The Journey

As he lay, his body torn,

Wounds filled with shrapnel

heart turned to stone.

The chaos around him, had ceased to last

after seconds before a call had come to pass.

A call he made to his mother of 18 years.

He knew not why, she was moved to tears.

The same mother who once threw him out,

the day that she and her father had found out.

"Such hypocrites they are", thought the man.

"The lessons they taught me were lines in the sand,

washed away by the tide in which I was cleansed.

What I then saw of the world...." his thoughts stopped, tensed.

He looked around, saw a girl in the train.

The same one from the day before, his face strained.

She looked at him now, her face a sad story.

"How many meals would she be denied?" No honour, no glory.

Every one around had a different face,

Some happy or sad, some filled with grace.

"Everyone has their story to tell,

who am I to blow them to hell?"

With twenty seconds left, he knew there was no time

He had a decision to make, before his clock would chime.

"God would not create so many stories,

had he not wanted to finish them all.

The decision is not mine, nor the Mullah Omar's.

He has misheard the word of God, or misled,

I wish I realized sooner, then I would not have bled.

I would still be with my family back home,

not throw out, living the life of the proverbial dog looking for his bone.

I will do one thing hopefully to set things right!"

He flew off the train, jumped with all his might.

The second he hit the ground, the bomb went off

He thought he had done good, saved a lot of lives,

But it seems the poor fool did not realize.

On a platform he jumped at Dadar West,

230 people had met their Deaths.......

Disclaimer:- This was written in 10 minutes completely out of my imagination. Yes, it's fictitious and I don't really think a suicide bomber would get a change of heart in the last 20 seconds but when you have someone lecturing during a training session in office, a lot of really really messed up shit enters your head. Might as well make the most out of it and write a poem eh?

A swirling vortex......

Sleep is optional. Lack of it is a hallucinogen. Something else that works as well though, is a fully loaded mind. Ever had one of those experiences where you just stare off in space, blank as a sheet of A4 paper before it enters the printer? And at the end of it, that's just what's happening, you're blank. In your head is this swirling maze of issues, none of which are getting resolved or even close to getting resolved, and you can't fucking figure out which one you're thinking about at that second, or which one you were thinking of 10 seconds before. The worst part of it is, it just appears in flashes, long enough to keep you staring at space for a long long time..

So I sit down, open my laptop screen, stare blankly for 2 minutes wondering what the fuck I want to do? Which issue I want to think about? What I want to write about? Whether I should get to work on that project, that assignment, that article, wonder about what I should have done when, what went wrong where? And it starts again, Stare off into space, start listening to Pink Floyd, that soother of our oft childlike and confused souls. Start remembering the last time I got high, laugh about that, but then it's a flash again before the next thought replaces it in the vortex..

They say that when you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. IF that is the case, someone give me immortality. It's too confusing to sit and sift through all this shit without understanding where and what to think of at one time!

That's been me, for the past 1 and a half hours, I get like this sometimes, gets triggered by anything, but more particularly by a sudden spurt of activity in an otherwise dull monotonous life. Some people might even care to call it trauma. Too strong a word perhaps, probably might settle down any time between the next 5 minutes to the next 5 months.

But till whenever it does settle, I need my anaesthesia, bring on the Music...

Blur

Your heart pounds, your ears throb, you eyes are almost closed, you can feel the wind making you feel light, heady. You don't know what's left, right, right ahead or what you left behind. You forget the past, the present, future. You forget all about classes. About the lectures you've bunked, about what you want to eat, about the cigarette you smoked, the whiskey from last night, the chick from 3 ks behind, the girl you broke up with, the place you're going. All you can concentrate on is nothingness. It's obscure. It doesn't exist. The very fabric of life unfolds in front of you. You see god, you feel the glory of heaven and the fury of hell all at once. You want to think of a song to sing, but nothing comes to mind. A movie to remember but all goes blank. You become an ascetic, everything is a blur and yet so much more clear... Everything is oblivion. Reality as you know it, ceases to exist.... On a bike beyond the 100 barrier.... :)

Darkness.......

It exists,

in life and in death

darkness in life hath no name,

t'is never spoken of, never known

in death it is but death itself..

What an age we live in, where foes,

can do nothing but smile and pose..

Where concealment is now a virtue, never a sin.

Where the truth and lies live together as kin...

Evil and goodness, are now in the same mark,

my question to you is, in the light or in the dark?

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:P, a random collection of words.. it's exam time, go study....

This is Freedom of Press?

Journalism:- The occupation of reporting, writing, editing, photographing, or broadcasting news or of conducting any news organization as a BUSINESS.

This is a country where truth counts for nothing anymore. This is one of those countries where no-one knows what really happened, where journalists who shed tears win awards, where opinions are treated as final word, where the media is a primetime soap opera. We live in a society, biased and opinionated, where the media is the new law. Broadcasting sentiments, it is simply a new way for television to lease advertising space. If we live in a society that is truly by the people, for the people and of the people, let the people decide for themselves what to ascertain from the facts. Is it possible that freedom of press is going too far? When the press endanger lives, invade privacy, form sentiments based on which side they support? How can we even decide anymore what’s right and what’s wrong? When we live in a hypocritical society that is “free” and is still spoon-fed opinions by “leading news channels”? Do we really need this anymore? It’s all just a business, run by corporates only hoping to get trp’s, making us live in this zeitgeist. India, and all the other countries in the world, wake up! This is the information age, this is an age where some goon sitting in the USA knows when a Chinese guy’s searching for tank man, relays it to china who promptly make him disappear to work in a paddy field for the government. This is an age where terrorists from “Third world nations” can access technology, get a map of Washington DC and blow it up. Do we really need this anymore? Do we need media moguls governing our actions? If this is a democracy, where am I? A small plea to every budding journalist out there. You’re job is simple, relay facts, let people decide for themselves. We’re sick of sensationalization, of suicide cases of 15 years ago, of journalists giving commentary of anti-terror operations and endangering lives. We’re sick of all of you messing with our lives, our privacy and our sense to deduce things. We don’t want you to try to rule our lives, we don’t want you to tell us that Sania Mirza’s engagement was broken off in the headlines of the newspaper. We want to know the news, not the drama of the lives of people that actually have them. To every anti-communist that exists in the world, congratulations, you’ve just woken up to your worst nightmare. This time, it isn’t Mao, Che or the CPIM. Welcome to the media!

Ah, the hypocracy of democracy...

"What do you do, when you're world opens up?

What do you do, when you're free to express yourself?

What do you do, when you feel empowered enough to represent the people?

What do you do, when you know in your words, there lies strength?

What do you do, when you have the power to change what you need to?

What do you do, when you have a voice, the power to be heard?

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What do you do, when it's all taken away?

What do you do, when the same people that gave you that voice, stab you in the back?

What do you do, when you're closed, shut out from the world?

When you're constrained, and can't write for what you believe in anymore?

The sheep cries to alert the others against the wolf, not to lead the wolf to the sheep's den....

R.I.P.

I am "The Procrastinator"

Astala-XP baby!! For those of you who did not understand that lame attempt at humour, it ws supposed to be a take on the Terminator and his most famous line. Yes, holidays are here again, and as usual, i am stuck in a conundrum of what to do. That's when I came upon a suitable epitaph. And for those of you who are querying my sudden use of high fangled jargon, it is merely due to the fact that i'm extremely bored, and trying to find out the meaning of words using google as my dictionary. As you can clearly see, I am but the very definition of procrastination itself. Given below are the top 10 things you can do to wile away your time on one of those lazy one month vacations.

1.) Throw a ball and watch your canine companion run and fetch it, then throw it again marvelling how easy it is to live a dog's life.

2.) View a cinematograph that you have already witnessed umpteen number of times not because of it's feel good factor, or academic/social relevance, but because it has a gratuitous serving of violence and language that isn't particularly well-received at su casa, oh yeah, and for some reason, the movie is also shit funny.

3.) Saw wood, feel a stupor for the sole reason that you slept too much, and then saw wood again.(for those of you who didn't get the Saw wood part, refer a thesaurus)

4.) My personal favourite, go ring your neighbour's doorbell and run away, if your gods are with you, you'll overhear him expostulating/execrating/"having an interesting discussion" with your household telling them to beware the psychopathic "door-bell ringing loony on the loose".

5.) Give your puppy whose teeth are just growing(ouch!) a newspaper and watch that little sucker go! (Particularly enjoyable for those who like to watch rampant destruction)

6.) Try to hypnotize yourself, get bored that it isn't happening and then fall asleep. Upon waking up, brag to your friends that you were successful, but forgot that you're supposed to give a command which you couldn't have done because you were asleep.

7.) Scheme up plans for getting treats from friends who unfortunately try to do the same thing.

8.) Try to play a very difficult guitar solo even though you know it's hopeless. (More time gets wasted on this than any other activity i swear, it's been 7 months at least, and i still can't play stairway to heaven's solo properly... Or for that matter, any solo properly!!)

9.) Write a blog, google up difficult words and then substitute them wherever possible.(At least till point number 5, then get bored and write point 10)

10.) Enjoy people's comments.

Till the next time i procrastinate, cheerio..