Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Genuine

He said it. He pretended it. You tried to make it look like genuine so that you would make him feel good. He felt good. He was very happy. He had a party time. You are bloody sitting quietly. You are relishing the moment - you felt good, you have won a battle. You have defeated someone by making him look victorious. You bloody ..!!! 

Friday, July 5, 2013

The End

The End

We saw it coming, we saw it happening
We wanted to stop, we wanted to alter the route
Was it enevitable, was it unavoidable
Had we challenged the destiny by defying the given
Or, we always knew we were only taking a chance
A chance which could have worked only by chance
Some things are there in the original design, some are artificially induced
We believed artificially induced parts could change the original construct
Did we underestimate the original construct
Or, we overestimated our capacity to influence!
Was it a childish enthusiasm
Or, too audacious an attempt
Many would call so if they go by the outcome.
But, wasn't the end known to us also!
Was it a mistake, or a blunder, or ignorance
None, none of these! 

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Guilt

It happened on that night of light when the truth supposedly triumphed over untruth. Light, sound and crackers were all around. Everyone was celebrating like everyone else except few both humans and non-humans. To share the happiness exuberated by human beings a non-human, far from being inhuman, with her family ventured out onto the road. The streets were lit and the power backed artificial lights were all around. Twinkling Chinese made LED lights had replaced the traditional Diyas. Diyas could no more remove the darkness that engulfed the city thus a far more powerful electricity based lights were needed.


People in the quest of transforming time to moments were inside the home – talking, eating, playing and drinking! At the same time four or five new-born puppies as joyful and playful as any other kids with their mother were crossing the road. Suddenly a car carrying human beings crossed the road. The driver blew horn, slowed down a little and moved ahead. Suddenly a throaty, plaintive melancholy started and thus erupted a high pitched, body piercing barking sound. The mother was barking and barking as if she was telling the puppy to get up and move, move fast cross the road, some other machine will come and run over. But alas! The poor puppy could only groan! He was trying to move his legs, was shaking his body. May be he could understand what his mother was saying. The pitch black tar turned red. A thin stream of red liquid started to fall in the sewage of the city, which falls in the river that eventually would fall in the ocean – the final destination! The hysterical barking sound of the mother attracted some passers-by. A human, rare creature, saw the puppy trying to get up and walk in vain. He could not resist himself and decided to help the puppy. He tried to lift the puppy, but the poor mother could not trust the human any more. She bit him. The human effort went in vain, but he did not hit the mother. Probably he could understand, understand the psyche of the mother and what an invaluable gift God had given us in the form of language! This violent reaction from the mother, who was constantly barking scared others as well who could think of helping the family.

The car driver reached his destination, which was only a hundred meters ahead. Something went inside his mind and he came back to see the puppy. The moment he came closer to “ground zero”, the mother ran towards him. He was surprised how could the mother recognize him! He kept standing still! The mother left and again went closer to the puppy now lying in the pool of blood. She was barking hysterically, but the poor puppy could hardly even respond now. The driver was shaken to the core. His heart was pumping. Suddenly a blanket of guilt hit his mind and soul like a bullet.

The mother was barking, running as if beseeching to the God. She was not able to digest what had happened. She could not understand why her son was not getting up, why he was discharging that red liquid! Why he did not stop the moan even when she offered her milk – a prized possession for every new-born! The puppy could not even suck! She was puzzled as if wondering whether her milk had lost the attraction! She was circling around her son, who had not even seen the things, not even tasted the tasty bones. She was fighting with the changing emotions of disbelief and anger and helplessness. Her eyes were changing expressions every minute.

The diver could see this, he could see the pain. He could see the disbelief in the eyes of the mother – “why the hell are you not standing”! Suddenly he started feeling the same emotions, he tried to lift the puppy. He desperately wanted to save the puppy. He tried to chase the mother away but in vain. He called up the police, who asked ten questions and asked if it was a domesticated dog. The puppy did not have enough time. He called up two more people. They brought sticks to chase the mother away, this time with some success. They could reach closer to the puppy. It was too late! “The puppy is dead sir” announced the man with the stick. His heart sank with sadness. A thought he had been so strongly trying to avoid trapped him – “how had I felt if it was my child”. Heart filled with guilt; mind occupied with painful thoughts he started walking slowly towards his home. That scene “mother dog barking at her puppy asking him to stand up and the puppy’s fading response”. Oh my god! He sighed. There was no repentance..! It was over…! It was all over..! Live with this guilt forever in life and may be even after..!

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Progression

My dear friends,
Everyone feels bad, so do you
Nothing peculiar about about it
Sometimes it hurts which results in questioning, questioning yourself
This is where my friend,
Most confirm to conform, and some confirm never to conform.
Majority's ratification is pronounced as "pragmatism", and
Minority's attempt to establish probity is enounced as immaturity.
My dear friends,
People love tagging and being tagged, everything has to have a label
This label or tag is just an illusion, many misconstrue this as reality for identity
Identity is not a prisoner of "labels".
They may invent labels for identities,
But you never search for a label to find an identity.
It is this search for a label that makes you feel bad.
My dear friends,
Milestones in the journey of life is being synonymized as "labels", and
Changing labels has become the vocation of life.
Approval and patronage have become absolutely essential.
Happiness is only relative, performance always needs an audience.
Dissatisfaction is merely a disbelief, and melancholy is a mere disease.
Peace is left only "at peace", and satisfaction is a mere abstraction.
But my dear friends,
Life is so much more beautiful, so much more enjoyable.
One who looks for it always finds it.
Identity based on conformity and mind obsessed with labels
will never lead to the light.
Everyone understands it, few dare to explore...


  

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Pledge

O dear children! Do you feel dejected the way your ancestors feel? When they see young boys and girls in the grip of violence, When they see young minds entrapped with violent thoughts, When they see young hearts filled with violent propagandas, Their souls cry and their hearts sink! O dear young friends! Have you forgotten? Our land gave birth to the philosophy of non-violence, Our homes always encouraged the feelings of inclusiveness, Our civilization always nurtured the idea of fair justice. O dear future leaders! Are we making our forefathers proud? Do you still remember? A young hand is to build the nation, not to infringe pain A young heart is to love humanity, not to shelter hatred A young mind is to bring innovation, not to nurture ill feelings Let’s think again, let’s brood over. Making a weak suffer is not an achievement, Accepting injustice for anyone is not about humbleness, Violent means cannot bring revolution, Injustice, inequality and intolerance are all violence, and Thinking only for “self” destroys trust. It is time my dear young friends; We stand by each other; we care for one another. We devour violence of every kind and pledge for non-violence of all forms. Let’s vow to make this world a better place to live…..!!!

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Wish

I proclaimed myself as God
I decided to win the world
I always convinced myself for something,
That was never there
I tried to be as dense as Jungle,
I aspired to be as vast as ocean,
I deluded myself with real mirage,
Today I am standing at the peak of the mountain,
I can see all around me, the vastness,
I can see the void of valley,
I can experience the loneliness of mountains.
I am standing on the glacier,waiting for it to melt,
I will flow with stone cold water,
There will be movement without effort,
I will go with gravity along the river,
I have a desire to loose my sweetness,
I am waiting to be saline.
I am waiting to converge.
Let there be dams,let there be scorching heat,
I will evaporate; I will drift,
I will condense; I will fall
In the end I will be back again,
Here, here only....

Monday, June 13, 2011

Travelogue

I came….
At times things you crave for are like fizzles
At times some dreams are good only in sleep
Sometimes places you want to see are without light
I was excited….
At times you remember someone you hardly know,
At times you miss things you hardly ever loved,
At times you preserve things that evaporated long ago
I am leaving……
Sometimes pain may not be so painful,
Sometimes memories may not be so memorable,
Sometimes desire may not be so desirable,
I am relieved……