Charged Palm

Rights to Security

2010-07-10T12:42:00.002+05:30

Security is one of the major concerns that India is facing be it national from China and Pakistan or be it national security from the Maoists or Naxalites. Thousands of CRPF jawans and police forces have been inducted to secure our land from the perils of danger. However, the policemen or the force is a mere puppet these days serving merely to the ‘powerful VIPs ‘ who are financially and politically secure in their lal battis’.
Such a privileged force was obviously then enhanced for our ‘honourable Prime Minister Manmohan Singh, who was supposed to attend the convocation at the IIT-Kanpur and address the Merchants Chamber of Uttar Pradesh on July 9. The roads were blocked for the aam aadmi and traffic was diverted 6 hours prior to his arrival in the region. Yes, for six hours, intruding those blocked lanes was being deprived from the aam aadmi for whom the incumbent government and the same PM have claimed their fame to the votebank. It’s the votebank where these aam aadmi have large depositaries. Dude, (VIPs and not the PM) you are entrusted to pay an interest for the same.
During those hours, on these roads when a mother of a ten-year-old, Aman, bleeding to death, was visiting the hospital was refused to go forward even with an emergency of saving the life of her son. She was rebuffed on the grounds of security concerns. The woman says her husband and daughter were stopped at every signal and were not allowed to go further leading to the demise of her son who succumbed to death while the police caused delay in attending the hospital.
However, the DIG of Kanpur remained deterrent by saying that security was not inhuman and that emergencies are allowed to go. Adding that the security lapse too cannot be avoided in case of the Prime Minister, he said the police force cannot be blamed for the death.
This opens a Pandora’s Box about the price of security of the citizens of India along the lines of the VIPs. As Suhel Seth, MD, Counselage says that “We have become desensitized to anything that doesn’t happen to our own self”.
This dictum leaves the victims gaping at the refusal to give importance to the life of a dying person for reasons of a minister’s arrival. Though a PM’s life could be of high magnitude, however, another life here cannot be compromised for the less probable death of a PM many cities away at that moment.
Be it the CRPF jawans in J&K killing youngsters amid protests or this Kanpur incident, it is true that our fractured system of security serves the ‘precious lives’ when those lives are politically and ‘crorely’ bucked up.
Here accountability is in doldrums as the parties like the BSP, PDP, Congress or the BJP, all have shown little sensitivity towards security of the common man and let their sweet manipulative spokespersons with their well-nuanced sympathizing statements divert the core issues.
What’s the cost of a life, rather which life? The lives of Tufauil Ahmed Mattoo, Mohammad Rafiq Bangaroo and other similar nine lives in J&K and Aman in Kanpur have been marginalized while the safety of few unnecessary politicians still grips prime importance.
Well… Mr. VIPs the interest rates of the RBI is likely to be hiked on July 27, but the Aam aadmi is even deprived of deciding the interest rates of their lives deposited with your votebank.

2010-06-07T13:14:00.002+05:30

Living through the grasses today...I heard the dew right drop beside my ear,help me breathe oh dew! I lay on the green grass
smelling the earth, I hear the creatures in hibernation
as my ears humbly kiss the ground..
My hair fell on them too, entangled with the grass
they enjoyed the caressing ,
the plough of the farmer a few meters away..he's drenched in sweat
and I heard the dew again.

In a while he looks up at the sky
the grim look din't quite please the clouds
and they don't seem to 'un-white'..
but he waited and waited and...

and here I still yearn for the next dew !

2010-04-18T16:12:00.002+05:30

It has its pros and cons...
Maybe he's watching
watch out for Ma...

2010-04-15T23:21:00.001+05:30

2010-04-15T21:32:00.001+05:30

I still believe in YU :)
Place it right, YU know it better!

2010-04-14T23:01:00.003+05:30

I just want to be left alone...to crib over my rejections

HE (am sure it is HIM).. has not bothered to give me anything first hand

WHY WHY WHY...sometimes it IS a good feeling to get something on your first try..
ain't it!!??!!

2010-04-07T17:02:00.003+05:30

Am unaware of the consequences but I know that will make me happy..
It swallows uncertainty..
brings in brevity

Am waiting on the shore,
talking to the waves...
hope you're listening, cos' you're my only lore

Jump above and let the water splash,
am still standing there wet with the lash

the brevity I shall capture till the last due of my ash !!

I can only smile back

2010-04-03T18:01:00.006+05:30

I speak what I not ought to..
I know I should not, but the words in voice are brought to..
But it's not me, I'm forced to
as I try to fulfil what others exaggerate that I have to adhere to...
else am a fool.

So in order to be 'cool'
I marginalise the 'thoughts of mine' and come to the forefront

In the meanwhile, the concoction of mine (thoughts of mine) and my attempts to fulfilment creates a visible dent..

The character of diplomacy, too, is ambiguous to me..
It takes time to sink in...I lose it easily
maybe there the thoughts of mine find themselves in a maze
and to whom I pray is up there over me, mocking

I can only smile back!!

The phun of doing what you dislike on your burthday

2010-03-23T23:42:00.007+05:30

The phun of doing what you dislike also has its own charm..

22 years on March 22...I feel I'm growing old.
but let;s not discuss that ;)

First burthday away from home...returned from Bangalore at 10.30 at night after meeting Maagha,and I look at my messed-up bed :(
*(I hate any dirt on my bed)
I expressed displeasure but my friends had planned it all.

They showed me the dirt on my bed-sheet, a big melon too, lying over it partly in a plastic bag. I smilingly frowned...I knew, it's only them who can plan something for my day !

The clock struck 12 and calls paced up...after a while few hostel mates waiting for the cake, left with disappointments after wishing me..cos' the cake failed to arrive :-|
I was a lil' uneasy...they left...
A couple of other friends joined in along with the mad gang, as PPee got a knife for me to cut the melon ON MY BED :X

I cut my 'burthday melon' smiling all throughout :(
It obviously spilled over on my bed, as my friends wished it to be...

I offered melon pieces to all present there, we all ate the melon some with seeds, few giving it back to me and I laugh at the plight of my poor bed .

2nd game: they show me the pics of the two lavishing days they spent on my bed, doing everything that made me 'happy' :X
they DID..dance, they DID eat all snacks on my bed, they DID use my towel as a costume to dance ON MY bed, they DID open my cupboard and fidgeted with my clothes, my teddy and my '.......'

Another game: They opened a laptop and made me hear the 'Voices of their Heart'
Not one but in Paaarts: part 1, part 2 and part 3... !!
Phew, the 'Gyan' that they fed me in their voices were quite onomatopoeic..quite literally :O

It contained 'all that I need to know at this age and put it in practice by the year- end' PPee does not forget to mention that.

Gola equally enjoyed looking at my expressions as both musketeers made me hear that!!

Gola and PPee's nautanki went on for an hour as the others laughed their way out congratulating me on my unique celebration...

And then FiNALLY...the Black forest enters my room with 3 candles lit over it(dunno why 3 mayb the 3 BRBs that we are...can't afford to disclose BRB's acronym)

Gola and PPee waited for the not so close ones to leave so that the cake is shared amongst the 6 o'us ;)

Yet another: the pink one-piece that I saw on my chair at about 11.30 is presented to me as my burthday gift :D
I wore something I didn't ever dare to wear... a dress that made me feel wow-wow

Yet another: they get this BIG Kingfisher bottle and ask me to drink a whole cup from it (at least they didn't ask for the whole bottle..they have all the guts to do that too...sigh)

but I managed to gulp in few sips and after much of insistence, they left me with my clean bed...that I CLEANED, promising me that they'll get my bed sheet washed with the hostel laundry paying for it themselves :O surprisingly so, but yea they have promised..
(the bed sheet still lies in my cupboard by the by ;P)

!! All in a night's 3-hour time !!

It's sheer crazyness n madness (the 2 ness' that they can do all day long) that these women portrayed on that very night as I turn 22 !!!

Lowe ya Gola n PPee

(Hope lowe-showe jyada toh nahi ho gaya)

PS: The degree of the LOWE that I just wrote about is flexible and may vary... :)))

Fragrance of Peace

2010-03-08T17:17:00.004+05:30

When life comes to its end
You, please transport
My lifeless body
Place it on the soil of Father Koubru

To reduce my dead body
To cinders amidst the flames
Chopping it with axe and spade
Fills my mind with revulsion

The outer cover is sure to dry out
Let it rot under the ground
Let it be of some use to future generations
Let it transform into ore in the mine

I'll spread the fragrance of peace
From Kanglei, my birthplace
In the ages to come
It will spread all over the world.

-lrom Sharmila

High on...

2010-02-25T04:29:00.004+05:30

History!!

It's never happeneed before

Aware of my senses but partly not in my control...dunno which moment but 24th february will be significant..It takes just a stooopid message to make it all evident and a few insecurities to make me realise that...
I probably knew it...I wanted it or not, is yet another deal...but lots unsaid was now spoken of directly with reactions
Not quite disappointing but they did have some nebulous answers

It's just mindful easiness and laid down on this day to creep on to this idea of staying happy when we want...It relieves you of then worries...procrastinates them for another hour or moment and I survived the brunt by passing it on through an extension cable of your life...
but it still remains opaque, even clearer and rather transient is such a life!
It's partly pretentious, yet unknown..I wish I did not for a better reaction when I know the answer, but that moment, the botherance doen;'t strike and you want an answer to everything you look for...all the answers you want to hear...and if you don't, it doesn't matter, cos' you're on a high

I need not this but it gives me relief for the moment...
If I live in the moment, there's no harm...is it ?
coming back to the low is inevitable and this will whine me about the moment I did not care...yet it's beautiful to know the moment I turned into a fool!
Nothing beyond that grabs you and you only love to be in the moment...so regret not..the high is always on a high...now no more struggling to carry myself,
I write this at 4 in the morning in an IIT lab after sneaking in past through a sleepy watchman, to fathom the state of my high this very night

I shall check this blogpost tomorrow...Rather (looks into the watch) today morning...

Good day :)

2010-02-22T18:47:00.002+05:30

!! Want to sit in a corner beside a couch and sip coffee that ends no soon !!

2010-02-15T18:37:00.002+05:30

I'm grabbed upon...
Grabbed by the most insisting part that does not belong to me

It still takes over...the authority and thought process,
intimidating and provoking...it needs to be ruptured
my glasses are on to announce it has not succeeded..
but am not sure if it works

I don't want to kill it, but make sure it falls into the trap
Sorry but make way!!

Another Feb...7*2

2010-02-13T12:30:00.002+05:30

It has to be another year where I see myself with the coffee mug on a table spacing out staring at a wall. After like 22 years..many things seems to have changed. But that void is still untouched. Dubious it gets in there..it is me here or up there somewhere, hidden in the dreams.

That’s the precise reason I told mom that ‘I wish to go to Jupiter…’

No kidding..I really do. There should be a different me. Why is it that these 22 (that's 7*1+1)years…Okay., even if I discount the number of years…why even the last five blooddy long years, I have seen myself smiling at the mug. And the smile is not for its insipidity for the day…but because it dares to be different for the rest of the year.

Though it turns shameless on this day, walking all alone towards me, I respect it to be with me, to accompany me…and so I smile.

None has been able to intrude our way for these blooddy long years ... and dunno if someone can **smug**
Lots to share with and smile at the coffee mug this year too, but am still counting on the years, these blooddy long years !!

Feminism...

2010-02-05T23:55:00.009+05:30

Feminism can be a fairly debatable topic that can go on for hours, rather days...
The lectures given by feminists, make it quite unstable above the top of you,
A Woman is a Goddess for some...while a piece of object for the same some as it convinces them on convenience!

Am afraid..I did not know much about this masochism and the powerless woman funda..about the patriarchal society that I lived in...
Females are given power as it permits\\
I'm here to discover if I was really living in the same...though I am aware of it all...I was sometimes bothered with the power domination, but the I also had the power to face the power and so I can talk about feminism today or rather understand it better

Though I am a witness to it in the society...It does matter to me when I wish to do something and when something is forced onto me...but the men too are forced, into believing to be masculine...isn't that a burden on them too

They are powerful no doubt but aren't they too supposed to wear a peculiar identity on their sleeves
However...I'm told to return home early as I am a girl..I can't say no to that cos' yes I might be eve-teased or molested or the worse to it :O
While my brother would not face the consequence, though he is often told about being present in the house before midnight...but the compulsion is lucid!!

Want a reason from the powerful who deny the rights and power of the powerless..powerless to decide for themselves, powerless- who have suffered from their biological only existence...powerless- who are not the only but vivid reasons for the powerful's existence...powerless - who cannot decide if they want or deserve the power!!

reason it out...the powerless are not powerless indeed but made to believe they are powerless...and that's why I use the term..(my apologies to all the women)
One needs to exist for themselves and the way they desire to and never otherwise!!

Freedom to express

2010-01-31T18:42:00.003+05:30

We think..,We write!
When others think on our writings, they react
And then if when we think on their reactions, we manipulate!

The discussion in the lecture hall about the freedom of expression while you write gave an insight to what one thinks one wants to write and what one thinks one should write.
It shouldn't matter to others when one thinks and feels in one's writings. But it matters in the public sphere and one needs to keep in mind if the other will not get offended.
Freedom to express oneself is restricted. The world keeps debating, where one draws the line. It's difficult for others to agree on everything one says, that's true. Few asked, it's no one's business to agree or disagree on what the other writes.

But hey..what if one doesn't react to our writings..? Why am I even writing ?
We write making a conscious effort to invite and provoke views, agreements and opinions.
What if no one reacts?? There's no value attached to your writings (that's if you publish).
Intentional and diligently written readings need to be nurtured with comments and reactions. While writing anything, an author needs to be aware of the consequences or at least be ready to face them. The society may or may not like what you write.
Just the way one has the right to freedom of expressing oneself in the writings in any form...the reactions are also an expression that they are born with the rightful freedom.

Imagining the disagreements might want you to buy a silencer...but the freedom here might get restricted... legally!!

2009-12-12T12:49:00.004+05:30

8 million i.e. 80 lakhs farmers changed their occupation from the period 1991-2001

1,82,000 farmers committed suicide since 1997
That brings the figure to 1 farmer every 30 minutes

Agriculture and Labour sector in India constitutes 70% of India, where no Television media channel has Agriculture or Labour cprrespondant. Thus, 70% of India goes unreported.

512 journalists cover Lakme Fashion Week when 6 journalists cover farmer suicides

says P. Sainath, the journalist who watches India like no media does!!

One of the Nine Lives

2009-10-24T12:09:00.003+05:30

"Everyman loves us, but nobody marries us...
Many embrace us, but no one protects us...
If I were to tell you our life story beneath a tree,
the leaves will start falling like tears...

(Dunno if I can unquote here)

- A Devdasi to William Dalrymple, an author of Nine Lives-Encounters with the Holy in Modern India

2009-10-21T23:43:00.002+05:30

The drums were beating hard when that dull-shaded brown horse was galloping from the distance...
I want to climb on it, he saw me attempting the high jump..

I was embarressed and he smiled

He was in his white shirt and a pair of jeans, his hair were unsettled, one of the fringes just above his right eye...
I frowned. His smaile faded. He looked behind,I stood there, embarrassment now turning anger

He moved his eyes away and turned back.
I frowned even more...

He tooks too steps ahead and looked behind
"I'm...I'm sorry,
I din mean to..."

After that he did not turn, he walked and kept walking ahead
I reached the entrance of my cottage., looked in the mirror and saw a twig near my ear hidden in between the hair...I stared at it and let it be there
and I went to the room all smiling
I peeped out of the window, saw him walking far away..
Mom asked me to take a shower, but I paid no heed,
I should've asked his name,,,sheaa :(

His body was quite blurry then...
'Beena, utho beta..'

ahhh...why why !!

2009-10-21T21:29:00.007+05:30

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CAll

2009-10-21T20:33:00.004+05:30

It's a new life, yes!

After coming here,so many things have changed
ACJ called me and my life was painted yet again.

I told Arpita, Maagha, Priti and Purvhih...Maagha was super-excited,
Priti was also 'too thrilled' knowing how much I wanted to go,
Arpita..hah she was sad, not for me but the distance did that...she was just getting closer to me and...
God loves to do this :)

Purvhih also gave her sister-hug over the phone...
That evening, I remember , there were few guests in the hall, Mati-Pappa were busy talking to them..I was laughing and smiling and gulping oxygen...the name on my sweet old monitor screen made me fall in love with my PC again..

I ran out...Mom hugged me as I showed her my name on the screen,
Dad was happy...and one more thought in his mind, quite not visible...

I messaged Amey.., he of course congratulated
My professional life was now fixed for a year

Sunnysh knew, that I didn't get what I didn't want...
But the fact of leaving him was more than everything, the last bachelor days of his life, then... probably my rapport with him might change., or not ??
Dunno...let that be
that will change in some way..will it ??!!
ahh...

I told Amey what I felt for him those two n a half years :O
that's what I did at eventide 8.30, when my train was scheduled for 11
Isn't that too much time wasted on one person like more than 2 years of figment, maagha-priti told me to forget him...
but it's not easy right ??
It should be easy but it's not

and then, the mail conversation...arrghh lets not get into that

The point is, am I asking for too much? Even Burday has a smart one(sorry no offence if yu get to know, I'm sure she won't find it is her even if she reaches this blog)
But that's how it makes me feel

Am I even allowed to..like that feeling again coated the way I want...or is Varun right ?!!
I hate that part, I hate that part
(yes it's twice)

after coming here..I had many many hopes..from him.., Amey, of crse
still I have (though now less hopes and more expectations)

Albeit, they won't affect ma mind now..I surreptiously reduce the opacity of that feeling ;)

Oh..forget him (
I'm trying to tell myself)

Mati was apprehensive of me leaving away from her,
But Ma...no worries
Pappa..I got what yu thought about me going away..I realised that when sunnysh and Mati told me about the Airport :)

This post was one of it's kinds !!

The Shaadi-house

2009-10-13T16:58:00.004+05:30

My family is living in one ‘shaadi house’. Yes, the Marriage-house.
The game had begun long back. It’s only now that the hulla-boo has started ringing into Ma-Pa’s ears and lately it has wrapped Sunny and me too. They’ve bought innumerous sarees, the golden fat neckpiece, earrings, all possible jewellery, the wedding cards got printed, the native house is all furnished and dazzling, the luminous preparations for ‘the evening’, the Horsie for the Dulha has been decided…and all of this…
was OVER and done before I reached Home :(
I only missed everything to do for my brother’s wedding preparations.
It was this that I was yearning for, for the past two years, the card selection, Mati’s Sarees, her necklace, anklets; Pappa’s suit, his sherwani, Sunny’s Sherwani, his Reception Suit and so much more to add to the list…
This remained a surprise for me. I too shopped (for like 3 days). The scurry of crowding near the most beautiful dresses and chaniya cholis was not enough for my legs. They were leaping in the air-conditioned shops. The body didn’t ache after more or less ten to twelve trials in each shop. The couture had just begun, let alone the accessories.
Nevertheless the feeling to be in a shaadi-house was enthralling. Papa was too busy shopping for us to buy him anything we recommended.
The late night chats didn’t even bother to sap my strength after the long hours of trials and shopping.
Even after I returned to Chennai, the shaadi syndrome is still on…

Why just the four days of bait. They were over like this (I’m snapping my fingers with a lull on my face with a wrinkled brow).
But alright, am waiting for the wait for 19th November to get over.

2009-08-16T14:09:00.002+05:30

Double and Triple it, it only gets heavier
So much to read and yet it hardly gets a start
Is the mind empty or filled with other stuff..
And hey, the stuff is not rubbish..I know that

Entangled it maybe but it's there

Should I explore what's in already or
is it the more I fill it, the better it gets unentangled and adjusted in the corner up there ??

2009-07-02T14:53:00.003+05:30

It's an irony of life that we all wish to live, knowing that we all have a definite death,
It seems a task ahead,as we wish to challenge ourselves,with the hidden fact
that we are the borrowers from the kind lenders' den,
The shadows emerge larger day by day and we assume of our profits
and sleep peacefully,
And the day you open your eyes to find your disappered shadow, the fate is met with a frown.

And so it takes an awakened me to walk on the road alone without the shadow, smilingly to meet the fate of death.

Monetised Value

2009-07-02T14:36:00.002+05:30

Pay for water,
Pay for friends,
Pay for a house,
Pay for entertainment,
Pay to watch nature and animals,
Pay for earning,
Pay to bring up our own child,
Pay for grief,
Pay to sleep,
Pay for Parents to stay,
Pay to jog,
Pay to read and write,
Pay for Love,
Pay for others to live after dying,

If you always believe in taking things from others, you ought to pay a price higher than what you value.

2009-06-19T22:01:00.003+05:30

Hey there..Am here..
It's just a thought
which is kind of scrambled
trying to figure out
what it holds inside in that corner
intangiblity of it refrains me from counting,
but I need the count,
the number of scrmables I ought to possess
If yu know or understand,
hand over the Mantra
to hold affirm the countless scrambles
onto my heart but drain away
from shoals of uncertainty

Only the Voice is Mute

2009-06-15T15:04:00.006+05:30

Only the voice is mute..

I can hear your scream though, when you threw the ball to me,
I was lying there and stared at your knee.
You jumped down from that wall
and I came running to your call,
you untied the neat curtains
as soon as I placidly tied them.

My scream was not loud enough
for you to get to the shower,
but still yesterday managed
to coax you to have you to uncover.
There you spilled the water,
less on yourself and more on me.
You listened to none of my many talks,
while I had to hear all of yours.

Tidy uniform you don't let be
with the school tie never to the neck
so I leave it to the heck.
The doctors said no but I kept you alive,
for yu to leave me at an age of ten-1 so naive.

You jumped on the chair and refused to wear your shorts,
On turning around you disappeared to tease me lots.
Again my eyes saw you, none believed me,
but i rushed in the salon calling your Pa to see
On returning the creepers hid you,
but I knew was there, my Kid you !!
They proved me wrong,
but I combed your hair
which you quiffed and let them for me to care.
Oiling them was never a chance,
but I nurtured it when you dance
to the tune
of the cartoon of France.

After all the convince, your Pa was in surmise,
but all jsu believed your demise.
You held my hand when I lay on the bed,
why on the wall did you climb which , all say, led you dead.
But I still watch you 'Bye-ing' me today.
For all those mischiefs, I wouldn't whine,
come again the next day fine.
For today I surreptiously see you in the drawer
your infant face framed so cute,
Right now...Only the Voice is mute !!

Yaaron Chalo...

2009-03-19T17:36:00.014+05:30

Kuch Badal raha, kuch badlenge..
Tab Badlega, Jab Badlenge..
Kuch Dekha hai, Kuch Dekhenge..
Kuch Likkha hai, Kuch likh denge... (2)

Yaaron chalo...Yaaron chalo...
Badalne ki ruth hai...
Yaaron chalo...Yaaron chalo...
Savarne ki ruth hai...

Yaaron chalo...Badalne ki ruth hai...
Yaaron chalo...Savarne ki ruth hai...

(Sway)
Hawa...Keh rahi tu thaherna nahi..
Gagan...Keh raha tu bikhrna nahi..
Zameen keh rahi mujhko chhooke toh dekh,
Arre aankhen mila...Sach se darna nahi..

Yaaron chalo...Yaaron chalo...
Badalne ki ruth hai...
Yaaron chalo...Yaaron chalo...
Savarne ki ruth hai...

Yaaron chalo...Badalne ki ruth hai...
Yaaron chalo...Savarne ki ruth hai...!!

Lyricist-
Prasoon Joshi

2009-03-19T15:49:00.006+05:30

I looked at me cell phone..
it stared so blackishly at me (yea, it's black)
I wondered if it could tell me,
"Stop sticking to me,
and allow not your cheek to kiss me all the time,
It's irritating, don't you realise your sweat after a time pierces into my ears??
My body trembles whenever someone thinks of talking to you,
and half of the time you plug that wire to my head just for ur entertainment,
Do you even realise how bothering it is, if not you at least me..
My throat pains when I have to sing those rocky and melodious songs just to please your ears,
Stop poking and pressing me here and there all over my body all the time, even when not needed,
It hurts okay!
My asterisk toe has now swollen to the core now..
and just when I think to take rest and ask my heart to lie 'low'
you plug me sideways into yet another wire to keep me awake.
and if at all my heart stops working, I'm sure you'll remove it n put my mind to another body with your man-gifted technological power,
I overheard when in your suffocating cover and then the all the more suffocating butt-pocket, your friend saying what he did to his cell phone
For once I know, you have no concern for my heart,
it's just my brain card that you manipulate all day and use me.
But Yes, One thing for sure..I would want to thank you to Enlighten me when I buzz and tremble"

Oh the cell phone buzzed-
'Will it get poked and pinched again',
Whatt ?!
How did I even wonder that

But my cell screamed,
Enlighten me - I wanna see - how this could be the age of reason

won't you tell me - can't you tell me -Cause I need to know - It's in my head it's in my soul
-The fire burns and my heart is sold-

I poked again.. but it got enlightened
To the melody and the music - yeah...

"Hallo..
Hi..Watsup !!"
: "what took you so long to pick up the phone??"

"Nothing, Just some Masterplan" /)

''NO Poll-U-Shun''

2009-03-19T14:48:00.006+05:30

It's dangerous!!
The Poll-U-Shun has resulted to the evil evince of the filthy & abject environment
The toxic and more toxic gases marauding everywhere to muck this MotherLand of ours,
Do not shrug when the blame-pole(poll) drops by ur way,
Walk towards it, pay heed rather than being a cavelier,
Shoot out by disseminating the good..

Though the e(a)ffluents strolling afloat near the shoals
have had their selfish share,
Give not a chance to deceit and poison the sea and land as always,
Go to have your share, the share which is maybe for us and definitely our future still unborn,
The 'bad' mandarin is better than the 'worse'
So lift your butt, unfuel your cars and ride on the bicycle towards the poll shelter to shelter the
dreaded Future Generations
Its alarmingly reaching above high levels

Hence, this urge :
say
''NO POLL-YOU-SHUN''

'to make a better place for you and for me and the entire Human race...
(Go on singing.. ;)

Path-ed ACT

2009-03-16T14:30:00.003+05:30

Everything seems to be written,
and we'r made to act, act on what we want
and the action does the reading.
The action directs that path, the path on which the words stay
longer than we think and higher than one can imagine,
Yet we act knowing it has to meet the end,
unknown but written.

People ask us to dream,
some of us dream and move towards its 'act', moving on hopping to another dream,
few of us dream and keep the 'act' hopping on the same dream aiming to reach heights,
and the rest dream and keep dreaming, to let the dream act
But hey...
the dream's a dream - It gives you a path to 'act' and not the 'act' to your path

Serendipity propelled

2009-02-16T18:18:00.003+05:30

I FALL to the brim and hold it tight to stay there forever.
The word helps to keep the critics away...

But they're needed, hence the line's extended

because they read it all,

to see where I fall..

Bothered when they yell, I keep my legs safe above

when they cry to pull me down

and I'm headed to the China town

(It rhymes doesn't it..??) Oho.. I behaved like a clown)

Hope your face which is a little brown, has a smile and no frown ;)

Oh! now I go the rubbish-way

But we should see our future wearing a crown !!

2009-02-16T15:43:00.002+05:30

Suddenly it's a worry,

not so intentional but yes, I did refrain from its proximity

It would've amused me but I chose to remain me,

unbothered to give it a shot.

And how could I, it doesn't even fit in the frame

One - which I wanted to frame and the next -wanting to be framed.

Wanting to be framed was easier and nearer,

But I was adamant on the former...

Hence it goes to the book,.. - FOUND & LOST

Published in a Hurrah in the (Be)Times of India!!

2009-01-29T16:52:00.005+05:30

Never to be believed,
a seemingly distant dream...
I may not be the only one,
but my presence keeps alive my grin,
The newspapers' now saying it too
and am all hurraying it without a clue,
of how grand a day it made for me...
Watching myself all hands in the air
and the not so visible bend in the knee.

We chaosed and yelled,
cos' thats what the photographer was in need.
And we smiled and laughed and cheered
to only show the affinity in us filled with greed.
For more of those sessions beside,
the engines metaphored us,
rather vice-versa.
For we being the pioneers
of the many entrepreneurial bogies, followed by our peers...

Many more of these awaited...
and so I wish many of such tracks,
to hold my many feet wishing cheers.. !!

2009-01-21T18:40:00.004+05:30

It was the joyful ride along which the bumper passed, and i got bumped,
the harder it hit, the droller and quainter it got
amidst the evening, stepped in the dawn, giving a vision to a brighter day and a healthier dusk
sustaining the darkness, to let it prevail
I cajoled my feet to step ahead and further..
along the clammy foot-steps of none before,
ear-to-ear I smiled for I found the path untraveled, unvoyaged and downy
there the trespassers of the future stood...
while I walked here waving at them, my head turned to grin
for the pride settled in me drove the vanity
and they followed the foot-steps, NOW traveled, voyaged and still downy

2009-01-21T18:29:00.003+05:30

Each Day counts...each hour assessed...each minute anaysed...each second evaluated...

nothing can be sure,

nothing expected but yet...a reason to be present,

somewhere in the middle to notice soemthing,to get noticed,

the need of every second,minute,hour, every day.

Discreetly everyday, I watched them, being with them,

see them and open myself,

I tried harder...

to change, me, him and her and them

My Moving Yatra..

2009-01-13T16:06:00.004+05:30

Moving.. on a moving train was
vague an idea,
but the meet, the interaction and knowledge gain
was the key criteria.
The short time to travel the thread so long
meet my friends, the reincarnated strangers.
Life and living, it was all here..seemed another planet for a trip to stay.

The family so away, but missing them none
Cos' here's one,
which has had my hearts won,
believably the parents came too,
in the form of Shashankji, Revati and Raj'u'

Never to seem nothing impossible
-is what they taught, something so impeccable.
Due is the work, for WE CAN change
and hence we bind, by the adage,
learn from thyself, the heroes will assist,
and Unlearn few to accept new
cos' WE CAN DO is the mantra,
that we sang
throughout this Jagriti Yatra.

To give more than what can exist
peek through the train moving
and that makes you digest that the life too is churning.

So keep it moving and moving..
for the good.. for the better
Work more, live more..
Cos' the Former will be followed by the Latter !!

Jai Hind..

Post InHuman treats

2008-12-12T13:28:00.004+05:30

It doesn't wait for you, neither does it Look behind,

None comes as solidarity and expresses what ain't necessary.

Solve it with a big heart, because the small bad one might just fit in,

leaving no place for the wise and good.

Throw it, to not let it be with you, let it go,

in sucha way that you can collect it when needed, as all comes to us with a purpose,

given to us anytime for us to wisely decide when.

Not worthy it may seem, but you weep when it ceases to exist.

And then wile all the way in vain...

But you find, a substitute that the top floor agent has kept as a back up

for you to remind

the presence of

Our CREATOR !!

InHuman treats

2008-11-30T17:33:00.005+05:30

The world's lost to take care of something else..
bothering the self in you,
letting the life live its way
known to your demands...
show it, the way to reach you.

Slide down...Roll down...Oh Lord!
Let IT see you,Listen to you and
Live again.

2008-11-28T15:54:00.004+05:30

It is something you need to follow IF you're a girl !!

Show that you are less confident in front of old men,
esp. during community talks.

Show them you have less knowledge than the most intelligent guy around.

Convince them you do all the household chores if not best at it.

Don't ever argue with them or in front of them.

A best housewife is preferred as a daughter-in-law !!
And it is believed:
Confident Women make bad daughter-in-laws

Collect me from the Bin...

2008-11-28T15:26:00.006+05:30

I promise to not let any more pain...

Oh Mom !! If you permit me to call you so,

just the smell here isn't any great.

My nose' s become red, hands with some bruises,

and no, it's not you...

The sweeper din't know I was here, when he came to dispose the iron-sheets.

Just that my hand doesn't reach my mouth and with no teeth,

the left-over food 'given' to me here won't be filling,

the water, I thought poured here was the barking Tomy's

and was kind of salted.

I was told, I would get very sweet milk, maybe from you or maybe I don't know,

Quite alienated I am new to this place.

I awaited so much for the milk.,but maybe

it just slipped outta your mind to consider my presence,

O Mom.,I won't ask for it again and again

but a plea to listen to my voice, someone please get Mom hear me.

Oh somebody just slapped a yellow peel over my face, i guess it's the banana's

Oho, nobody realises there could be someone like me.

And this Tomy's leg on the orange peel poured out an eye-burning liquid,

hope i still will be able to see you, Mom..

How will i even recognise you when you come to take me back after you are done with your work,

COme here please before that aunty takes with many others like me !!

Collect me from the Bin!!

Am waiting...

2008-10-24T15:47:00.002+05:30

Stare
at
the
darkness,
you
will
see
your
thoughts..
!!

2008-10-24T15:19:00.002+05:30

" Being the eldest, it's my duty to work ",
says a 7-year-old

and
I Quote...

Unheeded attack !!

2008-10-13T13:47:00.005+05:30

Ignorance made the dark horse
and you run behind it int he broad daylight...
seems unknown the reason,
curiousity driving the chase,
the tactics well-planned and all you need to do is ignore
pays no heed, the magnet looking with its third-eye
and clings the nail, hopping towards it...
frustrating is the ignorance and commanding attention is result!!

Bows down to the ignorance and lets itself being attacked without learning the art of -
defence, the major cracker to frustration but hardly cracked...
It all comes along when goes unheeded, its attacked and stands staring loosely,
wanting an answer but asking the opponent to SHUT UuuuuP.....

2008-10-03T13:36:00.003+05:30

A ball of acceptance ,
it sweeps away the thoughts about what you need to think,
the matter in discussion which I hardly pay heed to,
but hard is for the ears to shut, and they roll over to them,
It's such an unimportant matter but I'm a part of it,
how on earth does it matter if I don't wear the blue-coloured earings over the blue dress !!

But this does help my eye rush to unprecedented things around,
let me not listen but watch, observe and play with my eye-balls...
they yearn to talk to the beauty around, only if they could speak,
they would run away from me to speak about them and me...

O how I wish the discussion goes on,
I would be drowned in the talk of my eyes for long
and to know nothing of the matter in-discussion,

A desire so unreal but experiencing it, so surreal!!

Just a gap of desire and experience, do it when the world seems unknown to you
:)

2008-09-16T13:24:00.004+05:30

I am here...around cream closets,

the keys hanging in there with green keychains,

trying hard to kiss the floor (it's neat with the carpet over it, the floor)

my rolling black chair,

two papers on the bill board,

a note-pad, the guy's left it there long back, I would have taken it for memory though ( not trying to look cheap)

two switches- one 'red'dily costumed,

the black keyboard, the black mouse always burning red below [;P

my white phone with grey buttons which i start dialling always with a 7 or a 0

my duster for the glass board, blue marker- easy access to drain few thoughts,

my cell phone which need not wait long for my glance,

my blue bottle whom i carry every now and then to the cafetaria,

my rolling black chair,

and

a big huge red fat pole,

the only big cute thing i like to watch without irritation !!

2008-09-11T15:05:00.004+05:30

The bin right on the top of my neck..seems empty,
the moment something pops up,
i filter it here
and everything from it vanishes...

well. well.
in sophistication, i bow before that bin ( can't make out how to proceed, but i bow)
its helped me stay light, like really light,
During non-exam days, i weigh less than what i normally do during those when exams are over-stressing in an attempt to forcefully get into that bin and almost over flowing...
On the contrary the 'non-test' ( and not no-test) days,
the hands raised barely reach upto the brim...

sigh..,
lighter again !!

2008-09-11T09:51:00.004+05:30

I am Sindbad-The sailor !!

Revert smile to the unseen

2008-09-04T11:38:00.004+05:30

Nothing seems bad or wrong if everyone talks to you,
the day resumes and passes smiles to all...
in turn revert and look beyond,
the blink will brighten too...

how about a walk., the one around living legends
their smell, their shade, their green bodies, their all soothing shade,
yes..!! The legends, who speak of unspoken words we don't listen to...
drive yourself closer to them,
you move closer and they beset you...
try them...they'll smile back,
rather you'll see the smile earlier not visible,
the selfless-rare smile you get to see, not very often you notice them
but they do.

2008-09-02T18:17:00.004+05:30

wait...

i can't
it takes away my time,
wait for friends on the station,
wait for a call,
wait for mom to return home,
wait for my TL to publish the template,
wait for the rains to stop,
wait for the bus to arrive,
wait for 5.30,
wait for dawn,
wait for a seat in the bus,
wait for someone special ( a long one..,
wait for mom to cook food,
wait for dad to say yes after his long thoughts,
wait for a message from anyone,
wait for the winter season.

why the hell should I WAIT !!

2008-08-29T13:46:00.003+05:30

Need of the a moment spent so real...
gulped one by one piling up there
wait, can't they...?

those shared with many smiles,
the loud laughter with friends and mocking at them,
pulling their leg,
the tears that flow from the eyes of a mother looking at her son after years, back from his outstation study trip,
the last sip of my coffee...
missing the train for college and deciding to hangout with friends,

...to be continued...

2008-08-22T19:04:00.003+05:30

Its just a mere thought,
take me there...

the idol world is killing,stay not here..its bound to hit your toe
and painful in the head...
cluttering teeth,
searching for a corner
hiding in the walls...it seems so dry
try another walk
my slippers too are missing
bare feet too are painful

this journey 's destination unknown
try walking ...
I'll meet you there!!

2008-08-22T19:01:00.002+05:30

Its a game ,
want to run away

but

I have to play

2008-08-06T16:10:00.003+05:30

Laugh on things whch don't even please you;

Say "you look beautiful" to the girls in your group, though you might have a different opinion;

They don't understand what you've gottu say, n you are considered wrong;

"Hey tell me also about it ! !", Do I even bother to know , but yea you need to ask else you're considered group-apart;

"I think she's going around with him", you have to listen to all your peers talks,

Stick to your seniors in breaks, so that they know your name better than your friends!!( though this can be exceptional, 'thankfully' )

EErie !!

2008-07-29T15:02:00.003+05:30

How i like to send a mystry message to the long-lost friends only to respond to their reply saying,

"Oh..did I send that to you..,am so sorry, it was sent by mistake..."!!

2008-07-28T13:44:00.003+05:30

The massacre seems to be unknown,
unfolding winds are the witness...
it spoils the first sight, more than that, spoilt is the sight
awake and wide open, so alive...
the country seems to be running,
holding the breath beneath

How we wish not to be 'a part' of and be 'apart'...
It doesn't change that way, neither our being 'a part' will,
but participation might!!
'How' is the question...just don't turn away...

Instill the small minds to be the other way,
show only the good world...

Ignorant from the bad is not bad
the growing minds will obviously see ( the evil ),
but learn what the small minds were taught!!

Include me involve yourself...
"the small minds growing big will lead the way" !!

Smiling in the Celebration...

2008-07-17T20:52:00.009+05:30

The smoke has blurred the scene...

My left eye, forcefully sleeping
when the right one strives to look
beyond..,beyond the unsolid and easily trespassable white smoke,
the yellow light seems like a celebration ahead.

A kid-couple smiling at me,
while playing in the moon-light
along with the bigger yellow lights helping 'them' identify 'their' faces,
the way it helped me recognise their feet,
all tightly wrapped in the blue shoes for the lady-kid,
and the two pinkie Barbies on the gentleman-kid's shoes, each on one foot.

And the breeze, so light enough to make them smile,
when the lady's tender hand helps her move away,
the not so many but smooth hairfrom near her eye-lashes

Everyone Laughed in the celebration...and I smiled on the out-skirts...!!
:)

thinking about ME

2008-07-11T23:42:00.004+05:30

More than anything I would want to think about myself
I am here to think where would, now, I go
an Impression of me settles down
invisible yet so vivid in front of my eyes,
roll over and tomorrow is today...
the carpet is laid down,
decide which colour..,
it matters,
walking or running over it, will matter too.

How important is it ??
let it stay with you till dusk ...and more of dusks
let it not hurry,
yes., IT should wait for you more than you waiting...

and again a yes
Keep IT RED !!

see wat you think

2008-06-29T14:41:00.004+05:30

Its hard not to think...
it takes away your time,
you reach places and watch n'numerous faces,
you talk your way, listen to wat you want to hear,
sometimes the body hardly matters,
the place too seems irrelevant...but the situation is.

Its wat you believe or maybe want to believe...
its wat you perceive.,which need not be per say,
its all framed,
and the divergence comes along with experience of the same.

Its fantasy and fiction yet so true to you.,
might as well want to live it,or sometimes dread it...

Keep it watching
you may not know your landing while taking off.

2008-06-28T11:50:00.003+05:30

Its all about showing how good you look,

gurls in the run to look more and more beautiful than their friends

who grabs the eyes of the guys most number o times,

how many times did they swing around her and me., the count is on...

is it so important to LOOK beautiful, to wear yourself so beautifooly

why dance tactfully and not for our njuoyment,

its classier when you smoke and drink,

its the image you get if you don't...

well

HE needs HER

2008-06-17T21:30:00.006+05:30

The Girl starts it..yes!!

the Boy undoubtedly vindicates...

he, like, HAS to give it back to her

Girl moves away, she tries to like it no more...

and the Boy misses her when she is moving

he hits back at her, follows her...

and conclusion: HE needs HER

(so true)

'HE always NEEDS HER' than going otherwise!!

2008-06-15T20:48:00.000+05:30

2008-06-15T20:23:00.001+05:30

NO REASON
[:(

2008-06-15T20:17:00.003+05:30

why am i not willing to meet..??
why did i miss this opportunity after this long gap..??
why don't i want to see..??
why..??

tch...am not liking this not wanting to and not willing to

urrrgh...is it ever possible this way..??

hands over my forehead and over my head...and more over my hair
close my eyes!!

2008-06-15T20:09:00.002+05:30

Girls are not shy.,they jsut hide away from the truth of physical love..or maybe thats the way they do IT!!

beside you..

2008-06-15T20:01:00.004+05:30

how i want to lie beside you..

if you dont mind may i die..??

yes you heard me right.,may i die..??

i die and then can be beside you without you knowing it, is it fine...??

yes, i won't disturb you., am sure

just look at me once..just fall once...and i want no more of it!!

it labels me to you

whatever be your wish grant my this wish...

just that may i die and lie beside you!!

Frame me

2008-05-30T14:57:00.004+05:30

Frame me on the Wall
want to see the feeling,
how is it to be hanging up there,just below the ceiling...

will strangers look at me ??
Yes, if am a beauty, why not
won't they even if am not ?
Hell yes., ohh...Well yes !
I'll stare at them
Will smile too if they like me,
or is it the other way
Hm..it should be!!

Border me blue..
its a soothing colour,
clings to your eyes and hangs there through,

Nail me proper,
so I ain't become a dropper
All the time in this world
you have, but keep me like a pauper,
Oh i never meant it to rhyme,
but doesn't it sound like how the winds chyme...!!
Did I do it agan..??

Thats why i think i need to be forwardly framed on the wall,
So that in my life span I never fall

Non-Things bothering

2008-05-28T15:44:00.004+05:30

Doesn't it bother you,
when someone not so close sticks to you ??
Doesn't it bother you,
when that same person discontinues the same after a month of all that ??

How shud it matter,
n when does it...??

Am i frowning at the monitor[:O

Let me Talk to yu

2008-05-26T14:50:00.001+05:30

Let me talk to yu...
O darkness., yu prevail,
appear every night and the world goes silent,
somethings they fear, yu might harm;
yu never, but do allow..
Nonetheless yu have to bow
when the dawn sits on yu, your death is near,
nothing sort yu knew

talking of your life, yu remain a secret
wanting to be known by a few,
yu prefer speaking to none, but
Let me talk to yu...

Fighting for life every time,
yu appear to be the same all nine,
urchins and mothers move to their houses to dine,
and yu prefer to stay all Mine!

and wat I see, is the Bat and the Owl
along with the wolves and the dogs to howl,
do they like yu
or
they care nothing about the foul

juxtaposed is the living as yu enter,
but one process lies in the center...
Two souls merge to be one, not to have fun,
but wat is truely done
and sinks deep in the heart,the feeling
when collapse the rest,
this works the best

Things undue,
hands the living a clue,
feeling like an Angel beside yu,
so Let me talk to yu...

Though silent yu are,
your talks walk away very far
beyond the horizons to touch the star
Conjure and bring it to the Earth,
yu bless the birth
of 'a Sun',
the day begins,
where others speak to yu...
and here I am
waiting and waiting still..to talk to yu !!

!! How I Started

2008-05-26T12:05:00.001+05:30

I am writing, yes I am...
Am liking it too, how everything is so afloat
its bringing M closer to E..hope yu get that, cos i did[:)
on top o the sea, yes !!
a step stepped..now i'll walk to know the depth
A hello to ME...

m walkin....