There is no pain you're receding. A distant ship smoke on the horizon. You're only coming through in waves, your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. When I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse. Out of the corner of my eye, I turned to look but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now, the child is grown, the dream is gone..

Saturday, December 29, 2012

The Time to Rise..

"Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn." - Alfred Pennyworth (Sir Michael Caine) 


We live in a generation, where people don't believe in prophecies. December 21, 2012 may not have turned out to be the prophesied doomsday to mark the end of the world, but it surely marks the end of humanity. The moment we stop fighting for each other, that's the moment we lose our humanity. 


Those days aren't far when the morning newspaper's main headlines would be, Six men mercilessly rape a girl in her twenties, with an iron rod, in a moving bus, almost killing her; or making her life worse than hell. A madman, indulged into his whims enters a school and becomes responsible for the death of 22 people, mostly children. A father, who comes weary and drunk at home rapes and murders his 10 year old daughter, who is later found in pieces by the river. A woman poisons her entire family, because she's going through a bad marriage and she cannot handle the everlasting depression. A mother of four children, sedated and gang-raped just for the sake of revenge. The list will never end. Ironically, one stops having any qualms from thievery, smuggling and similar organized crime in the city as they seem to be pretty innocent compared to what goes on.


In this era, it seems like giving birth to a girl child and letting her stand up for what's right, would be a grave mistake. The moment she steps out to face this sadistic world, is the moment we start challenging her endurance level. But there are some things that cannot be endured. These barbarous crimes are committed with such cruelty, that merely reading about them sends a chill down our spine. We feel sick and devastated, only by imagining the agonizing pain that a victim goes through. One can feel echoes of the screams and shrieks of agony, begging them to stop. Begging them for mercy. The torture that an innocent girl faces, thinking about how a few minutes could change her entire life. How someone can prick your balloon of hopes and dreams and send you spinning down forever to the chasms of misery. The pain that a family feels losing their daughter, which is nothing less than dying; each day for the rest of their lives. 

We live in a society, where girls sharing their reviews on social networking sites are arrested and punished. But if the same girl becomes a victim of rape and molestation isn't provided justice. Every moment, somewhere in the world, a girl falls prey to physical or mental abuse. Eve-teasing is one of things, which has a common occurrence with every girl, around every corner. One stops caring about these casual things. The weak are neglected as trivial hindrances in our justice system. It takes years, sometimes decades to serve them with proper justice. There are only some such cases which can be brought to notice by the media, while 90% of them go unnoticed everyday.


Since as long as we can remember, the Law has always been sidestepped as a joke. The deeply flawed and corrupt system fails to create any terror whatsoever among the rapists, molesters and such category of criminals. After getting paid over and under the table for warming their seats for such a long time and enough pressure put under their asses, the 'government' might finally condemn the accused with the death sentence. But, would this be enough to serve justice to what happens with so many women every day in India? Wouldn't justice be to castrate the rapists and tie them naked in middle of the street, leaving them to the mercy of people? Let the people decide their fate, not the Law. Let people fling stones, throw acid, hurl knives or do anything that they'd want to. Let them be punished with such savageness, that no scum would ever dare to harass a girl. In such circumstances, you'd want to support the Arab law of punishing the organ that committed the crime. Unethical and violent it might sound, but what they did defied all acts of brutality and heinousness.

We, the people would offer our condolences and protest against such callousness with fierce, bruised hearts. We would walk down the city holding candles, praying and protesting at the same time. But these things slowly subside, in a few weeks or months' time. What after that? Things fall back to the place where everything started. We lunge ourselves into our daily busy routines and then sooner or later, we get over it. We recover so easily because at the end of the day, it hardly makes difference to any of us. We are born with the mentality to keep quiet and continue nodding with our heads down, until the day something goes wrong with us. Until that extremity is reached, no one really cares. We just let things go, according to the flow.

Today, I see a country where every girl will now fear to step outside her home, not knowing what horror awaits her round the next corner. I see a country where a girl wouldn't walk even twenty feet in a lane, without the fear of being eve-teased or raped. I see every girl, woman and lady groped with terror and despair. I can see hopes and happiness being washed away in the river flooded with terror and inhumanity.


Yes, no country is perfect. We have to strive to make it better. A night is darkest before the dawn, nothing lasts forever. Someday, somewhere, somehow everything comes to an end. Something, has to be done. A change, has to be made.


"I am starting with the Man in the Mirror. I am asking him to change his ways. And no message could have been any clearer, if you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and make the change." - Michael Jackson




Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Santa, WHY YOU NO come home?

Disclaimer : "This post is a complete work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual fictitious person, alive or dead is entirely coincidental. In no way, does it mean to insult or otherwise mock any religion, beliefs or sentiments."
Also, everything written on this post is an outcome of the lamest and most useless things that have happened to my mind. It has no sense, meaning or logic. So please read on, only if you have nothing more important to do, than reading this. :P

Yep, it's done.

Heaves a sigh of relief.

Okay. This year, it was the first time that 'Santa' didn't leave a neatly wrapped brown package below my pillow. This immediately got on my nerves. Without a moment's second thought, I stormed out of my room and gave a furious look to my Mom, inquiring about my Christmas present. 

Childish? No? Okay, read on.

She told me to sit back for a while, and ponder over the reason, as to why Santa didn't turn up this time. Well, I came up with these daft reasons. Had she been reading this post right now, she would have stood here crossing her arms, reciprocating me the same look that I had given her in the morning! Anyway, here we go. :|


- After all these years of hard work and struggle, Santa eventually made up his mind to take a break. So he just decided to chuck the big red bag and his sledge to take the day night off. I wouldn't be surprised if someone found him sitting on a comfortable armchair by the fire, munching popcorn over the nail biting India-Pakistan game that followed! 


- Because of the consistently suffering economy of America, and the unflappable growth of inflation, Santa eventually ran out of his pocket money and  could no longer buy gifts for any poor soul! 


This year, Santa decided to ignore India altogether from the fear of being mugged and raped in the country's capital itself. 



- Santa came across the film 'Bad Santa' and he actually wanted to try and see how bad can a Santa really be. (Shoots oneself for writing this.)



- Santa finally had his big breakthrough, a change in career from his monotonous job. Yes, he got appointed as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts. And we all know how each one met their end before Christmas! :P


- Or maybe one reindeer, out of the dozen pulling his sledge, resigned because of the over worked body and rheumatic knees, and decided to spend some family time in it's last days! :P  



- Owing to all these reasons, his continually deteriorating health, resignation of all his reindeer and due to his many other personal problems, Santa ultimately decided to call it a day. If the God has to retire from cricket, so does Santa. Yes, the Grinch finally won. Bad metaphor again.

And you know what, that's it. Several other things loomed up inside my idle head, but it'll be in best interests of everyone that I won't reveal them. :D Thanks for the read, and I can only hope that my ability to write absurd things is still intact!

Last but not the least, I really love Santa Claus, the Christmas celebrations, carols, fruit cakes, wine and everything that compliments Christmas. I respect Christianity, and that's proven because I went to a Church on Christmas. 

This post only means that the little child somewhere inside a 20 (almost 21) year old guy, has to grow up and move on; to start thinking about the things going on around him, apart from the fantasy world that he has lived in so far. 

Also, R.I.P. to my sense of humor, which recently passed away after I wrote this. 



Thursday, November 29, 2012

I wish I could..

Walking through the beautiful fields of gold,
I wonder, why is love so cheaply sold?


I wish I could find enough words to say,
Baby how much I miss you, all night and day.


I wish I could hug you with a feeling so heavenly,
Now that you're gone, I feel so empty and lonely.


How I wish we could dance again in the pouring rain,
The magic in your smile would drive away all my pain.


The moist lips of yours that I could feel after kissing,
Your innocent laughter is what I am badly missing.



I wish I could stay lost in your beautiful eyes,
The worst part of all, was saying the final good bye.


No distance in the world can ever keep us apart,
For come what may, you're always in my heart..




Friday, November 23, 2012

Broken Heart..

As I sit down by the river gazing at the bright star,
Beneath a dense cloud of smoke formed by my cigar..


I wonder, as I look back into my past,
Why forever, does nothing last ?


We swore that we would never leave each other's
side,
Did everything change because of a promise we couldn't abide ?


Like a mighty ship wrecking at the treacherous cove,
We lost miserably, in the undying battle of love..


In the memories of our past, I am now just a wandering stranger,
For no matter what, my love shall remain true forever.. 


Not like a short lived name written in sand,
But like the one written on a solid rock,
Standing alone on a far away land..


Our journey of love has now come to an end,
For finally, we shall have to depart at the next bend..



Friday, September 21, 2012

I Miss those Times !!

I miss those times when I learnt ABC,
And Batman saving Gotham in the comics of D.C.!

I miss those times when I went to the zoo,
When my favorite TV show was Winnie the Pooh!

I miss those times when I wore my Mom's Ring,
That was when Simba was the Lion King!

I miss those times when I didn't know Poker,
And the only villain I knew was the Joker!

I miss those times when I watched a sweet movie,
And a brownie in my mouth that felt so gooey!

I miss those times counting stars in the sky,
And the sole irritation of life was the humming of a fly!

I miss those times when race was between two droplets of rain,
Slipping down a window in the train!

I miss those times when Michael Jackson defined Pop,
When the thugs were killed only in V-Cop!

I miss those times when my first crush gave me a look, 
That was when I first logged into Facebook!

I miss those times when songs were on shuffle,
While having my favorite Dutch Truffle!

I miss those times when love was sweet,
The day that I composed my first tweet!

I miss those times when I kissed the first time,
That's when I knew not, what's Tequila with lime!

I miss those times when I had an event to host,
The time when I wrote my first ever blog-post!


P.S. : This is the first time that I have ever written a poem, so please bear with my non-sense! I promise to be better, now on-wards! :P :D


Thursday, September 20, 2012

The Ramblings of a Lost Soul...

My watch ticks 2:00 on a frosty winter night. I am walking down a lonely road, with my hands comfortably tucked inside my jacket. The absence of wind in the isolated boulevard makes the night even more uncanny. I know I am being followed by someone, someone familiar from my past. I can hear the dead autumn leaves crunching under his feet, and it sends a chill down my spine. My heart starts thumping wildly, expecting the worst. Just as I freeze in my tracks, and slowly turn around to look at that person, everything around me starts to dissolve..


I am only half asleep, with all the lights in my room still lit. My eyes are half shut, but my mind runs like a clockwork, thinking. I try to force my eyes open, feeling groggy. I flap my arms around wildly, searching for my cell phone. I attempt to unlock my phone, focusing hard to remember the last pattern that I had used to protect my privacy. There are 3 signs, telling me that I missed a call, a text and a ping, all before 10:30 p.m. Since how long have I been sleeping? I try to clear my mind and concentrate on the message. I finish reading it. Okay, I had pretty much expected it. I start thinking again, which no longer helps me to endure the situation. I can barely remember anything. I try to focus on the dream that woke me up with such a start.




Was it about the girl sitting 4 seats across me in the train, by the window, with piercingly sharp hazelnut eyes and dark wavy hair that fell so casually over the length of her shoulders? She was eerily beautiful, and her sheer beauty left me in an awe..But wait a minute! That wasn't what happened in my dream; I actually met saw that girl two days back, the very same as I remember now.


For about a month now, nightmarish sleeps have overpowered my usual sound sleeps. Nightmares, fused with gruesome hallucinations. Those which I had all this time, have been far worse and disturbing, than the one that I had described initially. Waking up every morning depressed hearing the screams of the people you love the most, can drive even a saint to lunacy. Creepy as it is, it gets worse when you can't share any of these things with anyone. You are afraid of someone judging you, and then ending up with crappy gossip. When the chips are down, everything starts getting on your nerves.

(Thanks to the most special friend of mine, with whom I could finally open up and share my situation; these nightmares have gradually started to blur!)


I have started living in a state of perpetual Deja Vu. Everywhere I go, it feels like I have already been there before. It's like following an invisible man. Irrationality prevails, like never before. My mind has gone bleary, unable to accept things. Anything.




Then suddenly, it hit me. The dream, on which I was focusing so hard to recollect. A thousand other thoughts start crossing my mind randomly. Meaninglessly. It feels as if my mind has gone into a roller-coaster ride. Everything happens very slowly over a large span of time: The phone calls, the conversations, the fights, the happiness or any other random thing - I am no longer confident whether these things took place in my dreams or if they actually happened in my reality. I sit back in my bed, making myself comfortable and start brooding over things, trying to get to the bottom of my problem. I extract some ideas and draw some pointless conclusions.


Yes, this is what I am going through. It's like, waiting like a lamb in the barn, ready to get slaughtered. I feel lost in my self-directed maze, knowing the way out all the time, but too afraid to find out what's out there, beyond the end of the last passageway. The only possible solution to all this is to muster up the courage and peek into the facts, the reality that awaits me.



Nature always has a subtle way of showing us the back door - the way out of all our miseries. A simple solution to every complications. But, we are always too busy licking the asshole of our problems, and then complaining about how unfair life is. But life is never unfair, for those of us who make the right choice, at the right time. It's not our abilities that define us, it's the choices we make that show what we truly are. But, making the choice needs more than just courage.


I am still in the search of what it takes to make that choice.

Till then, I can just wait and watch. I can be an onlooker. I can see my life tumbling down the hill, but there's absolutely nothing that I can do to stop it...