Monday, 28 September 2015

Alice and Bob

Hey, Alice ! look over there
Look there is something nice
Behind the black curtains
A hidden magnificent beauty lies

Bob, I'm not getting anything
please elaborate it a bit more.
What's that black curtain,
the beauty you are talking about is pure?

Oh Alice, you are nuts
okay! Listen to me closely.
I will explain everything and
you will understand this beauty solely

Alice, Look at those black holes
As dark as black coal
no matter if you try to escape
they will attract your complete soul

Just in between
there is a thin small hump
perfect in shape
unlike mine, it's a fine lump

below that hump
just notice that two petal
delicate and smooth in nature
but the touch of it can melt hard metal

Oh Bob !!!!!!
stop it, I just don't get it
don't make twisted talk
end my agony, tell me, just spit it.

Okay Okay Alice
listen in plain word
but keep it with you
I don't want it to be heard.

Those Blackholes
They are two black eyes
God knows better but
Thousands of secret they hide

That little hump
It's a nose
petals are lips
part of beautiful rose

Most important thing
which has a flair
that black curtain
Oh ... sorry not curtains but  hair
which hide this beauty carefully
everything is just amazing, I swear !!!










What are you doing in my Nightmares ?

Yesterday I had a dream
a strange dream
It seemed to tell me something
but now I wonder what?
It wanted me to prepare myself
but still no clue for what?

I never had such dream before
So weird and terrifying
Full of hate and agony
Brimmed with darkness and pain
So dull and lifeless dream

This dream took me somewhere
Somewhere I never had been before
A withered place, completely hostile
It was alien to me
I don’t know what does it all mean ?

Everything there was withered
Clouds were roaring at fullest
Wind was rushing to somewhere
Every twig was shaking
Everything just strange
Seriously beyond my thoughts range

But wait
In that commotion
I saw two shadows
Dark aggressive and compact
flooded with terror
one of them was a boy
another one was a girl

One of them was loud like hell
chanting at high pitch
its over! It's over! It's over!

Those three words didn’t make any sense
but I kept listening
She was shouting aimlessly
Words were shattering the poor lad’s soul
Stabbing his body ruthlessly

He cried
He begged
but the poor chap
His words had no effect on lady
She was blinded with vanity
Failed to see another side

Time was flying
both of them were arguing
and finally
it came to end with parting words


But I was curious to know
Who were they, Why am I dreaming about them
I stepped forward and got closer
Looked at two and lost my sense


What I saw was bolt from blue
Only thing came out of me was

“No god please, Oh my god please, Don’t do this”

How can it be possible
Two shadows which got separated were my girl and me

God, what is this all about?
what do you want to say?
We are doing great but
why do you want to end it this way?

Fighting with my own demons
I woke up and cried
now I'm not dreaming but still this thought haunting me
the thought of separating from her is putting me on fire

I don’t know why I dreamed it
I never had one like this before and never want to have one in future.

Sunday, 27 September 2015

Work in old age is Choice or Obligation ?

                

“Bhaiya Pani Lado”
After devouring spicy food , All i wanted was a glass of water .To calm down the fire being set up by the spices,i just kind of  shouted those three words but what happened next shooked me for quite a long time and rendered me speechless with one question constantly hitting my mind then and even now which is not yet answered to the satisfaction neither by me nor by the people around.

Nowadays I guess we all need a break from the moribund city life to breathe in some
moment of everlasting peace and boundless beauty. We all work and it's good to join the “Working” club but sometimes overworking gets on nerves and starts eating up your life. I guess we were victim of the same parasite therefore to get the seclusion from work we went to one of the nature’s abode “Coorg”

Exhausted and all drained, We reached the landing-place after eight hours of journey. Pangs of hunger forced us to rush into the restaurant then seeking shelter to recreate our lost energy and there  we ordered like a famished kid and ate like a hungry wolf .While some of us were burping, some were burning from inside because of the spices they added to the food and to bring down this fire, i asked for water or i should say out of little tune i shouted for water. After a while, A lady more than sixty year old came and stood by my side with a water jug in her hands ( I guess to calm down not my thirst but the anger-tune with which i demanded water).

I guess her very presence shut off everything running inside me and water was the one last thing i could think of at that time .After pouring water she left and we began talking.

friend 1 :- I wonder, Why does she has to work in this age ?
me :- Simple she has no one else to take care of her. Just to make both ends meet she is working.
friend 2 :- It might be possible that she just work for her own reasons which might not be money always?
friend 1 :- What can be the reason behind working other than earning money to live.
friend 2 :- It's not always money, some people work for keeping their body healthy. Some are so workaholics that they can't sit idle.
me :- I don't think anybody will work in his/her 60s for fun or sake of good health. At Least i will not do it.
friend 2 :- My grandpa has crossed his 70s and still work. He travels everyday almost 60km. In his own words “ I’ll fall sick if i sit on bed and stop doing everything ”.

and this discussion kept on going for a while.

But while coming back from one hell of a trip , one question struck me hard with the fragile image of that old lady wrapped in shabby saree .She was there with pretended smile, her eyes were gleaming but the glare was not coming from within. Her hands were constantly moving but they were not strong enough to bear the heavy load of dishes on tables. Veins were popping out of her hand’s lean muscles. I know she is working there because of her own choice but her frail body was yelling completely different story. God knows why is  she into this business but i’m sure her reasons must be painful and shattering .

I still don't  understand the existent of this thing in the society.On one side my friend’s grandfather is working in his 70’s just to remain fit and on the other side this woman is working to earn one time bread. Just like them there are many others who are trapped in this tough world. 
Work in Old age is Choice or Obligation ?” , this question still itches in my mind and i couldn't stumble upon the perfect answer yet. I mean if it's a choice then what's the force that drives them crazy enough to discount all the leisure and comforts which they can get from their peers and encourage them to tread the path which requires strength and if it's a obligation then why is it so ? why nobody’s doing anything to remove such commitments from the world.
I still don't get it but i will always be curious to know the answer .  

Friday, 25 September 2015

I was fooled Again

I waited endlessly
for the sun to shine bright
My eyes were open
to witness its first light

Couldn’t sleep for a second
Kept thinking about it
Didn't want to miss anything
So woke up whole night

What will i do ?
When tomorrow, Sun will smile
Made plans whole night
to make those moments mine

But
It wasn’t like what i thought
I was fool who trusted the sun
and tried to chase something
Who was already on the run

And
I was fooled again
My wait didn't end up
It rained whole day and
Sun just didn’t show up

Thursday, 17 September 2015

17th September 2015

                                           "Ganpati Bappa Morya"

Yes, you people are right , the festival season is around and this time I am gonna write about the notorious but extremely intelligent God in Hindu mythology, Lord Ganesha and his day Ganesh Chaturthi . It is among  the numerous festivals which are being celebrated by millions of Indians throughout the year with utmost devotion and holiness. But, this time I want to ask one simple question which demands to be answered by the readers if not here in comments then, at least to your inner voice. So here it goes ....

Once in a while , lazy lads like me take a break from our so called busy life ( we all know where we spend most of our time :) :P) and  show reverence and adoration for our deity. So, today was one such night . On the auspicious occasion of Ganesh Chaturthi , I along with my friends decided to visit a nearby temple ( to seek forgiveness for all our past sins, apparently).

Just like any other festival , the temple authority had left no stone unturned to make the place look like heaven on earth. It was looking completely different from any usual day. Flower decoration had enhanced its beauty by leaps and bounds, tiny light bulbs on the walls and corners  were dazzling like fireflies , millions of them at the same place emitting incandescent light. The marvellous efforts of the Temple authority earned great appreciation from almost every devotee present.



Lost in the serenity of the place , one thing which hit me hard was the long queue outside the temple which, at least some of us who had been to the temple on any festival in the past, were quite aware of . Since there was no shortcut or turning back to home , my friends and I decided to join the queue. Just like everyone around, we all started talking and deliberating on random stuff. My ears were buzzing with sounds from all directions . People were talking about everything but Ganesh Chaturthi or any healthy stuff related to the festival . Everyone was laughing , busy in conveying stories of what their neighbours had done the previous day or their office colleague had done to his wife and what not. But, nobody would try to keep the piousness of the place intact and enjoy the ambience around. Praying was the one last thing everybody around me was thinking about at the moment .


After the fatiguing wait of half an hour or so, we got to step inside the main "Dwaar" and I noticed everybody taking out their cameras or phones. My friends also started clicking pics of everything they found good enough to showcase their photography skills. Since we all want to get hundreds of likes on our facebook and Instagram pictures, therefore  nobody wants to miss this opportunity . Not everyday temples glitter like stars and idols dress up with ornaments and dresses so endearing and mesmerising.


And I, being a little god-fearing and stereotyped guy in the crowd tried to convince my friends to stop taking pics and put their cameras back in the pockets, thankfully they did it without arguing. Few steps ahead, we reached the place where the gigantic idol of Lord Ganesha was placed. We were spellbound the moment we saw the colossal image. Dressed up with shimmering clothes, loaded with jewels from head to toe, surrounded by flowers which were making the entire place smell like heaven. It was inexplicable.

I closed my eyes and started demanding certain things and requesting to forgive me for all the bad deeds I did intentionally or unintentionally ( rather than thanking what we have got, we start asking for more which I believe is a human nature, nothing to be ashamed of ).  While praying, I heard a voice of the woman standing right behind me saying to another person "Oye SELFIE Lele" (take a selfie ).

What the hell man, you are in a temple right before the God who is meant to worshipped today and what you are asking for ........ Girl, you are more interested in selfie ........ I opened my eyes and saw a heartbreaking scene around me. More than half of the people were busy in taking pictures than praying and I was stunned at the scene. I asked myself ....." dude, you stopped your friends but how could you stop everyone else here ... what difference did you bring by making your friends stop clicking pictures, many more are still doing same".

I'm not saying that I'm some saint or a guy who is rich in values and morals. All I'm trying to imply here is one simple thing "This isn't what defines us " and now I want to ask you people "What are we doing, what are we really up to, where have all our values gone, Is taking a picture more important than praying or self-introspecting for few seconds, what are we gonna make just by getting 100 likes on facebook" .

It's not just today but everyday we do so many things that reflect how shallow our values have become now. These superficial things are taking over the whole world. Earlier we used to capture moments to cherish them in future but now we click them to flaunt our talent and get some false pleasantries.

       Once in a blue moon we thought of praying and that too we wasted in clicking Pictures.