Sunday, January 6, 2013




I hope not that you appreciate the plot of this story and say that it was brilliant. I just hope that you do a little introspection before you decide on letting the hateful hatred enter your lives.
So the tell tale of a little birdie…here goes…

There was this beautifully woven weaver bird nest, in the jogger’s park, in the middle of some city, bustling with life. And there lived a cute little birdie, Chirpy with her loving father and caring mom. Chirpy used to chirp on and on and sing beautiful songs of melody, in the morning for the wise elderly joggers who wake up early morning in brahma muhurat to watch the sun rise and shine above mother earth and in the evening for cute little kids who enjoyed a ride on various swings in the park. The old watchman of the park was also the supervising gardener and he loved and cared for the park like his very own home. So every flower was always smiling and grass remains always green. Dew drops in the morning bathe the park into freshness.
But since change is all that actually gives life its meaning and only bad times can make the good ones worth their goodness, there came a proposal to the city municipality to dismantle the Joggers Park setting to allow room for another residential society. Suddenly everyone was talking about it. Brave little creature as she was, she decided to face the situation head on. That same evening she asked her dad. “Papa, can I go search another tree for us until the order finalizes. I am big enough to fly long distances now.” Papa got all scared, but came off better of his doubts and allowed her to go. She’ll have to move out one day anyway…
So long she flew; to unknown distances…till winters came and started showing its effect in late evenings…she sat on a tree to relax a little bit… Of tiredness of flying so much first time in her life, she quickly fell asleep under the shade of that old shady banyan tree. The cool breeze caressed her like her mom’s loving touch and she dreamt of her home again, playing sun n shade with her friends... She was smiling in her dream. It was a peaceful slumber. She slowly opened her eyes and to her horror a group of huge beaks and gray bodies was staring on her. She got terrified and started fluttering her wings just-outta-sleep. And then she found herself in midst of darkness. It was Johnny, the vulture folding his wings around her. After 5 minutes of struggle with her little wings, she finally gave up. Johnny took her to his treehole.
“Make yourself comfortable” he said, and went out. After some time he came back with a leafcup of some brown liquid and some worms. “Here, have it, you look hungry and worn out. This will make you warm”. Chirpy was terrified of this huge creature and of course she was hungry. But there was no way she could accept that unknown stuff she was being offered. “I’m sorry I eat only grains that mummy brings and water from the park pond. Johnny smiled, “Okay! So what are you doing here?” Isnt it time for you to be home?” “I’m searching for a new tree for my family to migrate on. I took on the responsibility” Chirpy replied. “RESPONSIBIITY!!! You throw big words indeed”, Johnny ridiculed. “So you decided to search all by yourself in the big city. That’s SOMETHING for a tiny creature like you.” Anyways, I like your spirit. I can help you if you want. This tree I’ve my treehole on, you can build your nest here.  It’s slightly out of the town so city pollution doesn’t bother you. It has got many empty treeholes also and it’s cool and comfortable here. AND you never run out of food supply for they have the cremation ground nearby.
Chirpy of course hated him. God! A cremation ground! How can someone possibly put up with the stink!
 So off she flew again to unknown distances to search for a place. But all the city trees were all occupied. Not a branch left for her family to weave their nests on. So, defeated and disgusted she flew back to Johnny’s tree. It was evening time and all the vultures were off to cremation ground for supper. Johnny was just bringing back food for dinner.
Watching Chirpy again, he felt a strange sense of happiness and relief. Ever since the little bird was gone he found himself worried for her well being. How will the little creature fight the cruel world. On the other hand Chirpy felt a vomiting sensation just looking at the blood stained piece of meat Johnny bought for dinner. Watching her discomfort, Johnny took the piece away.
Not having any other option, Chirpy decided in her mind to live on one of the treeholes for some time herself before deciding on a complete migration with family. “You are most welcome little one” Johnny greeted with a smile. And for that moment, Chirpy loved that smile of acceptance.
Night fell and all the vultures gathered at the widest trunk for dinner and the brown liquid Johnny bought for Chirpy the other day . Johnny introduced chirpy to his friends and they all greeted her nicely. But, the smell of flesh and the brown liquid was killing her. On another tree some bats were hung upside down. A stray dog was weeping at a distance. All this was horrific for the little bird. She excused herself and went off to Johnny’s place.
Poor thing, she tried to sleep but even sleep won’t come to her eyes today. She pondered over the horrific scene.
It’s a disgusting life. Feeding on dead creatures. And that brown liquid. It seems to have strange effect on these birds. They howl like idiots in the dead of the night. Jump like maniacs on branches. And hang upside down. Like they have no right minds at all. Nights are supposed to be slept peacefully and to dream of beautiful fairyland with cherries and toffees and chocolate rivers. These people suck…Eh! If I continue living with them, I’ll soon become one of them. Oh God, my throat is so dried up. No hope of finding water here. So she found courage to go out again. She flew around the tree for some time with no luck. Being too scared to go far away from the tree, she decided to seek little help from Chizzy, Johnny’s friend.
 “Can I get some water.”
 Yeah sure. Lets go to my treehole and get some for you.”

Chizzy was a nice, good natured bird. One of those who treat their guests in silver cutlery. She lived alone in her treehole. She offered Chirpy the luxury of her well managed treehole to spend the night.
Chirpy felt comfortable with Chizzy in a strange sisterly way. Conversations started rolling.
“Chizzy, I’m so scared. And this tree is full of bad dirty vultures. When there is so much food grain to feed all of us, the why do you feed on dead people? It’s so disgusting. Why you guys choose this life? When there is a happier and easier way to have food and fun. You don’t have to do this. You seem nice. Come with me. With some effort we can find another tree near some farm in some village. I sure can’t live here and neither think a nice bird like you should get ruined in such a bad place.

Chizzy smiled and fluttered her wings… “Oh dear little one, I appreciate your concern for me.” But I pity your immaturity of judging things like this.  
It’s not always a matter of being good or bad you know. It’s just a matter of choice and what comes to you naturally. Fun can mean different things to different people. Do you wonder why certain people do or don't do certain things? These questions will serve as your guide.  The way people think, feel, react, and behave also are depended upon life experiences. They feel different emotions because they have felt this emotional happiness or sadness before. They think what is right and what is wrong because they have learned from past experiences. They react to different things because they experienced things that please them and the things that displease them. They behave in certain ways because they want to design their way of living into what they have admired from other people's lives.
You were raised in a protective atmosphere, where your parent created a shell of well being around you. And I was raised on this tree where I had to feed on dying and decaying to keep myself alive. I don’t mind that anymore. Infact I enjoy being like this and take pride in saying that I cleanse up the system. Forgetting ourselves at nights with this hot drink help us survive with our tough life. It’s a part of vulture’s culture and is our idea of fun. Sorry but you are no one to judge us. It’s just our way of life and it’s no less good then your way. It’s just different. And different does not mean bad in any way. Rising up in different cultures affects the developments of behaviors, feelings, personalities, and thinking. Their attitudes toward things are created and shaped as they experience different situations and by the ideas which they have gotten from their culture.
Chirpy understood. Having nothing to say and feeling too bad for being so incorrectly judgmental and mean, she fought her fears and flew back to her home. Her inability to fit in doestnt makes the vultures bad in any way. They have a part to play in ecosystem which is just different from her part. She had learnt her lessons. She understood what little Chintu was reading out from “Learnings from Constitution” chapter of his Civics book the other day. “Respect For All” …

Saturday, September 1, 2012

My(e)stique...

City lights blazing,
that Enormous charm...
Damp airs stroking, pulsating
Sentience lukewarm...

Clouds strolling & floating
lights throw back, reflect
Descending from heavens
deflections [Respect]...

Sleep deprived n weary,
Those eyes still exploring...
In want of these city lights
Sensations outpouring...

Its drizzling then raining,
wetting mountains and sands...
Waters seamless tie-making,
on these Mystique Islands... 



P.S. Pune Rains and City Lights...Continue to splash charms...

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Adieu Silliness... ;)


Searching and yearning...
M lost again in you…
Circumstances concerning…
What went off??? No Clue…


Probing and cursing
U instruct? You’re who?
Anxieties keep churning
Your mood swings turn blue…


Your conceit, my learning
On love still, cling to…
Wounds open, free burning
On that, dreams,  I brew…


Times happy so, back turning
Love n sweethearts anew
Anger heat so…scorching
It’s a lonely walk through….


Kiddo selves-ly returning
Trying n saving, fall through…
My judgments adjourning
M bidding adieu...


P.S. Badly Badly missing... Some parts of me...

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Ultimately it’s Fun…

I am marveling at the speed and numbers in which (seemingly?) problematic situations can attack you and pin down your ever-so-awesome and ever-so-appreciated survival instincts…So much so that you wonder, what-the-heck-to-write-about and worst, where-to-start…that too, on a blog where you’ve comfortably displayed something as (seemingly?) complicated as your life in cryptic metaphors…

So back…is me, not yet completely recovered from the after-effects of one of those dreaded monsters listed in the brochure of every medical insurance policy…(The eyuk- yellow fever)…stricken with fuming rebellion for bureaucracy…and though the doctor suggested a cool atmosphere and cool eating habits, I’m still dwelling in the hot waves of egos inflated beyond logical explanations… (read health issues, cheating in an  important exam result for which the fight is still going on and flat-mate problems resp…)

Tastes bitter…not just the doctor-advised meals n medicines for jaundice, but also the realization that we live amidst a non-rational race of most, if not all homo-sapiens…People who were unfortunate enough not to be born with inbuilt balances where they could weight rights and wrongs separately and then take a right call…based on (righteousness? lets forget it) whatever but extreme selfishness and egocentricity…

Good news is...these realizations improve your immunity…you no longer fall prey to anger, which our sacred saints called the most awful enemy of mankind…but you pity those who are continuously striving towards making the planet such a horrible place to live in for themselves first, and then for others…

And one fine day you realize that your experiment with pitying has become fun…when the other person is fuming with anger you are simply rolling on floor laughing…when health issues consume you, you smile n say…"So finally I’ve done it! My managers are left with no more excuse to cancel my leaves…Cheers!!!"...And even when something as catastrophic as blasts and political gamble to the loss of entire country happens, you simply shrug your shoulders off n say…It happens, Shit happens...

P.S. My respect for Aamir khan has increased multifold, Satyamev Jayte truly superbly inspires…An awesome assignment…
P.P.S. Strange how many weird things can make you happy (Happy?)…

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Awaiting (The Dawn)…


Not to mention, dusk hours they were…She was finally up after that oh-so-refreshing slumber of 16 hours on her favorite red linen bed sheet and the not-so-comfy PG bed, custom made enviably comfortable by adding piles of cushions and pillows…

She no more LOVED the evening like she used to…There was no more fun in waiting for dusks, no one left to compare the color of them with her complexion, no one to make the music play to the tunes of happiness, no one to let her drown her worries with the flow of alcohol, no one to plan the PARTY for the night…those beautiful bottles worth growing lots of money plants in them, lay there, absolutely wasted, trapped in her almirah, hopelessly awaiting return of her joyful self, much like herself…

Dusk hours passed by, thinning the brightness and the relaxed skin of her forehead into contracted random lines of worries…For once, she thought a simple text will do… “hey, so you don’t even have time to ask how am I feeling now? Do you even remember I wasn’t well?” But, realized soon after, all he could do was to tell her “Take Care”… Ultimately, SHE’s gonna be the one taking all the care. Care, to make herself feel special before her very self, Care to exclaim to her own delight, everything is alright, Care to make her presence felt…

Images of those mirages called relationships floated before her eyes as the sun made its final appearance below the Pune clouds. Getting better of the inactivity, she finally opened the good old laptop, skimmed through some old pics, old comments on facebook before picking up his call… and soon after some “I wonder where is it going?” “I’ve no clue whats going to become of my life.” “Please yaar, cut the crap, I’ve office to attend tomorrow”…” GoodNight!!!”… She lay there again, peacefully not with dreams but with apprehensions of unforeseeable tomorrow…

“I cant ever rise so early in the morning” she says…I sincerely believe, one fine day she would love to acknowledge the rising and shining of the Sun, the Mighty God with all its valor…the novel beginnings of all so amazing days…so that when it dusks and nights, she sleeps off with beautiful memories of days worth spent with…
  
P.S. I started off to write a short story….dunno why, how, it shaped up to a depressing scribble…

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Flow in our veins…


Swelling congenialities…
Rowdy Arrogance…
Deprived of its soul…
still struggling perseverance….  

Affluent, educated,
so shamelessly sane…
Perceptions of drifts,
we hopelessly tame …

Communal fatigue,
Droopy responses…
Haunting why-the-heck’s  
Worth taken those chances???

Soughing intelligence,
restless populace…
Go-getter’s wretched dearth...
No truth hath no face…

Paralyzed poises galore,
Depleted campaigns…
Bloodsucking let-it-be’s
flow in our veins…

P.S. Someone please explain, How n Where the heck has the BIG BIG Anti-Corruption Campaign gone?
 

Sunday, January 1, 2012

To Gala Merriments …

A very Happy New Year Guys... :-)

Hope you’ve all activated your Send/Receive buttons this festive season, enjoyed the Christmas Gifts and now planning ahead of time by making endless (read useless ;) :P ) resolutions at the commencement of the New Year…

I truly believe life is a very beautiful journey and all of us, in some way or the other strive towards accomplishing the herculean pursuit of happiness…Some of us choose to call ourselves losers and some others find solace in being contented…Howsoever we may sketch the outlines of our own lives, whatsoever be our limitations, whensoever we may actually succeed, and whomsoever it may/maynot concern…This New Year, lets atleast TRY to forget all our worries, atleast TRY living for the moment, atleast TRY to make our dear earth a better place to live, atleast TRY to love our country more than our own selfish interests, atleast TRY to sometimes understand the elder generations point of view, atleast TRY to make someone feel blessed to have us, atleast TRY to make our own existence on the planet worthwhile…lets Smile, Laugh and party incredibly hard… Cheers!!!