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Damn !


{ An entry for Klash (klashknk.wordpress.com) }


The officer was pleased. Everything was in order. The troops were well-prepared. This time the dacoits can’t escape. There was no escape route. The infrastructure was in place. The wall on the east was fully constructed and guarded well. The southern forest was well-manned by commandos.  And the northern cliffs had the best sharp shooters of the army, ready for them. The dacoit’s damnation in hell was certain. “Damn them all” he said aloud. And then he realised something was wrong.

“Damn? There’s something that strikes, but I don’t seem to recollect”, he wondered.

Cadet: “Sir the dacoits are coming from the west, on boats over the river.”

Damn! They had forgotten to build a dam!



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Meet Raj ! The name you must have heard,veer26

A simple town boy, since school a big time nerd !

Introducing Naina, his childhood crush,

Every time he saw her, he would blush !



But Naina loved someone else ! Aww… what fate…

 They were best friends…but in love he was late…

And so his depression…led him to lose his mind…

He didn’t notice that rash driver…coming from behind…

In hospital, was made…a promise to be kept…ssrk

“Rohit , in this life Naina is yours … but in next life and life-long she will be mine…”

And so Raj died…and Naina wept…

But for love stories one lifetime is not enough as they say…

20 years later, Raj returned as Om (Surprise, Surprise!!), one fine day…

And then he searched for Naina … as he remembered her again…

Tried to find her everywhere…but no success… alas he searched in vain…

At last he found her (the climax begins)…she too had been waiting for him…

20 yr old Om met Naina (not too old, only 55 she seemed!)

priety old But will the age difference matter, when their hearts were one…

Rohit was dead long back, so Naina was single… waiting for someone…

The question remains will they unite now or not…

Was Naina indeed the destiny …that Om really sought?

To see where this epic of love ends… do visit theatres this Jan…

And watch “Om Returns Home” starring Shahrukh Khan!!


[Coming soon: Om Returns Home – The Trailer]



Klash’s latest word is Rebirth. (http://klashknk.wordpress.com/)

The great philosopher poet Prof. Richard Devendra Das, who knows it all, finally decided to speak on this mystifying subject of re-incarnation and I was one of the privileged ones to hear his entire speech.

Though his entire speech is worth re-mentioning its too long to fit in the disk space WordPress provides ( far longer than Mahesh Bhatt’s uninterrupted speech).

Therefore I re-produce here (with permission and lots of royalty paid) the most important part of his poetic philosophical speech – his own account of the reason of his re-birth (and past birth’s death).

Yes re-births happen for a reason – for reference see Om Shanti Om, Karan Arjun, Karz, Karz- Himesh Version {at your own risk}, Ab Ke Baras {Not my problem if you haven’t heard of it}.

Following is an excerpt from the speech of the esteemed philosopher poet Prof. Richard Devendra Das.The speech was delivered at a private gathering and this is only part of the speech ever re-produced.


Rebirths happen for a reason, my reason is fame
Which I rightly deserved in last life…never received the same
A struggling writer I was whose writings people never read
Nowhere to success this profession lead
So one fine day dejected I was
From writing I decided to take a permanent pause
And gifted my new writings to a student I had
Willy S. they called him…his writing was sad
The rest is history, he stole my work and rose to fame
When I confronted him, he used my own line, "What’s in a name?"
Whether it’s your work or mine…it’s all the same…
That day I committed suicide and to this existence I have since came!!


International Watch Shop, Naya Bazaar, YKW (you know where!!!)

Here Sir… A perfect Swiss make

“Too expensive… ahem… I mean too extravagant design…I need something subtle you know …”

Yes sir, I have just the thing for you, a watch ‘made in China’. Only Rs. 20

“Too cheap. Look money is not an issue and I don’t want Chinese watch. Show me a nice foreign watch.”

Sure sir, here’s a French one, an Italian make and this one’s a latest English watch…

“This looks good”

Good choice sir… it’s the latest design, just arrived today morning from London …

In the basement…

“Put these London packs. Mark these as Swiss. Make sure you don’t leave any old labels affixed …”

Mon Ami

Dear Joe,


Yeah, I know you will be angry with me.

You kept writing letters and I never replied to one.

Yes it’s my fault; I failed to keep in touch.

Its not that I had forgotten you, it’s just a busy life you know.

Over time, even you stopped writing letters to me; you must have been fed up of me not replying to you.

I remember our college days, when we were the best of friends. We still are, aren’t we? Distance doesn’t break friendships.

Let’s meet up and revive the old times. I will be coming to UK next month for a week’s holiday. I know you will be glad to meet me and so am I. See you soon.

Your friend,


P.S.: I have decided to spend the maximum time possible with you while I stay there, so I haven’t made any hotel bookings. I will stay at your home. 🙂


Sam thought over it for minute. True, Joe was his best friend once, but over time they had lost contact. For last two years he hadn’t heard a word from him. But then again, Joe was one of those emotional guys. He will never forget old friends. Free accommodation in UK for a week was done.

A few days afterwards he received a letter.


Mr. Sam,

Sorry to inform you, but your dear friend Joe died two years back. Since he stayed alone and had no family members, his house was auctioned and I am the new owner of this house. I understand your grief and hope that you come over it soon. May God bless your good friend’s soul.

Yours truly…

Mr. Arthur Alright


Sam sighed. “There goes my trip”

Or perhaps not!

Why UK…why not France!

Time to write another letter…


Mon Ami Julian…


Take 1

“Honey, I am home. What’s for dinner?”
“You never told me you can make Lasagna. Hope you haven’t put mushrooms.”
“Yes I know…you told me about your fungal allergy long back”
“Hmm… by the way, I met John Cruz today, your old college friend”
“Oh really, how is he? Where did you meet him? “
“At Crossword. He is studying Homer’s work. We had an interesting conversation regarding you.”
“You did?”
“Yes about your name. It implies “faithfulness”. I didn’t know the meaning until now.”
“Hmm…have your dinner its getting cold”

And so Penelope served the mushroom filled lasagna to him acting against what her name implied. Soon she will have his wealth and her love…John.

Et Tu Penelope….


Take 2

Reporters conversing at a book launch…

“Psst…, any clue what’s the book plot?”
“No idea, the press release contained only the title of the book – Penelope”
“Guess it’s a controversial plot. The writer is a debutante – perhaps that’s why the publishers were silent about the plot. Adds to the hype”
“Yes, it’s all to create hype. Perhaps the story is the biography of a woman of substance”
“I think it’s a thriller, perhaps the main protagonist is Penelope, the victim of some crime”
The writer arrives…
Amidst many questions he raises his voice, “Firstly a clarification about an error: The title is not “Penelope” its “Pen Elopes”. The story is about a pen eloping with a whitener against family opposition…”


Take 1 – Year 2001

He relaxed once he had boarded Flight 77. 5 years back he had arrived in Washington, with the hope of having a decent job. But destiny awaited something else. He was now a classified thief but had no regrets. Soon he will be faraway from the clutches of the law. He was heading off to Los Angeles from where he will catch a flight to India. The DC Police will never find him in a random village of India. He will assume a new identity, buy land in partnership with landlords he had heard of and live a life of ease. He will soon be faraway from them all.

September 11, 2001 would be the day of his freedom.


Take 2 – Year 2008

He landed at the airport. Freedom at last. Soon he will be faraway from the clutches of law. In three days he will leave Mumbai and the DC police will never find him in a random village of India. His friend will meet him in a high-class hotel, ready with the dollars he had stolen converted in Indian rupees. It was a tough scam, but success was achieved. He was rich and faraway from law. A new life awaited him ahead. He caught a cab and reached his hotel. So far so good. “Welcome Sir, your room is ready, please sign here.” The fake passport worked. He signed the register.


The Taj Mahal Palace Guest Register
26/11/2008 – Peter Williams

"The night before Christmas"

The night before Christmas:

Having completed my Christmas shopping I decided to have a coffee at the cafe.
The person at the counter said its about closing time, but I could get my coffee before that.
I notice a small kid closing the glass door and putting up the “Closed” sign.
While leaving I saw a man in Santa’s suit approaching the cafe…an old man returning from a day’s work at some mall.
The kid seemed excited, so the owner overruled the closing time for the old man.

Christmas morning:

I read the newspaper to see who won the best dressed Santa contest.
Something else caught my attention :

“Santa robs cafe, owner and son injured!!”Santa

A random night of desires


“Another one my mate,” George uncle said
He was probably the best customer, this bar ever had…
I poured him another glass of rum…
And then I waited for Rose to come…

Rose was the barmaid…late again tonight…
I awaited her arrival…my desire, her sight…
George uncle was her father, last month he had lost his wife…
Rum was his desire…to dilute a lost life…

His daughter’s desire, to see her father recover,
To make him give up alcohol…Drat!! There comes her lover..
John, he’s the goon, he doesn’t love her, his desire is lust…
But he helps her dad financially, tolerate him she must!!

And thus moved on a night of unexpressed desires…

The face behind the mask!!!

I asked him why he wore that mask
He questioned back, “Why do you ask?”
“Some call me by this name, some by another
No one questions my actual identity, why do you bother?”

“I am the one they worship in one form,
I am the one they seek to end in another,
I am the one they haven’t really seen,
Yet they define with different faces, my being!!”

They like their definition, concluding they are right,
To know the unknown face, without its sight,
When they don’t bother, why do you?
why question the unquestioned, why seek something new?

He never lifts his mask yet many portray him still,
Does God have his own identity, his own free will?