In search of answers...

Are we Indians coward,
Or are we shy..
Or we care somehow,
But we dont wanna try,

We have adjusted ourselves,
So well in this corrupted place,
Has it become our tradition ?
Or we lack the guts to face…

We say corruption chokes,
Then why we Indians breathe it ?,
We say corruption kills,
Then why we breed it ?,

The corruption helps,
To set the culprits free,
It blinds the law,
& still we shamely see,

It widens the gap,
Of poor and rich,
Then we continue the same,
Without any hitch… ?

Somehow I feel…

Our coward mind has,
Hurled down his brain,
Come what may,
Even let our money drain…

Has this become, Our way of life ?
To adjust with whatever it is…

And move on, Without a break to re-think, Re-construct, and reform our Corrugated minds…

Is it that no business runs without it ?,
Or is it that we dont wanna put an end to it..?
Are we not prepared for it.. ?
Or we really dont care ?

Many questions in these little brain, And almost all unanswered……

But atleast we can support those,
Who have atleast tried to stand for it,
Some greatones like Anna Hazare.

On the Sets!

These days are the ones I will never forget my whole life.

Everything seems difficult when you do it for the first time, but it didn't seem like that on the sets of Kaanchi. Surrounded by the finest co-stars and exceptional Director, it just felt like I belonged here. They say first time is always special, yes it is... My journey as an actor has just begun and there is nothing else I want to do for the rest of my life!

In the below image, director Subhash Ghai is teaching me for a scene act with Kartik Tiwari. Everyday on sets is a new chapter and new experience with a lot of FUN

Stay tuned for more updates from me :)

A picture that will say a thousand words!

Soon, a movie will take you through my life's journey in a way you had never imagined.

They say one picture can say a thousand words, I completely agree with it now.Here is a poster which does not need any description at all! As I am exploring the world of Digital, I can say one thing for sure this poster couldn't have been portrayed in a better way than it has been.

My FIRST digital poster of Kaanchi and nothing in the world can measure the scale of my happiness. Hope you will like it :) Do share your thoughts in the comment box below and after watching this you will surely come to know what sets Kaanchi different from others.

Here it is!

Kaanchi Motion Poster by IAmKaanchi

Brain-less

Why do people throw garbage on the streets of Marine drive?
Because within the whole stretch on Marine Drive, there is one dustbin, broken from the ends for no apparent reason.
So why aren't there enough and/or no dustbins on and around the streets? Are we, as the youth always expected to make some statement, example.
We're not really heard, seen  or acknowledged when we carry Lays packets in our bags till we see a dustbin in sight.Nor when we take part is massive "Cleanliness" Drives every year.
Why must we clean the streets when out parents pay THEIR hard earned money on our education to serve and work for our own country that can't fulfill it's basic criteria?
Thousands of 'fine for spitting/throwing garbage' plaques may come up, just like all other so called laws that are followed by absolutely noone.
It falls on deaf and uneducated ears.
To make them pay heed, what can be done.
What can be done?

Superwoman

You break me me down,
You take what you want,
You go as you please.

I am me.
I will rise, like a pheonix.
Soar like a dove.
Stand up when it's wrong,
Still be capable of love.

I am KAANCHI.
I AM A SUPERWOMAN.

You can.

She is innocent.Cherish it.

Her countenance is beautiful.Worship it.

Her vulnerability is tender. Protect it.

Because you can. 

READ : http://tehelka.com/freedom-without-fear-is-what-we-need-to-protect-to-guard-and-respect/

So they got away.

They did not wait.
To meet her, know her.
The light that she shone.
The hope that she was capable of.
The grace she would be.
The opportunities she would conjure up.
The happiness she would provide.
The love that she could mould with her palms.
They did not get to know her.
So there she lay.
So tiny.
On a railway bench.
Alone.
They did not wait to get to know her.
So they got away.