Something Something... Whatever...

At times, there is this inexplicable feeling that you have to do something

the unrest, the drive that you need to do something, anything!

Is the unrest because you want to preoccupy your mind in something that you wanna do something or is it the other way round, that your mind is preoccupied with the thought of doing something.

You want to do something, to feel something and hence, want to do something towards that direction.

I am suffering  from precisely this very 'something' right now.

Though this is the Diwali season, i am not feeling a wee bit of diwali festivities. I have forgotten even the count of years when i last blew crackers; we don't decorate our home much (and I being a boy doesn't help my parents in that either!).

This year, we are also not going anywhere to distribute gifts so its pretty much not the kind of diwali we used to have, and its not like we have lavish ones even when we do... but something is still strange about this time.

There is such a gentle breeze these days, and the sun-kissed hazy mornings. Such a pleasant weather goads me to go out, enjoy the sun, be with friends and friendships.

What these gentle breezes and festivities are doing is that they are providing a conducive environment to take a step back and put on a thinking cap on my knees :D

When you realize that you cant have something, but you need it badly, you start romancing with the idea of not having it and yet having it in order to improvise and tell the mind that you are better off not having it!

It is this romancing that adds a spark!
Romancing with this uncertainty, this pleasure in pain,
this yearning and dislike for the very same thing, is something conflicting in essence, complimenting otherwise and gratifying in the weirdest possible way.

 lets see how long it lasts..
And who knows, i might end up getting it... ;)

End (of) the Occupation - 2011 09 23 CSC

I really dont know what to say. it had been such a wonderful journey, 

and yet the end was so unusual, however, thankfully peaceful.

There were a lot of things i wanted to say,

a lot of things i wanted to do...

"हजारों ख्वाहिशें ऐसी कि हर ख्वाहिश पे दम निकले
बहुत निकले मेरे अरमाँ, लेकिन फिर भी कम निकले..."

This was the first among the several literary pieces that i came across
during my tenure in CSC. And to this date, it remains,
ever so naive, ever so resonating, ever so true.

I always believed, and told Medha, that i had a better time here than college, and Medha was a big reason who made it possible. With her, we used to feel right at home in WikonnecT.

A home away from home...

there was time, when i used to eagerly look up to joining office on Monday.

our friendly night outs,
our movies during day time,  

our lunches,
our dumb charades,

our 'high' teas ,

our HCFs,

our pizza huts,

our straws,

our walks,

our ebony and ivorys'

our "chutki's"

our group chats,

our con calls.

the bike rides,

the car journeys,

the long talks,

the screaming silences,

the winding roads,

the silly traffic,

the stupid thoughts,

the serious talks,

all the mistakes,

all the pardons,

all the forgivers,

all the sinners,

forgiven, yet not forgotten,

forgotten, yet not forgiven,

the good times seem so distant,

a weary eyed memory searching for mirrors,

a lot of things i have said,

a lot of things i can't,

Friends came and friends went,

all that remained are memories...

Its not people who are remembered.

Whats remembered are their actions, 

their words,

their deeds

I thank my friends for understanding me,

at times bearing me,

giving me such a special part in their lives.

I hope I have been able to make a difference for good...

"Pehle phursat thi ab hasratein samaakar  
Ek aaisi uljhan hain meri
Khud chalkar rukta hu jaha jis jagah par
Ek aaisi sarhad hain meri
Kehne se bhi main darta hoon
Apno ki dhun mein rahta hoon 
Kar kya sakta hoon

De sakta hoon main thoda pyar yahan par,
Jitni haiseeyat hai meri.
Reh jaaun sabke dil mein dil ko basakar
Ek aaisi niyat hai meri
Ho jaye to bhi raazi hoon.
Kho jaaun to main baaki hoon.
Yun samajhta hoon.

Mera na koi hai pata iss jagah
Yun to hai mera yeh jahan
Laya kya maine kab mera hai yahan par
Shaayad ho pehle se basta basa sab yahan..."

That Girl in Yellow Boots

Its a twisted tale of a city's underbelly exposing the rotten and the mundane.

Its a tale of a girl - the kind of things she has to compromise to get what she wants.

Its a mockery on the society, displaying how even the most puerile of tasks corrupts you in the process of fulfilling itself.

Its the story of a girl who risks everything to find answers to a questions nobody seems to be raising.

And the movie is different because she is shown to be hit by reality, rather than a fitting ending.

Its the story of a pair of boots that go all around the place,  to get what they want.

Who is Anna Hazare ?

A lot has been said and read about Anna Hazare and i am sure people have dug every little bit of detail about his life.
But in this detail, we tend to miss out on the bigger picture, the higher persepective, the sanctimonious view :-

So who actually is Anna Hazaare ?

Anna is a man unscathed by money
Anna is a man inimitable in honesty and dedication to nation
Anna is a man who has rid himself of the fear to lose anything and everything.

Anna is the embodiment of the fruit of sacrifice
Anna is a life conferred with the power of truth
Anna is a true follower of Gandhi fighting against the monarchy breed-ed by Gandhi's

Anna is the voice of those who can't speak
Anna is the eyes of those who can't see
Anna is the ears of those who cant hear
Anna is the hand of those who cant act

It was only befitting, that the battle went to the 'Ramleela ground' - a sacred stage, a witness for the timeless battle between bare-footed truth against chariot-ed evil.

Anna is the fear of a man unparalleled.
Anna is not a man of flesh anymore...

Anna is ANNA HAZAARE - the Voice, the Movement, the Precipice

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A Thought

It will be the words of a song that will not be sung,

a poem that will not be written,
a book that will not be opened,

a dream that will not be woken up to,
a nightmare that will not be slept to,

a smile that will not be shared,
a tear that will not be wasted,

a gift that will not be given,
a surprise that will not be expected,

a joy not to be blamed on,
a sorrow not to be awarded from,

a truth not to be lied again,
a lie not to be made true again,

it will be the words of a song.....

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