Jo really imbibed the name Joker in letter and spirit. He hid his pains behind that infectious humor of his. His words seemed to comfort the fellow writers who had troubles... He kept his posts hopeful and entertaining.
His words offered new perspectives and information and always he added to it his trademark comedy. His roasts became popular real quick and some sort of celebrity status was conferred on anyone who was roasted by him.
He spread positivity and cheer whenever he spill ink over paper and truly he became that crack ass comedian he aspired to be. He made a family out of strangers on a writing app, which still sticks together and that itself is an ode to his great persona.
We all love u Brother
From Kini, Sid, and me for Jo: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ //Words of his spread hope so big A mine of happiness yielding more the more you dig A bright sunshine in a world so sad Infectious humor turning things good from bad A brother, friend, poet, comedian Living by ideology of carpe diem Full of vigor making life memorable Weaving his own endearing fable Always in our memories and our thoughts All his battles he bravely fought Becoming A guiding light to love our lives His hopeful vivacious spirit surely never dies!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Words of his spread hope so big Words so jovial and band-aid banter, His style of comic An effulgent ray amongst the world so dark With a heart so tender, a rare gleaming spark An invigorating breeze chasing away the gloom Spreading smiles and giggles in magic woods tune A brother, a friend, a kind of light Now, A gleaming star in the blue moon delight Finding a new place to roast and grow Teaching us lessons of unborn tomorrow" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words of his, spread hope so big Like the fragrance of those old books He held wisdom, courage and knowledge Whilst hugging humour, love and positivity
Just like his Pen-name He put smiles on everyone's faces Whether with the roasts, banter or jokes He made Mirakee a home for many
He welcomed the new budding writers Revered and admired the old ones Through his quill he wrote masterpieces Addressing the societal taboos and issues
He was a staunch film lover Often replied with legendary dialogues Even dedicated a post to his favorite film But never 'Acted' and adhered to 'Realness' in reality
And such was our dear brother, Who only believed in going forward For the show must go on Yehi Kehta hai Joker... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (In order myself, @kin_jo and @the_speccy_outsider )
PS. The title draws from the fact that Our bro Jo loved and lived the movie Anand... #jandjforever#refrain
Many times rejections hurt deep They gradually make sadness seep So deep that it grows frustration Pushing it away with desperation Torturous on mind nagging rejections Careless neglect nurturing dejections A maze of mind trapping me inside Thoughts intrusive can't push aside Doubting myself for falling for you Slits to let sun inside so few Unending circles keep mind a prisoner The words memories killing like trickster Waiting for time to end this game Free this trapped mind from blame.
BG: Aditi and Amit from Jaane tu ya jaane na...best brother-sister duo in Bollywood ever. And joker will stay my Amit forever! He used this pic as the BG of one of his poems he once wrote for sunena Kini and me.. #jandjforever
This piece I had written on Vietnamese War (1955-75) and about the brutal American military intervention which killed millions there and still lead to genetic defects in babies due to use of chemical weapon called Agent orange. __________________________________ BOW TO HER
//We elect dark shadows to lead us into light and then wonder why all they do is incite Hindu Muslim fights.
Yep! Reality bites but that's a fact alright we are voters without sight electing crooks wearing white who's businesses run in night who win by moneys might Or goons that create fright.
Educated turn their eyes Politics is dirty man's flight Our Hypocrisy reaches height sipping their teas, voters whine "Nothing good can happen in this country" to their wife.// @kehta_hai_joker __________________________________ My brother and I used to keep writing on political stuff often..I can never be as politically aware and well read as he was...with his sharp opinions but I am always glad to learn and he is an inspiration to me. Let's all read and educate ourselves more, write and work for world to attain peace and intellect. #jandjforever#creativearena #political_j PS. The books I'm reading currently are Annihilation of Caste, man's search for meaning, the god delusion and why I am an atheist. First and last suggestions by Joker Bro.
This is a dedication to my brother kehta_hai_joker. It's inspired by the Blitz poem he wrote when he reached 500 followers milestone (in just less than two months!!). So I write a blitz poem for him!! ------------------------------------------------------ STORY THAT'S TRUE Write a poem Write a story Story of hope Story of joy Joy of living Joy of togetherness togetherness of friends Togetherness of love Love for art Love for friends Friends are strength friends are happiness Happiness in smiles Happiness in strife Strife to survive Strife to rise Rise above pain Rise above shame Shame of judgement Shame of failure Failure to impress Failure to lead Lead an example Lead an ideal Ideal of truth Ideal of courage Courage to confront Courage to sustain Sustain the struggle Sustain the spirit Spirit to persevere Spirit to empathise Empathise with pets Empathise with people People need love People need care Care for nature Care for passion Passion for writing Passion for living Living to the fullest Living in the present Present is infinite Present is all All love is pure All art is true Ture are feelings True are you Feelings You ------------------------------------------------------ Also a poem he wrote few days ago:
Dear God, Let my struggles refine me And my failures not define me Let me be the hardest worker in the room But always have a moment to spare for self love too.
Let my journey be filled with ups and downs and crest and troughs But my face wear a smile whether the road's smooth or Rough.
My little dedication to my talented brother kehta_hai_joker... not as good as his poems..but a small attempt! ________________________________ A brother I never had To have you now, I was glad You have given me love and care Your light dispelled all darkness that was there You taught me resilience, endurance, and patience You talked of freedom, equality and peace among nations You read a lot, and wrote more creating magic out of words for you was an easy chore the best listener there ever was with you humor flowed without pause You inspired to know about all things under the sun to your brother, an ally and to your parents, the lovely son To be your sister, I was the lucky one I'll try to spread your message of love through the poems that i'd spun
It’s indeed a sad loss for us all, and you are all devastated. But having experienced exactly same experience in 2018 when I lost my brother (more of a friend) and was stunned beyond belief.
This is just my learnings from life’s rude shocks and may not apply to you but, they may help, so listen, (I mean read!)
1. It’s ok to cry, be sad, feeling maudlin, saturnine for a long stretch of time, a week or month, how can you just overcome the grief of losing someone who was so much to you? So don’t bother about moving on so fast. If you feel down and dejected, it’s absolutely normal and in fact it is good for your memories of J. Take time, remember what he said to you and what he meant to you. What he wanted you to become. Remember he is watching.
2. Talk to friends of Joker, best would have been family but since we are all not so close to his family and it’s their very personal loss, talk to friends here. It helps, very underrated yet most effective. I’m available.
3. Read Joker’s posts, through the ones we are sharing, for when you read it feels as if he is here, among us. Also reminds of his thought and ideals, and again that he wanted us to write continuously.
4. Joker might have died, and you might want to have his pictures, chats etc. which might help a little but trust me, they will only aggravate the pain, rather learn what the person stood for, in this case, joker was positivity personified. Instead, though painful, write about him, for him or for his ideals, though this step takes courage and lots of tears and sadness, once you write, it starts acting as therapy and helps to let go of the pain. Tried and tested.
5. Lastly, keep distractions, still listen to your music, or paint, or read, or do what you used to do usually to get out of blues. Touch base, if any issues.
//And when you go away I still see you With sunlight on your face In my rear view This always happens to me this way Recurring visions of such sweet days.//
Grief is not yours alone. Millions suffer from loss of family, and friends from illness or accidents. Remember Joker is gone but we are here. Suppose tomorrow we also leave due to some reason, you will regret not having bonded well etc. So why not share moments now? Why not keep a watch on how our friends are doing?
//And it's just as good as I knew it would be Stay with me I don't want you to leave//
Once born, the only finality is death, our parents, friends, children, siblings, idols all die, at different points in life. The point is to remember the things they lived for and take it further. There are people like Joker who try to mend the broken souls while their own selves are being smashed like a house of cards, so be sensitive and kind.
// I do give a fuck about you everyday Guess it’s time to tell you the truth If I share my toys will you let me stay? Don’t wanna end this play date with you//
Be sad, take your time and then move on…. We will miss him but we also will make him stay in words and memories and our laughter and strength.
//The truth is he's gone,but he won't die until we forget the feeling of strength,love and smiles He gave us is forgotten.//
jaya___@tardigrade thanks mate...you know when I got to know about his demise...it felt I lost my brother all over again...I wanted to mail you too..for some help or something...but then realized how awkward it is and u have so much going on..but it's better now and your words have healing power anyways... I was watching jaane tu..today and Amit (aditi's brother) reminds me of exactly my bro...so it's happy and sad together.. :)
tardigrade@colourfulgreys I don't know if my words have healing powers but time does. Open wounds and deep cuts both heal in due time. Give yourself time..Grief and Pain are not bad emotions . It exists for a reason to remind us of our fragile humane nature.
I didn't epost the other posts because I didn't want you to relive the pain again.
But the Pain will leave soon and he'll be remembered with wide smiles and wet eyes. Believe me that's the best combination.
jaya___@tardigrade oh yes!! I never for a moment disgraced his soul by trying to push back sadness...I hugged it and am quite fine now♥️ his words and lessons stay with me 24/7 thanks again
Dream girl of Joker Bro ____________________________ By no means am l a catch a girl with some sense Will surely see that And so I do know I'm not perfect by any stretch Yet If I had to put pen to a paper So a picture of a dream girl I could sketch
She would be like everyone else but not the same Know that football is not just a game She'd have to laugh even at my jokes lame And if Manchester's playing I'll postpone our date.
Beside that she should Have a thing for silver linings I keep seeing the dark clouds If both of us are same. That'd be tiring.
In return I promise To learn when to speak and when to shut up To hold her hair up if drunk, And then even help her sober up.
She doesn't need to worry About me going on a run with Johnny Walker Neither am I in a hurry To smoke it up and Pre-pone meeting my maker
I know that's not a lot to go about Well the truth is I don't have a dream girl Or atleast a clear picture of what that means in this world, All I know is she can have her flaws But her heart should be in right place She should have the kindest smile But from her inside and not just the face ____________________________ Joker wrote this as part of collab we were going to do about his dream girl and my dream man... I couldn't write my part for my exams were announced...but he did..and because of Kini I got this again...
The destiny designed the path for you You fill it with your zeal and desires Spread smile wherever you are 'Coz you are a soul to be cherished forever... ___________________________________________________ I never talked with you but I have seen your awesome posts since last few days. I never knew that you were in so much pain. Very sorry for you brother.. Like I have ever hated premature death and will hate until death. Rest in peace you beautiful soul. May God give all the strength to your family.
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I take myself to the loft I pace about wondering, Calculating what I've lost as the world is still slumbering.
I feel the walls closing in, so I reach for the balcony where I am soothed by the wind And the cicadas playing symphony
A full moon in the sky takes my mind of melancholy, or atleast it tries As it reminds me of somebody.
In the alley,l see cats fighting over their territory Atleast they've got that While I'm anchorless tragedy
The rain clouds appear but not for the first time It's always been this way in a new place, on the first night. ________________________________ Sharing one of his poems again...
//I get anxiety around sunsets While others enjoy the sky undress I see the sun drowning, Running as if the Moon lit sky is a threat He'd be cajoled into lending light by moon, Simply increasing his previous debt
My single mom worries about what she calls my lunacy Or says that I have garden variety sciamacy My enemy is not imagined but extremely real while I want to talk, she'd rather conceal
Doctors, I think can group and name my sensations Because every website tells me I have depression. And it's why I feel: lazy at pretty sunsets Afraid of sun's confrontation, why'd my mind fret Empty about beautiful sky in all its glory every night lie restless, Repeating the same story; no hunger, even for chai And see the dark,where others see light Or when sun goes down,think about suicide// _____________________________ Love you my bro... #jandjforever
zoya_charmzI ask God why?? why?? Why he gives us premature death... I know how it feels.. because I too lost my lil sister due to her illness. I just pray that May his soul rest in peace. I hope everyone Stay healthy and happy guys. Sharing love to you all❤️
anusha_sharma21It was really heartbreaking to hear that news May his soul rest in peace ️
We all owe our life and successes to our families. here we dedicate our thanks to our mother and brother. Collaboration with the divinely talented and sensitive brother @kehta_hai_joker For FunTask#12 by @mirakee_ki_naanima _______________________________
Tick tock, tick tock, time was going too slow Tick tock, tick tock, but still it’s finishing fast An epoch of conundrum been the year last Unable to let go, so drowning in my past Scorched by the gloomy reflections of misty panoramas And suffocating helpless lying in self-made dilemmas The memories of my mother I fondle to survive In my Cimmerian nights, hope they revive
The way she fed me grapes as I returned from school The way she made me sweaters from soft, warm wool The way she oiled my hair and combed it too The way she dressed me up in pretty hues The way she made the best of food for me The way she struggled to make me – me The way she taught me all my life The way she helped while I faltered in strife The way she encourages her sad daughter today The way she decorates with dreams her ongoing way
Scintilla of love to brilliance of stars Small and big her kisses on my scars. Lucky are we to have the blood of our mother In her resides divinity and I look no further. _______________________________
How is your conscience molded? Your sense of right and wrong where does it come from. The voice that tells you where you belong. Among the most important reasons is your family values and upbringing Everyone is a blank black slate Till a person starts writing. As a younger sibling, the first to scribble,the first role model Was nobody else other than My elder brother, his words were a gospel. I was a apostle To what he did and what he said. I tried to copy what he did But almost always badly failed. He was a class topper, while me the class clown I made my parents angry While he made them proud. Always composed, even with bloody nose,fractured limbs They called us Dravid and Sehwag Atleast we were still in same team So if you venture to ask me what's the colour of my morality Whats the shape of my mind The driving force I would find Is my brother words and actions in kind.
I don't know about you But my lazy conscience is Molded by the memories that plucked the blazing moments of Our Brotherhood's stories. _______________________________ Copyright Harfkaar and Kehta_hai_joker October 12, 2020
(Team Hogwarts Express) Pic credit:daddy Bg. mom and me
First part by the sensitive and kind @kehta_hai_joker and second by me. _______________________________ 2020 has been a odd year We've been denied health,peace, and respect All of us have lived in fear Freedom to live,laugh and love has been wrecked //Men,their rights, and nothing more; Women,their rights and nothing less-Susan Anthony//
What all of us have been denied this fall Has been denied to only women for eternity Homilies and lofty promises made to dress up the unfair treatment to a half of humanity. //We've begun to raise daughters more like sons but few have the courage to raise our sons more like daughter-gloria steinhem//
It's high time, to amplify her voice,for our equal future Shes nothing more than a boy But also nothing less than other Human creature. //Above all,be the heroine of your life,not the victim//-Nora Ephron _______________________________
Why do I need to be considered Lakshmi- A harbinger of wealth and fortune? So that I can be loved. Why can’t just my being be a cause of happiness? When my brother was born he wasn’t called Ganesh to be loved He was just adored for being born and was the apple of everyone’s eyes I was considered good enough as I was Lakshmi bringing money, good luck, and was fair, and was the only girl among five brothers
I feel less human than my brothers I feel less loved, more pained I bleed, I protect my body from hungry eyes I give birth and also justify my wish to earn I cook and get laughed at for using make-up I serve food and sex, my satisfaction however never crossing anybody’s mind.
But enough is ENOUGH! I’ll study, have sex, do a job, adopt kids, love myself and do as I please! THANK YOU! _______________________________ October 11 is International Day of the Girl Child. And this year's theme is "My voice, our equal future."
This is my first attempt at creative storywriting. For so long I have wanted to be “Afsananigar” this is the start of it. All this is possible because of the constant and excessive support and love of people here at Mirakee. This is a story posted in three episodes, dedicating each to my closest ones here. I dedicate this part to my brothers @kehta_hai_joker and @the_speccy_outsider and sisters @sunenasharma@lovethatneverfades and @love_whisperrer ____________________________________
Say Ree “Wahe Guru! Wahe Guru!” said Mrs. Chaddha cajoling little Reeti into saying Babaji’s name. “Wahe Guru! Wahe Guru!” mumbled the little girl with mouthful of halwa Mrs. Chaddha had prepared as Prasad for Sankrant. After a while of playing with old chaddhaji’s beard, ree ran to the door as her parents honked the horn of their car, signalling time to go home. The young couple had both working and almost every day left their three year old daughter at their neighbours Chaddhas. Chaddhaji was a senior bureaucrat going to retire in two years’ time, a jovial and large-hearted man, with a wife most gentle and loving. With no children of their own, Ree was as close as their own, having helped constantly in her birth till today caring for her. Ree had feeble idea of her own mother and Mrs. Chaddha, making no differences, calling her chaiiji with love and abandon.
Years passed with Ree growing into a delightful young maiden. Interested in the fine arts, she was planning to enrol in Amritsar University for Bachelor of Fine Arts but life has its own designs. Man proposes, god disposes. One rainy day in July as Chaiiji and Ree were sipping tea listening to Chaddhaji singing a song in his thick burly, Punjabi voice, their househelp Dev came running, flustered and crying. Ree’s parents had had a terrible accident at Chowk while returning from work and finally succumbed to injuries while being taken out of their car. At first unable to process the devastating news, in a few minutes the hurricane had left them decimated. Ree’s Masiji who was Ree’s mom’s younger sister, had arrived from Calcutta and took her with herself, there being no other relative to take responsibility. The Chaddhas requested her to leave Ree to their guardianship and even begged when she didn’t agree, but to no avail. Ree was too numb to see her future, let alone decide for herself.
In Calcutta, masiji enroled her into Calcutta University in Fine Arts, she was a kind woman like Ree’s mother, though more pragmatic and with a keen eye for discipline. Ree had gone into her own shell, not recognisable as her old vivacious and garrulous self, always hopping from one place to another. She had not spoken full sentences in ages, and on phone calls Chaddhas could not help but wail at the state of their dear Ree. Yet time diffuses pain if not wipe it out, and Ree started making friends, first one being her cousin Roshan himself. In second year of Physics honors at the same college, he was the serious, studious and responsible ideal son and even as a brother now, he was caring and concerned for Ree, being an only child, he was also doubly attentive to his brotherly responsibilities. Always helping Ree out in college formalities, and dropping her and taking her out on weekends, he was a backbone Ree needed in the tempest her life had become. Together Ree and Rosh started gelling well and gradually, Ree had started smiling and wearing clothes of colours.
It was then one day, Rosh had come home with his classmate Varun for a project work. Ree was also in the same room completing one of her artworks on canvas. Varun was tall and lanky, handsome with a chiselled face and athletic build. Being an average student he had come to Rosh for help. His youthful abandon and candour attracted Ree, who was too shy and demure to even smile back. In a few days’ time though, both had the ice melted and used to bond well, with Rosh also joining them off and on. Ree in her naivety and grief had found a friend she needed, someone who has no knowledge of her loss, and can crack jokes in her presence and make her laugh. Varun was exactly the kind who she enjoyed being with, until, he caught her hand in the yard behind University Labs one day, where she was waiting for Rosh’s class to get over. He looked into her terrified eyes and could hear her thumping heart. There among the thick bushes, he had proposed her and tried to place his lips on hers, but she had snatched back her soft hand from his strong grip and ran without looking back.
It was a new and unknown emotion she hadn’t felt before but one she was ecstatic to feel. She wrote a letter with her childlike innocence, accepting Varun’s love and that night in her room, with the heavenly smell of Harsingar flowers entering the room through open windows, she slept engrossed in dreams of love and belonging.
Stringing words Of what I felt In those lonely dorms Sun-kissed Yet all lorn. It's not that easy you see...
Depression diagnosed Is less scary Than when unknown
It takes a lot to fight it An uphill task if not for peers A process slow, may take weeks Months, or sometimes years.
Yet in all this cimmerian lull There is still a scintilla of hope It's indeed a tenebrous etch Yet not impossible to cope.
Professional help and empathetic friends Good diet and healthy sleep Reading, writing, exercise These are the habits to keep.
It takes eons yet it happens That clouds of darkness dispel Courage, hope, prayers and love With help of these, recovery gets spelled. ______________________________ Copyright Jaya Harfkaar 6-9-2020 #jandjforever Catch all my collaboration at #j_collab
Today is the birthday of one of our sweetest friends!!! Siddhesh @the_speccy_outsider so here are few silly birthday wishes from your friends!! Have an awesome day sweetheart ______________________________ it's been a wonderful experience to have met you in the platform named Mirakee though spent less time interacting with each other i do believe that you are an wowsome person who'd love to spread smiles around so here i am spreading smile on your face and wishing thou a happy birthday Loads of love... Pragya @pragya_a_dreamer ________________________________ Speccy outsider is a potterhead , Indian, affected by collabvirus. So he is like me in a sense. But he is also great wordsmith,a genuine person and writes beautiful writeups.So I guess we are also very different. @kehta_hai_joker ___________________________ May you get all the happiness, You deserve and desire, You are one of those here, For whom I love to be constant, Feeling a connect with your writings, And also getting inspired, Thank you for explaining me that, We should never ever call, Our work as lame, Although I like all your works, But your post on cartoons will always be special for me (and you already know why ) Stay always Blessed, Happy Birthday!! @sunenasharma _______________________________ Watching the world detached As an outsider A quality rare With a freshness of perspective Lovely teammate Taking challenges and ready to do it Deep thoughts and measured words Signs of a truly talented poet! Here's wishing you a happy birthday May all blessed happiness shine your way! @colourfulgreys ____________________________ Sept6,2020 #pod#jandjforever#birthday_wish_j
SUNSETS Everything that sunsets means to a poet....
My seventh ever Mirakee collaboration was with some of the most loved and talented poets here, the sanguine @sangfroid_soul and the hilarious @kehta_hai_joker and the superbly sweet @sifar It was one of my best time spent here indeed!! My heartfelt thanks to all such amazing wordsmiths.
First part is sangfroid's, second is sifar's, third is joker's, last is mine. The four poets' works were long and lucid, I pruned them a bit do check their respective profiles for the full artwork. _________________________________ Sunsets have always intrigued me ever since I could see. Certain chains of thoughts and unsolved mysteries latching into the unknown corners of my mind. Were sunsets a secret meeting? Or a mourning? Or an eulogy? Or a love letter written with tears and blood? Or a passionate embrace? _______________________________ The sun slowly sets down and the night began to arrive, Dark started fainting dazzle, all over the horizon, among infinities. And I too started fading along with it, in the evocative obscurity Is this suffocating sunset deemed to be the setting of my life too? __________________________________ I get anxiety around sunsets While others enjoy the sky undress I see the sun drowning, Running as if the Moon lit sky is cajoled into lending light a threat by moon, Simply increasing his previous debt... _________________________________ Beyond the distant horizon The sun walks away yet again Leaving lamenting twilight On her own in pain... Her lace of pink and deep orange Darkens into murky shades Her kalopsia With the sun around Breaks tonight. With the setting sun in Waters deep And she here in parched out sand This sunset was zemblanity...
Yet finally a peace on her restive soul It's not only the sunrise of hope Which is pulchritudinous so It's lonely sunsets like these Where Independence is sowed. ________________________________ Copyright Jaya Harfkaar (and above mentioned poets) 5-9-2020
My second collaboration on Mirakee. So glad to have done it with the inquisitive and humourous Joker alonwith the talented and lovely @sunenasharma :) The first part is of @kehta_hai_joker the second is Sunena's and the last is mine. This is about meteors in real and the ones in our minds :)
The Persieds rocks were just about descending in the Earth's atmosphere It was a good life they had; no doubt But they would burn,so there was some fear.
They found the time, right to reminisce about zooming past the vast universe Going alone with pace and peace They had many memories so diverse.
They heard collapsing black holes hum and sing In all their glory they were a deadly thing They saw the furious Jupiter red spot And also stared at Saturn's ring. Overwhelmed by these mega things!
But eventually the fear of burning was no more seen Afterall what a journey it had been// ___________________________________ Witnessing lives in their minute form, Far away, seeming it to be a colourful spree, Fastening up the pace, to enjoy the same, But Suddenly facing trepidation of being so free.
Humanity may not have been living it's best, Still fear for an end is being sensed, Making a difference is still a hope to let it prevent, As echoed from those speculating the event. __________________________________ Yet the meteor's fall is an excited rise Of wishes in the eyes of a child Ecstatic to pray to almighty this way A shooting star it is they say!
A fall is not the end learnt the meteor Lessons hide in each mistake galore Shining brighter with an ignited fire Life is an adventure and no consequences dire Many had said that he's a rock and not a star Today he proved that all their talk is just a farce!
Copyright Jaya Harfkaar, Sunena Sharma, Anonymous bro. September 3,2020