The Song of the Wind…

Initially I thought, its going to be a poem…but its not…and definitely not a microblog or simply a twitter update…nah…its somewhere in between I guess…and in the title, I specifically mean SONG and not melody…A song has the liberty of having many moods to it…while a melody has to be sweet, always (or atleast that how I think it is)…

So, this particular song, over the last weekend was almost certainly melodious to begin with…atleast till the time it was playing on my lips, while I’s flying with my Activa on (almost over and above) Pune roads…reaching every corner, from temples to markets to street vendors of cute junk jewelry  to coffee shops…

Three days of overtly shown and proved liberation they were…that feeling new and fresh…

But then, when has complex minds as human beings, accepted and approved of something as simple as “feel-good is equivalent to happiness”? Every such statement comes with clauses…some hidden, some obviously obvious and some which lead to painful implication to tenses, especially future…We just don’t approve of anything just like that…We have an eerie ability to question everything…let alone those explanations to the rest of the world, your own self stands beside you and starts questioning…and irritating as they may be, but the questions are generally fair and logical…and if you are not in a habit of living in illusions, you find it very difficult to answer them all…

So this time the questions were on very existence, the kinds which hurt the most…So, this is how you think how simple things can be? You, your self, your Activa, your songs, and empty roads and you driving that fast and free and safe too?  Whatta foolish immature thought!

And then those suggestions… Come outta it dear…from the post dusk darkness to the dawning truth…oh the timeline hurts! It may come sooner than you think…when the feel good about yourself disappears, don’t make it the habit that hurts…Dont let a pebble stir the stagnant waters and create waves…generalize things…move slowly with the rest of the world…with publicly accepted terms of living…and then…get going!

I’ve no answers except for one…about the stagnant waters…

If you throw a pebble in stagnant waters, it’ll create waves no doubt…But what if the water is flowing so fast that it doesn’t mind even rolling stones?   

(acting on) Impulse...

Chaos, High Drama,

a bevy of thought,

Odd moments of terror,

barren chambers to rot...

Moments of silence,

moments of screaming,

that moment of trial,

and boiling blood teeming...

Imprudent and stupid,

"Gone Crazy" they thought,

hitherto uncared for,

lone battle was fought...

Illusions and Figments,

probation was feared,

For frolic and disport,

friendships were geared...

Whats learnt is so precious,

from those forlorn battles,

Happy I did it,

acting on that impulse...

P.S. Friends...I love you all really...But, couldn't help this one... :(

Celebrated Delusions…

“Do not use mobile phones at this instance, keep your seatbelts fastened, don’t smoke blah blah blah and be seated”. The aircraft was about to take off. Cabin crew was preparing for take-off. I’s seated on 1F (THE window seat :) ) and both 1E and 1D were left unoccupied still. And then he entered… him, a white kurta-pajama clad man in his sixties…kind of people we’ve learned to hate these days…talking loudly over his blackberry..."thik hai, is Vishay me adhyaksh se baithak karke he antim nirnay liya jaega" and then he switched his phone off…I continued reading my novel while he dozed off…And then that neurotic neural activity got kick started in my mind… which is continuing in midst of crowd chanting slogans and in episodes, with each passing day of Anna Hazare’s fast…

In the quicksand of events all around me in NCR and all over India, all those concepts of democratic republic have sucked down, down into incomprehensible puzzlement …
 

Anna is INDIA…Anna is GANDHI…Anna is ANDHI…Anna, we are with you…

He is a neutron bomb…he really is…producing more neutrons…triggering a chain reaction…encroaching and invading the supreme symbol of sovereignty… THE Parliament… whose so called representatives have given away its public image as of no more than a mere symbol of subjugation after the great leaders arrest… demoing overtly the right part of Fundamental Rights…asking for an espousal of our own true freedom in the real sense of it…people are becoming a fan of his genuineness …getting inspired by his passion…have started believing in the very idea of emancipation...and after his eventual win…everyone is delighted, celebrating…it’s time to party…All Smiles… :)

Only thing is...What’s important? The End??? or the Means??? We won…yes…but watching the proceedings on Lok Sabha channel, listening to the speeches made by all party leaders, I think we could all clearly hear the unsaid portions of their opinion on the bill…"So now anybody can warn THE Parliament of fasting till death and we’ll HAVE TO pass any random bill, that too differentiated across multiple draft versions, in a jiffy, just like that??? Ridiculous…But still I and my party will support the bill with all three conditions laid by Mr. Hazare. Period. We are left with no other option anyways. Period. Please now plan some disaster-aftereffects-management strategy."

Its pending with the standing committee anyways and another drama is yet to be witnessed on Rajya Sabha channel also...

We still don’t know whether the bill will be finally passed in the same draft as suggested by Anna and even if it will, how well Anti corruption legislation can work in a country suffering from corruption for as long as 64 years…But it’s a clear win and we ARE all celebrating and we should and we wish Anna a good recovery and a healthy long life ahead…

Only thing is, we never thought we’ll have to fight another war of independence, that somebody will have to suffer like Gandhi Ji again, students will have to return degrees again and we’ll have to stuff jails again in protest of those WE ELECT, every five years… Kiran Bedi is right, Anna has become India, we are happy about it…but we thought India is a democratic country where legislature is made by representatives elected by people, so in effect, by people themselves…or atleast that’s what we still teach our kids in schools…

  

Insects and Parasites… (We, The People)

Terror struck, helpless and sailing through an endless existential crisis, is the very identity of every single Indian today… In a space of just 10 minutes, something from somewhere, like a big bang, without any warning signal, can cause mayhem to your otherwise smooth life and you have no choice but to let it happen to you once, twice, thrice…you lose count of how many times…

In spite of having crucial evidence at hand as early as February, western intelligence warning, a threat assessment of the same organization following same methods each time, on same dates, not even a single warning was issued, not even disaster management was geared up for…Intelligence failure they call it, making us the sitting ducks, only a few days after our PM dared to declare publicly that he’s no duck...

It has become a repeat telecast drama for terror organizations it seems…They enjoy watching it with a different twist each time…

Just”Yet again” as headline in bold is sufficient for a national newspaper to report to the whole world, (including those watching fashion shows), what exactly happened…Mumbai has become verified blast capital of India…over time and losses…

 It’s as good as anarchy and we are as good as insects…we elect a few among us to govern and to qualify to become parasites, to live on hospitality of ours and to suck the very soul of national pride…let alone the patriotic chauvinism, but even the trivial sense of security…

Undone...

Sleeping in, the lap of the shell

A zillion drops, left unshaped…

Resting in, the nadir of earth

That lump of soil, left unmade…

Mellowing in memories, random in diaries

So…so many thoughts, left unpaged

Still searching liberation, smashing these bars 

So…so many passions, left untamed

Unreachable distances, stretched till horizon

Still yearning for you, all unashamed…

Indifferent, impassive, apathy though hurts

Deeming your come-back, left unclaimed

Unaware Unawake into dreams encaged

Unbiased those feelings, left uncared…

Playing on lips, so tricky impossible,

Still some simple words, left unsaid…

P.S. Those are realizations while leaving Bangalore...while up I's going up above that world, into the black rain clouds...which, I believe, were the only things I managed to Love about that city...Thats so not true!!!

On the trail of novel beginnings...

So the time is…when you are supposed to be apprehensive about a new city/state, new project (read project manager) and strangers…And you are anxious about getting accommodation for yourself, unpacking your stuff and managing things in best possible way so that you get a niche at the new place…

They say all is well that ends well...I think, it’s incredible when something begins well...So, I’m transported!!!  to a Marathi land, where on the very first day of my arrival, I made some great discoveries…some really hardworking techies, a small cute workplace where everybody knows everybody, a cool lot of people who are determined to make new-joiners life easy, and the sense of inclusion… I must say, I am blissfully surprised by the last one…Smiles…

So, even before I could get my access card work for the new office, I’s told we are going for a trip…to Lonavala…Newer than the new joiners, I’s not sure how I’m going to enjoy the trip…But that thought soon got faded away in the rhythms of Antakshari songs (all the songs from movies released before any of us were born except for DK Bose of course)…

And then we landed…in between the streams of flowing waters...And then began my very first experience of rock climbing on a water trek…If you are following this blog regularly, you must be knowing that almost everything is figurative here… and sometimes it happens that I fail to understand the literal meaning of certain things while diving into the metaphorical meanings…So, I could have never thought that statements like these can have a literal sense…Nobody trips over mountains.  It is the small pebble that causes you to stumble.  Pass all the pebbles in your path and you will find you have crossed the mountain.

But you climb Lonavala water trek and you know what that actually means…

All done with the adventure, I’m back to new set of realizations…And here they are…I’ve crossed the mountain of apprehensions, bathed in the pool of waters shimmering with sunshine of a novel beginning…Cheers!!! 

Get-Goings...

I don’t mean the title literally…I’m extremely pissed off and sad and drowned deep into emotions/nostalgia… It’s only my “be-positive” dreamy self who has typed in those words…

They say you do not have your control on anything…Its all written…They also say Life Goes On…Move On...and that Reflections have no significance, they’re just shadows...
But I really doubt whether people who say such things actually ever confronted such situations as farewell, did they ever stored something as sweet as moments in their programmed memory chips… do they even realize that there are some people who make your so-called-pre-written fate and tough times easy going for you, who make you cherish the innocent laughter followed by those stupid jokes cracked on unbearable sarcasms of your life, who don’t even care to take your opinion on their oh-so-honest!!! attempts to make you smile even if it results in pissing you off even more…Do they know that after your life goes on without them and you move on, those reflections can haunt you and those shadows can cast darkness when you’ll start running towards mirage of success and achievements all alone…

I give a second thought to all the nonsense I’ve written above and feel extremely stupid and CHILDISH… Of course you need to move on…You can have a fun-filled adventurous journey only when you know more roads and meet more people and that’s only when you explore more…That’s what everyone should do…That’s what I do…Rock Ahead Guys!!! Smiles :) 

P.S: All that “They-say” is what I always counsel people who fall sick to nostalgia….eyuk!!!...But all that “I-really-doubt” is what I’m feeling somehow, since last two days…