Tuesday, September 2, 2014

The Zephyr



The sun woke me up with a brotherly hug,
Birds seemed to chatter more,
The wind had a leisurely stroll,
Hand in hand with the pine and spruce.

I think I should speak now.
They all quietly whispered to me,
"Be quiet now, enjoy the moment!"

I whispered back, "Why?".
Taking their own sweet time,
I was again told, "Be still", I listened.
The Lilies nodded as if in unison,
To the sweet fragrances of cherries and lime.

The shadow of the poplars,
The softness of tall grass,
A distant hum of single seater's propellers,
Just yonder the orchard of apples and pears,
They all gave a hint, but were not quite ready to share.

The sweet guitars of marooned
floated effortlessly in the air,
I listened, I stared,
To the marvel sitting next to me,
with the breeze playing with her hair.

Her eyes were closed with a smile curving her lips,
I looked around silently,
They seemed to be telling her something more,
Something they always held from me,
Was it the secret to bliss?
or it was her they, too, wanted to kiss.

I listened quietly, as I turned green,
Putting an arm around her, I started to lean,
I was held back gently by the wind,
As it finally told 'the secret' in my ear,
"You are but her guest here, and this is all for her."

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Rage



When 'everything' isn't good enough,
And silent flows the rage,
Embers continue to smolder,
Though the inferno came of age.
This rage, both vague and conspicuous,
benevolent and mean,
unselfish and self seeking,
This rage is not hate,
It stems from your intense yearning.
As I sit gazing out the window,
Hoping to never see you again,
The rage is what tells me this elixir is the plague,
Hence i'm writing this, after it's too late,
When 'everything' isn't good enough,
then silent flows the rage....

Sunday, March 31, 2013

दोस्त (Hindi)






ऐसा एक दोस्त है मेरा,
शर्माता हुआ है जिसका चेहरा,
कभी तो वो मुझसे दूर है भगता,
कभी भीड़ में भी बंद कर देता मेरा दायरा,
ऐसा एक दोस्त है मेरा .....

कभी पास बैठा कर बाप जैसे समझाता,
कभी माँ की तरह सर पे हाथ फिराता,
कभी बहन की तरह गुस्से से चिल्लाता,
तो कभी भूखे भेड़िये की तरह है कटता
ऐसा एक दोस्त है मेरा .....

कभी बिन कहे ही आ जाता,
तो कभी रूठ के पास ना आता,
कभी लता अपने साथ मेरी कहानियों का पिटारा,
तो कभी खाली हाथ ही आ जाता,
ऐसा एक दोस्त है मेरा .....

मैं ना जानू कहाँ है वो जाता,
पर हमेशा लौट के मेरे पास ही आता,
हर बार सुनाता है मुझे मेरी ही कहानियाँ,
आँखों में आंसू ला कर कुछ सबक सिखा जाता,
ऐसा एक दोस्त है मेरा .....

वो ना तो है कोई इंसान, न रूह, न जानवर,
वो है घनघोर अंधेरे में एक धुआँ ...
जो  रेहता मेरे ही अन्दर,
उसकी ना तो है कोई जवानी, ना है बचपन,
वो है मेरा दोस्त 'अकेलापन'!!!


Saturday, May 12, 2012

Melancholia




Welcome to Melancholia,
where the skies are ever grey,
an enchanting place where the shrubs grow wild,
a place where wind cries perpetual dismay.

Feel your heart sink down,
as the night and day become one,
and see the souls of your past float around the moon and sun,
"Don't come in with a heavy heart", reads a warning,
for you may have been forgiven, but respites are none.

We know you are two people,
remember all the things you wanted to do and say,
also remember how,
as one pushed you in, the other pulled you away,
Welcome to Melancholia,
where the skies are ever grey.

"You knew you would end up here, then why'd you do it?"
whispers her voice as she looks you in your eye,
and you see that familiar smile fade away,
Your tears don't stop however hard you try,

"I knew that too and It's never going to get any better,
You'll always be with me,
and this is the only place we can ever be together"


Welcome to Melancholia! we say,
where the skies are ever grey!
a magical place to smother your soul!
a place where wind cries perpetual dismay!


Monday, January 4, 2010

A Funny Song About a Funny Man




The joker silently stands still in the rain,

drenched from head to toe,

looking around for someone....

the paint running loose, he wipes his face,


Up in the far east, dawn nears,

He's happy, no one's around...

how can anyone see him like this,

He puts a grin back on, before he's found


The joker smiles in the rain, he tried very hard today....

the audience was receptive, lights good....

there was a lot of self-humor involved

in the middle of the stage he stood....


The show was a success...again....

he had the audience in splits....

while they were wiping tears from their eyes....

to backstage quietly he slipped....


Back there he was alone, no one by his side....

he didn't know what to do next

no one one to talk to....

no one to confide....


He sits there, maybe an hour, maybe two.....

I'm really not sure

waiting for someone to come in....

someone to give HIM a cure....


Its been a long time, since he had a laugh,

a long time indeed, since he laughed his guts out....

a long time since someone understood what he wanted...

long since he met someone, he couldn't do without....


After 3 long hours, he packs his things....

puts it in a gunny bag, over his shoulder which he slings....

He walks towards the door, never to return again...

turns off the lights, and walks out into the rain....


But little did he notice the dark corner of the hall....

the silent silhouette of someone sitting still...

not afraid of the quiet and dark...

she is prepaid to wait until


Following him around, attending his every show,

unknown to the joker, she has been his forever....

as the joker walks out into the rain, never to return

she still sits there, with the candle,

prepared to meet him....

Waiting. Leaving never.....

Sunday, December 20, 2009

One year since....26/11


Every Indian knows what he/she was doing when they first heard the news break-out on national TV.

     On the morning of 27/11/2008 i returned home from my University office in Belgaum after taking my provisional degree certificate and was immediately greeted on the door by a worried look on Guddy's face. I could see she was really upset and in the most serious tone, i've ever heard from her, she simply told me "Bhaiya, Mumbai mein terrorist attack re!!!!". For a moment i didnt believe her and then heard the the unmistakable voice of Deepak Chaurasia, loud and clear, emanating from my TV set in the living room, covering the attacks for Aaj Tak.

     My reaction was shock, anger, helplessness, pity and disgust, mixed in one complex emotion. All these emotions mixed to form a slow moving, high viscosity fluid in my head which kept me from immediately going to my TV to 'check it out'. Rather i simply walked straight to the bathroom to freshen up after my 2 day trip to belgaum. Needless to say, later i spent the next three days shifting channels from Aaj Tak to NDTV to BBC and CNN. 

Meanwhile, mom was worried a touch more than us, as one of my mausi lives in Mumbai and my mama, who is in NSG, was scheduled to be in Mumbai on 30th, if the situation could not be brought under control by then. Thankfully, it was!!!! Dad, who was at the National hockey camp in New Delhi, also got repeated safety alerts from mom.

After Kasab was caught and and the whole incident was done, there were many things which were screaming to be brought to public attention.

1) Failure of Indian Intelligence: Indian intelligence failed on may fronts here, again. Starting from failing to predict the attacks, to failure in cooperation with foreign Intelligence. Our intelligence has failed us time and again, be it the parliament attacks, Numerous bomb blasts in Mumbai, Bangalore, Jaipur.... Its easy to loose track of these over time!!!! Just a look at MOSSAD and CIA, and one can understand how intelligence services should be!!!!Apart from Munich '72 massacre, there have been no attacks on Israelis, even though Israel is THE MOST hated country in the world. And of course, how many terrorist strikes have occurred in the US after 9/11. One can debate about US being geographically far from such 'hostile centres', but Israel is surrounded by countries which want to eradicate it from the face of this earth and don't mind saying so in public.

2) Mindless Indian media: Though it was very informative for us, as viewers, to keep ourself updated in real time, but media should've kept restraints on the material that they were airing, because they apparently forgot, they are after all airing it on national television. These channels also air in Pakistan right to the dug outs where the handlers were seated and remote controlling the operation. Here Ministry of Information and Broadcast should've censored the material first before it was being aired or simply the police should've cordoned off a much larger area, which also would've kept the news hungry reporters out off harms way!!!

and yes, after the whole incident, one particular News channel aired an 'exclusive' 1 hour program on the shaheed 'pigeons' outside Taj hotels...yes thats right.... 'pigeons', as in birds!!! I almost ripped my TV socket from the wall!!!!

3) Weapons used by Mumbai Police: Probably, this should've come first. Our cops were using weapons like .303 Lee Enfield (Older than World War I) and  7.62 1A Self Loading Rifles (As old as .303) against AK-47s, AK-56s and Grenades. And to add to their woes, they used plastic helmets and the bulletproof jackets which were all but 'bulletproof'. These things resulted in the death of some of the best cops in our country!!!! and the sad part is that these things are making some 'skeptics' believe that these attacks were staged!!! :x ..."What the FUCK!!!!"

4) Work of NSG: Indian commandos are considered to be among the elite in the world and certainly the best in Asia and they proved it during the attacks. Some people keep groaning about the fact that NSG came-in 10 hours after the attacks began, and that their operation was painstakingly slow. These 'people' aren't aware of the facts. NSG was alerted at midnight, in under 2 and a half hours of the attacks and inside another hour they were in palam airport where they reached by ....TRUCKS.... yes, trucks, because the helicopters they possess at manesar, don't have night flying capabilities (and also their request for as fixed-wing aircraft has been held-up by the Home Ministry). The fiasco doesn't end here. They had to wait for another hour at the airport for the plane, which was called from Chandigarh, to take them to the 'war zone'. All in all, almost 3 precious hours were lost. According to NSG DG Jyoti Krishan Dutt, “By the time we reached (Mumbai), most (hostages) were dead."

Their operation took 59 long hours. Why so? because there just weren't 10 terrorists to kill.... there also were 100s of lives to be saved. Analyzing the overall stats of the attacks, we officially lost 183 people, but around 700-800 people were rescued, in which 600+ were from Taj, Oberoi and Nariman House. This shows the excellent work done by the Black Cats.

5) Attitude of Pakistan Govt.: The flip-flops done by our neighbors were classic during this period and made me laugh on numerous occasions, both at their level of stupidity and their belief that someone actually buys that shit. Initially, they flatly denied any pakistani involvement in the attacks. Then as and when Kasab shared information with the police about his home in faridkot, that village was suddenly cordoned off, surrounded by the army and entry of any media person was prohibited. But apparently someone did manage to sneak in and get a shot of his home and an interview with his neighbors. They then wanted India to share evidence with them regarding any pakistani involvement, and when they received a shit load of it, which included VoIP IDs of the pakistani handlers, they rejected it saying it wasn't conclusive enough and wanted some 'real evidence'. "You are laughing too right??? [:D]" Then, they pretend to house arrest a few members of Jamaat ud-Dawa, under US and UN pressure, (No surprises as to why. MONEY!!! AID!!! CHANDA!!! BHEEK!!!) but those guys were found to roaming freely after a few days. "I could probably write a lot more on this topic, but it would probably bore a few readers away, if i haven't done so already!!!! and which i fear i have!! [:(]"


On the morning of 29th when the 9th terrorist was killed and Kasab, caught, I heaved a sigh of relief and thanked the security forces for saving countless lives, esp Assistant sub-inspector Tukaram Omble (for the people who don't know who this great man is, please Google his name). I, initially, was very happy that he was receiving a fair trial, as thats the sign of a true democracy, but gradually this trial is becoming a farce and has all the traits of an Ekta Kapoor 'Potboiler'!!!!

It all started with Advocate Anjali Waghmare (the defense lawyer) being publicly fired on the grounds of 'professional misconduct', in April, as she did not inform the court that she is also representing one of the victims of the attacks file for compensation.

The appointment of Abbas Kazmi as the defense lawyer against the public prosecutor Ujjwal Nikam also caused a flutter as these two were also involved in other high profile cases like '93  Mumbai blasts and Gulshan Kumar murder case. Then, out of the blue came Kasab's guilty plea. But Nikam sensing a ploy to have the trial ended early without Kasab facing all charges, pleaded the judge not to accept the plea until he had rested his case. Yet another twist came when Abbas Kazmi was also fired from the case, late last month, with 'Non Co-operation' being the reason cited this time by Special judge Tahliyani. I feel, he is more relieved to be out of this case, as he kept complaining about how tough it was getting for him and he was getting peanuts as salary for this and could not take up any new cases.

And now, to add to the drama, Kasab again back-tracked on his statement and plead not-guilty for all the charges against him and claims he came to Mumbai as a visitor and was promptly arrested by the police. He also claimed that the person who was caught on camera during the attacks, looked a lot like him. "Yeah, u moron, Mumbai police knew what the attackers would look like, 5 days before the attack!!!!!"

Of course in the middle we kept hearing Kasab wanting to be treated like everyone else and wants good food, daily newspapers, permission to roam about freely in jail. He talks marathi, says he fears for his life in the prison and he even has the cheek to carry a sample bowl of rice to court as an 'evidence' of food being given to him being laced with drugs (Obviously, it was tested and was found to be just that, a bowl of rice).

Reading about these things in the papers, daily, tend to take the shine, seriousness and importance off the case. It makes one feel that our judicial system is being mocked and which in-turn feels like a mockery of us as Indians.


Well, I do not promise to keep this post updated on a weekly or even monthly basis, but i will continue with it as when i find time and an urge to empty my brain off sensible things to concentrate on more insignificant things in life!!!! 

Sunday, September 6, 2009

The New Life....




The Night's bright again
flowers in full bloom
you stare at the sun
without making your eyes squirm....
you're surprised at the turn of events
Sun set a few hours ago, Hot
things don't make much sense
but you're happy to get another shot....

You close your eyes, breath big
tilt your head back
look at the strange floating heads
with Knives, Needles, Scissors & Bottles on the rack....

Thinking of escaping?
Oh! I think not
you're in my hands now
I turn you around and give a little spank....

The lights are bloody dazzling
Air never so fresh
You are relieved of your suffocated life
Oh! You like My sweet caress....

Night...Lights...Heads...Knives....
things still don't make any sense,
that's a lot of information to take
esp when your brains like dead weight....
then, you try to speak to me
but hardly a noise escapes, hmmm well
I anyways wouldnt've answered back, except to say,
"WELCOME TO HELL!!!!"

PS: For best results, read this with 'Question!' by 'System of a Down' on the background!!!!

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