Falling from grace


Adrenalin oozed out. Outraged rants bombarded news channels and newspapers screamed of heartache and anguish. The Mumbai attacks cut open urban India and has exposed flesh bones et al. Everybody whether directly affected or just witnessing the event on the other side of the TV were talking about the territorial and emotional assault on the financial nerve center. All was loud and bright until the dazzle of elections weakened the wick of the candle.

Indeed, couple of months back our tricolour nation took to streets, soul-stirring sms, e-mails and online petitions driving you to play your part and do your bit that you can to make the world a better place to live in. The cream of the crop found their activist voices that apparently fizzed out in a while. And now we're all back to work. The epidemic that everyone was down with soon wiped every essence of its presence. Looks like the movie Ghajini talk about a commonplace disorder…short-term memory loss. For the state of memory of the aam junta is not really different from what the protagonist in the movie suffered from.

Catastrophes like these wake people up from their deep slumber that in turn tries to wake the authorities up. When the terror gun was pointed at Aamchi Mumbai muddled administration of the city and the country as whole raised its ugly head followed by R. R. Patil being replaced by Chhagan Bhujbal as deputy chief minister of Maharashtra. Well, did we forget that he is the same man who was made to resign five years ago after his name cropped up in the Telgi scam? Well. Like I said, short-term memory loss. If 2 years later, god forbid if there is another bomb blast he will resign and a Vilas Rao will be pulled out of the woodwork since public memory would have cooled off by then and his current incompetence would be a haze.

You don’t know how it feels until you are on the other side of the gun and India has been on this tin edgy end more than once. We are definitely under the weather, but we cannot overlook the importance of making things better and breathing cleaner air. Well we have already started a battle, a battle of words… everybody from Mahesh Bhatt to Barkha Dutt to my paperboy have an opinion that goes to the emotional crest. We have Simi Garewal pointing out the brilliance of George Bush's strategy of attack and we should do the same. She even directed our attention to those jhuggis who are displaying green coloured flags.Mukhtar Abbas Naqvi pointed to lipstick painted and powder dabbed faces at candle lit vigils calling them no less than terrorists. Shobha De retorted by saying she is proud of her lipstick and powder and a lifestyle, honestly earned and enjoyed. The policy is if you do not throw a bouquet at me expect a brickbat. It's amazing how quickly we turn the venom on each other at a time of crisis.

Somebody said the crisis has brought India closer together and established us as united, sensitive and humane? Is it or we are back we are. Going about our own affairs and minding our respective businesses slipping into the non-clinical Alzheimer living in our glass cubes where we can definitely see each other but not touch and feel others.

Youngsters said they don’t want a movie about their grief and pain on the glorified 70mm. But will the coming generation remember and feel what we all went through as a collective nation on the ill-fated day? Were there no movies like Buniyaad, Garam Hawa, Gadar, Earth, Pinjar would be able live the pain, grief and anguish what the generation before experienced? It is art, paintings, literature, poetry and cinema that keep something in public consciousness alive. To have awakened somebody you constantly need to stir him.

The my-outrage-is-better-than-your-outrage-and –my-pain-is-deeper-than- your-pain-& -my-grief-is-of-the-greatest-magnitude-&- we-are-holier-than-thou attitude does not work.
So please don't turn a deaf ear. You really matter even if your effort is a drop in the ocean. Especially if you are the one who sends me the millionth SMS or email or facebook invite asking me to wake up. Remember you have to be awake to wake others up.

Hey Soulmate…

Isn’t a lot already been written, said and read?
But my prose is yet to edify a path not tread.
My lyrics will unveil a tale unfold,
To reveal shades unseen and feelings untold.

Can you but conquer a language just by making a few words your own?
Or simply douse your hand to gauge the depth of the mighty ocean that the earths adorn…
Love is breathing life into gestured emotions that mere words fail to evince
Its Not bottling emotions within or giving the words a mince

Experiencing the joy of my Soulmate walking by
Even when the clock threats to run and minutes simply fly
Unearthing the latent virtues and those deep embryonic sighs.
Lifting our conjoined wings to reach enthralling highs.

Trying to Capture the tempest that jogs into a dervish whirl
Strings of my heart that I pull and hurl
Having found you my search ends but journey continues
A soulful lilt planted in my step as each moment renews…

~ Soulmate (Solemate)

MY WAY

I've just seen a few springs in my life
but have traveled many roads.
And not ones that were beaten and rife
But treading the path and choosing my way.

Regrets and remorse… yes I've had a few, who doesn’t?
but I still walked my way strong
Taking every defeat in my stride
Still walking the path with all the plume and pride

I bit more than I could chew
Asked questions whose answers I always knew
I have nursed a broken heart
Embraced pain when I had to reluctantly depart

I have run into the strangest of by lanes
and yet managed to find my way
There were times when I screeched at the tiniest of doubt
And then actually fought it all out.

I've it laughed till I cried
I have shed copious tears till I managed to pull a smile,
I've strangely loved and lost
And lost and found the same love again

I have been there done that,
and landed up right there back again
Tried to run away from myself the most but in vain
And always ended up bumping into me…yes again!

Jumped the tallest mountain falling to the zilch
and yet climbed it back again.
The blows and scars say it all
Bearing witness to the journey I have had.

The curtains are yet to fall
The tree is yet to shed its leaves
The stream is yet to bury its head in the rivers’s lap
Until then..I have time to live my dreams…

Live it all My Way~~~~

THIS IS ONE OF MY POETIC CREATIONS:

WHAT WAS WEAVED BY GOD AS A FAIRY TALE... ALL OF A SUDDEN STARTED LOOKING SO PALE...

WHAT WAS VIEWED AS A PRECIOUS GIFT FROM THE LORD...WAS RUINED BY THE WRATH OF THE CRUELTY’S SWORD

THE LITTLE GIRL FELT SHE WOULD BE SHATTERED IN THIS WORLD WHERE KINDNESS HARDLY MATTERED...

THEN GOD CALLED "LOVE" HER PRETTY NAME...
TO LOVE ALL MANKIND BECAME HER AIM...

AND THE GIRL STEPPED INTO THE WORLD...
WITH A FATIH WHICH SHE WOULD TIGHTLY HOLD

TO TOUCH EVERY GLOOMY HEART...
AND WASH HATRED OUT....

AND LET THE STREAM OF LOVE ABUNDANTLY FLOW
AND RELEASE SMILES LIKE FLUTTERING BUTTERFLIES TO SET EVERY HEART AGLOW.

Life and I are having a love affair...
I am so much I so much in love with love life that at times I just cannot contain my love for it. The more I love and care for it, the more it loves me back …I want to give a warm hug to life, clinch it in my arms and get lost in its embrace...where I don't need anyone else. Its hug envelopes and shields me from the rest of the world. I wanna make love to life with such zeal and passion that I feel that we aren't 2 separate entities but one...One belongs to and is a part of the other. Sometimes, just like a real life lover, it adopts a motherly and caring nature and fills the journey of my being to its destination with vibrant colours.
But the roller-coaster ride that it is, there are times when Life's cold-bloodedness befuddles me... and I'm at my wit's end figuring out what have I done to deserve this?

Like a real good girlfriend, I don't bring things up till Life doesn't wanna answer my questions on it's own... and in its own ways and manners.
You know what…Life pampers me, understands my deepest driving needs when we just sit together taking trips down the nadirs of the relationship that we have shared, it realises it has hurt me. We try to reason things out… it tries to assuage my pain and explains itself to me… ‘that cliched’-everything-happens for a reason-to me. And I am happy again.

Can I get luckier than this… To be in love with someone who loves me back with the same madness, ardent passion, intensity and whirlpool of emotions…reaching the summits of loving and giving till it is humanly possible? Sometimes my LOVE steps into this role of being a philosopher and guide sort of a thing… giving a patient ear to whatever I have to say.

Life......my lover, my teacher, my guide, my mentor, my love...all rolled into one... :-)

THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS

1. Hot Water Shower
2. Poems
3. Peeling off fevicol residue from my hands long after I have used it
4. Little girls with long hair
5. Mountain peaks and Abyss
6. Old Photo albums
7. Editorial page on Times Of India
8. Crisp feel of the morning newspaper
9. Questions in exam that I have just studied a night before
10. My nose-ring
11. Rooh afzaa
12. The 1st drizzle
13. Book-marks
14. Pitter patterns of the raindrops
15. An unexpected phone call which runs for hours
16. Instrumental Music
17. Chai in an earthen pot

18. Reading
19. Day-dreaming
20. Moon night
21. Creative Power Point presentations
22. Finding money in my jeans which I had forgotten
23. Sleeping in class
24. Seeing "1 New Message”
25. Bitter Chocolates
26. Listening to inspiring speeches
27. Finding what i'm looking on Wikipedia or Google
28. Quotable Quotes
29. Genuine people
30. Star gazing
31. Henna
32. My scooty… it has taken me places
34. Receiving appreciations
35. Watching the incense stick burn
36. Intellectual conversations
37. Eating sweet pearl like homeopathy pills
38. Romance
39. Meeting old friends
40. Sunrise
41. Smell of hot coffee
42. Honest confessions
43. Arriving at places on time
44. Bursting bubble sheets
45. My birthday
46. Jagjeet Singh
47. Vanilla ice-cream with hot chocolate sauce
48. Fairy tales
49. Scrabble
50. Readers Digest
51. Black and white photos
52. Solitude
53. Creative writing
54. Drawing smileys
55. Scribbling couplets on the last page of my book

A little bit more about me...

I love being close to nature. I find selfish pleasure in reading. i hate pretext and plastic smiles. Love genuine and straightforward people. i am sensitive by nature and very emotional. i am determined and at times act a lil stubborn...which is a typical taurian trait. i truly believe in living life like a tree...towering to the skies yet feet being firmly rooted to the ground...*These are a few things tat i believe in...
-M gonna Build castles of Faith and Hope and live Inside forever
-I dnt hav a religion...-HUMANITY is wht i practice n preach!
-I hate hypocrites

* I have learned that...
-When I took the leap, I had faith I would find a net; instead I learned I could fly...
- I hear voices...(i'm d voice)
-Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference-Pursue your dreams.... it’s about being you in a zillion faces.
-Nobody in this world (unless they are willingly malicious) is wrong or right.
-Everyone, from where they stand, is correct in their viewpoint. Make allowances for other's opinions. Reposition yourself, with each learning.
-And finally I’ve realised God is always with those who luv him & walk on the rite path of life.....Believing in him, , talking to him and confessing and repenting on ones mistakes get’s u closer to him than ever b4...