He Said, She said - another f****ing song!

He said, she said you said we said

Did I say she said you said they said?

No wait; I didn’t get what you said.

All this noise’s just spinning in my head.

So won’t you shut up or just drop dead?

I’m sick of this constant drama

Why don’t you see?

Go and complain to your mama

Don’t bother me!!!

Can you spare me these stupid questions?

I have no answers, to satisfy you

I don’t get these crazy connections

And I don’t need to, justify to you.

You’re not that important to me,

You’re just interesting conversation

I don’t think I said that or maybe

I don’t understand all these relations

So please take a walk outside my head

And never crawl back in there again

All I want is to go back to my bed.

Did you know you’re just a major pain?

I’m sick of this constant drama

Why don’t you see?

Go and complain to your mama

Don’t bother me!!!

He said, she said you said we said

Did I say she said you said they said?

No wait; I didn’t get what you said.

All this noise’s just spinning in my head.

So won’t you shut up or just drop dead?

My head……………get out of my…head

Out of my head….just drop dead!!!!

Garima Bhatt.

Endless roads..

These endless roads, they go no where
But at least they take me here and there
These endless roads, they go on and on
They’ll still be here when we’re all gone

I take a trip down those narrow lanes
Stop and stare, through window panes
When I look at a mirror I see your face
Nothing’s too strange in this magic haze.

I see what I want, I guess we all do
I do what I want, I know you do to
But where does this go, does it ever end
Broken vows are hard to mend
Just like broken dreams….
And so my soul screams.

These endless roads, they go no where
but I’m here now and so I don’t care
These endless roads, they will never stop
The worlds my bike and I’m on top


I’m the road, the road becomes me
Exploring the world and some fantasy
A bit of real, and little of fake
Wandering on for wandering’s sake.


You know I’ve walked these roads before
Kept on walking till my feet were sore
And then when I could walk no more
I just unzipped the skin I wore.
And my soul ran on…
Although I was gone.

These endless roads, they go no where
But at least they take me here and there
These endless roads, they go on and on
They’ll still be here when we’re all gone

- Garima Bhatt

Apathy towards sports: will India ever win those medals?

India and China have long been in constant competition with each other in terms or development and industrialization. Beijing 2008 has easily proved China has run far ahead, and India is huffing and puffing while trying to catch up. Olympics they say is a peaceful proxy war for world dominion, and if that be the case India is years far from joining the elite “developed” nations list with its solitary gold medal in Beijing 08.

To analyze the difference in the performance of these traditional rivals, one doesn’t have to go far. One look at the attitude and resources towards sports makes it obvious that sport does not figure very high in the priority list of the Indian education system. While the Chinese government spends major resources in spotting and training sporting talent from the very grassroots and from the very bud, the Indian government is neither concerned nor serious about developing young sportspersons who will take their country to international glory.

When compared to the Chinese system of rigorous training, incentives and facilities to bring forward the best talent their country has, The Indian sports training and selection system is dismal and completely inefficient. The funds allotted are meagre and even so hardly any of it reaches the players. The inefficiency is most prominent at the school level, especially so in the rural districts. The schools in the urban areas are better for they have more funds and personally take initiative to develop sports men and women from within the school. The support from the government or the Sports Authority of India (SAI) is negligible, and so many potential sports heroes go unnoticed because their school didn’t have enough funds to dedicate to sports.

The government sports officials however are far from accepting responsibility. Baldev Desai (D.S.O) feels that it is the indifference from schools and parents along with a general lack of talent that is to be blamed for India’s dismal sporting history.
“What can the government do if the schools don’t want to spend any time or energy towards sports events?, We do provide some funds to schools to develop sports but hardly any of them take it seriously”, complains Desai. “Moreover Parents also want their children to concentrate on academics rather than sports. Some kids do make it to district or state level but they are not talented enough to go further and make it so far also due to lack of participation or adequate competition”, he adds

The schools have another story to say. They say that except few big schools, its impossible to provide adequate training for individual sports to each and every student, keeping in mind the number of students and the time constrains added with academic pressure. It must be the responsibility of sports authorities to build sports complexes in each district so as to provide equal sporting facilities to all students regardless of the economic and social background. By doing this, the schools can identify talented sports persons and then send them to these complexes to get intensive training and facilities.
“Once we send our students for district level competitions and they are selected to represent the district then is it not the responsibility of the district sports authorities to train these children? But it is assumed that the school must be held responsible. We are a poor country and it’s impossible for all schools to have hi-tech sports ground”, said Mrs Shashi Bhatt, principal S.R.V, Bopal.
One more part of this mind boggling puzzle of athletic mediocrity lies with the parents, who do not give much importance to sports, and give much higher regard to Academics.
“I know its all very well for one to say that each kid is different, some can excel in academics and some can be sportsmen; But things are different when it comes to your own child. There is hardly any career scope for sports persons in India, even our Olympic players live in abject poverty, then why would a parent want their kid to go down that path of hardship and disappointment?”, ponders Poorna Dave, a mother of a 12 year old.

It is a fact well known that the best sports persons are those who start training from a tender age, and so schools become the base for developing sporting skills, but it is also a fact well observed that in most Indian schools sports lie much lower in importance than studies.
“What do you expect in a place where schools run from market complexes and apartments? Schools should be a place for all round development, but most of us want to make our kids into walking encyclopedias. Imagine if Mohamed Ali was born in Ahmedabad, would he be allowed to become the great boxer he did? He probably would be reprimanded for getting into brawls and then buried under a pile of books”, muses a well known sportsman from the city but only on condition of anonymity, lest he offend the almighty sports authorities.

Black Moonlight

You came to me on a rainy day,

And then you took my sun away

I was a fool, I heard them say

Still I tried to find our way

Jokers laugh, beggars cry

Thieves deceive but lovers die

Can’t believe it was all a lie

But it must be true coz you said good bye.

In this constant chemical high

Can’t move on I swear I try.

There’s a black full moon on the sky tonight,

And I’m bathing myself in its black light

Bit by bit, disappearing from sight

Hoping this is the way that I can make things right.

Strings of stars on a rope

Hanging on to rays of hope

Addicted to the killer dope

Looking for an anti-dote.

You were mine and I was yours

Peeping through each others doors

Constant spinning in that eternal dance;

We tried quite hard, but we lost our chance.

Lost ourselves in lovers’ trance

There’s a black full moon on the sky tonight,

And im’ bathing myself in its black light

Bit by bit, disappearing from sight

Hoping this is the way that I can make things right.

- Garima Bhatt

Was she better than me? (A grotesque parody) ;)

So come on baby..tell me everything

What did she look like? what was her name?

Did you think she was smokin’ hot?

Or was it her who was after, something you’ve got?

So did you play your lil game and took her to bed?

Or was it her who messed with your head?

So baby did you shake with desire,

When she touched your skin?

And did she scream like she was on fire?

When you were going in?

You were my only baby

But I was so lonely baby

But you didn’t even know my baby did ya?

Too busy lying under her?

Every time I close my eyes

Im reminded of the countless lies

I see u writhing in pure ecstacyyyy

So baby was she better than me?

Did i cross even cross your mind when you were in her bed

You never meant those things you said?

And did you cuddle her after you did it

Turn off the lights, or did ya leave them lit?

Under her, but on top of me

Look at me now, answer me..

How many times have you made love to me..

While picturing her in your fantasy?

Tell me my love what did you find?

Was her body much better than mine?

You were my baby doll..

But you drove me crazy doll…

And u never notice my pain, now did ya?

Too busy, lying under her..

Everytime I close my eyes

Im reminded of those countless lies

Think really hard and answer me…

So baby was she better than me?????

And excuse me honey..dont even bother with the lies,

Coz’ my eyes can read, what your tongue denies

When you called and you cried then messed my head

Was she lying next to you on the bed?

I’ll change my ways, when you promised me?

Could you still smell her on your bodyyy???

How did it come to this?

We used to be in lovers bliss

And now I cant stand your face

Jolted out from a lovers daze….

But now Im happy doll,

Coz u’ll never dump me doll..

And I know you wont be leaving me

Coz I’m leaving you first babyyyyyyyy

Everytime I close my eyes,

I can hear all your hollows lies

Look into my eyes and answer please…

So baby was she better than me??....

Was she better…was she better…better

Or did she do it to you better than meeeee???

TV LOVE

Yesterday you broke my TV, and as I saw the shattered pieces of glass on the floor, it seemed to me that my heart lay shattered in those thick black glass pieces.

The funny thing however was, you had broken so much more, my dreams, my heart and worst of all my spirit. But somehow nothing had seemed as depressing as the broken TV, lying face down in a pool of black crystal blood.

But it was so much more than a TV, and you knew that didn’t you? That’s why you broke it. It wasn’t a moment of extreme rage, that made you did it, but part of a slow, meticulous, cold blooded murder, the perfect crime, for which you would never be pinned

But you know honey, plans back fire too, sometimes it blows up in your face. It turned out that breaking the TV was the best thing you did to me, for once it made me notice the silence in my life.

I used to enter our house and before I could take of my shoes I would switch the TV on and drown my loneliness in the canned laughter of American sitcoms. Friends, Seinfeld, my wife and kids…some American idol, Last comic standing and yeah the latest videos on VH1 to finally put me to sleep.

Will Ross get Rachel? Will Susan and mike end up together? Who will be eliminated today on Idol, Comic or the closer to home roadies. These were the questions that haunted my mind and made up for the lack of any activity in my own life. Ryan is a bad boy…but he loves Marissa, So it all made sense, you loved me too. And the crazy action in our own lives, was just part of screen play….every episode must have something exciting after all….and you were not abusing me…we were just a couple of aggressive, passionate young lovers…Or was that Ryan and Marissa?

Reality merged with TV shows, and I was living my life through Monica, Rachel, Marissa and yeah Susan. They were me, I was them. I remember…you broke the glass in our shelves with my hair straightener, threatened to kill me…and then went to office, and as I sat thinking how much I hate you….i heard Colby Caillat break into her happy -cheesy single “bubbly” …and suddenly, you were the sexy man in the video and u never hurt me…I was Colbie, and we were in love…and I was humming

It starts in my toes
And I crinkle my nose
Where ever it goes I always know
That you make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Where ever you go

And it made sense, what they all said. That It was not something small, I could die. I might as well become a 2 min news story about the growing crimes of passion in a forever news hungry 24 hr channel, kind of like the one I work in.

They told me, I was smarter than that, Asked me how was I still taking all this and putting up with so much shit? And I would decide every time, This is it man, I’m not an uneducated, helpless teenager blinded by bollywood ideas of “Me and you ..against the world”, and I would settle down infront of the TV, waiting for you to come back so I could treat you with some sarcasm that was slowly boiling in the venom at the pit of my heart….But suddenly Leona came on the TV, and I was transformed from a beaten, haggard, unkempt junky gal to a gorgeous mocha skinned, evening gowned gyrating Leona lewis, My pain and passion easily reflecting in her voice and song, and suddenly all the anger was gone, replaced by deep and utter longing…I was her…and only she knew how I felt….and I joined her in celebrating the melancholy and pain we had in our lives

But I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open

Ah the glamor of being so deeply in love….and being the center melancholic Shakespearian heroin in a tragedy about passionate, angry love. And I couldn’t sleep all night waiting for my hero to come home early morning so I could hug him and sleep in his embrace…forever in our “epic love story…”, which no one but sitcom characters and music video actors seemed to understand.

I can see it so clearly now, There is no noise to distract me from reality, No friendly chatter of the “friends” gang, building the illusion of a happy, friend filled life for me. Did I actually think I was sitting at central perk sipping coffee from a big white mug, while joey made a dumb but totally adorable comment, and all I wanted to do was pull his cheek……… the last time I had coffee with a group of good frenz, while engaged in fun, mindless banter, was at least 2 years ago. And I don’t understand how I didn’t see all this before….the answer is so simple…the TV!!!.

And now… lying on an empty bed, in an empty house….I soak in the emptiness, the loneliness and the silence that engulfs the flat and my life, echoes clearly, repeatedly inside my tattered heart. And I realize that it doesn’t matter whether Ross and Rachel get together or not, My life will not magically become perfect if Susan and mike marry each, coz you will always be an insensitive, uncaring and heartless brute, who doesn’t know the first thing about love. My life was screwed not coz Mike doesn’t realize that Susan is the perfect gal for him, but coz I didn’t realize that you were not.

So I know that when you smashed my precious TV, which I told you I couldn’t bear to get exchanged as it was a gift from my father, who passed away. And as you felt the satisfaction soak into your bones, thinking of the crushing pain it would cause to me, you didn’t know you were smashing the very walls of your own power castle, within which you kept me trapped. The walls have gone now, the illusions of television dissipated into thin air…and all that remains is me…wounded, broken…totally alone, but suddenly filled with superhuman conviction that I must must fly away, for there is nothing that stops me now.

So thank you honey, for the very last time for breaking my last material possession, and in doing so giving me the reality-check, and courage to soar away into the vast sky…..not the fake turquoise sky like on TV, but a very real, slightly grey-slightly dusty, but still very blue sky!

When God's attack!!

WHEN GOD’S ATTACK

- Garima Bhatt

Can I throw up my hands and surrender?

Must I endure these spiteful flames?

Are these the fires that harden rough coal?

And roast it into a precious jewel

Or is it merely the fury that hell emanates?

To test a soldiers fortitude?

Isolation.. then constant collisions

Getting minced between when and now

Good intentions, your constant suggestion

Can you please stop telling me how….how!!

Your shifty eyes conceal something sinister

Your awkward smile can barely hide

The ever so glorious smirk of pride

The haunting whispers, behind my back

There’s nowhere to hide when God’s attack!

I know you feel like a mighty defeater

But reason should have taught you better

The phoenix singes into delightful flames

Into a lifeless grey from scarlet red.

But no sooner than you turn your head

I shall rise again from this humble dust

In greater glory and blinding light

Kneel and pray, if you must

I’m ready to face a fiercer fight.