Poetry: Be the voice, you want to raise!

When words begin to lose meaning and the storm in your heart is building strong,

You know time has come when arms should be picked, breaking the convenience long

You could have lived endlessly for a purposeless end,

But remember you aren't an animal and shall not be forgiven to sit and stare

Your apathy is the cause of many deaths, your love is aplenty, that you could share,

Move your spirit, get up and act,

It’s now or never, both fiction and fact

Let’s not say we’re a democratic bunch, not while we eat our gluttonous lunch

Raise your voice and end the tragedy

Let them know, we’re the people, we’re the authority,

The power of the constitution is vested by us

Everything else is just an outcome of cuss

Let’s be blasphemous and let logic prevail

In the imaginative realm, reality and detail

Let the storm of your heart spiral and rise

To be the wisdom of needy and voice of the wise!

Thoughts we want to always erase!

 Sometimes while climbing up a staircase, or walking down the street market, sudden and abrupt thoughts pertaining to everyday personal and social life hit your mind, the kinds you want to suddenly note down or think about for a little more than a fleeting few seconds, but let them go passe because there is neither the time nor immediate & direct relevance to ponder over these snippets of subconscious activity of thought and conscience. Here are some of mine, which I happened to sort of remember -

1. The art of begging

Looking at the local-station side beggars of Mumbai, I wonder if begging was an organized profession. If it was, it had all structural and behavioral aspects to it like any ordinary organization - There were timings, the office timings during which there was maximum footfall at the stations, there were focus areas, the stations which saw extraordinarily large numbers of people boarding and getting off the trains, the right communication, whether to say "aap ki jodi salaamat rahe" or "uparwala aapko bohot dega" or "khaana khaalungi beta", the target audience, an ability to pin point who will dwell down their pockets, the advertisements, whether to look handicapped or beaten or famished or simply pregnant and finally the account keepers & controls, handling collection, counting, division and distribution of salaries.

It may come across like a very cruel thing to compare begging to a profession, but it seems very likely that it either has or is shaping into one. I wonder if someone could do a dipstick research on it and understand how it really worked - whether it is a machinery in place or whether it is what it is supposed to be - impoverished, ill-fated people begging for their daily survival with no place in the world to go to and no ambition of a possibility of a better life for themselves and their children.

2. Last few minutes of my life

Articles of abrupt hanging of Afzal Guru, reports of 12 year old being shot at five times by army men and more citing of this genre of news compels me to try and imagine what those last few minutes of life during which the sudden demon of death had appeared would have felt like. What could be the thoughts and what could be the questions that came to the mind of the person who was facing death? Could he have felt like it was a nightmare? Could he have lot his mental stability? Did he feel disoriented? Did he give up, feet helpless and want to cry? Did he want his mother to come save him or visualize his beautiful wife? Would he for a split-second cursor through the possible scenario at his home when his death would be communicated to his family? Did he want to remember God? Did he want to attack? Would he be desperate or simply compliant? Would he think whether he deserved it? Would not a 12 year old be mighty scared? Would his belief in human compassion and general faith  have not died a quick silent death before his own mortal one? Would this not be a true example of failure of humanity once again? How could we then expect people to be born and grow up to have a sane mind and quite composure? Who are we? A bunch of nations or people or their governments? What do we compose of? Political systems or human interactions? What are our priorities? Business or Happiness?

How I burnt my Lohri

Many years earlier, I think almost six; a small enthusiastic wish in me had died. The funny thing is that a lot of wishes followed suite. However only this particular one had hurt as much. It was winters of 2007 and I was nearing towards the end of my first year of engineering in Jaipur. Year is a misleading term as the session had started only in july and till January it was a period of some 7 months. So basically I had been away from my perceived reality for 7 months, a period which wasn’t enough to turn me into a master socialite of the pathetic social systems that had existed around my college and home there in Jaipur. But I will talk about it some other day. 

Today on 13^th of January 2012, as I hear the drums and dholaks being beaten on almost every third street of Mukherjee Nagar in North Delhi to celebrate Lohri, a section of my heart wants to leap out of the balcony, swing open the door and let my feet do what they love doing the best..dance to the tunes of raw beats in heavenly cold winds of Delhi winter while going around the clumsily created fire by families and children. Roast pop corn and nuts in it while trying out different steps of the famous Punjabi Bhangra. And the other section of my heart, stops me, locks my feet with the invisible chains of pain and helplessness that I had suffered 6 years back at the event of Lohri. It was being celebrated by my friends and neighbors right across the street…I too had been invited and needless to say I had gladly accepted the invitation. But little I knew that I would be locked inside my house at 9 pm to only be able to catch infrequent glimpses of flames rising up in the air…to only be able to hear people dance and cheer as I stood stuck to the wooden door which locked my freedom and independence to be and live. Now I realize it had meant a lot more than not being able to celebrate Lohri. It was a symbolic lock my on freedom, to try, to travel, to move out, to talk, to share and to basically just live! For 4 years till I finished my engineering degree and moved out of my habitat, which ofcourse was home in a lot of ways, but also hell, in many others. I remember how I used to pain to look at a star studded sky. I used to miss looking at the dark, sometimes barren, sometimes adorned sky all those years. Irony being, I had grown up staring at the sky whenever I had found an opportunity, which I did in plenty till I was with my parents. I remember the time I used to finish studying at 12 in the night and then stand by my window and stare at the sky till 2 am. It used to freak my mom out! She had often found me sitting aimlessly in my balcony at supposedly wee hours of the night. During the day, she didn’t mind me staring at the sky though. I remember how blissful it used to be to sit on my recliner by the window, hold a book, read, stare and just sleep off. Such comfortable, cozy afternoons I could never experience again. Sometimes I wish I could relate everything I have felt about these small-small things to someone, someone who mattered, like my parents but then had I told them everything, they would perhaps not been able to bear the pain than my heart has soaked in it all this long. People have often criticized me and judged me according to their understanding of right-doing and wrong-doing. It is however strange that they never took context into account. I don’t blame them really. Maybe I am the mysterious wrong-doing woman that men claim every woman wants to be. Getting back to the trauma of Lohri, today I can make the decision to step down and celebrate this festival, but those memories haunt me. They ask me to punish myself for not breaking loose then, by not breaking loose today.  So even as I hear people dance and kids cheer and clap, I am going to shut my door to the world, put myself in front of something that passes my time and close my eyes to tell myself- Yes it did really happen to you!

Detached in 20s

Happy Detachment

The way I had been brought up, I thought attachment was so necessary that it could almost take the place of something that brought merit. Being attached to home was considered to be a desirable quality. Being attached to family meant that you were a good child.

However at 23 and having learned a lot of lessons, some of which I would like to perhaps unlearn and some, relearn I can bet on the fact that attachment in a sin one commits only for his or her own downfall. Now I really do not want to sound preachy but this has been pretty much the most important learning I have had from a variety of different incidents and their outcomes.


                               


Beginning from adolescence, things that matter the most to you is your your home, family, sports and food. As a teenager, one gets attached to friends, beauty,  music, fashion and sports again. As we grow up, the level of attachments rise up to reach more dangerous stuff like social image, ego, peer affability and a lot of times, money as well. Then concepts like ambition, travel, fame, luxury etc also creep in to the extent of making a person go cuckoo. Then there are super concepts like family, religion, lifestyles and the likes, attachment to which can make anyone go haywire.

And this just goes on and on until one day you sit up straight and tell yourself - This is not how its going to work. It may work for others but does not happen for everyone. You tell yourself, I am not going to bend myself to be liked or tell myself to like things and people if I dont like them. You tell yourself, if you are not attached you are free to fly. Detachments gets you rid of troublesome good-deeds, endless expectations and forced commitments which are by products of feeling attached.

One would want to argue that he or she wants to have a feeling of belonging. But truly speaking, that feeling is only in one's head and does not exist for real. Its a concept that has been fed into our heads to tie us down to families at micro level and political boundaries at macro level. When I was younger I always felt the need of having a stable household to keep going back to it. Then an older friend argued that you would never feel homesick (which I used to quite often and ironically do so even now) if I considered the world, my home. Here fits in the concept of Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam. How wise early mean really were. I dont always vouch for all such concepts because most of them are quite contextual but a lot of them do make a lot of relevant sense even today. Another example could be the Geeta Saar.

Anyways, not digressing further I would just say the mountain of attachments keeps building up if we don't keep a conscious check over it and may reach a point where we are bound to crumble under its weight. So as a young person, I would like to say to all those like me who think a lot, are very curious about life and do not want repeated disappointments that not having something is a thousand times better than having it and then losing it. So if you are yearning for something, achieve it and move on. If you dont get it, its cool because then you will not have the responsibility of preserving or protecting it. So just stop waiting on events. Quite simple, ya!

Poetry: The Unmistakable She

---------A-young-bride-to-be----------

Ladden with gold, smelling so divine
Clad in red, intoxicating like wine...

she believed in her fate and of course her life
her definitions would change, from a maiden to a wife...

her future was sealed, a seal of hope
ignorance was indeed a bliss, as preached by the pope....

--------A-forced-sex-worker----------

She blinked twice, clock was way past nine...
Bathe, groom and report, or pay her fine..

she feared her credits and of course her debts
they would not be cleared, not unless she gets...

a sum unthinkable, and responsibility of a whore,
sensuality was a curse, as Mahabharata bore...

---------An-unwanted-girl-child----------

Some toys, some bangles were enough of a shine...
her father didnt have to beat her, for his personal crime..

she loved her family and of course her tribe
unaware of her rights, that she could subscribe...

to make her choices and give them voice....
to be raided every night, and still hold her poise...

------An-apparently-successful-and-a-powerful-business-woman------

She had power she knew, so much in her sign...
It could manipulate traders, of either mineral or mine...

she held nothing back, of course there wasnt a need
she could bet on her ethics, her actions and every deed

she was the kinds, kings would desire..
however she would deny, and incarnate herself to fire...

-------------An-old-mother---------------

A long piece of cloth, an ageing skin and a priceless beauty
of mind and heart, of love and duty..

she had nothing more to lose, she had given it all
sometimes to save her children, sometimes to let empires fall...

she awaited her end to escape the fud
of ill treatment and hatred, as the Vedas had said would bud...

Questions & Answers

1. I lose my consciousness every time I sleep, so do I technically die and get born everyday?

2. It’s all about small -small choices I have made and I have to make and that decides the person,       I am going to be.

3. I have never made any bold choices ever or if I have, they are insignificant. This is

preventing me from being the person I want to be.

4. I have to stop thinking so much about everyday things. In the end, nothing is going to matter.

5. If people don’t love me, its okay! They love none. But if people don’t respect me, should I start

to bother?

6. Am I a leader of my own or do I need recognition?

7. I am letting myself being overshadowed in the name of love.

8. Love means selflessness. But I love myself too.

9. Who decides what best is. Ultimately, the question is what I want.

10. It’s okay to be unnoticed, eccentric, random and lost. Most geniuses have possessed these

qualities. Is this some kind of a relief statement though?

11. It hurts not to genuinely feel angry over things people are doing to you every day.

12. Am I rude?

13. Does she love me? Does he not love me?

14. I miss childhood. I don’t want to keep growing up.

15. Am I living or do I only exist?

16. Am I responsible for all my successes? If not, then I am not responsible for all my failures

either. In that case, why the f*** did I let others contribute to my failures?

17. Is it not possible to be a template normal and yet have multiple-personality disorder?

18. Is popularity a yard stick?

19. I like fashion and sex. I also like religion and politics.

20. I might be a science student. But I am interested more in philosophy!

21. Why are there boundaries everywhere?

22. Atomically, there is no difference between Bill Gates &  Mother Teresa or Rakhi Sawant & bin Laden.

23. I did well in school because there was no internet then.

24. I lost my proposal ring. Is it such a big deal?

25. I want to prevent accidents because I live my life like it was a video game.

26. Die hard optimism also means turning a blind eye to the risks involved.

27. Coffee and books go together. Who the f*** told you that?

28. Early to bed, early to rise, makes a person la la and la. How, if I may ask?

29. Waasup? I would be able to tell you better had you asked how I felt.

30. There was a time, compliments embarrassed me. Too much modesty! Do I crave them

today?

31. Am I shy or am I an introvert? No, they don’t mean the same.

32. Don’t play the reverse-psychology trick on me.

33. Those days when solitude was beautiful are gone. Now it’s a responsibility.

34. I crib when life sucks. I crib when life is perfect. I crib.

35. My beauty is inner. Please look into my eyes.

36. I was an open book. Now, I am a closed trunk of things which guise themselves as crap.

37. You think you are cool? Define Cool.

38. Samay-ka-mehtva was every Hindi teacher’s favorite essay topic. Any takeaways?

39. Life sucks? Break the straw.

40. Too many rules. Too much strain. Heaps of laziness. Countless commitments. This is what education does.

Relationship Status - Symbiotic

Mind is powerful. Difficult to remember how many times I must have heard this phrase. But I do remember the times I have taken it very seriously. Zero. However, when I sit down to type these strings of sentences, I realize how quickly mind proceeds and processes. However there is a catch to it.

It does it at its own little but, mind you, egoistic will. No matter how fast it speeds most of the times, especially the times you want to go to sleep or not argue or eat or drink or do some random but necessary sustenance activity, it will fail to perform when you need it, perhaps the most!

For example, your memory will go for a toss during examinations, your IQ will be in soup when you are debating and your thinking power will simply JAM when you want to tell the well-dressed hot looking female HR, why precisely you should be the one she should be aiming for or was it otherwise? [wink, wink ;)]

And when a person, such as the reader-of-this-post, bothers to spend around a minute pondering over why it so often happens, the most plausible explanation comes out to be that the mind-is-moody. Mind almost is another person in itself over which we do not have control but what we do have is influence. So if you rise in your egoist grandeur and order it to do something, it will not be your slave to serve you. However if you flirt with it like a potential lover, if you praise it, play with it, feed it, accept its feedback, make it your friend, it will more often than not respond positively. Imagine! So much for something which is inside you and is not even a living thing! Well, not exactly, right?

Imaging having the scope to do so much with just one bit of yourself. Nevertheless with the most powerful bit. While reading this, I hope, my-dear-reader, you realize that when you have your mind in place, why do you need someone else to train? A student, a pet or a system?

Where I am getting is at the old idiom- 'Charity begins at home'. Your mind is your first and also the ultimate abode. If in a lifetime of ups, downs, successes and failures, you are not able to attend to the callings of your mind, I am sorry to say, you have not done too much. So if there is training to do, in order to achieve whatever might be your ambition or goal, it is most important and perhaps the most simplistic challenge to meet, it is of your mind.

I am bound by linguistic limitations to have been referring this as training, but you could also call it friendship, love, understanding or cooperation.

Any term that remotely showcases characteristics of a symbiotic relationship with a heavenly bliss.