POOR LITTLE

same mountains again n again?
so he chose to draw them upside down;
colored them purple not brown;
teacher scolded,sticks molded;
accepted the 'zero' with a smile;
his river was bigger then the Nile;
poor little he in shorts;
got beaten up;

every one had a bicycle;
so he broke one of his neighbours;
bad?wrong?fault?no,that wasnt his thing;
it was just the oppurtunity which was tempting;
they complained to mummy;
he made a smiley on his tummy;
but the smiley had no tears;
they were somwhere else;
poor little he in shorts;
got beaten up;

eating noodles,enjoying the intake;
no,why?playing with them,they all looked snakes;
can snakes fly;
he gave it a try;
the bowl went high;
snakes lay dead down;
on tv came a smiling clown;
poor little he in shorts;
got beaten up;

they taught him geometry;
he never came out of circles;
no horizontal,no verticals,
his balloons were brown,mountains were purple;
world refused to accept him;
though he was alone there;
they did their job,entitled him retard;
got no reward,
he looked up in sky;
a cloud was smiling;
and it rained;
poor little he in shorts;
got beaten up;

Good Bye

Here I go, I go to the beginning,
Where it all ends,
As a bride to a beautiful husband,
I go to be forever with my lord,
I know I was naïve when born
And I lack the wisdom to die,
But it isn’t the reason for you to cry,
For I learnt how to live,
I will learn my goodbye.

Celebrations

Ain’t no wind blowing
ain’t no breeze;
as I walk with a broken leg,
with difficult ease…

Life seemed absent on a cold dark road,
no mouse for no cat to catch,
no shadow for no dog to bark,
no smell for no body to loathe,
life seemed absent on a cold dark road.

So for nothingness I did nothing for a while,
and then broke into a wine shop,
deserving pat for my guile.
My shivers cooled the warmth inside,
as whistle blowers warned me to either run or hide.

Picking one random bottle I chose to run single legedly ,
surviving the tremor and pain allegedly,
I ran past the store, ran past the slum,
and prayed to Jesus this bottle be brandy or better be rum,

I stopped near a community dustbin,
Checking the fog coming out but not going in,
Tired I sat on the ground,
Getting my breath back I saw life around,
3 men and a dog blankly gazed me with flair,
Though no one spoke nothing, it was a friendly affair,
Nursing my leg which by now had swollen,
I settled down and I took out the bottle I had stolen,
Bottle made me giggle and I laughed blandly,
As it was neither rum nor brandy.

For no reason, men and the dog joined me in the laughter,
For no reason it started pouring down thereafter,
Five friends enjoyed the occasion,
Five friends began celebrations,
They celebrated for no reasons,
Or perhaps the reason that there was no reason,
Five friends, despite the rain,
Were happy to rotate among themselves,
A bottle of stolen champagne.

Adulterated

Jack and jill,
went up the hill,
to fetch a pail of weed,
jack fell down,
and broke his crown,
jill with no weed,
wasn’t a friend indeed,

so, jill in need,
of some weed,
went to his friend jhony,
whose father was ronny,
so father ronny asked son jhony,
hey jhony,jhony,jhony,
yes papa,
smoking again?
no papa
open your mouth,
jhonny looked at jill.
and they both ran saying
hahaha hahahah hahaha hahaha

They had friend named humpty dumpty,
who sat on a wall,
they asked him to pass the ball,
but he had a great fall,
three scored men, scored a bit more,
but couldn’t put humpty as he was before,


so they went to a baba,
and asked him,
baba black sheep,
baba black sheep,
are you carrying any?
yes son yes son
three bags not many,
one for my master,
one for my dame,
one for the little boy,
who fell from mountain..
one from the hill is our friend jack,
he has sent us to pick the pack,
so baba gave them four,
and they scored more,
they laughed and sang like a clown
London Bridge is falling down,
falling down, falling down..
London bridge is falling down..

THE BOAT

A boat sails quietly, moving into glory,
glory makes us beautiful,
beautiful is the violin,
violin makes me cry,
crying is a child, one who is hungry,
hungry is the river in which there is a boat,
a boat sails quietly, moving into glory..

a bell sounds a prayer,
a prayer is pure,
pure are the friends,
friends are in the pictures,
pictures are from dreams,
dreams are captivating,
captivating is the sound,
the sound comes from the boat,
the boat sails quietly, moving into glory..

papa gifts a car,
car honks a scooter,
a scooter is paddled,
paddles get broken,
broken is an old chair,
chair comes from wood,
wood makes a boat,
a boat sails quietly, moving into glory..

a baby drinks milk,
milk from her mother,
mother is the daddy of all,
all are innocent,
innocent is the smile,
smile is from memory,
memory makes us travel,
travelers are on a boat,
a boat sails quietly, moving into glory..

ace is not always the ace,
ace is sometimes a joker,
a joker plays a guitar,
guitar sings a song,
song sings the notes,
notes are the guide,
guide is a sailor,
sailor was sindabad,
sindabad the sailor,
sailor sails the boat,
boat makes us travel,
travel through the woods,
wood gives a boat,
boat makes a sound,
sound is captivating,
captivating is the picture,
picture is of a boat,
boat is in the river,
river shoulders the weight,
the weight of a boat,
a boat sails quietly, moving in to glory...

The Earthen Pot

My earthen pot is empty, please don’t kick it,
Don’t be angry, let it make the noises and all,
He is hungry; also don’t try to feed it with your stuff,
I will myself bring water to my thing,
Please don’t put your drink in it,
My earthen pot is empty, please don’t kick it.

I don’t have a place to keep it,
It will roll down like this on the road somewhere,
For it is the only way to grow,
It will learn, let it go,
I know it’s a little ugly, a little deshaped,
But that doesn’t mean you have to hate it,
My earthen pot is empty, please don’t kick it.

It was so innocent before, don’t know what has struck him,
Now doesn’t take in any drink pure,
Well who is the culprit?
Me who couldn’t take proper care
Or you who always fed my pot with bad air,
Go away you, and smoke else somewhere,
Addiction is getting to it,
My earthen pot is empty…well let it be.

Oh no, oh no, see what you just did,
Once only I thought of not mentioning it, and you kicked it,
Can’t believe you have broken it into pieces,
Ok deshaped, but it was my earthen pot,
Please pick the pieces carefully, it might hurt him,
Its no longer empty, it’s no longer thirsty,
It’s no longer hungry, it’s no longer, it’s no longer…
I can’t believe he is gone now, I am left all alone,
My pot, my earthen pot is gone,
Don’t stop me, let me cry, let me scream,
I am sorry my pot,I couldn’t feed you,
I am sorry my son,I had to kick you.

I AM A STONE PELTER

Call me whatever, whatever makes you feel cooler or smarter,
I am a stone pelter in Kashmir, an heir of the martyr………..


Welcome to my world, you call it your paradise we call it Kashmir instead,
Welcome to my world, what you see is pink, I see is all red,
What you see is a drop of dew, I see that of a tear,
What you see is silence of peace, I see is fear,
So if stone pelting is ‘attack’ in your sense,
Actually is an art of defense.

Call me whatever, whatever makes you feel cooler or smarter,
I am a stone pelter in Kashmir, an heir of the martyr...

Come visit my land, enjoy its snow, enjoy its mist,
Don’t fear from me, I am from Kashmir but not a terrorist,
I see my pictures being published, my act being taped,
But I also see my sons being killed, my sisters being raped,
Where do I go, whom do I doubt,
For peace in valley, oh man, how loud do I have to shout.

Call me whatever, whatever makes you feel cooler or smarter,
I am a stone pelter in Kashmir, an heir of the martyr...........

Whose building have I bombed, whose fields have I flooded.
But my buildings are bombed and my lands are blooded,
What do u think I throw stones at, with whom do I share this occupation,
No it is not the police nor it is the army, its INDIA the so called nation,
And what more, my act is not one sided, we perform the imbalanced duets,
I throw stones at them and they hit me with bullets...
Today I had no work, so thought of writing this to you,
No it is not just a message, it is a stone fired at you...

Call me whatever, whatever..........

inni and penny

This goes to you inni,
and this goes to you penny,
penny u always hated me i know.,
ini always liked penny somehow,
maybe because she was with her since before,
she gave her cars rides and trips abroad,
but then i loved inni and penny fell further away,
inni loved me back but penny kept coming back from bay,
I and I-N-I rolled like pebbles,
ate flowers slept feahers,
life became beautiful,
and the glass was always half full,
but then some turns have trucks coming,
ini failed me without warning,
cuz she had finaly fallen for penny,
penny won another battle,
made me look like a cattle,
i am sorry ini,
will not have mini,mina and mo together,
but u will have them for sure,
but please teach them no penny is too many,
and please atleast let penny keep loving you,
even if it goes few,

Nine Months

you are there;
inside my womb;
I don't know how you look;
the way they show in the book;
or a tiny tadpole as per the sonogram;
or a round small stone as it feels.

I cant wait for you to come out;
but you will make me wait long;
they keep counting months;
but I count days;
whether it be my diet control(or no control);
or my frequency to the loo;
I keep waiting for you.

now you have grown inside;
still without a face;
ten pair of tiny fingers;
and other tiny organs paddling up the race;
don't panic my baby,hold on, just stick;
as you already do,whenever in need just kick.

the day has arrived,it all looks difficult;
how will you be here,looks occult;
I am nervous honey,I don't know how to do it;
just take care,don't hurt yourself on the way.

FINALLY-

you are here in my arms;
nothing is silent now,nothing looks calm;
sound-sleep nights are gone;
oh I am so glad that you are born;
I check your silk;
and realize you are crying for milk;
I miss my maternity clothes;
I miss 'us' as both;
as I look at those pics;
I realize no one is inside me;
no one moves in,no one kicks!

UNDER THE BRIDGE

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Mumbai is a city of magnified spectrum.If the elements of this city (which
are the parameters scanned under the spectrum) were vectorized then Mumbai would result to a null.


Shaina,a fourteen year girl lives here,somewhere in the city.Who knows where.Despite the fever she will go to work today,because she is hungry.So she puts up her pain behind and moves towards her office. She is standing at the traffic signal waiting for lights to go red so that she can start her work.Her office is the the traffic signal.She is a beggar by profession,and lives near to her office,right under the bridge.


So in sickness she starts her routine,approaches a woman hidden under her sunglasses,stuck between the leather belt and music from the music player of her shiny long new car.Shamelessly Shaina demands money.She looks through the pane with pain,with her lips demanding money and eyes demanding a ride.This is the part she enjoys the most,looking through the glass of various such cars she realizes how life is at the other end,how life is inside a car, how calm things are at the other side,how rich is the fragrance inside (which she can smell with her eyes).She realizes how vectors on the other side of axis behave.


HONK-HONK,light is green,the car is gone carrying her reflection on the shiny door,carrying the image of a vector stuck at the axis which is a mark of separation.Her reflection tries hard to go inside the car,but fails when car stops at the other stop where another Shaina or sunita or vinita or kavita is looking through the axis.


She is hungry,tired and sick,but keeps moving from car to car,auto to auto,and it starts raining,the rain of Mumbai celebrates her hunger with a little drizzle at start and then thunders later.Within an hour whole Mumbai was drenched in rain,and so was she.She was wet from top to bottom,her wet clothes were nothing less then a window to her age,though some men opted for biology instead of mathematics in their head.
Her fever has gone high now,and the shiver is picking its pace,plus the window made winds able.



At last Shaina comes back to her place,where she lives or where she sleeps,the place used by many for a walk,the place used by many for a smoke,the place which is less than a place to many but more than a home for her,the place is under the bridge.To her misery and disappointment she finds her blanket cum mattress wet with water which leaked out of infamous Mumbai drains.Now she is hungry,tired,cold,and with a high fever with no place to sit,no place to sleep,no place to rest.Her hunger is changing to anger,the weak vector is directionless,and it can collapse any moment.There was a sound of thunder,dark clouds getting together and laughing, nature knows it own ways of expressing sarcasm.Then there was a captivating sound from a mosque where a muezzin prayed for wellness of everyone.Between the thunder sound and muezzin's prayers there was a small unheard sound, a sound of a crack, a sound of hunger which came from inside Shaina's stomach. The void was yawning.


She manages to sit on an elevated stone and looks up at the tall building nearby where she can see a lady enjoying a cup of tea and the rains at her balcony,probably she is having a wada pao too,or a bread pakoda,or samosa or even if she is having a muffin,she was having a wada pao or bread-pakoda or samosa.Who knows what was she eating,or even if she was eating anything or not,but in someone's head she surely was eating a wada-pao or a bread pakoda or a samosa.


Shaina utilizes all the energy she is left with to stand up and walk,walk towards the building where the lady is standing at her balcony with wada-pao shaped muffin.She reaches the building and stands right beneath the balcony hoping for the wada -pao to fall down from that lady's hands,hoping for lower floors beneath the balcony to vanish,hoping for her hand to increase in length,hoping against hope,against hope hoping!


There were stairs,there were lifts,lifts were expensive or thought she,stairs were not or thought she.She opted for stairs because she had no money.


The bell rings,the lady with wada-pao opens the door,Shaina stares at her hands,there was no wada-pao,lady asks something,shiana answered nothing,lady again asked something Shaina shiveringly expressed something which the lady could not understand.Lady asks her a last time what she wanted..."kya chaeye?"(what do you want?)... "mala bhook lagle ahe"....."mala bhook lagli ahe" (i am hungry)...lady shuts the door close..Shaina had lost it all,she had almost given up the fight but for last time she again rings the bell.



Door opens,same lady comes out again,again without the "wada-pao",again asking her the same thing,again speaking in the same tone...everything was same except one,Shaina said something else this time "kaahi kaam milnar kay" (Will I get some work?)......"kya" (what?)......."kaahi kaam milnar kay"........this time the lady found it difficult to close the door,something stopped her from ignoring the girl, something made her smile back,she asked her to wait...Shaina waited,with a blank face, with thunders and azaan making perfect music which further decorated her wait with desperation.The lady gets back with a plate of daal-chawal and offers it to Shaina,for whom the only visible thing around was that plate,she forgot everything around her,she stopped feeling everything that she was feeling before,she just felt a snake biting her stomach from inside

.

The moment was very painful for the lady,the moment was best for the girl,the moment made one feel sorry,the moment made one feel happy,the moment made one see the world beyond food and pleasure,the moment made one see pleasure in food,the moment was witness to two opposite feelings,two opposite worlds,two opposite vectors,one lived over the bridge one lived beneath it,one enjoyed the rains with the food,one enjoyed the food with despite the rains.

Who Stole My Shoe

Look at me,
all smart and new,
but who knows who,
stole my shoe,
I have only one left,
that too of my left,
my dear sunlight,
to avoid slipping over dew,
and over moonlight too,
did by any chance you?
stole my shoe?

I limp through,
I kip asking,
who knows who
stole my shoe,
hey miss night,
were not you called a 'day' before,
just to go black
did by any chance you,
stole my shoe

It can be any one under the blue,
who ran with my shoe,
is it the cuckoo,
who made it her nest,
or is it the mushroom,
whose umbrella broke this monsoon,
or is it the glue,
friend of stapler,
who took it along
for her marriage with paper,
baffled as a porcupine,
I asked 9,
excuse me, thats my shoe,
9 said "you buy new,
I was tired of standing on one leg,
and my only leg pained,
you gave base to 1 and arms to 7,
4 just stood twice with 2,
rest rested on there belly,
that is sad and true,
I stole your shoe"

Tears Of Blue

Stay for me there I will not fail,
To meet thee in that hollow vale.
--Exequy on the death of his wife, by Henry King.


Lies there she
eyes closed yet staring
lies there she
so calm, serene
lies there she
inside inside coffin
those roses you make look good
as we flood
your smile shines the wood
I know why you smile
thats a grace from heaven
I know not how to bid goodbye
I know you smile at aloof me
I know not why this early
clock's a circle
I know you know I know no thing
now when you see
I look up and wink
everyday I will
to say no frown please
if I drink
everynight at night
my soul will miss its mate
may be thats the fate
you sleep sound now
I pass nights in wait
yes my weight
I promise I promise
will not bite the pie
will cut down my weight
if you promise to cut down my wait
you request my arrival
and I pray
for time is a circle
mine is a pie away.

Beyond "Hare Krishna ! Hare Rama!"

----------------------------------find me an atheist now




"Main khelega" these were the formal first famous words from his mouth,the meaning is simple "I will play" but it was only after people untied the "main khelega" phrase that they realized what he meant. He meant "I will play long,I will play till the end,I will play till it dawns,till it dusks again,till its summer again,till winters come,till game changes,till era changes,till the time this game exists,till the time I have others to play with,till the time 'time' exists, I WILL PLAY". So who is this guy?Did he play that long?Will he play that long? We will find it out in a short while.


Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar, thats the name lord Vishnu picked up for His last avatar.This avatar was born on 24th April'73(nineteen silent)to rule the planet from 1989.Like Krishna who had magical powers in His flute,which made men,women,animals,plants,insects,wind,fire,rivers,oceans,mountains go majestically crazy,go nonsensically mad with just single stroke of air on His flute.Sachin has been provided with exactly the same powers,his magical flute is his bat.A single stroke of his bat has the same effect on the country,a leg glance,a cover drive,a paddle sweep,occasional pull,a front foot straight drive,a backfoot push,a scoop over third man,and plenty more such strokes have made the country blind followers of his rhythmic shot making.Arjuna was blessed to be closest to Krishna and receive preachings from Him,Krishna guided Arjuna as a father guides a son. Closest to Sachin to receive preachings has to be his son whose name is Arjun. Another of Vishnu's avatar,lord Rama,was denied the crown for fourteen years,Sachin Tendulkar in spite of ruling the planet for a long time got his ultimate crown(The World Cup) after a long wait,and guess what,it was Lanka again.

Vishnu's avatars have been sent time and again to free the world from evils,evils like Ravana,Kansa,Hirnyakashyap.The country has faced numerous problems,wars,epidemics,politics,terror and many more,but there is one thing that makes the country happy,a small man,wet with sweat, takes off his helmet,raises his bat 120 degrees from the ground and the country is happy(it has happened 99 times till date) and as one of great admirer of Sachin, Harsha Bhogle once said "country sleeps well when Sachin scores well".Another great admirer of Sachin Mr. Amitabh Bachchan once said "The day after Sachin scores a hundred even the cashier at the bank gives you cash with a smile".That has been the impact of the man. I am not going to list out his records,his stroke making,his hundreds,his contribution to the game,to the country,to the world,to our lives because listing it would mean my article becomes a small replica of Srimad Bhagawat Geeta.



Many greats have spoken a lot of him,Mathew Hayden once said the he witnessed God in Sachin,Steve Waugh after loosing a match to India said that they did not loose to a team called India but lost a man called Sachin,I do not even have to mention the famous words of Shane Warne,and then Sunil Gavasker spoke with actions,he bend down infront of a jam packed stadium to touch Sachin's feet and take blessings from him.So when all these greats have said and done so much for Sachin,then what a normal fan like me is talking about?Well I don't know how to achieve salvation,just trying my hand at it.

So what am I going to discuss here?Well what do worshipers in temples do, they chant "Hare Krishna ! Hare Rama!".They just sing on and on,clap non stop and keep singing "Hare Krishna ! Hare Rama!".They stand with their hands up,they dance to the music of this magical spell,they forget every thing else in their lives, all they do is just dance.The same happens at the cricket temples,the stadiums,there too worshipers scream "Sachin Sachin" and dance,and celebrate,and enjoy the magic at display.



India won the world cup this year,after 14n years,(you understand the numbers now,don't you?It couldn't have been just 14 years,because no world cup was played in 1997).Like half of the country I too went out on roads to celebrate this feat.What I witnessed was a carnival,there were boys,men,women,older men and women,children everywhere just screaming and dancing,India were the world champions and there were sounds of "India India" and "Sachin Sachin".It was Diwali time,Lord Ram was back after winning over Lankans,Ayodha erupted in celebrations,people were mad,they were crying,laughing,dancing,singing everywhere.It was the time country had an emotional orgasm.

At the start I mentioned how people concluded that Sachin Tendulkar will play forever."Main khelega" were the words of a 16 year old after being hit by a bouncer on his nose.So how can he be always playing?Can this be true?He still gets out, doesn't he? Well then let me tell you one thing,Sachin Tendulkar never gets out,he refuses to bat again after making a mistake.But then what about playing forever? Here I have another thing to mention,ten out of eleven members of Indian cricket team who play for India have Sachin Tendulkar as there idol,they have grown up looking upto him,they want to play like him,so even if Sachin retires from international cricket,he will still be playing,both in the minds of players and the viewers.It is just like there are no Rama and Krishna but we know that they are present,they are listening,they know when we pray and when we don't,so its the same,Sachin will always be playing.I do not doubt that the "Sachin Sachin"chants will ever go,that every next batsmen will be compared to Sachin,that every shot will be matched with Sachin's,that every hundred will only be x hundred away from Sachin's total hundreds,every run that a batsmen scores will be x runs away from Sachins total runs,that every batsmen will always be far away from Sachin Tendulkar.Sachin will always play...
Today on his birthday I wish to thank Sachin for making my life blissful, for making me believe that the God is within, it depends on how one brings Him out.HAPPY BIRTHDAY SACHIN !

Five Salutes

Protects me,feeds me,loves me,made me wise,
I was in her tummy and now in her eyes,
why to give me life she took so many pains,
perhaps only her inerself explains,
only she could hit me,
only she is allowed to berate,
she makes me feel huge,
she makes me feel great,
and then to give me a brother,
I bend down and salute you my mother.



Protects us,makes us feel the freedom,makes us feel strong,
concludes right out of a war fought on wrong,
baggy greens and chest filled with pride,
they walk with a gun on one
and life on the other side,
as the time runs and I grow older,
I want to keep saluting you oh soldier.



One crack,one hit,one shot,
makes the crowd scream out there throat,
as He walks through the pavillion,
cheers,screams,expectations and even god become His pillion,
one weeps when He gets out,
bowlers appeal and here we shout,
He has made infinite records,
in India and abroad,
every time i see a cricket match,i see him,
every time i see a cricket bat, i see him,
every time i think of god,i see him,
to take everything on your shoulders
without a grin
see weeping me,standing and saluting you oh Sachin!



Moves on,takes it turn by turn,
with all the bruises and the burn,
he keeps walking,he keeps talking,
empathy is what we can share,
his life is what we cannot dare,
sometimes he is without eyes,
sometimes he wants to scream but only cries,
sometimes he wants to lift,
but fails to even shift,
without the limbs or without the hands,
he stands out as a fighter,
smiles and makes things lighter,
with so much around he stays stable,
I salute u oh man, and apologize if referred you as disabled.



You had it, I had it, we all had it,
but now its gone and lost,
our eyes can only cheat,
we act tigers when in fleet,
But no one has it,no one will have it,
its an irreversible process,
its says denied acess,
why with all the attempt and tries,
I can not go back and have it in my eyes,
why do I have to look fool and act wise,
he is sleeping,he shouldnt wake up,
shhhhh I will try to keep it mild,
while I stand and salute the innocence of a child..

GOLS OF LIFE

drop drop drop and dry;
up up up above the sky;
round round round and the 'high';
yes yes yes i am high;
going up up above the sky;
dropping dropping feeling dry!


bubbles bubbles bubbles of stone;
stones are everyhwere they all are stones;
some are sculptures,some are structures;
some are the moons,some are destructors;
pebbles are stones,bricks are stones,
you sir,are a stone.i sir am stoned!


in in in and out;
thats what nirvana is about;
shiva shiva shiva lord shiva;hey shiva,boom shiva;
inside i go,shiva awaits,
who is going out when heavens at the gates.


hey brother,i know you friends with max payne;
come roll a joint,i will make you meet Kurt Cobin;


rain rain pour the rain;
cut the crap,cut the greed;
if rain is blood let it bleed;
please stop things mooving round with speed;
give me some seed,you call it whatever,i call it weed.


trust me you innocent creature;
i borrowed this weed from the nature;
so please remove this frown;
trust me i am fine;
i might be falling;
but aint going down.!!

NO DECIBEL

I sit there looking,tied to my chair;
the sense of madness,urgence through the air;
they come thumping and crawling;
tiny little ants come towards me,growling;


I look around and they are everywhere;
millions and billions of them to attack my chair;
I scream loud and out but nobody is listening;
I scream,I cry,I pray this was not happening;


I wonder how as a child I never feared it then,
but is it my karma or the society that has pooled me in;
thanks my countrymen for sleeping in the day;
because your deaf sleep session is making me fall prey;

the billions just keep multiplying;
watching them come towards me is horrifying;
I am thrown on the floor;
closes down the door;
they crawl up my sleeve;
please please leave,oh please leave,leave,leave
ants are all over me,all I see is red;
my clothes are sheets of ants,I know I am dead;
they move further some enter my nose;
some enter my eyes mouth ear,tightening their claws
I rise,I plead,I am down,I bleed;

Time for tears,time to laugh till i faint;
tears are for pain,laugh is for the saint;
bunch of millions are ready,over and inside my body,
lust in their eyes,curtains me behind,
I go down, I go inclined,
then they bite me together in synch
oh you pain giving lord! I wish u were a flink;

My screams go beyond boundaries;
I keep crying on the floor,
my blood is to acompany me,
till I am alive,till I am not thrown out of the door.



----just like me even u didn realise what happened above,
but these lines through which you managed to escape;
was the description of my rape-------

Sounds of Cheeen-Cheeen

“Cheeen-Cheeen-Cheeen-Cheeen”………aaah…wow, what a beautiful day today, bright sunshine, clear calm pristine aesthetic blue sky, cool soothing touchy breeze, all makes it worth being a bird. From the top of this banyan branch everything looks green and gorgeous, the transparent river beneath is tempting, fishes inside are chasing each other describing an act of happiness, and to add to the beauty of all, we all are chirping, though in misalignment, though in disagreement, though in different pitches, though in our own scripted notes, but still making the peaceful sounds of “Cheeen-Cheeen-Cheeen-Cheeen.”
…….“dwhoooommmhff…….” and all of us fly in tandem from our resting branches, we don’t know what this colossal yet privy sound means, but still we react and fly, its as if we are stitched to the occult tyrannies of this loud sound which makes us fly every time…….
We all took off together making rhythmic scenes, and as we were all busy grooming the sky, I saw him, I saw him flying with us on the other side of the flock, I admire him for his divine looks, he is a handsome bird, we have named him Charming, and he is my prince charming, I love him. He knows it too, our small eye-chats are enough (we can’t speak you see, we only make noises, though you can just realize it now, but will soon feel it too) and tonight when we stop at some tree, I will rest in his nest, I will let him know it beyond the eyes, I will make him feel warm, and wonderful…….Amen.
We settled on another green and bushy tree, and I waited for my flock members to put their noses or mandibles inside their feathers and sleep. At the peek time I went to him, we exchanged looks and that was it, it was the signal. He jumped and came close, I jumped and moved further, there was excitement, there was suddenness, and jumping forward went on till there was no room left for further jump, I could hear my heart thumping out of my breast as he opened his feathers completely and stopped my heart in that ‘long by bird standard’ hug. I was inside him, I could feel the warmth, I could feel the protection, I could feel the transition from two to one. Whatever happened further is either impossible to describe or the description is beyond the limits of English alphabet.
After beginning there is end, after war there is peace, after sound there is echo, after night there is day, and after a beautiful night there is a beautiful day. Again I fall victim to limits of English alphabet (and there rearrangements) to let you know what a gem of a morning it was when I saw him sleeping over me, when he saw me noticing him, I wish I could expand the limits and make you believe it, when we woke up next morning, everyone was chirpy and happy, every bird was happy, every leaf, every flower, every dew, every grass, every bush was happily blushing, it wasn’t just us, but looked like the whole world had made out last night.
“…Cheeen-Cheeen-Cheeen-Cheeen”…… “…… dwhoooommmhff…….” and we all fly from our morning branches. Again in tandem, again grooming the sky, but something was different- Charming and me flew as a couple today, first time on the same side of the flock, first time together, it was a special feeling, we did some naughty stuff, touched each other with feathers and blushed our way ahead. As our flock settled on some another tree, we escaped to a nearby TV tower to have some time in privacy.
On the top of a zigzag labyrinth of iron rods, romancing were a couple, and they were very happy, not just because they were together, but because after zero there is one, after one there is two, and after two there is plenty…yes, you are right, I was pregnant.
“ …… dwhoooommmhff…….” and I flew up but he went down, tumbling, rolling and hitting the iron rods beneath, he fell down, showering the grass red with his blood he was screaming in affliction, he was looking at me lying red on the ground, I saw my flock flying away from a distant tree, my angel was down, my Charming was shot by a gun, my Charming was no more, my Charming was dead. Oh please, oh lord please don’t do it, oh my Charming, how do I help you, how do I even make the sounds of “HELP”, I now, fall victim to the limits of bird sounds, you bloody humans, you can do all, you can even make the “help” sounds, you have all the sounds, you have all the powers, you have all the guns, you even have my Charming now, you have all, still you need us, the speechless creatures, you have all, oh you bloody humans…
With enormous pain, affliction, sorrow, emptiness, disgust, anger and a pair of eggs inside me, I flew to catch my flock. Now I am more than stitched to that tyrant colossal sound, but it’s no more a mystery to me, I know whenever on listening to this sound we fly in tandem with happiness and enthusiasm, one of us looses a mate.
I see my Charming in every human now, not all are hunters but rest use our skin on their skin, they all are murderers. Its not just about birds, its about killing of all animals, when humans forget that animals have life too, they kill for numerous reasons, be it a jacket or a coat, for food, for shoes, for blankets, for sweaters, for decoration pieces, for anything and everything, sometimes for fun, sometimes just like that. No one realizes it when buying a product of that sort, infact they doubt the shopkeeper and ask questions like “is it original leather?” But I know you don’t consume such animal products, you don’t even eat a bird for that sake, you are not the killer, you are a good human being, thank you.......... By the way, nice belt..... How much did it cost you? Some bucks or a Charming?

Left Right Left !

-dedicated to my dearest friend.



Gandhiji k teen Bandar. Don’t see, hear or speak bad. Excuse me, what? what did you just say? “Bad”? Well Mr. Gandhi, I think you died before explaining the word “bad”. If anyone can please define it for me, Yes I hear someone screamed it’s the absence of “good”. Well dude I hope you don’t die before explaining the word “good”. Let us give a little break here and think, can we completely define any of the above terms without using the other? Are these terms mutually dependent? Just like light and darkness, heat and cold, god and evil, win and loose, top and bottom, left and right?

No, I am not accusing Gandhiji of telling us an incomplete story, (I can’t match his vision) or even if I am, is it bad? Or even if it is, are you judging? Or even if you are, do I care? {}

But that is the way we are, as children we were told by our mothers that a “bhoot” or “baba ” will eat us if we don’t behave properly or disturb her, we took it as true (just like we took teen Bandar story as complete). But now we know that no such “bhoot” or “baba” will eat us, we are mature now, or should I say mature enough , because mature is another relative term.

In similar case, we take the people, who attacked our country, as bad people; we take them wrong, or evil. Why? Because we are educated enough (don’t forget ‘enough’) to see what is good and what is bad, we think we got the right education (don’t forget ‘right’) which taught us not to kill anyone, so we are allowed to judge. But education is just like Gandhiji’s half told story, as we forget that if we were also born and brought up in those military camps, we would also be doing the same, we would also be killing people, because we are programmed to believe in “babas” and “bhoots”. Of course ‘bhoots’ and ‘babas’ would change.

But that is the way we think, we believe in absolutism, we don’t even try to filter our thoughts, we choose to run, run against time, never realizing that the only absolute thing we depend upon i.e time, is also relative. Yes, “a second” is not always a second old. We all know it, but never realize it.

Ok it might have gone a little boring (don’t forget ‘little’) and redundant. In short; I don’t want you to discover complexity when witnessing simplicity, I don’t want you to discover sorrow when witnessing happiness, I want you to think why autumn is your favorite weather, I want you to see things from the top, learn how not to judge but to analyze, to see both left and right standing either ways.

I think this story is complete and not half told, or is it? Well, you know what to do {]

The Bomber Man

-thoughts of a suicide bomber before exploding.




My chest is chained and is locked,
I am wearing a jacket which I can’t take off,
I see kids playing in the ground,
I see people traveling in the train,
Please, I will result in huge sounds,
Pull down that chain.

I was a poor man whole my life,
But now I will be rich, or at least my wife,
I have been hired in an army, I am a soldier,
I am huge now, with responsibility on my shoulder,
My first stint is now, I know its my last too,
No I am not afraid, its because I know what I am upto,

I don’t want to do this, I know its not right,
But some rules say “right side is the wrong side”,
So, we choose left to avoid collision,
To my right is collision, to my left is explosion.
Let it be, if you can close your eyes,
I can act being wise.

No one knows about my locked jacket,
No one knows I have trigger in my pocket,
I have just kissed my son goodbye,
Who kept holding my finger, as if giving it a try,
Perhaps with money truth will not stay longer,
Perhaps my son will never know his father was a suicide bomber,
What do I do, I am unable to defend the attacker,
I am nothing, just a “lighter holding cracker”

Letter from Arjun

Hi,
My name is Arjun "xyz", I am 12 yrs old and male since birth. One very important thing I would like to mention before we move further,that I am writing this letter from future.
Yes, you are a good "abc" yrs back in time. What? I am in which year? Well, not mentioning the exact time and the exact caste/sirname is my game.

I know what u must be wandering, how can someone write a letter from future? Well my dear GPs (we call our grandparents GPs) answer is with you, I am in future, and getting into technical details would make this letter a sci-fi. I also know you are growing up, chasing me, but take serious advice, don’t grow, nothing has changed over abc years, don’t believe me? Ok just pay attention, over the following facts:
America is still dominating all the countries
Our country leaders are still the same (if I forgot to mention I am in India)
Sachin Tendulkar is still the best batsmen in world
Salman Khan is still single and his movies still rock.
and if by chance you are in 2010, just to tell you nothing happened to Mr. kalmadi!

So, I study in class 5th, and today I had a usual day, but just thought of writing to you, oh I forgot to mention one thing, we still have reservations for various castes and classes.

So I got up this morning, and realized that there was no water in the tap, my dad reminded me that its Thursday today, and our category people do not have the reservations for water on Thursdays.
How stupid am I, it happens every Thursday and then I have to remind my dad that we don’t get newspapers as well on Thursdays .

Then we drove to my school, after stopping at traffic lights, waiting for our category light to go green.
Finally, I reached my school "pqr" minutes late, (yes my game is still on) but thankfully wasn’t punished today, but was made to sit back on the last bench, not as consequence of reaching late, but as a consequence of the reservations. Then an important announcement was made by our Thursday-monitor that tomorrow will be a national holiday for "ijk" caste, I didn’t know what kind of national holiday was that.

I reached home late, due to obvious reasons; our category lights were the lasts to go green, and then these things kept happening throughout the day, I could not play, cartoon channels were blocked, dad also got late coming home, and finally there was power cut.

After having candle lit dinner with my united family, it was time for my homework, and just after the following thing happened I started writing you this letter.

The first question I had to solve was-
1. India is a secular state, True or False?