That time of the year,
when the figure changes,
when I see new sprouts around the ear,
has come again.
come again with the collage ,
Let me open the trunk.
memories, beautiful, ugly, breathtaking,
Heartbreaking, joyrides, painful & bountiful.
Since i have come in the 30's ranges,
I can hardly remember I used to be a punk,
"Move on man",
Yes i will.
Searches at the twillight,
Once again , I am robbed in exile,
Emeralds, cut glasses, scandals,
Video tapes & lies,
Cut them out.
I want to drink the arabian sea,
piss it on the candles,
Don't feel like blowing them off,
may not have too much of breath,
I am left breathless,
Frozen heart,
cold start,
warm summer night,
from the endless mush,
I wanna see respite.
kalyan, I wanna be the night hawk,
cold but not sullen.
I wanna make myself invisible,
Though I know how to make myself gigantic,
Do not know how to turn small.
Too many many memories of yore,
I forgot,
I turn thirty four.
"You are not sincere,You are a mistake that's not dear",
It lends credence to my fears,
Spinach, Garlic, food and loads of lies,
This is how time flies.
will sleep on the beach this time,
Moon will turn into a woman's face,
Will say the grace,
Eat some paav ,
come home and stare through the night,
from this pain
I may get some respite.
Time to shut the door
as I turn thirty four.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Come again
You know me too well,
I hate you,
rather hate calling your name,
It hurts
Why did you call me?
You know my price. It
never changes, I still look for that smile.
Death of
me will give you life
& free you from a vile
fate.
You can caress the demon,
slay him
it is getting late.
If I could see you again
& talk with you,
walk a short while in your company,
and drink the heady brew
of your smell long with the smile,
I thought
to rescue a soul already
ruined. To achieve respite.
Going to God or the pub,
exactly the same,
It's a quick fix.
I mean you want me to come,
with you to the lord?
To plunder green gold
on a pirate raid & bring
to camp the glory of old.
My mind created both,
Gun and religion,
purpose?
to protect my interests!
Use one of them and protect yours.
Come again, come again into the swirl
Did i forget to add 'love' to the list of creation?
Add it sweetheart.
Come again, come again,
Distant voices from the yore.
I hate you,
rather hate calling your name,
It hurts
Why did you call me?
You know my price. It
never changes, I still look for that smile.
Death of
me will give you life
& free you from a vile
fate.
You can caress the demon,
slay him
it is getting late.
If I could see you again
& talk with you,
walk a short while in your company,
and drink the heady brew
of your smell long with the smile,
I thought
to rescue a soul already
ruined. To achieve respite.
Going to God or the pub,
exactly the same,
It's a quick fix.
I mean you want me to come,
with you to the lord?
To plunder green gold
on a pirate raid & bring
to camp the glory of old.
My mind created both,
Gun and religion,
purpose?
to protect my interests!
Use one of them and protect yours.
Come again, come again into the swirl
Did i forget to add 'love' to the list of creation?
Add it sweetheart.
Come again, come again,
Distant voices from the yore.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
what?
What has befallen the race of men? Why is it that words like integrity and honesty are sitting wounded in a secluded corner of some shady bar. Where is that famed moralistic Sanatan outlook. We were supposed to be harbingers of rational thought and move into spiritual plane. Why truth resembles a woman violated, a man crestfallen. Now the question can be, why am I too bothered about all this?
I walk over but again both of them look at me as if an alcoholic looks at a drunkard spilling a few ounce of scotch. I guess, they look for new identity, brand makeover. Why have they become a pariah? Even a pedophile has more friends , pimp more clients and liars more women. Have I ever bothered about them myself? Let me think, I have used them selectively and as per my definitions. Oh here she comes , bringing moonlight in the night, Let me bask in her glow tonight.
“will you help us? Spare us a thought, will you? We have been humped in , bumped in, cars, hotels, Motels and bars.”
I can not spare you a thought but let me spare some to myself. Why do I hear you too often? Is it because I analyse life too much, don’t exhibit my emotions because of the fear of getting hurt? Do I sometimes meet the real me? Yes I do. I let myself be known but who read me? I refuse to meet myself because I don’t want to loose again.
Let me spare a thought. Isn’t integrity linked to being me? Isn’t honesty a part of our upbringing?
People walk around today calling everyone their best friend. The term doesn't have any real meaning anymore. Mere acquaintances are lavished with hugs and kisses upon a second or at most third meeting, birthday cards get passed around offices so everybody can scribble a snippet of sentimentality for a colleague they barely met, and everyone just loves everyone. As a result when you tell somebody you love them today, it isn't much heard. I love you Kalyan, you are my best friend. I can't imagine going through life without you as my best friend. " I'm not going to kiss you however."
Love has passed the shores and I am contend with never having to say these 3 words to anyone in the world again. I said them already and this is my tribute to you too both – Honesty & integrity.Do i like being me? best, leave it hanging.
I walk over but again both of them look at me as if an alcoholic looks at a drunkard spilling a few ounce of scotch. I guess, they look for new identity, brand makeover. Why have they become a pariah? Even a pedophile has more friends , pimp more clients and liars more women. Have I ever bothered about them myself? Let me think, I have used them selectively and as per my definitions. Oh here she comes , bringing moonlight in the night, Let me bask in her glow tonight.
“will you help us? Spare us a thought, will you? We have been humped in , bumped in, cars, hotels, Motels and bars.”
I can not spare you a thought but let me spare some to myself. Why do I hear you too often? Is it because I analyse life too much, don’t exhibit my emotions because of the fear of getting hurt? Do I sometimes meet the real me? Yes I do. I let myself be known but who read me? I refuse to meet myself because I don’t want to loose again.
Let me spare a thought. Isn’t integrity linked to being me? Isn’t honesty a part of our upbringing?
People walk around today calling everyone their best friend. The term doesn't have any real meaning anymore. Mere acquaintances are lavished with hugs and kisses upon a second or at most third meeting, birthday cards get passed around offices so everybody can scribble a snippet of sentimentality for a colleague they barely met, and everyone just loves everyone. As a result when you tell somebody you love them today, it isn't much heard. I love you Kalyan, you are my best friend. I can't imagine going through life without you as my best friend. " I'm not going to kiss you however."
Love has passed the shores and I am contend with never having to say these 3 words to anyone in the world again. I said them already and this is my tribute to you too both – Honesty & integrity.Do i like being me? best, leave it hanging.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Drunken ramlings
As I look back
over my life,
I am struck by post cards
ruined snaps shots
faded posters of a time I can't recall.
I am a lier
I am told really,
snake in a glen
son of a military man.
Tested teachers in school
found maths very cool,
unlike kids my age,
was given a desk in the corner,
smartest kid around or fool?
well night was, what night shd be,
a girl, glass of wine,
went along dine.
"got a rubber?
can't get it up!
You are in love,
go, be with her"
love has poisoned my soul,
some tired future,
can't get off the disease,
Me, greatest cannibal of all,
Dig, bury me alive in a hole.
Remove my glass
from this hall of mirrors,
may land up breaking all,
you look like her,
I mean how could you
when no one ever did,
let me draw you,
on paper, not nigh,
Saw you driving other day,
new car, new life at speed a little high.
"Book a ticket, get back to her city, I am not what you seek."
Niether am I!
Living life in cruel bindings,
reading love only in school books,
The pimp!
my wallet, butterfly , shutter bugs & posers,
Stories, cravings, sufferance and the loosers.
Night is what night should be,
A girl, glass of wine.
can't wait for the room,
park, secluded, dark,
hide and seek, fear, tears and punishment,
runaway at twenty,
Who am I?
looser, warrior, traveller,
in my mind words plenty!
"can't get it up".
drunken brawls,
night crawls,
lumbering slowly through the darkness,
Sun is so big and red,
like the lips,
night was what a night should be,
A girl, glass of wine.
What if the guests return?
you will be asked to go,
midnight alleys roam,
"you are my friend, I will welcome you home."
butterfly, shutter bugs, pimp and my wallet,
Well night was a night should be,
A girl, glass of wine.
over my life,
I am struck by post cards
ruined snaps shots
faded posters of a time I can't recall.
I am a lier
I am told really,
snake in a glen
son of a military man.
Tested teachers in school
found maths very cool,
unlike kids my age,
was given a desk in the corner,
smartest kid around or fool?
well night was, what night shd be,
a girl, glass of wine,
went along dine.
"got a rubber?
can't get it up!
You are in love,
go, be with her"
love has poisoned my soul,
some tired future,
can't get off the disease,
Me, greatest cannibal of all,
Dig, bury me alive in a hole.
Remove my glass
from this hall of mirrors,
may land up breaking all,
you look like her,
I mean how could you
when no one ever did,
let me draw you,
on paper, not nigh,
Saw you driving other day,
new car, new life at speed a little high.
"Book a ticket, get back to her city, I am not what you seek."
Niether am I!
Living life in cruel bindings,
reading love only in school books,
The pimp!
my wallet, butterfly , shutter bugs & posers,
Stories, cravings, sufferance and the loosers.
Night is what night should be,
A girl, glass of wine.
can't wait for the room,
park, secluded, dark,
hide and seek, fear, tears and punishment,
runaway at twenty,
Who am I?
looser, warrior, traveller,
in my mind words plenty!
"can't get it up".
drunken brawls,
night crawls,
lumbering slowly through the darkness,
Sun is so big and red,
like the lips,
night was what a night should be,
A girl, glass of wine.
What if the guests return?
you will be asked to go,
midnight alleys roam,
"you are my friend, I will welcome you home."
butterfly, shutter bugs, pimp and my wallet,
Well night was a night should be,
A girl, glass of wine.
Who inherits the earth?
Untrampled footsteps
Borderline dreams
Occasions for sinners
Alive if it seems
Given to wander
Alone at the shore
Wanton to whisper
I am no more
No, I am not committing suicide but according to some, I am going through a slow death. Moot question is, aren’t all of us dying every moment? Some say why see the negative side of the things,” We are alive and it is beautiful, accept it and enjoy the life in all it’s beauty. Do what you want, take what you want, snatch it.”
This brings me to the fundamental question and I see it unresolved for centuries because the polarity it creates in philosophical thought and in some ways gender thoughts re also driven by it. Eastern Philosophy of ‘Tyag’, ‘Bairag’ and the western philosophy( rather modern ) Power centric. However the fundamental question still remains, Who inherits the earth? I have trying to answer this question through the perspective of three hypothetical characters. Let me start
ME
This is something that has been pricking my mind like a thorn for some days and I am going about my daily chores as always but there is no respite from the pain. Somehow the pain works even while I am asleep. I see the same daylight but it has lost the sheen, radiance. What has happened? What has come to cast a shadow over the moon of my life. I have become so sensistive that the hypocricy of the sorrow that has been masquerading as joy in my heart for all these years, now is tearing me apart and the deepening sense of shame and anguish is no longer hidden, although it tries desparately to take cover. My heart can fathom and see things unperceived so far.
Till the last day of my life, reality will extract with interest every paise that I have invested in the illusions these one and half years of my life. Coming back to the question we started with, What can I achieve by force or pride? Perhaps time has come to accept and bow my head and say that I lack certain qualities, perhaps I do not have that quality of expressing my love in normally accepted ways, appearing to be dominating them all the time, of the world and what women look for most in men. But does this firmness and ruthlessness to achive your desires mean one can unhesitatingly stamp other’s under his/her feet? What is this firmness? Whim or boast of a sick mind , What? Unworthy, undeserving, contemptible, I may be but isn’t love all about loving you for unworthiness. What’s the big deal loving somebody for qualities, Love is all about loving somebody for the inadequacies as my friend Jay puts it.
I wanted to open her mind to possibilities of thoughts and knowledge of the profession she had chosen. I pushed hard sometimes rudely so to jolt her and learn, not fall, grow as a person more balanced emotionally as well as professionally. She is a creature bound by the trappings of imaginary limits she has put on herself and starts admiring and falling into wrong hands any average mind who can glib talk. I wanted her to understand her own strength and love me for the reason I wanted to be loved for.I have always seen men(not in gender terms)as proud,clean, wise and the one's who can rise above their own prejudices to create their own future. I always wonder did the Love I was getting spring from the depths of her heart or it was some fixed ration everyday like the municipal tap water.
B
Am rather was I greedy? Was I aspiring for more than what I got? No, I was just a lover, I wanted a ‘B’ loving me from the strngth of her understanding of me and the world. I had really thought of one thing then – If I wanted to see somebody as free as herself then I would have to lay aside all my claims on her. This disturbed her a lot and she took as alienation. Till today ‘B’ has never understood one aspect of me, I have always considered use of force and deceit as a kind of weakness. The person who is weak does not have the courage to judge fairly, he tries to achieve quick results by unfair means. B does not have the faith in patience. She wanted to run away and stay. My honour never permitted me. Till the time I was wild and arrogant she cried for respect and yearned for my company. When I domesticated, she is gone.
I guess she wanted the fierce, even unjust, wild streak in men. She yearned as much to be terrorized by man as to respect him. I always thought that by enetering a bigger space she would learn to look at the world from a larger perspective and become free of her obsession of domination. However now I realize it is part of her nature. She loves the perverse from within. She wants to spice her all simple and ordinary pleasures so that it burns everything from the tip of her toungue to the base of her entails. Everything else she holds in contempt.
There was no joy in winning an arguement as it never showed difference n our intelligence but the difference in our temperament. She always accused me of being an unromantic person, devoid of imagination. Does it mean that in the lamp of my hear there is Oil ,perhaps a wick too but no flame. I say on the contrary such tempersment belongs to the so called romantics like B. They are without brilliance like flint stones, so much of striking , so much of noise is needed to make you guys spark a little. Those momentary sparks can make you more arrogant but cannot broaden your vision.
B’s pride was her devotion. She took great pride in it and I am sure she excels in it. She would take care of every smzll thing, Clothes,Food, medicine, sleeping time, basically everything. It was her oride and I had to accept defeat as far as devotion was concerned. However whenever I would try to talk to me the same things again and again I would refrain as I felt my reasoning and her emotional impatient nature would not match. She still tried and felt humiliated at the end. I too felt bad.
In the beginning, when she just joined D’s company, she would complain about the nature of ‘D’ . She would talk his womenising and his hitting on her.
D
When I first met D, I too noticed the grossness of avarice in his nature. This fleshly desire is what makes him construct a rhetoric of infatuation about his creed. This eggs him to hit on any woman who joins his organization.
It was the job interview. Yes you are right, I liked the prospect of working with B.
Despite his gaffes, it is his sharp intellect that he valorizes own predilections, just as he needs the gratification of his sensual pleasures. B would tell me of his sojourn with his secretary cum assistant, would even book a room for him to saty with her. I don’t want image of 'D' to get influenced by my pain but wht else to say of guy who has built his business by pimping to the govt officers.
As B is getting married to D, I want to say no more, best of luck and happy life.
Moot question is who inherits the earth? For me, I am at the odds with the order of this colossal life.As she explores her destiny, I will also know that whatever I was preoccupied till now was only a delusion. There, I feel, will not be need for such a deceit. If I live to see that day, I will not fight it, I will simply make myself scarce. Will I use Power, coercion to have my way ( change myself)? Can power compete with the truth? However, what is ‘The truth’? Is my truth ‘the one’? Does the truth of a D absolute wherein you get things somehow. Or the truth of a B will survive?
When facing society,Why is that the men who can contribute the most, are to contribute the most has least say in it. Why all the reason, logic they give is already taken as prejudicesd. What are the scales society(B as an embodiment of society) use to measure them? How do they arrive at them? Do they have any power of reason? This is what separates men from animals, the reasoning mind. Standing at this crossroad of life, I keep wondering, looking for a frnd to whom I bare my mind and soul and when the poet in me looks at myself, he looks at a comrade in arms, hurt in battle. My mind is a battlezone. He desperately wants to carry me to a vantage point from this war to safety. Do love and safety have any destination ?
I guess women are the inhabitant of the real world. My friend and mentor Sharmila once told me,"in the end it all boils down to practical things, I am a woman and I am teaching you this". Nature created men and women in pairs in a way that their union is more genuine than that of any religious mantra they could be imbued with. Women have a full bodied desire that does not dries in self mortification or retreats by the force of counter-arguements. Men by nature are rational and too moral concious as a whole. Neway
Who moves this Earth?
Borderline dreams
Occasions for sinners
Alive if it seems
Given to wander
Alone at the shore
Wanton to whisper
I am no more
No, I am not committing suicide but according to some, I am going through a slow death. Moot question is, aren’t all of us dying every moment? Some say why see the negative side of the things,” We are alive and it is beautiful, accept it and enjoy the life in all it’s beauty. Do what you want, take what you want, snatch it.”
This brings me to the fundamental question and I see it unresolved for centuries because the polarity it creates in philosophical thought and in some ways gender thoughts re also driven by it. Eastern Philosophy of ‘Tyag’, ‘Bairag’ and the western philosophy( rather modern ) Power centric. However the fundamental question still remains, Who inherits the earth? I have trying to answer this question through the perspective of three hypothetical characters. Let me start
ME
This is something that has been pricking my mind like a thorn for some days and I am going about my daily chores as always but there is no respite from the pain. Somehow the pain works even while I am asleep. I see the same daylight but it has lost the sheen, radiance. What has happened? What has come to cast a shadow over the moon of my life. I have become so sensistive that the hypocricy of the sorrow that has been masquerading as joy in my heart for all these years, now is tearing me apart and the deepening sense of shame and anguish is no longer hidden, although it tries desparately to take cover. My heart can fathom and see things unperceived so far.
Till the last day of my life, reality will extract with interest every paise that I have invested in the illusions these one and half years of my life. Coming back to the question we started with, What can I achieve by force or pride? Perhaps time has come to accept and bow my head and say that I lack certain qualities, perhaps I do not have that quality of expressing my love in normally accepted ways, appearing to be dominating them all the time, of the world and what women look for most in men. But does this firmness and ruthlessness to achive your desires mean one can unhesitatingly stamp other’s under his/her feet? What is this firmness? Whim or boast of a sick mind , What? Unworthy, undeserving, contemptible, I may be but isn’t love all about loving you for unworthiness. What’s the big deal loving somebody for qualities, Love is all about loving somebody for the inadequacies as my friend Jay puts it.
I wanted to open her mind to possibilities of thoughts and knowledge of the profession she had chosen. I pushed hard sometimes rudely so to jolt her and learn, not fall, grow as a person more balanced emotionally as well as professionally. She is a creature bound by the trappings of imaginary limits she has put on herself and starts admiring and falling into wrong hands any average mind who can glib talk. I wanted her to understand her own strength and love me for the reason I wanted to be loved for.I have always seen men(not in gender terms)as proud,clean, wise and the one's who can rise above their own prejudices to create their own future. I always wonder did the Love I was getting spring from the depths of her heart or it was some fixed ration everyday like the municipal tap water.
B
Am rather was I greedy? Was I aspiring for more than what I got? No, I was just a lover, I wanted a ‘B’ loving me from the strngth of her understanding of me and the world. I had really thought of one thing then – If I wanted to see somebody as free as herself then I would have to lay aside all my claims on her. This disturbed her a lot and she took as alienation. Till today ‘B’ has never understood one aspect of me, I have always considered use of force and deceit as a kind of weakness. The person who is weak does not have the courage to judge fairly, he tries to achieve quick results by unfair means. B does not have the faith in patience. She wanted to run away and stay. My honour never permitted me. Till the time I was wild and arrogant she cried for respect and yearned for my company. When I domesticated, she is gone.
I guess she wanted the fierce, even unjust, wild streak in men. She yearned as much to be terrorized by man as to respect him. I always thought that by enetering a bigger space she would learn to look at the world from a larger perspective and become free of her obsession of domination. However now I realize it is part of her nature. She loves the perverse from within. She wants to spice her all simple and ordinary pleasures so that it burns everything from the tip of her toungue to the base of her entails. Everything else she holds in contempt.
There was no joy in winning an arguement as it never showed difference n our intelligence but the difference in our temperament. She always accused me of being an unromantic person, devoid of imagination. Does it mean that in the lamp of my hear there is Oil ,perhaps a wick too but no flame. I say on the contrary such tempersment belongs to the so called romantics like B. They are without brilliance like flint stones, so much of striking , so much of noise is needed to make you guys spark a little. Those momentary sparks can make you more arrogant but cannot broaden your vision.
B’s pride was her devotion. She took great pride in it and I am sure she excels in it. She would take care of every smzll thing, Clothes,Food, medicine, sleeping time, basically everything. It was her oride and I had to accept defeat as far as devotion was concerned. However whenever I would try to talk to me the same things again and again I would refrain as I felt my reasoning and her emotional impatient nature would not match. She still tried and felt humiliated at the end. I too felt bad.
In the beginning, when she just joined D’s company, she would complain about the nature of ‘D’ . She would talk his womenising and his hitting on her.
D
When I first met D, I too noticed the grossness of avarice in his nature. This fleshly desire is what makes him construct a rhetoric of infatuation about his creed. This eggs him to hit on any woman who joins his organization.
It was the job interview. Yes you are right, I liked the prospect of working with B.
Despite his gaffes, it is his sharp intellect that he valorizes own predilections, just as he needs the gratification of his sensual pleasures. B would tell me of his sojourn with his secretary cum assistant, would even book a room for him to saty with her. I don’t want image of 'D' to get influenced by my pain but wht else to say of guy who has built his business by pimping to the govt officers.
As B is getting married to D, I want to say no more, best of luck and happy life.
Moot question is who inherits the earth? For me, I am at the odds with the order of this colossal life.As she explores her destiny, I will also know that whatever I was preoccupied till now was only a delusion. There, I feel, will not be need for such a deceit. If I live to see that day, I will not fight it, I will simply make myself scarce. Will I use Power, coercion to have my way ( change myself)? Can power compete with the truth? However, what is ‘The truth’? Is my truth ‘the one’? Does the truth of a D absolute wherein you get things somehow. Or the truth of a B will survive?
When facing society,Why is that the men who can contribute the most, are to contribute the most has least say in it. Why all the reason, logic they give is already taken as prejudicesd. What are the scales society(B as an embodiment of society) use to measure them? How do they arrive at them? Do they have any power of reason? This is what separates men from animals, the reasoning mind. Standing at this crossroad of life, I keep wondering, looking for a frnd to whom I bare my mind and soul and when the poet in me looks at myself, he looks at a comrade in arms, hurt in battle. My mind is a battlezone. He desperately wants to carry me to a vantage point from this war to safety. Do love and safety have any destination ?
I guess women are the inhabitant of the real world. My friend and mentor Sharmila once told me,"in the end it all boils down to practical things, I am a woman and I am teaching you this". Nature created men and women in pairs in a way that their union is more genuine than that of any religious mantra they could be imbued with. Women have a full bodied desire that does not dries in self mortification or retreats by the force of counter-arguements. Men by nature are rational and too moral concious as a whole. Neway
Who moves this Earth?
slave of the dream
She lives in the city
near the sea,
Slave of the dream,
prisoner of the pirate.
I want to be with her,
watch her stand by the shore,
beautiful, warm, smiling,radiant,
could I ask for more?
want her to see,
in turn watch her face,
light up with that childish glee,
things that I wove,
sea turtles that bleed.
let us put the seeds for the plants we need,
growing older by an hour,
hair grown grey as wheat flour,
may be stained lot ,
life is surely lost.
near the sea,
Slave of the dream,
prisoner of the pirate.
I want to be with her,
watch her stand by the shore,
beautiful, warm, smiling,radiant,
could I ask for more?
want her to see,
in turn watch her face,
light up with that childish glee,
things that I wove,
sea turtles that bleed.
let us put the seeds for the plants we need,
growing older by an hour,
hair grown grey as wheat flour,
may be stained lot ,
life is surely lost.
The bride
The bride to be,
waits in her room.
silence sleeping on her bed,
listening to the festivities downstairs,
Someone stole her in a dream last night.
The dream and the bride,
Watching each other narrowly,
Like the banks of river,
flow together,
never meet.
The drop is afraid to fall in the ocean,
don't want to loose identity,
It becomes the ocean,
after the fall.
I hate him for making me cry,
all those arguements,lies,
don't love him anymore
after the fight
Someone stole her in a dream last night
waits in her room.
silence sleeping on her bed,
listening to the festivities downstairs,
Someone stole her in a dream last night.
The dream and the bride,
Watching each other narrowly,
Like the banks of river,
flow together,
never meet.
The drop is afraid to fall in the ocean,
don't want to loose identity,
It becomes the ocean,
after the fall.
I hate him for making me cry,
all those arguements,lies,
don't love him anymore
after the fight
Someone stole her in a dream last night
Monday, April 13, 2009
strange circus
Welcome to the circus,Story of a lifetime run in few minutes.
Me? My name is sad song and I wanted to be happy.
"Tell me what is that you love about me,Figure,Eyes what?"
"Can you switch off the tv please, I am trying to concentrate."
You have a beautiful heart my love.
In the royal congregation,
what can a desire of poor accomplish?
my beloved, where there is fear of king,
what weight would the pleas of a lover carry?
My beloved, behind the curtains,
of the advertisement of love,
you shd have glanced at the tokens of love,
the first email from official ID, First visiting card,
first call from new number.
I guess you were expecting dead broken flowers instead.
lot many people have loved before,
and will continue to embrace,hug, yearn for each other,
who says that their emotions were not pure?
only that they did not have money ,tact for advertising.
" You complete me as a woman,friend and partner, I am honoured to be part of your life."
I am in love with this part. Go on reading.
" Waky -waky, this is my couch, stop dreaming,
She loved for a hobby and sold it for comfort."
Lisa- Lisa, sad Lisa-Lisa,
Her eyes like windows, trickle down rain.
"can you stop this tv, I am trying to concentrate!
Juliet when we made love you used to cry,
I will love you till i die.
Welcome to the circus
My name is sad song, Wanted to be happy
Some one strums a guitar,
Hear a faint voice from past,
in the heart tears a hole,
feels like my twin soul,
no ripples in sea of tranquility,
We, in love for posterity?
This is a market, everything is on sale,
what you wanna buy?
"kyaa likhe mile ab duniyaa,
aansu ke sivaa kuchh paas nahii,
yaa phool hi phool the daaman mein,
ab kaaton kii bhii aas nahii,
matalab kii duniyaa hai saarii,
bichhade sabhii, bichhade sabhii baarii baarii "
"I am trying to concentrate, She loves me.Please switch off the tv."
I will love you always, but isn't love and always mutually exclusive?
In the future, Either me or love won't exist.
"Nothing lasts forever, learn this lesson and leave the couch."
Welcome to the circus
My name is sad song
Me? My name is sad song and I wanted to be happy.
"Tell me what is that you love about me,Figure,Eyes what?"
"Can you switch off the tv please, I am trying to concentrate."
You have a beautiful heart my love.
In the royal congregation,
what can a desire of poor accomplish?
my beloved, where there is fear of king,
what weight would the pleas of a lover carry?
My beloved, behind the curtains,
of the advertisement of love,
you shd have glanced at the tokens of love,
the first email from official ID, First visiting card,
first call from new number.
I guess you were expecting dead broken flowers instead.
lot many people have loved before,
and will continue to embrace,hug, yearn for each other,
who says that their emotions were not pure?
only that they did not have money ,tact for advertising.
" You complete me as a woman,friend and partner, I am honoured to be part of your life."
I am in love with this part. Go on reading.
" Waky -waky, this is my couch, stop dreaming,
She loved for a hobby and sold it for comfort."
Lisa- Lisa, sad Lisa-Lisa,
Her eyes like windows, trickle down rain.
"can you stop this tv, I am trying to concentrate!
Juliet when we made love you used to cry,
I will love you till i die.
Welcome to the circus
My name is sad song, Wanted to be happy
Some one strums a guitar,
Hear a faint voice from past,
in the heart tears a hole,
feels like my twin soul,
no ripples in sea of tranquility,
We, in love for posterity?
This is a market, everything is on sale,
what you wanna buy?
"kyaa likhe mile ab duniyaa,
aansu ke sivaa kuchh paas nahii,
yaa phool hi phool the daaman mein,
ab kaaton kii bhii aas nahii,
matalab kii duniyaa hai saarii,
bichhade sabhii, bichhade sabhii baarii baarii "
"I am trying to concentrate, She loves me.Please switch off the tv."
I will love you always, but isn't love and always mutually exclusive?
In the future, Either me or love won't exist.
"Nothing lasts forever, learn this lesson and leave the couch."
Welcome to the circus
My name is sad song
Friday, January 30, 2009
i walked
I walked and walked and walked,
Away from Light, Colors Bright,
Away from darkness, Misery and Pain,
Away from Love Affection and Profane.
I walked and walked and walked,
till I could Count the Bones,
Identifiable by Different kind of pains,
Till darkness met with light,
Joy with Pain,
Deserts with Rain,
Exhausted, Perplexed at the Unholy marriage,
Spirit Somehow Prevailed.
I walk, I walk and I walk,
Where sun will radiate the warmth of my heart,
Nights will melt with my Whispers.
Where Gods Of fortune and Devils of misfortune will not play with Human Heart,
Where I will get Peace,
Where I meet death,
The Gateway to that land of freedom and Austerity.
I walk, I walk.......
Away from Light, Colors Bright,
Away from darkness, Misery and Pain,
Away from Love Affection and Profane.
I walked and walked and walked,
till I could Count the Bones,
Identifiable by Different kind of pains,
Till darkness met with light,
Joy with Pain,
Deserts with Rain,
Exhausted, Perplexed at the Unholy marriage,
Spirit Somehow Prevailed.
I walk, I walk and I walk,
Where sun will radiate the warmth of my heart,
Nights will melt with my Whispers.
Where Gods Of fortune and Devils of misfortune will not play with Human Heart,
Where I will get Peace,
Where I meet death,
The Gateway to that land of freedom and Austerity.
I walk, I walk.......
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
'W' fare thee well, Brave son of America
Jews,Gentiles,Moslems,Gays, Kikes,Liberals, Not so liberals, Chinese, Latinos, friends, Indians,Countrymen. I come here to bury the legacy of 'W' not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones, So let it be with George w bush junior. The noble clergy of the peaceful religion of islam that stands by our side along with the liberals, Intellectuals, commies have told you that he has been the worst president ever, thrusted the world into a tailspin, started 2 deeply unpopular and unnecessary wars. I just support them by saying, if it were so, it was a grievous fault and rightly he must pay for it.
Here under the mighty shadows of Barak hussein obama, his so called legacy lies tattered. The new saviour has arrived, he will take the world to a glorious new path and in case 'W' has erred he has paid, shoes being thrown at him by an intellectual. These are all honourable men. European leaders included. I am writing this peace an obituary to the legacy of 'W' and not for any purpose praying him but there are few things that need to be said as his ills must come out before he dies.
Have you ever thought that at some level we need to sing a paean of praise to the fortitude and moral courage that has been shown by George W. Bush in this time of terror and war. 'W' is vilified and despised for confronting terrorists in the only terms they understand.
He has faced every ridicule , jeer,snub yet he held on to his moral conviction of taking the fight to the terrorists. Today , people may argue thet the war on Iraq was purely for satisfying american greed for oil. So what. That always had been long term american goal - to secure sources of energy. 'W' had been the only US president in recent history who made a determined attempt to get rid of Us dependence on saudi Oil. Saudi arabia has been using those petro dollars to
1- Buy out corporate America. as of today saudi investment in US economy is close to 1 trillion or 9% of American economy.
2- Fund the terror schools preaching wahabi islamic laws and curbing the deobandis/barielvis.
Unfortunately the Europeans( they are the best example of Pseudo-intellectuals cowards, appeasing radical islam the way they were appeasing Hitler before wwii) or even the Indians( who are worst sufferers of this wahabi onslaught due to massive saudi funding to Pukistan) lost ehir nerve and left the warrior alone. I am surprised what has happened to the old brahmanical minds(creators of vedas/Arthshastra etc) and the knowledge of the great Indic civilisation that we are standing by the sides of radical elements. Inspite of all this?
George bush had the courage to call the bluff of radical islam and he set out to contain them. Today Al Qaida is a virtual non entity while in clinton's time Osama was busy giving press interviews. Now he is afraid for his life and fears the predator drone with hellfire missiles and already shitting in his pants hiding in some mountains while the Pukis are being whored by the Pathans in FATA. saudi Money created these so called Taleban and Terrorist state of Pukistan provided them arms and training. Thanks to 'W' they are busy killing each other. Till the time they continue to kill each other we are relatively safer b'cos the intellectuals of this country are in a shameless race to be seen as liberals and in order to assert their 'SECULAR' credentials they need to shout more than the muslim radicals against 'W' and his policies. I feel secure little bit not b.cos of any other thing but in the notion that a lone ranger called America is ploughng along n the neighborhood plummeting pukis everyday.
Bush understood that there is no moral equivalence between a free society -- in which people sometimes make the wrong choices -- and a criminal sect bent on destruction. The former must be cherished even in its moments of folly; the latter must be hounded to the gates of Hell. He has done exactly so and I am certain that Barak no-bama will continue the same policies, incase he is as intelligent as he is made out to be.
As far as India is concerned, 'W' had been the best president ever and that's what all matters- pure self interest. he gave unflinching support to India and created a never imagined hole in NPT to accommodate India along with the weapons and publicly rebuked TSP. He understood that there is no use fighting China as of now and discouraged Taiwan to declare independence 2 times. The more urgent threat is radical islam and it needs to be contained. Obama has already declared that he will continue to put more troops in Afghanistan. No doubt, American troops in our neighborhood is dangerous as it is our backyard as they are here only for their self interest but we must let it play on as it suits our purpose.
I have some questions though.Why is it then that all our leftists (Dhoti roy, Burkha dutt, pronoy roy, Prakash Karat, Nandita sen types feel free to voice their opinions direct and that too at the top of their voices( Secular media publishes their articles easily) , whereas conservatives have to put on a mask in order to speak what they know to be the truth? Why is it, indeed, that the conservative values that safeguard our way of life,defense -- values like morality, faith, self-sacrifice and the nobility of fighting for the right can not find a platform to even put across our point.
'W' to a large extent stood for the qualities i just summarized and as it happens always, he is villified.Doing what's right is hard, and speaking the truth is dangerous. Many have been abhorred for it, some killed, one crucified.
Tell me who does not know that freedom is better than slavery, that love is better than hate, kindness better than cruelty, tolerance better than bigotry and individual choice is a birthright. However, "The true complexity arises when we must defend these values in a world that does not universally embrace them -- when we reach the place where we must be intolerant in order to defend tolerance, or unkind in order to defend kindness, or hateful in order to defend what we love".
When heroes arise who take those difficult duties on themselves, it is tempting for the rest of us to turn our backs on them, to vilify them in order to protect our own appearance of righteousness. We prosecute and execrate the violent soldier or the cruel interrogator in order to parade ourselves as paragons of the peaceful values they preserve. When the same marauders kill our soldiers we never talk about human rights and the future of the family of befallen soldier.
Even more 'bizarre' is the arguement that i hear on TV nowdays espoused by so called defence/strategy experts -"Stable pakistan is in our interest" . All right. so that they continue to send these marauders to kill us. People have not read any history, All the invaders to this land have come through Khyber pass for 2000 years and it is high time we must ensure that they are stopped right there. Another bizarre argument is that people of pakistan must be spared. have anyone ever been to Pukistan? if Porkis love us then how do Porki army find all these terrorists every time to blast bombs in india? Nations are made of people. The clarity of thought and vision of 'W' stands out as stark contrast to the timid Indian leadership and i repeat what Gandihji said, "Coward Hindu intellectuals"
Fare thee well , brave son of America. May god bless you and thank you for all the lessons on moral courage you taught people of my ilk. Leave everything to history and I am certain you will be counted as one of the greats of modern era. I salute you
I do understand that sometimes we need to kill in order to preserve and that that has been the norm of civilisations. Only the courageous and brave will survive,
"Cowards die many a time before their death, valiant never taste of death but once"
Here under the mighty shadows of Barak hussein obama, his so called legacy lies tattered. The new saviour has arrived, he will take the world to a glorious new path and in case 'W' has erred he has paid, shoes being thrown at him by an intellectual. These are all honourable men. European leaders included. I am writing this peace an obituary to the legacy of 'W' and not for any purpose praying him but there are few things that need to be said as his ills must come out before he dies.
Have you ever thought that at some level we need to sing a paean of praise to the fortitude and moral courage that has been shown by George W. Bush in this time of terror and war. 'W' is vilified and despised for confronting terrorists in the only terms they understand.
He has faced every ridicule , jeer,snub yet he held on to his moral conviction of taking the fight to the terrorists. Today , people may argue thet the war on Iraq was purely for satisfying american greed for oil. So what. That always had been long term american goal - to secure sources of energy. 'W' had been the only US president in recent history who made a determined attempt to get rid of Us dependence on saudi Oil. Saudi arabia has been using those petro dollars to
1- Buy out corporate America. as of today saudi investment in US economy is close to 1 trillion or 9% of American economy.
2- Fund the terror schools preaching wahabi islamic laws and curbing the deobandis/barielvis.
Unfortunately the Europeans( they are the best example of Pseudo-intellectuals cowards, appeasing radical islam the way they were appeasing Hitler before wwii) or even the Indians( who are worst sufferers of this wahabi onslaught due to massive saudi funding to Pukistan) lost ehir nerve and left the warrior alone. I am surprised what has happened to the old brahmanical minds(creators of vedas/Arthshastra etc) and the knowledge of the great Indic civilisation that we are standing by the sides of radical elements. Inspite of all this?
George bush had the courage to call the bluff of radical islam and he set out to contain them. Today Al Qaida is a virtual non entity while in clinton's time Osama was busy giving press interviews. Now he is afraid for his life and fears the predator drone with hellfire missiles and already shitting in his pants hiding in some mountains while the Pukis are being whored by the Pathans in FATA. saudi Money created these so called Taleban and Terrorist state of Pukistan provided them arms and training. Thanks to 'W' they are busy killing each other. Till the time they continue to kill each other we are relatively safer b'cos the intellectuals of this country are in a shameless race to be seen as liberals and in order to assert their 'SECULAR' credentials they need to shout more than the muslim radicals against 'W' and his policies. I feel secure little bit not b.cos of any other thing but in the notion that a lone ranger called America is ploughng along n the neighborhood plummeting pukis everyday.
Bush understood that there is no moral equivalence between a free society -- in which people sometimes make the wrong choices -- and a criminal sect bent on destruction. The former must be cherished even in its moments of folly; the latter must be hounded to the gates of Hell. He has done exactly so and I am certain that Barak no-bama will continue the same policies, incase he is as intelligent as he is made out to be.
As far as India is concerned, 'W' had been the best president ever and that's what all matters- pure self interest. he gave unflinching support to India and created a never imagined hole in NPT to accommodate India along with the weapons and publicly rebuked TSP. He understood that there is no use fighting China as of now and discouraged Taiwan to declare independence 2 times. The more urgent threat is radical islam and it needs to be contained. Obama has already declared that he will continue to put more troops in Afghanistan. No doubt, American troops in our neighborhood is dangerous as it is our backyard as they are here only for their self interest but we must let it play on as it suits our purpose.
I have some questions though.Why is it then that all our leftists (Dhoti roy, Burkha dutt, pronoy roy, Prakash Karat, Nandita sen types feel free to voice their opinions direct and that too at the top of their voices( Secular media publishes their articles easily) , whereas conservatives have to put on a mask in order to speak what they know to be the truth? Why is it, indeed, that the conservative values that safeguard our way of life,defense -- values like morality, faith, self-sacrifice and the nobility of fighting for the right can not find a platform to even put across our point.
'W' to a large extent stood for the qualities i just summarized and as it happens always, he is villified.Doing what's right is hard, and speaking the truth is dangerous. Many have been abhorred for it, some killed, one crucified.
Tell me who does not know that freedom is better than slavery, that love is better than hate, kindness better than cruelty, tolerance better than bigotry and individual choice is a birthright. However, "The true complexity arises when we must defend these values in a world that does not universally embrace them -- when we reach the place where we must be intolerant in order to defend tolerance, or unkind in order to defend kindness, or hateful in order to defend what we love".
When heroes arise who take those difficult duties on themselves, it is tempting for the rest of us to turn our backs on them, to vilify them in order to protect our own appearance of righteousness. We prosecute and execrate the violent soldier or the cruel interrogator in order to parade ourselves as paragons of the peaceful values they preserve. When the same marauders kill our soldiers we never talk about human rights and the future of the family of befallen soldier.
Even more 'bizarre' is the arguement that i hear on TV nowdays espoused by so called defence/strategy experts -"Stable pakistan is in our interest" . All right. so that they continue to send these marauders to kill us. People have not read any history, All the invaders to this land have come through Khyber pass for 2000 years and it is high time we must ensure that they are stopped right there. Another bizarre argument is that people of pakistan must be spared. have anyone ever been to Pukistan? if Porkis love us then how do Porki army find all these terrorists every time to blast bombs in india? Nations are made of people. The clarity of thought and vision of 'W' stands out as stark contrast to the timid Indian leadership and i repeat what Gandihji said, "Coward Hindu intellectuals"
Fare thee well , brave son of America. May god bless you and thank you for all the lessons on moral courage you taught people of my ilk. Leave everything to history and I am certain you will be counted as one of the greats of modern era. I salute you
I do understand that sometimes we need to kill in order to preserve and that that has been the norm of civilisations. Only the courageous and brave will survive,
"Cowards die many a time before their death, valiant never taste of death but once"
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
The Idea called India!! Who are the keepers?
Whenever I watch any news, I see outraged faces, some numb, others shouting profanities against the politicians. I can understand the anger, gone through it lot of times but it is time for calm head and ask some relevant questions. Well they are small yet profound.
1. How did it come to this? The nation with the sinews of steel and Vedanta for wisdom suddenly turns chicken in the past 5 years. Why? We have fought Christian insurgency in North east, Fought Hindu(ULFA) insurgency again in North east, Sikh insurgency in Punjab and exported insurgency in kashmir. Suddenly what happened.
I think the answer lies in the victory of BJP in 1998-99.With their victory and the fear mongering of the congress and Pseudo-secular media along with the communists Indian muslims got really insecure as they have always been voting en-mass for congress as an alternative to RSS Politics. Moreover with the introduction of laws like POTA, a huge hue and cry was raised regarding their misuse and this further alleviated muslim fears. To the shock of many, congress came back to power in 2004, which they themselves could not believe and thus started the demise of idea called India. They were worried by the defection of their traditional vote bank and to get it back they repealed POTA and rendered the state toothless wherein their own state government in Maharashtra continues to use a law that is replica. Result - 4000 deaths in 4 years in blasts and no convictions while we feed the culprits with tax payer money.
2. What re our intelligence agencies doing? They are supposed to be one of the best? They were created by the hard work of 'The sardar' who refused to divide it with Pukistan. They are supposed to be guarding this Idea called India, what happened and why is so much of turf war going on? ,/b>
To understand we need to go back in 1966. A worried Indira Gandhi calls up the IB chief and askd him to track the whole sale food grain prices in the country as she is worried that inflation may cost her elections. Cut to MMS and 'The Incompetent'. Shivraj 'The incompetent ' patil wants to know what article is getting published about him n tomorrows news papers. he calls up the IB chief to send men to spy. Who is guarding India? some 14% officers only. so who will analyse the sea of data generated?Sorry, Ramvilas paswan wnats to know the chances of Mayawati in his state of bihar but off course - IB has to find the answers. Complete political subjugation.
Raw has become a joke, so no comments.
3. Why is government in a denial mode about local complicity?
Again, we have to go back to 1947 in the Era of Sardar. he has just withdrawn his name after 'bapu' asks him to do so even if congress men elected him the leader 12 votes to Sardar vs 0 for Nehru.
There is a cabinet meeting going on after a few weeks. Nehru walks in and says " Vallabh Jawahar bhai Patel, Why are the properties evacuated by muslims not going to muslims only? This is my order and I am the prime minster." Sardar listens and says, " This country belongs to all, There are hindus and sikhs too who have lost properties in now pakistan land, they have a first right on this. Moreover , I don't want to make many small pakistans on this land. Population must stay mixed." Result Nehru complaints to Gandhiji who refuses to interfere after Sardar tells him that Local muslims are attacking Indian officials in Aligarh and Junagarh and he will not see symbols of state representing people's power being attacked like this.
Then was that 'sardar' and there is this! Thoo !!! what pity my motherland?
4. What can be done now? How do we win this war that is being fought for 26 years? Why does not Sonia and her bandicoots bring back POTA under any name? what other solution
There is only one way to fight terror. As KPS Gill puts it , " You can never out run them, you just have to take out eye for an eye. Infact 2 eyes for one and every one of your teeth , take out their whole jaw along with their parents." I have always said that Terror can only be fought with greater terror. How do we do it? Bring back POTA but UPA can't do it as they are looking at muslim votes . Moreover they have been opposing it for past 5 years now if they get it back they will have to admit their mistake. They are going in knots and so is the country.
Second thing urgently -please put all these Bhai- Bhai idiots in Jail, specially the Kuldip nayyar types who continue to burn candles. They have made the state complacent. I remeber , how the cops who gave punjab back to India died fighting human rights cases and in penury. These Dhoti roy and barkha dutt types should be put behind bars and executed. These people are dangerous along with the whole gang of Pronoy, Rajdeep, Vikram and others along with these NGO's. Let me tell you , fighting terror is dirt business, if you harrase the fighter like this, you are condemned as a nation to die like this. complete immunity.
Please bring POTA back and appoint fast track courts for speedy justice and free the IB and put under the supervision of this court.
5. Why so much of hue and cry this time
This answer is that for the first time the rich and mighty have been affected directly. How shamefull it is to see Channels talking about Taj Hotel as if it was mahatma gandhi's Samadhi. They have completely forgotten CST. Why? It 's because their advertisers don't travel by trains, they dine in luxury hotels. There was a bomb blast in Assam yerterday, 5 people killed. how many people talked about it, none. How many people have died in the carnage at jaipur, delhi, Bangalore and Mumbai trains before? where were these Channels? The answer is, there is no value of to the life of 'Stupid common Men'. After he elects a govt he himself just becomes a number. This common men whose forefathers fought for this nation(While most of today's elite were busy licking Brit balls except for Birla, Bajaj Modis and few others) and holds the ideals of this country together has just become a number.
This common men who teaches their children to join the forces and love the country more than their own life. This common men whose son's and daughter are fighting to save this idea called India on the icy peaks of Himalayas , deserts of Rajasthan, Jungles of Mizoram, waters of Cochin does not even know if he will come back home, safe in the evening. He is still doing it because he still have faith in the wisdom and knowledge of his Elite brethren who got educated in the colleges subsidised by his income. faith, that his brethren will create a just society where he will have his share on resources.
His offsprings are being denied the basics - a meagre raise of Rs1400 per month for jawans while we give 3 crores to one Olympic shooter.The politicians he elected to serve him have become the masters and the new rulers. They fly around in the planes bought by his tax money while he is dying on railway platforms. He keeps on struggling for his pension, job after his retirement at age 35, food, education for kids. You name it. Stiil, He has faith but now he is loosing patience and his dreams are watching this fallacy of democracy narrowly.
India, is badly let down by the educated. They abdicated their responsibility so that they can continue their hold on resources and exploit them. The people who owe 100's of crores in debt to public sector banks but dine and wine in Taj and Oberoi, who are giving qoutes and are planning to flee the country to UK/ US. This stupid common men can not even reach his home.
There was a 'Sardar' who created nation out of 565 riyasats and then we have this Sardar.
Who are the keepers of idea called India?
1. How did it come to this? The nation with the sinews of steel and Vedanta for wisdom suddenly turns chicken in the past 5 years. Why? We have fought Christian insurgency in North east, Fought Hindu(ULFA) insurgency again in North east, Sikh insurgency in Punjab and exported insurgency in kashmir. Suddenly what happened.
I think the answer lies in the victory of BJP in 1998-99.With their victory and the fear mongering of the congress and Pseudo-secular media along with the communists Indian muslims got really insecure as they have always been voting en-mass for congress as an alternative to RSS Politics. Moreover with the introduction of laws like POTA, a huge hue and cry was raised regarding their misuse and this further alleviated muslim fears. To the shock of many, congress came back to power in 2004, which they themselves could not believe and thus started the demise of idea called India. They were worried by the defection of their traditional vote bank and to get it back they repealed POTA and rendered the state toothless wherein their own state government in Maharashtra continues to use a law that is replica. Result - 4000 deaths in 4 years in blasts and no convictions while we feed the culprits with tax payer money.
2. What re our intelligence agencies doing? They are supposed to be one of the best? They were created by the hard work of 'The sardar' who refused to divide it with Pukistan. They are supposed to be guarding this Idea called India, what happened and why is so much of turf war going on? ,/b>
To understand we need to go back in 1966. A worried Indira Gandhi calls up the IB chief and askd him to track the whole sale food grain prices in the country as she is worried that inflation may cost her elections. Cut to MMS and 'The Incompetent'. Shivraj 'The incompetent ' patil wants to know what article is getting published about him n tomorrows news papers. he calls up the IB chief to send men to spy. Who is guarding India? some 14% officers only. so who will analyse the sea of data generated?Sorry, Ramvilas paswan wnats to know the chances of Mayawati in his state of bihar but off course - IB has to find the answers. Complete political subjugation.
Raw has become a joke, so no comments.
3. Why is government in a denial mode about local complicity?
Again, we have to go back to 1947 in the Era of Sardar. he has just withdrawn his name after 'bapu' asks him to do so even if congress men elected him the leader 12 votes to Sardar vs 0 for Nehru.
There is a cabinet meeting going on after a few weeks. Nehru walks in and says " Vallabh Jawahar bhai Patel, Why are the properties evacuated by muslims not going to muslims only? This is my order and I am the prime minster." Sardar listens and says, " This country belongs to all, There are hindus and sikhs too who have lost properties in now pakistan land, they have a first right on this. Moreover , I don't want to make many small pakistans on this land. Population must stay mixed." Result Nehru complaints to Gandhiji who refuses to interfere after Sardar tells him that Local muslims are attacking Indian officials in Aligarh and Junagarh and he will not see symbols of state representing people's power being attacked like this.
Then was that 'sardar' and there is this! Thoo !!! what pity my motherland?
4. What can be done now? How do we win this war that is being fought for 26 years? Why does not Sonia and her bandicoots bring back POTA under any name? what other solution
There is only one way to fight terror. As KPS Gill puts it , " You can never out run them, you just have to take out eye for an eye. Infact 2 eyes for one and every one of your teeth , take out their whole jaw along with their parents." I have always said that Terror can only be fought with greater terror. How do we do it? Bring back POTA but UPA can't do it as they are looking at muslim votes . Moreover they have been opposing it for past 5 years now if they get it back they will have to admit their mistake. They are going in knots and so is the country.
Second thing urgently -please put all these Bhai- Bhai idiots in Jail, specially the Kuldip nayyar types who continue to burn candles. They have made the state complacent. I remeber , how the cops who gave punjab back to India died fighting human rights cases and in penury. These Dhoti roy and barkha dutt types should be put behind bars and executed. These people are dangerous along with the whole gang of Pronoy, Rajdeep, Vikram and others along with these NGO's. Let me tell you , fighting terror is dirt business, if you harrase the fighter like this, you are condemned as a nation to die like this. complete immunity.
Please bring POTA back and appoint fast track courts for speedy justice and free the IB and put under the supervision of this court.
5. Why so much of hue and cry this time
This answer is that for the first time the rich and mighty have been affected directly. How shamefull it is to see Channels talking about Taj Hotel as if it was mahatma gandhi's Samadhi. They have completely forgotten CST. Why? It 's because their advertisers don't travel by trains, they dine in luxury hotels. There was a bomb blast in Assam yerterday, 5 people killed. how many people talked about it, none. How many people have died in the carnage at jaipur, delhi, Bangalore and Mumbai trains before? where were these Channels? The answer is, there is no value of to the life of 'Stupid common Men'. After he elects a govt he himself just becomes a number. This common men whose forefathers fought for this nation(While most of today's elite were busy licking Brit balls except for Birla, Bajaj Modis and few others) and holds the ideals of this country together has just become a number.
This common men who teaches their children to join the forces and love the country more than their own life. This common men whose son's and daughter are fighting to save this idea called India on the icy peaks of Himalayas , deserts of Rajasthan, Jungles of Mizoram, waters of Cochin does not even know if he will come back home, safe in the evening. He is still doing it because he still have faith in the wisdom and knowledge of his Elite brethren who got educated in the colleges subsidised by his income. faith, that his brethren will create a just society where he will have his share on resources.
His offsprings are being denied the basics - a meagre raise of Rs1400 per month for jawans while we give 3 crores to one Olympic shooter.The politicians he elected to serve him have become the masters and the new rulers. They fly around in the planes bought by his tax money while he is dying on railway platforms. He keeps on struggling for his pension, job after his retirement at age 35, food, education for kids. You name it. Stiil, He has faith but now he is loosing patience and his dreams are watching this fallacy of democracy narrowly.
India, is badly let down by the educated. They abdicated their responsibility so that they can continue their hold on resources and exploit them. The people who owe 100's of crores in debt to public sector banks but dine and wine in Taj and Oberoi, who are giving qoutes and are planning to flee the country to UK/ US. This stupid common men can not even reach his home.
There was a 'Sardar' who created nation out of 565 riyasats and then we have this Sardar.
Who are the keepers of idea called India?
Friday, September 26, 2008
Liberal or a bigot
This is a question that needs a great deal of thinking. We spew words and venom alike on the thought that is not akin to our own. Moreover, Whom to call a Liberal and who is a bigot. This is a question every Hindu( way of life i meant) must answer.
What is wrong with our culture/religion or way of life that we have become a Lamp post wherein every dog that comes around and needs to assert its presence goes on lifting its leg piss on it? How come right thinking and intelligent people can't call the bluff and see for themselves the farce that is continuing for so long. In my opinion this has roots in the invasions and subsequent rule of the foreigners. To be more precise it all started with the muslim rule and has continued with even more fervor during the british raj and now also.
How come we allow these moral guardians/politicians/commies/South Indian Rationalist parties to talk shit about Hindu brethren? How they blame and chide the hindus for this kind of behaviour? How they win elections and manage to sway the hindu majority even after bashing them? We still see a subsequent majority of Hindus agreeing with these jokers wherein these very guys have no balls to talk in a similar manner about Islamists, christian missionaries. we must find answers. If we look closely such subservient thought processes have been seen in all societies that have suffered the misfortune of being conquered and subjected to alien rule for some time. There are always people in all societies who confuse superiority of armed might with superiority of culture, who start despising themselves as belonging to an inferior breed and end by taking to the ways of the conqueror in order to regain self confidence, who begin finding faults with everything they have inherited from their forefathers, and who finally join hands with every force and factor which is out to subvert their ancestral society.
Viewed in this perspective, Pandit Nehru was no more than a self alienated Hindu, and Nehruism is not much more than Hindubaiting born out of and sustained by a deep seated sense of inferiority vis a vis Islam, Christianity, and the modern West.
centuries of muslim rule in medieval India had produced a whole class of such self alienated Hindus. They had interpreted the superiority of Muslim arms as symbolic of the superiority of Muslim culture. Over a period of time, they had come to think and behave like the conquerors and to look down upon their own people. They were most happy when employed in some Muslim establishment so that they might pass as members of the ruling elite. The only thing that could be said in their favour was that, for one reason or the other, they did not convert to Islam and merge themselves completely in Muslim society. But for the same reason, they had become Trojan horses of Islamic imperialism, and worked for pulling down the cultural defences of their own people.
The same class walked over to the British side when British arms became triumphant. They retained most of those and Hindu prejudices which they had borrowed from their Muslim masters, and cultivated some more which were contributed by the British establishment and the Christian missions. That is how the British rule became a divine dispensation for them. The most typical product of this double process was Raja Ram Mohun Roy. This joker maintained 2 houses one for Indians and another for Europeans( resplendent with European wives and butlers) and he courted the Europeans in this house. All thanks to the commie influenced education we read about him as a great saviour of Hinduism( as if all was bad before that). Every society has it's own horrific past - west had it's slave trade, burning of protestants alive. we never ever had slavery as an institution as we were a flowing religion, based on equality of human beings.
" Fortunately for Hindu society, however, the self alienated Hindu had not become a dominant factor during the Muslim rule. His class was confined to the urban centres where alone Muslim influence was present in a significant measure. The number of this bastard breed was few and far between in the countryside where Muslim rule had never struck strong roots. Secondly, the capacity of Islam for manipulating human minds by means of ideological warfare was less than poor. It worked mostly by means of brute force, and aroused strong resistance. Finally, throughout the period of Muslim rule, the education of Hindu children had remained in Hindu hands by and large. So the self alienated Hindu existed and functioned only on the margins of Hindu society, and seldom in the mainstream."
All this changed with the coming of the British conquerors and the Christian missionaries. Their influence was not confined to the urban centres because their outposts had spread to the countryside as well. Secondly, they were equipped with a stock of ideas and the means for communicating them which were far more competent as compared to the corresponding equipment of Islam. And what made the big difference in the long run was that the education of Hindu children was taken over by the imperialist and the missionary establishments. As a cumulative result, the crop of self alienated Hindus multiplied fast and several fold. Add to that the blitzkrieg against authentic Hindus and in favour of the selfalienated Hindus mounted by the Communist apparatus built up by Soviet imperialism.
It is no less than a wonder in human history that Hindu society and culture not only survived the storm, but also produced a counter attack under Maharshi Dayananda, Swami Vivekananda, Sri Aurobindo and Mahatma Gandhi such as earned for them the esteem of the world at large. Even so, the self alienated Hindus continued to multiply and flourish in a cultural miliu mostly dominated by the modem West. And they came to the top in the post independence period when no stalwart of the Hindu resurgence remained on the scene.
What is required in todays scenario is a moral equivalent of Swami Vivekanad who rouses the spirit of this great civilisation and make them believe in the greatness of the thought that makes us so unique. When I look at this and analyse what Bajrang dal is doing or has done,I am forced to ask this question. What's wrong being a hardline Hindu? I am proud of my heritage and will protect it at whatever cost. I don't need a certificate of being cultured from west minded/ leftist/ rationalists. I will make all out efforts to redeem my society of the ills and bring dignity to all even though I have no god in heart and mind.
I am ready to be a Bigot.
What is wrong with our culture/religion or way of life that we have become a Lamp post wherein every dog that comes around and needs to assert its presence goes on lifting its leg piss on it? How come right thinking and intelligent people can't call the bluff and see for themselves the farce that is continuing for so long. In my opinion this has roots in the invasions and subsequent rule of the foreigners. To be more precise it all started with the muslim rule and has continued with even more fervor during the british raj and now also.
How come we allow these moral guardians/politicians/commies/South Indian Rationalist parties to talk shit about Hindu brethren? How they blame and chide the hindus for this kind of behaviour? How they win elections and manage to sway the hindu majority even after bashing them? We still see a subsequent majority of Hindus agreeing with these jokers wherein these very guys have no balls to talk in a similar manner about Islamists, christian missionaries. we must find answers. If we look closely such subservient thought processes have been seen in all societies that have suffered the misfortune of being conquered and subjected to alien rule for some time. There are always people in all societies who confuse superiority of armed might with superiority of culture, who start despising themselves as belonging to an inferior breed and end by taking to the ways of the conqueror in order to regain self confidence, who begin finding faults with everything they have inherited from their forefathers, and who finally join hands with every force and factor which is out to subvert their ancestral society.
Viewed in this perspective, Pandit Nehru was no more than a self alienated Hindu, and Nehruism is not much more than Hindubaiting born out of and sustained by a deep seated sense of inferiority vis a vis Islam, Christianity, and the modern West.
centuries of muslim rule in medieval India had produced a whole class of such self alienated Hindus. They had interpreted the superiority of Muslim arms as symbolic of the superiority of Muslim culture. Over a period of time, they had come to think and behave like the conquerors and to look down upon their own people. They were most happy when employed in some Muslim establishment so that they might pass as members of the ruling elite. The only thing that could be said in their favour was that, for one reason or the other, they did not convert to Islam and merge themselves completely in Muslim society. But for the same reason, they had become Trojan horses of Islamic imperialism, and worked for pulling down the cultural defences of their own people.
The same class walked over to the British side when British arms became triumphant. They retained most of those and Hindu prejudices which they had borrowed from their Muslim masters, and cultivated some more which were contributed by the British establishment and the Christian missions. That is how the British rule became a divine dispensation for them. The most typical product of this double process was Raja Ram Mohun Roy. This joker maintained 2 houses one for Indians and another for Europeans( resplendent with European wives and butlers) and he courted the Europeans in this house. All thanks to the commie influenced education we read about him as a great saviour of Hinduism( as if all was bad before that). Every society has it's own horrific past - west had it's slave trade, burning of protestants alive. we never ever had slavery as an institution as we were a flowing religion, based on equality of human beings.
" Fortunately for Hindu society, however, the self alienated Hindu had not become a dominant factor during the Muslim rule. His class was confined to the urban centres where alone Muslim influence was present in a significant measure. The number of this bastard breed was few and far between in the countryside where Muslim rule had never struck strong roots. Secondly, the capacity of Islam for manipulating human minds by means of ideological warfare was less than poor. It worked mostly by means of brute force, and aroused strong resistance. Finally, throughout the period of Muslim rule, the education of Hindu children had remained in Hindu hands by and large. So the self alienated Hindu existed and functioned only on the margins of Hindu society, and seldom in the mainstream."
All this changed with the coming of the British conquerors and the Christian missionaries. Their influence was not confined to the urban centres because their outposts had spread to the countryside as well. Secondly, they were equipped with a stock of ideas and the means for communicating them which were far more competent as compared to the corresponding equipment of Islam. And what made the big difference in the long run was that the education of Hindu children was taken over by the imperialist and the missionary establishments. As a cumulative result, the crop of self alienated Hindus multiplied fast and several fold. Add to that the blitzkrieg against authentic Hindus and in favour of the selfalienated Hindus mounted by the Communist apparatus built up by Soviet imperialism.
It is no less than a wonder in human history that Hindu society and culture not only survived the storm, but also produced a counter attack under Maharshi Dayananda, Swami Vivekananda, Sri Aurobindo and Mahatma Gandhi such as earned for them the esteem of the world at large. Even so, the self alienated Hindus continued to multiply and flourish in a cultural miliu mostly dominated by the modem West. And they came to the top in the post independence period when no stalwart of the Hindu resurgence remained on the scene.
What is required in todays scenario is a moral equivalent of Swami Vivekanad who rouses the spirit of this great civilisation and make them believe in the greatness of the thought that makes us so unique. When I look at this and analyse what Bajrang dal is doing or has done,I am forced to ask this question. What's wrong being a hardline Hindu? I am proud of my heritage and will protect it at whatever cost. I don't need a certificate of being cultured from west minded/ leftist/ rationalists. I will make all out efforts to redeem my society of the ills and bring dignity to all even though I have no god in heart and mind.
I am ready to be a Bigot.
Monday, September 22, 2008
My innamota
How do you describe the feeling watch a pelican stroll around your feet
looking for some grains? you move and the pretty bird stays,
unmindful of your chores,busy.
perfect harmony of beings.
I am one with my inner self, my innamota.
kids running around,playing in the grass, rolling, parents clicking pictures.
Curious young man, all of four, looking to make his mark,
chasing around the birds, get bittten, turns chicken himself.
I am one with my inner self, my innamota.
what do I seek in this distant foreign land?
purpose of life or life itself?
The old lady wipes the food off her young man’s lips.
He is frail,she perplexed looking at the pair of kissing young women.
Which one of them is ‘The woman’, nodes her head.
what language is it? east european, may be polish,err Russian
“Eat slowly George, You are retired long back, no hurry”.
I am one with my inner self, my innamota.
Is it a reinforcement of belief or statement on current state?
Am i convincing myself of the harmony with myself?
Slow long walk to the underground, sad, happy face
what about the soul? “ No one will see it”
before i walk, let me feed the pelicans, reflect at the cycle of my life.
Am i one with my inner self, my innamota?
looking for some grains? you move and the pretty bird stays,
unmindful of your chores,busy.
perfect harmony of beings.
I am one with my inner self, my innamota.
kids running around,playing in the grass, rolling, parents clicking pictures.
Curious young man, all of four, looking to make his mark,
chasing around the birds, get bittten, turns chicken himself.
I am one with my inner self, my innamota.
what do I seek in this distant foreign land?
purpose of life or life itself?
The old lady wipes the food off her young man’s lips.
He is frail,she perplexed looking at the pair of kissing young women.
Which one of them is ‘The woman’, nodes her head.
what language is it? east european, may be polish,err Russian
“Eat slowly George, You are retired long back, no hurry”.
I am one with my inner self, my innamota.
Is it a reinforcement of belief or statement on current state?
Am i convincing myself of the harmony with myself?
Slow long walk to the underground, sad, happy face
what about the soul? “ No one will see it”
before i walk, let me feed the pelicans, reflect at the cycle of my life.
Am i one with my inner self, my innamota?
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Then there will be blood..
I write this with a heavy heart in the distant land. I am struggling to find news related to India and kashmir situation. I have some questions before i proceed to further..
[*]What is India? It it an idea only in mind/thought?
[*]Why should kashmir be such an issue?
[*]Isn't it truth that some 500 princely states signed up on the behalf of their populace to be part of India?
[*]Only because Kashmir is muslim majority,that's why it should be given autonomy or whatever - special status?
[*]By this logic, why not Khalistan? Why not Bangistan - adding parts of Assam to bangladesh?
[*]Why should article 370 not be removed and let it assimilate?
[*]If this tamasha was to happen and some lousy armchair psedo-secularists/intellectuals were to decide the fate of this nation state, why my brothers fight and die for it?
[*]Who has given this government right to represent indian people? With the 50% voting and congress getting 30% popular vote, it comes to mere 15% of the population representation?
[*]Who has given journalists like Barkha dutt/Vir sanghvi the right to talk nonsense and liberty to represent India?
[*]Isn't this the incompetence of Shivraj patil and MMS? The moment jammu people call for their rights they become communal?
[*]Does secularism mean only appeasing Muslims?
[*]Why not one law for all citizens?
[*]Should we not throw out all muslims into bay of bengal and then into pakistan by this logic. Country was devided on religious terms- right? I believe most of them want the same things as all other Indians, education for kids, decent future and all
[*]Are we a nation of wimps? America fought a deadly civil war to assimilate, Britain fought some 400,sorry 600+ years with Ireland to assimilate and still on. Russia still fights in Chechnya, China in taiwan for 60 years and we endorse such stupid and inane ideas.
Let me clarify, I have great friends in muslims and I am an avowed athiest. I firmly believe it's been couple of million years since 'God' last visited. All my muslim friends are furious. 4 months back , I wrote an article and then only I had mentioned that India needs to be wary of Barkha dutt types.
The danger to India, is not from these islamists or fundamentalists, It is from these pseudo secularists. In this country, If a neighboring farmer ploughs 6 inches of land from field,generations spill blood for that 6 inches. You all are giving solutions just like that. We are trying to justify and analyse Arundhati Roy, who thinks she is representative of india(after writing a semi porn novel) named peice of s---- and Barkha dutt. Let me say on this forum there will be blood'.
[*]What is India? It it an idea only in mind/thought?
[*]Why should kashmir be such an issue?
[*]Isn't it truth that some 500 princely states signed up on the behalf of their populace to be part of India?
[*]Only because Kashmir is muslim majority,that's why it should be given autonomy or whatever - special status?
[*]By this logic, why not Khalistan? Why not Bangistan - adding parts of Assam to bangladesh?
[*]Why should article 370 not be removed and let it assimilate?
[*]If this tamasha was to happen and some lousy armchair psedo-secularists/intellectuals were to decide the fate of this nation state, why my brothers fight and die for it?
[*]Who has given this government right to represent indian people? With the 50% voting and congress getting 30% popular vote, it comes to mere 15% of the population representation?
[*]Who has given journalists like Barkha dutt/Vir sanghvi the right to talk nonsense and liberty to represent India?
[*]Isn't this the incompetence of Shivraj patil and MMS? The moment jammu people call for their rights they become communal?
[*]Does secularism mean only appeasing Muslims?
[*]Why not one law for all citizens?
[*]Should we not throw out all muslims into bay of bengal and then into pakistan by this logic. Country was devided on religious terms- right? I believe most of them want the same things as all other Indians, education for kids, decent future and all
[*]Are we a nation of wimps? America fought a deadly civil war to assimilate, Britain fought some 400,sorry 600+ years with Ireland to assimilate and still on. Russia still fights in Chechnya, China in taiwan for 60 years and we endorse such stupid and inane ideas.
Let me clarify, I have great friends in muslims and I am an avowed athiest. I firmly believe it's been couple of million years since 'God' last visited. All my muslim friends are furious. 4 months back , I wrote an article and then only I had mentioned that India needs to be wary of Barkha dutt types.
The danger to India, is not from these islamists or fundamentalists, It is from these pseudo secularists. In this country, If a neighboring farmer ploughs 6 inches of land from field,generations spill blood for that 6 inches. You all are giving solutions just like that. We are trying to justify and analyse Arundhati Roy, who thinks she is representative of india(after writing a semi porn novel) named peice of s---- and Barkha dutt. Let me say on this forum there will be blood'.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Drive on the moonlight
Let's drive on the moonlight,
Let's ride the tides
Let's fly the air we breathe
Let's drop the pretensions
which city sleeps to hide
Don't trap the fairies of happiness
watch them dance in the moonlight
make your horizons a little wide
Please drop the pretensions which city sleeps to hide
Lost in subtle nuisances of life
I managed to drop the pretensions which city sleeps to hide
b'cos a fairy of happiness did touch my life
Let's ride the tides
Let's fly the air we breathe
Let's drop the pretensions
which city sleeps to hide
Don't trap the fairies of happiness
watch them dance in the moonlight
make your horizons a little wide
Please drop the pretensions which city sleeps to hide
Lost in subtle nuisances of life
I managed to drop the pretensions which city sleeps to hide
b'cos a fairy of happiness did touch my life
Rain and cities
I loved rain as a child in Doon,
Vast, empty, parched landscape waiting anxiously
like the bride waiting for the warrior to return
She almost knew him but that seems a longtime ago.
Waiting with open bosom and throbbing heart, coy but not shy
“Drench the nymph with the shower”, I would say.
The pitter- patter would start and I would extend my hand for that elixir of life,
I missed it often and the thirsty, greedy nymph would lap it up to ease off her pain.
“Whose love was truer?
Mine, The nymph’s or the bird’s that waited a year for the first drop of rain”.
I again missed the first drop as usual, “Nymph will lap it up”, I thought
I see myself on the road, staring, perplexed, wet
Water flowing to the drain, “Someone spilled oil on the concrete road”
Anxious, thirsty, Greedy Nymph
Waiting with open bosom and throbbing heart, coy but not shy
How will it survive the thirst? Wait seems forever
‘Elixir of life’ flows into the drain
I loved rain as a child....
Vast, empty, parched landscape waiting anxiously
like the bride waiting for the warrior to return
She almost knew him but that seems a longtime ago.
Waiting with open bosom and throbbing heart, coy but not shy
“Drench the nymph with the shower”, I would say.
The pitter- patter would start and I would extend my hand for that elixir of life,
I missed it often and the thirsty, greedy nymph would lap it up to ease off her pain.
“Whose love was truer?
Mine, The nymph’s or the bird’s that waited a year for the first drop of rain”.
I again missed the first drop as usual, “Nymph will lap it up”, I thought
I see myself on the road, staring, perplexed, wet
Water flowing to the drain, “Someone spilled oil on the concrete road”
Anxious, thirsty, Greedy Nymph
Waiting with open bosom and throbbing heart, coy but not shy
How will it survive the thirst? Wait seems forever
‘Elixir of life’ flows into the drain
I loved rain as a child....
Monday, June 16, 2008
Death, my friend
Death as an old friend,
I seek to know you.
How you survived the test of times,
How did you live so long?
Death as an old companion,
I seek to know from you,
How you manage to be so just,
Enamoring all, from dust to crest.
Death as an old mate,
I seek to understand you,
Inspite of being the other leg of journey,
Why do people still abhor you?
Death as an old acquaintance,
I wish to slay you,
You too deserve, off course with the onset of mine,
What I just said``other leg of journey’
I seek to know you.
How you survived the test of times,
How did you live so long?
Death as an old companion,
I seek to know from you,
How you manage to be so just,
Enamoring all, from dust to crest.
Death as an old mate,
I seek to understand you,
Inspite of being the other leg of journey,
Why do people still abhor you?
Death as an old acquaintance,
I wish to slay you,
You too deserve, off course with the onset of mine,
What I just said``other leg of journey’
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Three plus three
I saw someone in the mirror, whom I can’t recall
resembled me, somehow but was not me.
I could have taken a longer look but I was getting late
All my friends were waiting at the gate.
We had a plan to catch some snail,
Which we do everytime it rains, with out a fail.
Catching butterflies gets a little tiring,
Sneaking, running and snatching them in the flight
I just woke perspiring.
“ I love those round milk sweets and the chocolate on the cake”,
There is no one to listen and no one to answer
I get up like everyday, counting the wrinkles.
“There is one more hair around my ear”
Like everyday there is again a call from her,
Asking me if I am sincere,
How do I tell her that growing up is my biggest fear?
Moreover verse three is never clear
Growing up meant loosing everyone I hold dear.
“For god sake , you are thrity three, make some decisions”.
“Don’t touch that chocolate,
you get it for two Asterix , one phantom and one nice song”
Still figuring out the boy, who was rushing to catch some snail.
The best place for butterflies in Doon is to follow the trail
Till they take you the greens.
“Are you listening?” I heard someone shout.
Yeah, I do but three plus three just makes six – butterflies, snails and lies
resembled me, somehow but was not me.
I could have taken a longer look but I was getting late
All my friends were waiting at the gate.
We had a plan to catch some snail,
Which we do everytime it rains, with out a fail.
Catching butterflies gets a little tiring,
Sneaking, running and snatching them in the flight
I just woke perspiring.
“ I love those round milk sweets and the chocolate on the cake”,
There is no one to listen and no one to answer
I get up like everyday, counting the wrinkles.
“There is one more hair around my ear”
Like everyday there is again a call from her,
Asking me if I am sincere,
How do I tell her that growing up is my biggest fear?
Moreover verse three is never clear
Growing up meant loosing everyone I hold dear.
“For god sake , you are thrity three, make some decisions”.
“Don’t touch that chocolate,
you get it for two Asterix , one phantom and one nice song”
Still figuring out the boy, who was rushing to catch some snail.
The best place for butterflies in Doon is to follow the trail
Till they take you the greens.
“Are you listening?” I heard someone shout.
Yeah, I do but three plus three just makes six – butterflies, snails and lies
Monday, June 02, 2008
If you exist
I have been searching
and I am not able to find a mechanism,
a device that can help me find him.
He has been elusive, long lost youth that has long left the spirit,
What i see is hungry,dour faces, empty black eyes
stretched palms leading to frail and drooping shoulders.
"He is the one that was caught rioting,was running with a packet"
I am looking for answer but I need to ask the relevant question?
I have a burden on my spirit, size of a boulder,
He keeps on repeating," God is punishing me for my sins"
I loose half of what he says in the din,
alas, I see the half a kg of wheat he was stealing,
I wonder, he lays here in the mighty arms of law,
his kids,picking up the trash and eating.
"why preserve life in such botched up forms?"
I am loosing my reason,
For an atheist, it sounds like a treason,
with all my energy i make my vocal chords express
Oh God, If you exist take me out of this holy mess
and I am not able to find a mechanism,
a device that can help me find him.
He has been elusive, long lost youth that has long left the spirit,
What i see is hungry,dour faces, empty black eyes
stretched palms leading to frail and drooping shoulders.
"He is the one that was caught rioting,was running with a packet"
I am looking for answer but I need to ask the relevant question?
I have a burden on my spirit, size of a boulder,
He keeps on repeating," God is punishing me for my sins"
I loose half of what he says in the din,
alas, I see the half a kg of wheat he was stealing,
I wonder, he lays here in the mighty arms of law,
his kids,picking up the trash and eating.
"why preserve life in such botched up forms?"
I am loosing my reason,
For an atheist, it sounds like a treason,
with all my energy i make my vocal chords express
Oh God, If you exist take me out of this holy mess
Saturday, May 10, 2008
forever young
May the sun keeps on shining on you,
In all those cold cold climes
May the happiness always surround you
Whenever in the horizons, you see gloomy times
May the life showers all the good things
Even when you are without a dime
May you grow proud , dignified and true
And do unto others what you would have done to you
With every passing day
May you gain far more wisdom
Barter the wrinkles
For peace, happiness and song
Cos in my heart you will stay
forever young
May the moon be your guiding light
While the sun kisses your toes
May you find the edge of rainbow
With a prince of your dreams
May your love be reciprocated
It does not go vain
May you see the dance of raindrops
While he sings the songs of rainbow
Barter the wrinkles
For peace, happiness and song
Cos I bless you to be
Mother of a hundred sons.
Don’t worry through them
You will stay
forever young
Forever young
The title is borrowed from Bob Dylan as i could not find any better one. Anyway i love the song.It's amazing
In all those cold cold climes
May the happiness always surround you
Whenever in the horizons, you see gloomy times
May the life showers all the good things
Even when you are without a dime
May you grow proud , dignified and true
And do unto others what you would have done to you
With every passing day
May you gain far more wisdom
Barter the wrinkles
For peace, happiness and song
Cos in my heart you will stay
forever young
May the moon be your guiding light
While the sun kisses your toes
May you find the edge of rainbow
With a prince of your dreams
May your love be reciprocated
It does not go vain
May you see the dance of raindrops
While he sings the songs of rainbow
Barter the wrinkles
For peace, happiness and song
Cos I bless you to be
Mother of a hundred sons.
Don’t worry through them
You will stay
forever young
Forever young
The title is borrowed from Bob Dylan as i could not find any better one. Anyway i love the song.It's amazing
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