female 'sexual desire' within the pleasure context.

Of what use is the practise of virtue, when its results are so uncertain?

Kamasutra 1.2.21


I was looking for treatises that discussed female desire from a woman's perspective. Things that she loved and things that she may please to do. Kamasutra has its own limitation as it perceives desire from a male perspective and sees the enhancement of female desire as a serious concern in relation to male desire. However Kamasutra still  provides us with a different understanding in comparisons to other colonial archive on sexuality that is available to us. It is one of the first texts which discussed the motivations of courtesans which were not influenced by the money factor.

Kamasutra contains of 7 parts, 36 chapters, 64 paras and 1250 verses. It is believed that goddess Rati herself revealed to Vatsyanna the secret knowledge entrusted to him by consort Kama, the god of love. Vatsyanna based his work on texts of his predecessors like Babhru ancient work on erotics.
Dattaka's standard work on prostitutes. Vatsyanana's work was considered revolutionary not for the text, but for emphasising the female desire and locating it outside the male desire. Previous to his work, it was considered by all scholars that female desire was similar to male desire. He was one of the first who established a difference in the way these two categories perceived desire.


Kamasutra is divided into 7 parts which are:

a) General Observations
b) Amorous approaches
c)Getting a girl
d) Rights and Duties of a wife
e) Other Men's wives
f) On Courtesans
g) Secret Practises


The text of Kamasutra derives its authenticity from various different texts that have extolled on desire. Vatsyanna presents his work as a compendium of opinions of ancient authorities on the subject.


Shvetakettu Auddalaki composed the first text on erotic love in 500 chapters. This book was believed to be responsible for putting an end to unbridled sexual coupling and a certain profligacy in relation to intercourse with married women – prominent in Mahabharatha(  one of the epics in Hinduism). He was the first person who made the novel suggestion that men should not generally sleep with wives of others. Babhru of Panchala and his sons condensed treatise of Shevakettu into 150 chapters. Some of the other texts were Suvarnanabha who wrote  on erotic advancess, Ghotakamukha  on seduction of girls Gonardiya on duties and rights of a wife, Gonikaputra on sexual relations with other men's wives, Dattaka on courtesans and Kuchumara on occult sexual lore.

This is just a beginning in my search for analyzing  this text itself. Wait for more!

4/10/14

Love, Sex aur Dhoka.. What can we do?


On 11th of April, 2014 it would be 4 months since the infamous Suresh Kumar Kaushal vs Naz Foundation Judgment was delivered by the Indian Supreme Court. What started as a long battle for human rights, also included exposing a lot of groups to the mainstream focus with its own repercussions. The Supreme Court judgement and the media frenzy around it made homosexuality as a household news issue. Some sections of the society were getting sensitized to the issue, while some found themselves battling with newer problems added to the stigma around homosexuality. There were media stories covering issues of homosexuality, debates exclusively dedicated to this issue , scores of protests criticizing the judgment.

Supreme Court judgment directly affected the lives of scores of people who were finally out to their family and friends. Their coming out in the recent 4 years was back in the questioning fold. Some of them were thrown out of their families, a lot of them lost their emotional and financially support. Suddenly a lot of them found themselves in the middle of extortions and ransom scandals. Not everyone came out seeking for help, and not everyone was ready to help.

In the recent Mumbai case, a party member of AAP personally got involved in nabbing the 3 guys who asked ransom by threatening to disclose the person's sexuality to his families. A lot of such cases has been recorded in the past, but very few sought intervention from the criminal justice system. Why is that people are not seeking criminal justice ? Why is there a fear that the police themselves will book them under Section 377? Is there any remedy for such scenario?

What I am trying to do is, to provide information around issues of extortion. What can someone do, when one finds oneself in such a situation where the person is threatening to disclose some information regarding the person and in return is demanding money. Indian criminal system provides legal remedies in such a scenario and one can always explore the police machinery.

So for example in the case of ransom and extortion where one threatens to disclose the identity of the person, one can book the harasser under Indian Penal Code,1860.

a) Remember no one can book anyone under Section 377 of IPC for being a person from LGBT community. It is the act which is penalized, not the identity.
b) One can always deny the act.
c) If one is faced with a situation, where one is at the receiving end of a ransom demand. Please go ahead and report it to the police.
d) Seek a lawyer friend and visit the nearby police station. The police can always nab the person under specific sections of criminal justice system.

Section 385 of Indian Penal Code,1860 (which provides punishments for criminal acts) provides 3 years imprisonment and fine for act of extortion.

Section 386 of the Code also in addition to this, provides 2 years imprisonment and fine for putting person in fear of injury in order to commit extortion.

Thus acts of extortion in the form threatening calls or any sort of ransom demands can be covered under these sections. The harassers can be booked under these sections and taken into custody.

For any further assistance, there are several organizations that can provide legal assistance: I am mentioning some of the organizations in Delhi:

Lawyers Collective : -+91-11-46805555 
Naz Foundation :+91 11 2691 0499 \ +91 11 41325042
                 +91 11 40793157-61

12/8/13

From a Consumer to a Producer of Technology


It is important to have great ideas, but it is even more important to implement these ideas. While I am typing these very lines, I have young people chanting the slogans of Aam Aadmi Party outside my house.

My first ever tryst with technology came in the form of 91 Springboard on the weekend in Delhi. Let me confess; I am struggling to maintain my life prior cellphones and I do not prefer to have a smartphone. I am only 25 years old. I have detested technology in my own way and I have never ever thought of technology to be my ally.

So I knew I was walking into my enemy's territory when I walked into the world of hackersforchange. I had my reservations about technology but I was also fully aware of the benefits of this new thing. And I wanted to learn about this tool. I just did not want to be a consumer of this tool, I wanted to use this tool for creation.

Hackathon organized by hackersforchange and breakthrough was an excellent assemblage of ideas and developers. The theme for the workshop was safety for women. It was great to see the journalists, coders, designers and researchers all under the same roof. I had no idea how we would all develop a common product however I could sense everyone wanted to contribute.

I chose to join the Wikipedia editing session conducted by Noopur. I have always believed in the power of knowledge. I myself coming from a researcher background , was fully aware of power of information. So I was in for a rude shock when Noopur informed us about how there was no Wikipedia page on India Saare. We did not have a page on Vina Mazumdar until a year ago on Wikipedia. 90% of the demography of Wikipedia editor was white male from Northern America. And we were talking about the so called revolutionary wikipedia!
Where the women and And how were stories/information being created?

As part of an exercise Noopur made us read the personal section on Vina Mazumdar on her Wikipedia page. It had mentioned about how she had 4 daughters and all 4 were divorced. Now, if we go by the logic of factual information about a personality, how her daughters being divorced in any way is important to the reader?

Was there a hint of voyeurism, or a sense of tarnishing of an eminent feminist or sheer misogyny? Was there a need to admit that even knowledge/information out there had to be gender sensitized or atleast made gender neutral?

This was the power of technology for me: to contribute correct information to the world, to curate stories of Global south in our own words, to be able to counter misogyny and sexism prevalent in the virtual world, and to provide the truth to an audience out there. W ikipedia was one step towards it.
Narration becomes the truth only when it finds a true story teller.

It was wonderful learning the techniques of Wikipedia editing in this session. She not only shared her expertise and talent but also made us edit an existing page on Wikipedia. This was where I felt like a creator. I was no more just consuming technology but I in my limited understanding and space was producing something useful for an audience out there.

I still have a love-hate relationship with technology however thank you for organizing for such an event. It was truly worth it. Big thanks to Noopur.




11/21/13

Ram Leela - The Bhansali Frenzy

I had to come out as  BHANSALI die hard fan. I am one of those who follow the world of 'Bhansalisque' sense of cinema. Larger than life images, colours splashed across frames where violence has a soothing background score and it all ends up in tragedy. That is my view of Cinema in Bollywood movies and this is exactly why I wait for his movies so patiently.

When Sawaariya came out, I was one of the few souls who loved it.  I still get rebuked for my taste for Bhansali's movies, but how could someone not like Saawariya! It was based on Dostoevsky's "White Nights" and in-spite of such horrible acting by Sonam Kapoor it did justice to the tragic notion of love. Guzaarish took the plot ‘love’ and elevated love to another level. That is Bhansali for you. He would rather let the couples die than love getting united.

So when I went to watch Ram Leela, I was all prepared to get tear jerked. I was looking forward to emotions, drama, and tragedy. The movie indeed ended with death but it did not feel heart warming. But this time it was not JUST about the tragic love. As one of my friend stated, death was pretty boring compared to the rest of the movie.

Bhansali finally colours his hand with blood...
It started with violence, people shooting and throwing bottles at each other. A man running behind a child to shoot him down with a gun; this happening in a mainstream Bollywood movie was something that amazed me. Nothing was politically correct and it was charged up with all the correct regional abuses. There was no moral police to control the urges and no censor board to decide for us what we wanted in the scenes. The movie had violent scenes with perfectly choreographed action, colour combination was right and even got mosquitoes flying on the blood! There were even some dirty lanes in the picture and even some not so pretty looking sets. Bhansali was clearly getting out of his comfort zones. This was too much for a man with a sense of very polished beauty. Yet he maintained the canvas of beauty on screen.



Extreme hot bodies, dresses and language...
If I discuss the characters, it would begin with their looks and bodies. Both the female and male characters were extremely hot looking people. It gave a lot of people goosebumps, woman like me clapped everytime Ranveer removed his shirt and men clapped for Priyanka and Dipika. However this time it was more than just the bodies. The bodies were also given soul and colours.

The bodies were wrapped with gorgeous looking clothes and wonderful dialogue baazi. Nothing seemed politically, ethically or morally correct when it came to the dialogues. It was raunchy at different levels and sexual innuendos were the flavour of the day. The raunchiness was enjoyed by everyone in their own secret world. Even the woman character mouthed the sexy so called “ non veg” dialogues. The discomfort if felt by the audience was on both side of the binary gender frame. If the guy spoke about her size, the girl retorted back asking for his size right before their celebrated suicide. If the guy talked about pornography, she talked about her sexual desires. If the guy pretended not to be interested in her, she talked about seducing him. The word-play between the two was simply amazing. Kudos to the wonderful combination of the script-writers(Garima and Siddharth). I enjoyed the smart dialogues that held the story together.

Shifting away from the good girl syndrome:

There were a clear shift from the 'good-girl' syndrome to just a girl who decided for herself. Instead of waiting for him to seduce her, she went ahead and kissed him unabashedly. Not once but so many times she gave in to her desires. My friend totally found it unethical when she decided to elope with her lover instead of mourning her brother's death. I somehow never connected it to the family honour or her duty. As dramatically said in the film “ Badtamees, behasharam, buzdil hain yeah pyaar, par pyaar yahi hota hain” ( It is shameless, uncouth and lacks courage, but this how love is), I was very much in sync with her line of thinking.However,  the issue of ethic was never made an issue when the same girl's wedding was arranged within 10 days of her brother's death to keep her brother's honour. Maybe selling her virginity within the societal norms was fine as opposed to her choosing what to do with her virginity.



The Women Characters :

I have always admired Bhansali for the portrayal of women in his movies. Be it Nandini ( in Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam) or Paro's mother in Devdas. They were all very clear about what they wanted in their lives. And this time Bhansali took it to another level. This time he made his female characters assert their sexuality. He gave them agency. Be it Leela's sister in law, who demanded to spent more time with her husband when her husband returned , or Leela when she demanded a night with her husband before her death. This agency was portrayed with violence in the backdrop to justify their assertive nature, but these women clearly ruled the cinema and the screen for me.

Even after the rape incident, when they accused try to approach the survivor again she scowled back and walked out of the place.

The Rape incident
This was the only part of the movie which I hated. There was no need to even hint that rape could be used as a tool in war. Rape as a tool to destroy the honour of a family was something problematic that the director could have avoided. I do understand that this was the reality that still happens in India but was cinema not the medium to bring about that change in our attitudes?

 If the movie could insist so much on love, it could have gone ahead and depicted violence in different ways. I am fully aware of the fact that the way rape incident was dealt later by the lead character, was more on the lines of peace, but the reference to rape as a tool did upset me.

The madness:

A lot has been written about the lack of logic in the movie. First of all, when did Bollywood ever cater to the realms of logic? And seriously from the genre of Rajnikanth and Amitabh Bachchan, do we expect reasons? Was there not a parallel cinema movement that was explicitly meant for real life and reasoning (and because of the same things it has not been able to garner enough audience!).

However madness is needed, not just in the case of thousand people dancing on the roads without any context, but also for instances like love. The movie tried discussing Romeo and Juliet and tried setting up this tone in Indian context. It did feel like it was using love as the rational ( read madness) for most of the steps taken by the actors. There is no other emotion in the generally accepted range of emotions that caters for madness in the world. The scene where Leela repeats the messages sent by her husband 4 times while her sister in law is trying to reason out with her, can only be (understood/mis-understood) using the language of love.



We are mostly taught to reason out our actions, most of us don’t tend to spontaneously act on our desires. Well we have been taught that desires need to be controlled, censored and now even under surveillance. We need to follow rules and codes of our surroundings and in such a scenario there is no space for madness of individuals. Ram Leela in its own spicy, bollywood style try providing that space for madness. Maybe Bhansali did not intend to see it in that sphere but I would like to read that into it.

Overall I enjoyed! BIG thank you to Bhansali.


10/2/13

Red Brigade : A different form of revolution.



Red Brigade

We had heard that girls from small towns were different from city girls. They were less educated and more under the pressure of patriarchy. However our experience with Red Brigade was different and humbling in a way. They gave us the lens to understand their fight; a fight they were willing to fight against a mind set called Patriarchy.Somewhere in the hearts of India a different form of revolution was brewing up. It did not have the media attention, neither the fame of Femen. They were angry and wanted to solve their problem. And they found this help in self defence,or we must say Martial Arts. 

Red Brigade

The girls walked in silence and reverted those gaze. They were no more scared and no more felt the insecurity. They just wanted to reclaim those lanes, their lives and their schools. Girls were tired and Red brigade gave them hope. That’s what Red brigade meant for them: the symbol of power, the symbol of hope.

A bunch of girls from age group 9 to 25 years old formed the part of the notorious “Red Brigade”. Notorius because nobody really supported them. Police thought they were nuisance, neighbours thought they were bad influence for other girls and their own parents were against their acts. All of them attended classes in martial arts and had been associated with this effort for a long time. They assembled in the Dragon Academy and learned methods of self-defence  from Mr. Gyan. 

Why Red Brigade? And they smile and let us know that it was a gift given by the boys who used to mock  them. Whenever these girls used to go out for practises in their red salwar and black dupatta, they used to tease them saying : Red Brigade aa rahi hai ( Red Brigade is coming)1. So they just stuck with the name.

Aap ka Jagruk Rahna bahut zaroori hai.( It is necessary to be alert in your daily lives)

Red Brigade was the brain child of Ms. Usha who had most of her family members involved in this campaign. She found this as the only way of protecting herself and her loved ones. She noted that lot of girls facing similar plight were simply locked up in their houses and their education was stopped. The notion of eve-teasing was at rampant in Lucknow, from where this group operated. Red Brigade was an effort to give the girls their sense of security back.




Sehat banana zaroori hai. Aapko har roz dood peena padega ( Your health is important, Make it a point to drink milk everyday)


The idea behind teaching girls self defense came from within the group itself. These girls knew each other from before. They used to go to coaching classes where they were involved wit each other's at some level. They were very active in street theatres and somehow felt social issues needed to be addressed within the community. There was no help coming from the government, private organizations did not find any incentive to interfere and families found it easier to lock the girls up inside instead of tackling the issue. The girls had to take up their issue of safety in their own hands.Red Brigade was an effort to remove the fear away.

9 year old Shanti joined Red Brigade only when she was 6 years old. She was the youngest in Usha's family. She spoke eloquently , in between giggles spoke about sister's solidarity that kept her confidence up. She was not aware of feminism as a concept but very clearly spoke of the gender inequality she faced with respect to her brother. She said shyly how her brother was scared of her.

Itna stamina se kya hoga, arre cum se cum 1 minute ki dod! ( You really need to improve your stamina, you should be able to run fast for a minute)

Red Brigade took the feminist movement to one stop forward. Usha clearly shared her discontent with the feminist movement which was more worried about other elite issues and failed to tackle the basic issues. She said that she still needed to fight for girl education in these places and issues of sexuality was far away from their present concern. She was tired of sitting and waiting for revolution to happen. One fine day she just decided to take up the revolution in her own hands.


The girls don't have a conceptual understanding of the fight they are involved. At some level the society and their families have let them down. They just have the sisterhood that gave them back their identity.They know the patriarchy is against them and really wished at least their brothers , friends and their female relatives understood them.

One of the member shared how every day was a fight to come for this judo classes. She still fought and continued coming for the classes. This was the only place where she belonged and she regained her self respect.

Usha proudly mentioned the number of foreigners who had asked for their uniforms. She had people coming from Portugal, United Kingdom and other European countries coming giving them trainings. A Mexican group just came and stayed with them and showed interest in making a documentary on them. She just hoped she will be able to set up more defence classes. She really found it amusing how people from far away were aware of her efforts and people sitting in Delhi were yet to recognize her issues.

After all this, it was disheartening in a way to see these girls, talk about basic issue of food. They knew their health was important. They did not want to win championships but needed to be fit and yet had to fight for basic right to food. It was easier for the trainer to tell them to drink milk, but in their houses they hardly had access to food and resources. To demand their right to milk was an issue they still had to tackle.

While we were leaving one of the girls told us how all this fighting and all was fun, she would still love it if only she could dance. Somehow it was easier for her to fight than to dance. Dancing was another fight she needed to take up, but for now she was happy with Red Brigade!

Contributors : Nastassia and Jasmine. 



1Red Brigade in Hindi also is used to denote a a group of people associated with violence.   

8/7/13

Strangers in the train : Murakami Style

7 minutes means a lot in a daily routine. By 7 minutes one can miss the metro, one can alter the morning schedule, one can mix the faces of the fellow passengers; Life can change. Most of us do not like missing those 7 minutes. We don't like being late; we don’t like having our well prepared lives altered in any way. There is some sense of soothness in the daily chores, a kind of rhythm which reminds us of the world around. To be sure it is still the same place we last checked in; we need the boredom. It is difficult accepting change in anyway.

I am a daily passenger and I travel for hours for daily commute. One needs hobby to spent these hours. I somehow never developed the habit of listening to music. It never made sense to me, having the blast coming from tiny little things. I would see thousands of people getting lost in this noise. I somehow could not get myself into this.

Most of the people don't notice things happening around. Some say nothing special ever happens. I cant argue with that. There is always a sense of uniformity in everyone in the metro. Everyone wears clothes, everyone has a bag, everyone is tensed and everyone is rushing. Nothing exciting ever happens.

Maybe we don't look enough.


I spend hours staring at the sky; the sky is always lot more calmer than the crowd inside the metro. I love the way how colours of the sky always have a story to tell, There are scores of birds diving in and out of sky creating beautiful aerial shows. If I am not gazing at the sky, then I am sometimes listening to conversations. Conversations sometimes tend to be boring, most of the times repetitive. It's amazing the amount of mundane and repetitive conversations human beings are trained to deal with on a daily basis. As an observer most of the times, I don't get to chose my performers. I become their observer sheer out of luck. Some people enlighten me, most disappoint.



I have been reading Harumi Murakami for last few weeks. This was a desperate attempt to slow down my brain's deterioration in the metro journey. A flat hard bound black book helps me cut of from the rest of the noise around me. These noises are neatly divided into two source: the humans and the non humans. Both of them are without aim and mostly nuisance. As someone had once rightly stated “I wish I could control my hearing devices and go off on mute mode”. Murakami 's book is currently playing the role of mute device. I start reading : and before I know I am reaching the destination. Time and Noise both lose their significance or as stated in the world of Murakami, they lose their essence. It keeps travelling in two and fro movements.

Going and Coming in and out of Murakami is bit of harrowing experience . I am engrossed in his work, am going though his journeys and then out of nowhere, I hear a sound at the far end. And slowly my brain starts tracing the source of it. And then zapped into the real world. I used to get sad, an immense amount of sadness would dawn upon me on this realization. In the crowd one could not look sad, even though nobody really looked on the faces. Slowly got used to this time travel or even better as Aisha would say: this was my entry point to my third level. I could get in whenever I felt like and get out whenever heard a noise at the end of the tunnel.

7 minutes where about to change, something. Reading Murakami has its own defects. The magical realism starts spreading into your parallel lives. One starts craving for those things , even starts justifying the imaginary world created. I start looking for miracles.

7 minutes and I was late today. Everything behind time, I was no more interested in the sky. I was pissed at the birds for not getting the formation right. Passengers looked uglier and noises became unbearable. Murakami smiled at me from this world to another. I refused to enter the third level that day. I just had him next to my body.

Staring at people, I realized another soul staring at the sky. People don't stare, people look at things. Their eyes are always drifting. Its as if eyes always are in a hurry, there is so much to see. I have sometimes caught people staring at me. I don't mind that. But they always revert their eyes. Eyes are always moving from one place to another. But she was staring, regardless of time, regardless of space. The whole profile looked peaceful. Her hair long and curly,refused to be calm. Her eyes lost and her lips as straight as possible. She looked like lost in trance. I could not help but check her body, her feet, her hands and her beautiful little hands. It grasped my attention and I was awaiting for a big surprise. A fellow Murakami fan. She was reading one of his works; work I simply love. I really wanted to make sure I was right. I really stared hard at her book, I could see the grasps of her fingers getting tightened around the book. She was nervous and I was excited. Was it really possible ; a fellow Murakami fan looking at the sky at the same moment as I was involved in the same process. Maybe not in my world, but in Murakami's world it was totally possible. Maybe it only happened in Murakami's world.

I struggled to keep my nerves under control. I really wanted to know if she liked the book, did she like the protagonists, what did she think about it? Could she sing for me the song in the novel? I was bubbling with questions, unable to control my stare. With my body getting excited, my stare did become incomprehensible. I could see her pupils staring at me and increasing in size.

7 minutes late that day and I was standing face to face with a Murakami's fan. In ordinary world this was no miracle, nothing extra ordinary happened, there were no magic moments. But I could not help feeling excited about the prospects of talking to her. She was some metres away and it felt like miles away. She suddenly had this immense power over me, that I could feel my feet going numb.

I gathered all the courage of the world and went and dropped in a hello. It is not easy saying a Hello in the world of metros. One has to manoeuvre through a lot many faces, a lot many thoughts. One has to side away one's own thoughts,the thought of encountering a stranger. It is tough in its simplest way. It is no easy job talking to a person.

So hello it was, and she still did not smile. She thrust her book inside her bag and awaited my reply. I continued my monologue, How I loved that book, How I am a big fan of Murakami and how I had to drop in a Hello. It would not make any sense in this world, but as Murakami fans know,it did make sense in his world. That was the only driving force I had myself going. Murakami would have made sure that his characters dropped in a Hello.

My rambling eased her tensions, She smiled, she understood my craziness about the book. She smiled further and let me unnerve my fears. She was a patient listener and I could say she was glad that someone spoke so long about Murakami. She confessed how the book had left a mark on her, how she was trying to re-read the book in every sense possible. The part of staring at sky was an attempt to understand his world. I was only glad to hear her version of Murakami.

We had a total of 7 minutes for all this. It never occurred to either of us to ask each others names. It was not important. The discussion was about Murakami and somehow it was complete in its own way. She got off the same platform as mine. I had never seen her on this platform and somehow I had the intuition that I would never see her in future either. We continued our conversation fully aware of the fact that we might never see each other.

She ended the conversation on the note that it was wonderful meeting someone who was equally in love with his worked. I fully agreed with her, in my heart of heart wishing she would ask my details. She did not. I did not feel the need to ask her contact details, this is how Murakami worked. You had to give coincidences some credit, serendipity had its own role to play.


7 minutes and that day felt so different. In a way beautiful and complete. I had done things I would have normally not done. Talked to a stranger and had a beautiful conversation about an author. I did not make a friend , instead found a beautiful soul.


It's wonderful to realise that there are more beautiful souls out there somewhere.