Broken Tales (2)

Struggling with the heavy eyelids, he could finally open his eyes. His head hurt and felt like a heavy rock. His lips were dry. ‘What time is it?’ he wondered. Weakness was grabbing him all over. Unable to lift himself, he gave in to the dizziness again.

At the same time in some other part of the world, a girl was talking relentlessly. Her constant animated mannerism appeared funny to most. What was funnier was how she dressed herself at that time in the morning. Of course she was not going to party at that time, was she! She was lost in herself, it seemed. She did not care to move though. She couldn't anyway. Doctors and nurses listened to her blabber patiently.

While she was living through the last morning of her life, he swore to himself not to party hard again and rolled back to sleep.

The wonder that you are

I sense a shear surge of joy everytime I feel the salty breeze and the wriggling play of wet sand beneath my feet. I find it hard to resist the beckoning waves, it's as if they call out to me, to dance and play and to laugh and cheer with them. Sea fascinates me. It is this facet of nature that never fails to amaze me with its enormity.       

            

It’s not just the sand or water- if you want to wonder, you’ve got to experience all the facets of its beauty.

You have to jump in and play with the waves.

Feel the sun above while still in water and you’d never feel to curse it anymore.

Walk on the wet sand and look back to see your footprints.

Lay yourself down on the sand and gaze at the tiny ships sailing by.

Feel the breeze and see the waves all lit up at night.

Watch the sun rise above the horizon.

Pick a shell or two if you’d like.

Make memories.

As someone rightly said, ‘The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever’

Are you naive?

There’s a certain amount of elegance in your innocence

They deter the bad and laugh at them

You do neither

‘Coz you don’t know that the bad is really bad

And walk past it

There’s a certain amount of admittance too

This world will never be bad for you

As long as you don’t care to know

How much bad is really bad

Your innocence might just be the only hope,

This world is still clinging on to…

Broken Tales (1)

It was a cold, wintry night. Fog seemed to blur most of the vision. The man walked briskly with his hands kept inside his coat pockets. Suddenly he looked up, a moving shadow became visible in a distance. Probably of a woman, he thought to himself and kept walking. The figure moved nearer. Their eyes met. In that instance he knew he’d found her! The lady walked away without the slightest realisation. He was happy to see her again.

She reached to the door, opened and went in. Inside her house, she stood at the mirror, motionless. The half-blinded man and the blue hue of his eye didn’t go unnoticed. The blue eye that saw her after 10 years. The other one of the same pair has enabled her to see over the last 10 years! Now she knew, he was the one…

I wish...

I wish to retire from the towering odds of life

Let me get back to the child that was me

Who’d not hide her tears and laugh when tickled

And wish that she never grew up to be

The soul who suffers

For what cannot be hers,

Longs for a living

That never came into being

I wish to embrace this life once more

Thank her for all that I received

They made up for what I let go

With the last goodbye kissed...

Destiny

As written on 4.01.2009

Can memories be brighter than future

Can smile be larger than life?

Why can’t the tears dry forever

And happiness always thrive?

Can’t the dreams be built up again

Once they’re shattered?

Can all the hopes go in vain

If one goes unheard?

Why can’t a child smile

Over the lines of his poverty?

Why can’t the light fall

On the doors of his misery?

On the lines of a railway track

Moves a train which never rolls back

All the laughs and cries of so many

Written along by the wheels of destiny

Being Indian

Often I’ve wondered in my mind, what is so remarkable to be an Indian? ‘cause no matter how much we boast about it, one can’t keep those typical images off his mind- those of bustling crowd, poverty, street children, corruption, political unrest and the list goes on. They can definitely not make us proud to live in a country like this! So when you say you love India despite all these, either you are blinded by the love for your country or you are stupid. And at times I find it more relevant to call the people of India today as big stupid fools than the good-for-nothing, careless and all-enduring country-lovers, for apparently, you can’t love a country like this.  Or, can you?

        Well, let’s not go through the clichéd details of what our country had produced for over decades, where it could have reached had it not been ruled by foreigners for years or what great potential it holds to be the game changing nation in the next 50 yrs. Most nations possess their own heart-wrenching stories of past and heightened hopes for future. And odds are, India would probably take some more decades to make it to where we yearn to see her in. Truth is, we still remain a nation of constant foolery.

        Let’s hold onto that anger that is raging inside and face the bitter facts. Has it not been long enough to bask in our past glories? Isn’t it a shame for us all Indians to keep enduring whatever we find bad or unacceptable in our country? How often do you hear about a nation going hysterical about a particular sports icon where there are people dying out of hunger in the same? People worshipping movie stars like they are going to come down and feed their families! But then, there’s a bit more to that.

        You can understand India only if you have a deep sense of passion, endurance and liveliness. For a moment just stop being logical, ‘cause it’s beyond any explanation how thousands of Indians fight over religious issues while millions of them unite on the grounds of a cricket field cheering for their favourite sports stars; or how a Bollywood performance can bring ecstasy to some terminally ill patients. A single call of nation could drive thousands of untrained civilians of all ages to rise above all fears and give up their lives! Even in this 21^st century worshipping a particular God remains the biggest festival of the nation! India is a whole lot of drama and even more of craziness.

        It seems like India is still in her teenage while the rest of the world has grown up to get into the methodical middle-age life! Question is, when do we want this silly teenager to grow up? Never. Because consciously or subconsciously, we all have accepted this silliness as an inevitable mark of our ‘Indian’hood. So we keep nurturing it with great care. That may sound insane, but indeed a lot of fun!! And this is what sets us apart from the rest of the world. We bear the innocence of knowing little and believing a lot, judging less and trusting more. We have it in us to accept and move on. We don’t like to rely much on a perfect future, rather on self-adjustments for a happier present instead. We have big dreams but not demands. And it is our dreams and passions that take us to anywhere round the globe despite all obstacles. And so, being an Indian is one identity that we are absolutely proud to possess!