The Protagonist...

On a momentous occasion

of hollow staring at the mirror,

It was an optical illusion,

or an underlying terror…

She got harder and harder

drowned into her thoughts,

Secrets eked out on face,

Alas! she’s caught…

As oblivious as always

& ostracized as a crook,

Albeit enforced soul searching,

She’s taken to the truth…

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Since I’m the master of my ideas,

and a preacher of my goals,

I’m solely accountable

for the shackles of my soul …

& since I could never find the difference,

between the rose thing and a mallow,

destiny is hitherto unresponsive

& in random thoughts I still wallow...

I’m feeble minded and I fail

In the political bargaining,

I’ve a house built on sand

& cats and dogs it’s still raining…

Though somebody is a mentor,

& though I’m part of a throng,

I’m still the one who should answer

For all that goes wrong…

& since I know I’m the cause,

Inevitably I get the crux,

I’ve nothing (no one) to blame

"Injustice of fate” or “the butchery of luck”…

P.S. Another rainy day with yet another set of weird realizations…

(A friend from Kanpur explained- We don’t use “I” in verbal communication because it symbolizes “EGO”)…

Its raining!

Accenture shuttle, window seat, Bangalore’s evening weather (RAINS…), and END OF the DAY…

Bliss…

Absolutely perfect for restarting a long (very long indeed) forgotten passion…


So here I go…this time, not with my dear diary and some pen gifted by my teacher or classmate, but with my cell phone, gifted last month, to me by myself…(A bit of pride and loads of cheers :-) )…


It’s raining heavily now…drenching every leaf…Beautiful…:-)

I so much love rains…n I’ve had a lot of it (in fact, enough of it) here in Bangalore…It’s like, it rains almost every evening…jumbling my mind with ideas…Ideas, which have been cluttering my mind since ages, but could never exactly come out in full zoom as it hardly rains in Gurgaon. Except, of course, a few downpours in July or August…as if rains also need a reservation…lolz…


So the reason why all the good and bad ideas are confronting me now is simply that: it’s raining badly n excess of anything is dangerous…rite?


Anyways…the jumbled thoughts are related to two well known ideas about rains…spread by some saint(s). One is, it rains, coz its God’s way to shower his blessing on mankind…This, I’s told by my friend’s Grandpa when I’s really small. Later on, (when I grew up a bit and) I thought about it, I found it logical also, Gods Actually shower their blessings in the form of rains as our agriculture is still so much monsoon dependent…


But then, the latest understanding of rains, (which I really doubt should be given by some saint) says: It rains so that the miserable humankind can hide its tears amidst raindrops…n really, this one also sounds somewhat logical, may not be as good (rather feel good) as the first one, but still, understandable…

And then, as I’ve said, it rains daily in Bangalore…it seems like ages since I’m witnessing this phenomenon, of daily rains, making this city watery ,reducing the visibility like anything n making me utterly confused n wondering, whether I’ll look foolish, standing all alone in rains, joining my hands in prayer to receive the blessings of dear God???... And then, I prefer an act of self denial…


And so, I’m standing in the balcony of my flat, all dry, while it’s still raining heavily outside, relishing only the cool breeze…and now I’m told, a CYCLONE is going to hit south India…as if rains were not enough to create confusionz…


P.S: I’m going to a farewell party of a friend. He’s got some project in Mumbai. He called me up yesterday and I said…”Congrats yaar, and take care... I’m told it rains harder in Mumbai…"