Sunday, December 28, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
So here are the two sides of the coin..
Always be on your guard. Do not serve all your feelings on a silver platter for the world to kick away. It's better to be careful than to be disappointed. Believe in retribution. Do unto others what they do to u (grammatical shit). Never initiate anything that might backfire. Think before you speak. Think again befor you act. Think yet again before u laugh.
Be yourself. Just yourself.
I think I'll stick to the second side. I'll continue being the impetuous, irresponsible 17 year old who refuses to grow up. I cannot kill my passion for life. I guess I'll just have to wait till life kills me.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Each time there is a terror strike, there are a hundred fingers that point in every direction possible...while there are scores of hundreds that will never see the beauty of the morning sun again.
We feel angry. Insecure. Terrified. Helpless. Determined to do our part.
And what do we really do?
Talk about it over coffee and then forget something like this happened...till the next time terror strikes.
We say we'll stand up against terrorism. But do we know how?
We say kill the terrorists, make the politicians resign.
But how many of us are willing to leave the sanctity of our homes, jobs and families to join the NSG or the defense forces ?
What did u say? You aren't fit enough??
Ollie Krata...join politics instead..
It's a dirty job? You don't want to get your hands soiled? You'll never survive there? You don't know how to get there? You need the right references?
We have the questions..we need the answers.
If you don't have any, don't insult the ones who gave up their lives by talking about them just to while away your time.
I have made my decision. I know the answers to the questions that haunt me.
And I will do my part. I swear.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
There were some who saw only my shortcomings..there were some who overlooked those shortcomings.....and then, there were a few ppl like you. You acknowledged my shortcomings. You like me not inspite of my follies..but with them...maybe even because of them. You not only accepted me into your life, but welcomed me!
You knew i was far from perfect. Way too mean to be good...way too dense to be sharp. You knew i cared even though i sometimes acted difficult. You stood by me even when i knew i was wrong--gently steering me in the right direction. you were patient when i felt my sanity hang by a thread.
I don't say it often enough..but i love you. I don't bind myself to you..my freedom is precious to me..but that doesen't mean i don't appreciate you.
Like me for what i am
Not for what you want me to be
Hate me for what i am
Not for what you believe me to be
Forgive me for what i did
Not for what u think i do
Leave me if u must
But not because i'm not like you
Stay only if u want
Not because i put up a fight
Say only what u mean
Not whatever sounds right
You ask what u mean to me
And i say you're my family n my foe
I may sound a bit confused
But u are equally unsure
It's strange....isn't it? Sometimes people you've known for years and been very close to fail to understand why you behave in a particular fashion..but somebody who you hardly know can anticipate your next move with admirable ease.
But why is anticipation followed by apprehension? Why cannot you see that there is no need to read between the lines? Why is it that you cannot differentiate between what is superficial and what is real?
More importantly, why is it that you need to talk to somebody to come to terms with yourself? If you are fighting battles inside your head, you must know that you are not alone.
In your quest for the undefined what will you gain?
India was so named after its beautiful and generous queen, Indiana.
The inhabitants were a mixed lot consisting of elves, brownies, pixies, ghouls and goblins.
There were only two humans in the entire land.
The Queen, Indiana ; and a wizard, who went by the name of T.Ray.
Those were magical times when feelings such as jealousy, hatred and discontentment were unheard of and everyone was equal. Nobody was poor because nobody was rich. Even Indiana led a simple life, inspite of the fact that she ruled the land and could have had anything she wished for.
But she lived in a small wooden cottage where she grew pink and white lilies in the front lawn and a small vegetable garden in the backyard.
In India, the daily assembly addressed issues that were settled in front of the whole kingdom.
The inhabitants helped each other whenever they could and feelings of animosity were alien.
The only person who was not satisfied was T.Ray. A wizard by birth, he was the most powerful man in the entire kingdom and was called whenever someone was ill or needed a stroke of good luck.
The wizard secretly desired to be the King and make radical changes throughout India. He wanted to drive out the goblins from the land and assign important positions to the elves, who were an innocent lot and worshipped and admired the wizard because of his magical powers.
One day, after much deliberation, the wizard decided to speak to Indiana and to show her a magic preview of what the ideal India would be like if only she would let him make a few changes. He knew he would never be able to fulfill his dream without her consent, as Indiana was the most powerful woman in the entire world and nobody ever dared to refuse her word.
The wizard woke up early in the day and got ready for the daily assembly.
By the time he reached the assembly venue, the daily issues had been resolved. T.Ray-the wizard, went to see the queen who welcomed him, unaware of his propositions.
The wizard explained to her how beautiful a world he thought it would be, if they drove out the goblins from their land.
Indiana listened to him patiently and tried to reason with him, telling him all living beings had a right to live wherever they wanted to and that the great kingdom of India had never discriminated against any section of people. She warned him that such an action would cause unrest among all the inhabitants and disturb the peace.
But the wizard was not willing to listen.
He thought he had formulated a perfect theory for existence and felt insulted that Indiana didn't welcome his views.
Finally, when Indiana saw that the wizard was not going to relent, she started fearing the outcome of his obstinacy.
She banished T.Ray from the kingdom forever and asked him to leave India within the next two days.
Feeling dejected and insulted, T.Ray experienced an alien feeling take over his entire being. Always hailed as the wisest man in the entire land, he had not foreseen the possibility of the Queen declining his suggestions.
Anger and an urge to wreak havoc began to dominate his thoughts and he vowed to avenge himself.
He went down to his basement where he stored all his magic potions and brews and began to practice his black magic.
T.Ray concocted a strong magical potion and with the help of a few of his faithful elves, sprayed the potion over every vegetable garden in the entire kingdom, with the exception of the Queen's garden which was always heavily guarded by the ghouls.
Within the next one day, every brownie, pixie, elf and goblin had eaten from their vegetable gardens and the magic potion sprayed over the vegetables made every inhabitant go mad.
They started behaving in a most peculiar fashion. Arguements and disagreements became commonplace and everyone resorted to reacting violently at the slightest provocation.
The only unaffected people were Indiana, because she consumed only the vegetables which she grew in her own private garden which had not been infected by the magic potion; and of course, the wizard himself, who had by now left India.
It didn't take long for the queen to realize what had happened and she immediately issued a series of edicts governing public safety.
But now, since she was the only one left who could think in a rational manner, her words of wisdom were misunderstood by the inhabitants and they together stormed her cottage and beat her to death.
Elsewhere, the wizard saw in his crystal ball all that had happened due to his magic potion. He was not a cruel man, just greedy for power and status. He started repenting all the trouble his actions had caused and his guilt for causing Indiana's death became so enormous that he went into solitary confinement and his mind deteriorated. He became a mad man and lost all sense of reason. He travelled all over the world looking for Indiana to appologize to her. But Indiana was already dead and the kingdom of India was being divided again and again - sometimes by the pixies, sometimes by the goblins, till all that was left of it was small pieces of land that its inhabitants called States. The pixies stayed in one state, the elves in another, the goblins in yet another and so on. Nobody came for anybody's assistance.
The effects of the magic potion were so strong that it had now permeated itself into the very soil where all vegetables were grown.
Everyone went mad and behaved in as violent an irrational a fashion as they could- sometimes in the name of religion, sometimes in the name of politics and sometimes without any excuse at all, till the very name of India was wiped from the face of the Earth.
And what happened to the wizard? Well, that's another story altogether.......
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
I wish people around me would STOP playing the matchmaker, faking concern, raising eyebrows and jumping to conclusions.
Take yesterday, for instance. I went to my cousin sister's ring ceremony a hundred and fifty kilometres from here, thinking I'd have a good time meeting relatives I hadn't seen in quite some time and just enjoying the occasion.
But they all collectively made me feel like a lab rat under a microscope.
My parents were bombarded with questions like "Have you started looking for a suitable boy for her? So when do plan to marry her? Should we help you in looking for a suitable match?"
And if that wasn't enough (because my mom cleverly dodged all questions and directed them at me) they began asking me....telling me that I should not let my professional aspirations delay my wedding.
I just wanted to quote "I think- Therefore I'm single".... but I didn't because I honestly don't think they would have understood .
I love each one of them dearly, they are wonderful people.
But they get on my nerves when they start talking of my oh-so-elusive marriage plans.
It's not that I've taken a solemn oath to not tie the knot.
It's just that right now, there are things that take higher priority.
And I still believe that to get along in a romantic relationship, I'll have to act brain-dead and I'm not willing to do that.
I'm opinionated and can reason well. And I will not compromise on my intellect for love.
And I'm certain someday I'll meet a man who's man enough to let his opinions be challenged, carry on a stimulating conversation and look good enough.
And then I can tell them what they want to hear.
Till then, i'd rather concentrate my efforts on things that matter more.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Each time I'm feeling low, the only thing that really helps to make me feel better is a haircut. Of course, a bad one only makes my mood worse. But thats another story.
Today while getting my hair blow-dried I thought about things that I was not allowing myself to think of. And I came out of the parlour looking and feeling better, temporarily so.
On to the next topic for the day.
I realized today people are better than I give them credit for.
I may be a cynic but I don't want to believe in a fantasy world.
That reminds me. Almost two years back, there was this guy by the name of Rohan I made friends with. While we never talked anything that made much sense and don't talk at all now, there were somethings he said right before we stopped corresponding that makes a lot of sense to me now that I think of it.
He said I live in a bubble and once that bubble pops I'll see what the world is really like and that all people are not inherently nice.
I have to admit now that he was right.
The bubble has burst. Life ain't what I thought it would be like. Neither are people.
But then, nor am I.
A friend I talked to today confirmed my worst fears about the kind of person I am.
It may not be easy on the ears, but sometimes the truth is all you want to hear.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
i see him flash his lecherous grin
i know its another night of pain for me
and i know tonight i pay for my sins
he comes towards me as i lay paralysed
i see him slowly unclench his fists
i see venom dripping from his eyes
as he slowly wets his lips
i scream but i know its of no use
i cry and i yell for all i'm worth
but tonight's the night i lose
my faith in goodness on this earth
"stop", i plead and beg for mercy
"it hurts", i say and fall to the floor
"no use bitch" is all i hear
as i try to make a dash for the door
he reveals the weapon he so loves
and i shudder at the very size of it
and as it pierces my tender skin
it gives me an ecstatic hit
i hate myself for loving the effect
as he cleans the injection of my blood
he whispers "i'll be back for ur dose tomorrow"
"yes i'll be back till ure hooked on drugs"
my past and my future
in the fifth dimension
my passions control
i'm but a puppet
a slave to my words
still looking for a vent
looking for freedom
looking for solace
the company i long for
the one i deserve
denied for so long
caught in a void
my heart aches
the fantasy world
i destroy and recreate
with lucid dreams
and no confessions
i find my solace
it needs no dimension........
Lay down your gun
My spirit is weak
Tell them you've won
My eyes see nothing
As you unleash your wrath
My skin is burnt
My insides slowly rot
Take what is mine
You need it more than me
I stole it too
And left someone in misery
Clean up a bit
They'll be soon on your chase
The stink of my corpse
Won't get you any praise
But before you leave
Help me to my desk
Let me write my epitaph
I don't want a "In peace you rest"
Don't you see you've been shot
Of course I'll take whats yours
Why else would I have fought
Don't bother writing an epitaph
I have something better in mind
I'll carve it on your back
You've got a nice behind
Now don't act motherly
I know when to clean up
You best be thinking pleasant thoughts
You're gonna die, tough luck!
Well I'll be on my way now
But before that let me tell
What your epitaph says
It reads "I belong in hell"
and I sometimes reflect
Things once obscure
don't seem that way anymore
I am now more patient
I know I'm at peace
So why do those thoughts
Come back to haunt me?
I didn't mean to kill her
I didn't think I really could
But the moment she screamed
I knew I would
I didn't mean to kill him
But he screamed too
Couldn't stand the sight of blood
Will you blame me for that too?
Blood is natural
Pain is pure
That's all I ever wanted to prove
That's all I wanted to show
If they had been patient
If they could bear a little more
They would have joined me
And we'd be happy forever more
But they were children
So I guess I can't complain
I tried it on their mother
I was sure she'd understand
I thought she would care
She called the men in the white coats
And they took me away again
Why couldn't they appreciate
The beautiful colour that flows in our veins
Why is it everytime I discover beauty
They lock me up again
counting wild geese, singing a happy tune
she turned seven on a beautiful starry night
celebrating with her family by the pale moon light
she turned seven as she counted her presents
family,friends and gifts...she was in her heaven
she turned seven as she played with her friends
squealing in delight , wishing the night wouldn't end
she turned seven when her brother took her aside
and whispered "i have a special gift, come inside"
she turned seven as she wished for a new dress
she was sure she'd get one with ribbons, no less
she turned seven the day her brother made her do
the things she hadn't forgotten even now that she was 32
she turned seven the day she was abused
her innocence snatched away, her identity bemused
Drowning out the sound of speech
And when comfort finds its voice...
Impulse takes over
Insinuating what i would never mean
And the darkness of the fire
Engulfs and captivates...
The bare truth nobody wants to see
And my credibility takes a blow
Reflecting the nemesis me...
and lonely tears
with careful manoevers
and silent sounds
how they abound!
loved and lost
and loved again
and unruly games
Fire in the soul
but spirits so damp
Darkness by the day
Life's a night camp!
Thunder in the ground
Lakes in the sky
Looking for reasons
Reasons to fight
Voices they are
the call of the Wild
the Quest continues
i am ,but a child....
Sadder still when you acknowledge that nothing really began. And that you were delusioned for longer than you are willing to admit to yourself.
Who would you turn to for an explanation when it is your mind that refuses to agree with your heart?
Why is that so hard to believe?
I don't want my voice to be heard. I don't want to shout it out loud.
They say we get what we deserve.
Is that why Osama has/had the power to terrorize nations?
Is that why John Lennon and Bhagat Singh were killed before their time?
Is that why a man who works from dawn to dusk as a labourer does not get his two square meals?
Is that why girls no more than 10 years old are raped and left to bleed to death?
Is that why Michael Jackson's songs went from "Heal the world" to "They don't really care about us"?
I have questions.
But I haven't yet found the right question.
The answers always were elusive.
But I don't want to ask anybody anything.
I want to remain silent.
Silence may not speak.
But it is ominously comfortimg. Till the time I find the right questions.
Its going to change your life, its going to change you.
All you have is this moment.
And there is nothing you'd rather do. No-one you'd rather be with.
Sleep? Its for the dead.
Life? Its all in this one moment.
Passion? Its a distant memory.
Perception? It doesen't matter as much as you thought it would.
So when the storm comes, you'll still be unprepared. You'll still be blown away.
And so will the rest of them.
Because its meant to be that way.
There'll be a dark night, and the dark knight will be hiding in the shadows. Because the mystical land does not exist on one-way streets.
There will be no honour and no glory for fallen heroes.
There will be no tears for the ones blown away, because there'll be no-one left to cry.
There will be no dawn.
You'll pinch yourself and you'll wish it would wake you up from a horrible sleep.
The tangled labyrinth will envelop your mind and you'll want to break the shackles.
You will feel suffocated by your own heavy breathing.
It will be a journey with no destination.
It will be a nightmare with no end.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
One is not better than the other...they complement each other beautifully. So while I'm all for equal rights, I refuse to be a feminist. Because at the end of the day, I'd just be an intolerable sexist.
And no, I don't believe all women are my sisters. There are times when I'm shocked at the way women behave and I secretly wish I could withdraw membership from the human race altogether, because the men don't behave any better.
So I'm not the kind of woman who can shop all day and not get bored. And I do know men who can. This is just one of the many ridiculous, illogical assumptions that we make about each other. Stuff like men gossip less than women, women are always looking for a commitment, men would rather watch a football match than meaningful theatre....isn't it all open to individual choices? Or do I have to force myself to enjoy a sappy movie just because I'm a woman...
Maybe if we all tried to get to know each other better ,without being presumptuous due to gender differences, we'd get along better.
Or do you too believe that a universe sans terrorism, hatred, economic meltdowns, religious wars, rape, child abuse and the like can exist?
When we were younger our mystical wonderlands had fountains of our favourite ice-cream sodas and houses made out of cheesecake. The inhabitants were talking animals and elves and pixies, thanks to a healthy overdose of Enid Blyton's books.
My dreamland now is not nearly as imaginative as it used to be and not half as colourful.
All I want now is to wake up in the morning, reach for the newspaper and quickly get to Calvin & Hobbes without stories of mass killings staring at me from the front page.
We were always taught that "India is a secular country."
I'm not too sure.
There are minorities in our country that have been economically deprived for too long, politically marginalised for decades, emotionally thrashed till the time weak-minded individuals resorted to terrorizing their own countrymen. And we want to believe that we are secular, democratic and progressing?
I don't know much, I agree.
But I do know that no-one, absolutely NO-ONE is inherently ruthless and mean. No child is a born murderer. If our people have lost their way, maybe somewhere we are at fault too. Why else would they listen to someone who believes that terrorizing innocent citizens is the only way to get closer to "God".
I don't know anything about what they call "Jihad." I don't know anything about what they call "Hinduism."
But yes, I do have faith in the men who continue to guard our borders witheir lives. I have faith in the people who come together after a tragedy irrespective of each other's religion to lend a helping hand.
And I have faith that someday we'll see the Kingdom of Far Far Away in the distance.
And if donkey asks ,"Are we there yet?":
Maybe someday I'll be able to say yes.