Strangled Ride

The wheels have been rolling and rolling for so long now.

I have been riding, thirsty and tired; looking for my home.

The dust stuffing my nose, prickly heat piercing the skin

Hot wind burning my face, I gasp as if stuck in a tomb

As I take the uphill blind turn; the old engine rumbling on,

Knees urging to move, a muscle keeps twitching in tension.

I smirk at a flock of birds, following their leader with discipline

Flapping away their wings; unaware of their own destination.

The sight of my ideal home flashes in front of drooping eyes

Ocean blue sky, cotton cloud; Grass like wet parakeets shining;

Spring fresh as the dews, sweet air whispering in my ears;

I want to rest there, where the sun rays kiss me good morning.

A fork road! I slow down, the engine and I grumble in agony;

Options, criterions, and evaluations nothing help me decide.

I look up at Him and move on; lost like the flock I smirked at;

The old engine mocks me as the uncertainty strangles the ride.

Soulful..

They say empty mind is devil's workshop. Well they are wrong. Ever lied down in a beach side shack, watching the small bright sun set against the vast blue foamy backdrop of the ocean? Ever gazed upon the horizon, while sitting on a hilltop? Ever had nothing to do except surf through the TV channels and not stopping anywhere in particular to watch something? What I am trying to say is if you have ever gone through such an experience, you can appreciate the worth of an empty mind. As for me,I would like to call it, for the lack of a better word, Soulful.

I have always felt that we are a little hard on ourselves. We keep measuring people's life by the virtue of their success. We shower accolades proportional to the painstaking efforts one has taken to push himself. But what I don't understand is why is it a virtue to go against the convenient. Why is it always essential to keep running to get somewhere? In life isn't it equally important to stay still, to take a step back to appreciate the scenery you just passed by, to not get up for work on time and stay cushioned in your warm bed for a few extra minutes. One of my friends always says that his aim in life is having a cottage some where up in the Himalayas where he can stay peacefully and farm marijuana to sustain himself. As outrageous as it seems, it does sound undeniably fascinating. Because what he essentially means is, in life he wants to be at peace and be happy. He wants each and every day of his life to be Soulful.

                                                  Howard Roark's epic speech..

Ayn Rand in The Fountainhead captures this in the spirit of Howard Roark. In his epic closing speech, Howard talks of how society,the majority, has created norms to undermine genius. How the majority could not get some of the best things in life and in turn very conveniently branded them as taboo. They could not get success in life and associated success with pain, back breaking efforts as excuses to their failure, simultaneously tagging success with restless effort. Whether it is true or not, I agree, is debatable.But seriously, if someone dares to swim against the flow what makes him so laudable as opposed to some one who floats peacefully downstream? I think while the former established his swimming abilities he missed out on the beauty of the stream, the flora lining its bank. He was busy in conquering nature, conquering the natural flow of things to establish the supremacy of his brawn. The latter however,in his submission to nature and the natural flow of events got to appreciate the ethereal beauty and could obtain some peace of mind. He again had a moment of his life which was, at the least, Soulful.

I don't know whether I was able to convince you of my thinking. But then again, I prefer not walking the extra mile for that particular reason. I have received my peace of mind with this blog and I would rather sit down now and enjoy being Soulful.

Adios!

Wait vs Late

I dont know whether "wait and late" can be called Homophones or not and little do i care whether they are Homo or not (pun intended). But what i do know is that I hate these two words. Although these two phenomenas are mostly viewed as two entirely different embodiment of gross disrespect towards time, a holistic view will ascertain readers of the fact that these are intertwined so vehemently that it will be very unfair to separate these two Homo.....phones ( did i get it right??)

It's just a matter of turning the table around. If you are the perpetrator of the crime( read lack of punctuality) then the stares, the howlers, and even the absent mark on the attendance register seems so unethical and uncalled for. They have no business getting angry at the brutal wastage of your time. After all it is your time that you are wasting and why should those intolerable goons care??

And if you are the poor victim(read made to wait), then all of a sudden you feel like a sage who has been endowed with all the knowledge in this world that can be fit into the tiny human brain concerning time and its management. And the perpetrator is nothing but a lousy fellow who is heading towards his own destruction due to his indignant wastage of precious time, "TIME THAT WAITS FOR NONE"

But the main point is why am i writing this? Well i do not know. May be I have wisened up.  I have realized that whether it is you who is late...or it is you has to wait....its the same thing. Its the wastage of time. people say "ohh come on its just 20 minutes, why are you making such a fuss over it?? ". But considering the huge population of India, 20 times 1.17 billion accounts for a lot of problems that we face today. I am not trying to implicate something big here, saving every minute of life is important, because you live life once...make full use of it. And do not think i am some workaholic psychopath who thinks of working every hour. what i am telling is even if u lie down and sleep its a better utilization of time than waiting on someone who takes 20 minutes extra to get dresses. Because then you are wasting YOUR time. 

Well i guess i am not making much sense, but it is okay. because the sole motive for writing this was to make you people realise how pathetic it is to waste your time. and especially when you waste it on a blog, whose writer has no clue to what he is writing, except that he is wasting his as well as your time.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND ATTENTION. [:)]

Rang de Basanti...

A perfect master plan or an intelligence failure, whatever the mumbai attacks showcased they sure left us all bloody and marred for the lifetime. The attacks left a dent on the pride and dignity of India and all we did was look towards the men in white house for a nod..as if its absence would invalidate the fact that we had been molested. Something that can be attributed to the power that the white house weilds.

But the public outburst and the mass agitation against the politicians who thought it too cumbersome to execute their own duties brought a sense of pride and elation in the mind of every onlooker. It brought a ray of hope that things are going to change. Because somewhere our pride and dignity as a free and developing country had received a blow. One fancied that free India is not going to take any more shit.

The protests, the rallies, the candles, the rising voices, the anger and determination in people's eyes led to a string of political and adminstrative modulations. Number of sackings and inumerous reforms were attempted to pacify the anger and frustration that was boiling now. And it reaffirmed the fact that true champions of democracy is the PUBLIC. Just as the famous saying goes "yeh public hai, sab janti hai". It reminded me of the dialogue that DJ ( none other than my favourite Aamir Khan) said in Rang De Basanti.."koi bhi desh perfect nahi hota,usse perfect banana padta hain" or another of my favourites that went something like "jindgi jine ke do hin tarike hote hain,ya toh chup chap sahte raho jo ho raha hai hone do, ya fir sar uthao aur uska virodh karo chahe jo bhi ho."

But now when I look around me, in the news papers, in the news channels, in my peer group, in my home, and the place closest to me i.e. inside myself....the scar has begun to fade. People remember the mumbai attack as one unfatefull day when many of their kins died. Nothing more. It doesnt boil their blood anymore.. It doesnt make them feel insulted or molested anymore. People have reconciled to the fact that nothing can be changed. Just like a drowning person gives up throwing his arms after sometime and resigns to his fate.

Or is it that my favourite DJ has transformed to Sanjay Singhania( the protagonsit of the recent bollywood blockbuster GHAJNI ....again played by Aamir bhai) ?? A person with short term memory loss. What have we forgotten? Have we forgotten the mutilated bodies of the 300 odd people?? Or is it that we have forgotten our own pride and resolution. But even Sanjay Singhania remembered the cold blooded murder of his sweetheart. But unfortunately we do not.

Is it that we have resigned ourselves to the hand of those petty politicians who are no better than slimy leechs? Or is it that we just DONT CARE?? I dont know.

But I know that DJ is the favourite of many Young Indians because he stood up to be the change he envisaged. May be its time to raise our head and voice and be little filmy.

RANG DE BASANTI.....

LOST and FOUND

Those of you who have sat thru numerous discussions and had no ingredient to add to the hot boilng soup will empathise with me. Many a time while i have been forced to listen up to stories of my batch mates.....stories of their glorious sunny days in their +2 or in their school i have ransacked thruogh my memoirs to search such such bright days

Ofcourse they were good old days with loads of innocenct fun, but somewhere that lacked something. The joy of breaking free from rules, the joy of tresspassing all the mandates. So fortunately or unfortunately I poised myself to break rules this time.

Now when m on the doorstep to my final year and I look back at the corridor that brought me here I am perplexed. I took some feeble attempt to go wayward but chickened out in the last minute in fear of the consequences. Those half hearted attempts now put me in a position where I am not a leading member of the DAMNCARE group ( nishank and sandy some day i will give a better attempt to this) nor the flag bearer of the FOLLOW THE RULES(or rather FOLLOW THE PROFESSOR) group( sorry guys but with all due DISrespect m determined not to follow u people).

I balanced both of them so perfectly that i am sitting very uncomfortably at my 31st postion in a class of 62. But you know what I dont give a damn (and this i have learnt from nishank..hi 5 dude...). Because for the last two bbsr wellfare that i have attended there has always been someone who wetted my t-shirt(or was it a shirt?). And I have felt the love and affection that those people had for me. And even today (ignoring the occasional shunning by some friends due to my extraordinary ability and affinifty to PJ's and i have willingly let one or two of them slip through in this blog) I know that I have more number of people that will wet my t-shirt this year..and even I am ready to pay back the honours to quite a few guys (unfortunately no girls).
But seriously after these three years at NITRkl i have lost some things but gained a lot. I have come closer to realise what kinda a creature I am( and some people decide even that for me...) and i have quite a big bunch of guys(rather creatures) whom i can call friends and whenever i will be in trouble and I look back over my shoulder I will have these friends waiting to help me out.(now guys since i have praised u in public please dont let me down).
And next time we sit for a chit chat about our golden times...i will have a spicy soup of my own to serve all.....

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