Dirty Game…Nicely played…

Editorials that I’ve been reading lately term it as a dirty mind game…for decorating their subject matter with jugglery of words I guess…


So, Politics it is…and RAAJNEETI showed it well…following all rules (of the game).


Intermixing the stories from Mahabharata, Gandhi family’s history and the M.P. politics, Prakash Jha has successfully shown not so much about what was, but about what is, and what actually should have been…


While showing the political journey of Samar(Ranbir Kapoor), he has shown a blend of ego conflicts, clashing interests, savagely bloodshed and an intelligent guy’s moral values in an advanced state of decay…


An excellent piece of work after a very long time and absolutely mind boggling due to expected, yet dramatic series of events which unfold as the movie proceeds…


To quote a dialogue of Nana Patekar from the movie: Raajneeti mein faisale sahi ya galat nahi hote.Unka mol to bus maksad poora karne ke liye hota hai.Chahe jaise bhi ho. 

"There is no right or wrong in politics.Sometimes to make peace you have to fight a war."

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…"

I, Me with Myself...

On a beautiful star studded night, I raised my face heavenwards and closed my eyes...quite,calm,cool winds which, kind of symbolize Bangalore's awesome weather were breezing through my face making me completely lost in myself... :)


And then, as is evident, as a kind of reflex action, I started thinking...about those 5 months of slumber, about my journey from Gurgaon to Bangalore...about the sudden discoveries of sooo many facts about the human-cosmos that they kind-of bombarded my small confused mind...about all good and bad things Banglore has taught me in past one month...I'm suddenly finding myself wary of what was behind me and what lay ahead...The sense of revival is exciting and yet so frightening...But bravo! its still inspiring belief...even after I flunked in first two exams at Accenture...lolz...
One month after this much awaited journey, I'm actually finding my spirits rising again from where they had been moribound for too long, may be because of too much of homesickness...and I again find myself searching for my niche here in this all-so-strange land...


With all these good thoughts, I opened my eyes, determined to keep aside all the hate I've developed for Bangalore n South India in past one month...believing that the question of belongingness( to north/south india) will soon fade away when I'll start believing in my own adroitness of believing in all beautiful things...to wherever they belong to...


P.S: Someone was expecting something on "New girl in the city" or "Life in Bangalore"???

Somethings that matter...

Some doggedly settled fogs refuse to vanish,

Some drowsy dreams refuse to perish.

Some awaited springs now disoblige,

Some winter winds condole this plight.

Some clocks forget their tick-tock-tick's,

Some lamps still burn with exhausted wicks.

Some booms and dooms sound all the same,

Some barren lands have none to blame.

Some fissures of earth still wait for rains,

Some adamant wills still fight these pains.

Some morose tempers find their stay,

Some stubborn hopes still fight dismay...

P.S: Some author of Some book I read Sometime said- " End...when it comes, remains the only solution possible"...

I guess...it also remains the best solution possible...

Oasis

I’m not reporting from there…I’m searching for it, the oasis…In fact; we are all searching for it… (me and my friend…”many-of-my-classmates” to be precise)…while traveling through innumerable mirages….n since it sounds so difficult, it’s actually coming out to be really difficult…

Time is counting down and we, exhausted creatures, are still searching, while there’s no visible result and seemingly…no escape...

Questions are haunting us and we go absolutely aghast at the very notion of facing them (How is life going? What are you doing these days? Got the call? But they’ve started the process, haven’t they? But you must plan an option…) while we know the inescapable answers…

Intuitions of our own fate have failed us and our monopoly on our own lives is slipping away rapidly from our very hands…

Even the cause and effect relationship is loosing its universal appeal, leaving us pondering over no visible cause of somewhat catastrophic effect (EXAGGERATIONS…I know)…

The future aspects are not even walking lamely towards some goal, but are floating blindly….as even walking needs a solid ground!

WHY’s are screeching through silences and WHAT’s visit occasionally, that too, packed safely inside doubtful struggles… HOW-THE-HELL’s have lost their grasp on reality and for TILL-WHEN, nobody is in a position to give even a snobbish answer…

That’s how things are going…

But still, we are searching…for an OASIS… with undimmed hopes and seemingly unstoppable will…to smile, to laugh out loud enough for us to listen atleast…with a belief…that we’ll find the OASIS someday, against all odds…

God Bless!

These clouds will soon roll by

You try and try with all your will...
Still, You must permit some blood to spill...

There's a life all alone inside the dust storm
There's life trying to erode all barriers
There's a life trying to search its own bumped-off zeal
while struggling to pay its own arrears

There's a land where hopes visit only as clouds
There's a land on despairs curvature
There's a land where dejection lurks as ghosts
n faith rottens as old furniture

There's a soul having no time to dream
just wondering how to fight
There's soul struggling for mere existence
ignoring how its right

There's a flower mourning its crushed up tuft
n cries n waves to beautiful springs
There's a flower leaving its charm n grace
surviving over the brink

(But...{thankfully, there's always a BUT :-) })

There's a monk who says there'll be dawn
dont panic, dont fear, dont cry,
There's a monk who smiles at this crisis of life
"These clouds will soon roll by"

P.S : It was painful...really...searching for a ray of smile on the very beautiful face of "the laughing beauty"...