God was Murdered

Web series Title :   Live-in Concept The story spans over three weeks & flashbacks [90-minute reel time spread over six 15-minute webisodes]. Five major characters [22-23-years-old post graduate students] are Adil [narrator {ice-cool chutia}], Arshi [Adil’s twin sister & cold-hearted bitch], Mira [Adil’s live-in girlfriend & magical heart reader], Kamles aka Basterd [promiscuous, Adil’s BFF, Arshi’s ex-BF, Maddy’s live-in not-BF], Manjari aka Maddy [girlfriend-of-the-year without a jealous bone – not-dating but surely-mating with Kamles] Shit hits the fan when Mira kicks Adil out from their live-in home. Adil moves in with Maddy-&-Kamles & has to sleep on the same bed. Why. Kamles reckons Adil’s a chicken & would run back to Mira in the middle of the night & beg her to take him back. Adil knows Kamles is right. Adil & Mira love each like madly. But, at times, paradoxically, you just can’t live with the one you really love. Even ...

Before you read this I’d like for you to ask yourself a simple question. What kind of human are you? If you see a poor stranger at 2am on a cold December night, shivering in pain as he’s just become a victim of hit-&-run – would you stop your car, walk out & do all that’s humanly possible to save this man. Would you recall your mother’s wisdom & keep driving, knowing god exists & he will save the man. Knowing how stupid it is to get into someone else’s mess. And for all you know the human is an imposter. On September 11, 2001, I watched live, on TV, as the second of the twin towers was pierced by a plane & then came crashing down. In the fifteen years since, I haven’t shed a tear for the dead. Paradoxically, I’ve celebrated 9/11 for the last 6 years. No, I didn’t get turned and hit it off with Al Qaeda - I fell in love with a girl, who happened to be born on 9/11. But, I digress. I haven’t shed a tear for the thousands of dead Kashmiris, millions dea...

  While growing up in the 90s I was addicted to Hindi films like Punjab is to smoking-&-snorting-up. A lot of them starred Mr Shahrukh Khan. I admired the man so much that I walked the streets of Melbourne wearing two sweaters after his film – Mohabbatein released. I looked nothing like my idol – I embarrassed the birds, blondes and the border-jumping Bangladeshis alike. I didn’t give a damn. I was in love with a man. And mark my words – you’ve not lived if you’ve not fallen in love with the same gender without wanting to bang them. I could never have imagined that a decade and a half later I will cringe at every film Mr Khan does and be totally dying to bang him, I mean his head-into-a-wall.  Somewhere in the 21 st century he lost his balls, sold his soul and became a prostitute of fame & box office. He’s arguably the most gifted spineless actor of the last quarter century. Sometimes I feel like going to his kitschy house with a graffiti spray and prin...

Dot on schedule - 00.00 midnight - amidst chilly-polluted-as-fuck Delhi air and the asshole owl giving me the stink eye, Sunny Leone showed up in a short scarlet dress on the roof of PVR Saket. Instead of fake greetings, Sunny and I – {as she’d been briefed earlier} - pulled down a Patiala long island iced tea. Then I asked her to place her hand on the greatest religiously pious book of all time – Play Boy – and repeat after me. ‘Everything I’ll say today will not be said to offend or flatter someone. It will not be said to show myself in graceful light or justify my choices. I will speak my heart & if someone is hurt because of my views, I shall never apologize to them across my living years. Not because I’m cocky, but because doing so will mean I’m apologizing for my honesty.’ She repeated to the T. ‘You don’t feel cold?’ I asked curiously. ‘This is practically summers when you’re born in Canada’ I felt a little ashamed wearing a fat bomber jacket. But, it wa...

March 25 th  2016 is a marked date for me. On this mammoth day there will be two freak clashes — Me vs. Ex-supergirlfriend and Batman vs. Superman — but till that life-altering event stabs me in the deepest corners of my heart, you and I will have to settle for Star Wars vs. Bajirao Mastani. Comparing these two films seems like a mistake of even greater proportion than me inappropriately cuddling a freshwater crocodile on that unusually cold evening on a park bench in Gold Coast. But, then where's the fun in life if its very existence isn't in danger. There are similarities between the two worlds of the films. Both are larger than life, one set in the mythical future and the other in the mystical past, are indulgent, mega budget in their respective milieu, and with niche directors & sleek performances. To my limited intelligence, the similarities end there, and a gulf emerges – a gulf bigger than the sexual freedom of an ISIS Jihadi's wife and a gir...