Sunday, December 28, 2008

The Year Gone By-


As time ticks on, a year has gone by,
yet unlike always,
'twas not in the wink of an eye,
the year I felt was long,
for mama and for me-and for many of her sons
we all are happy; we are all strong;
but 'twas unlike the usual song-

it had its moments; of pride
of passion, of joys, celebrations,
and mama held her head high,
basked in the glory of her successes.
but not for long..

shocking elements crept in soon,
predictable yet unanticipated,
nations crippled, economies suffered
she tried - she struggled,
yet as inevitable it was, it was rude
and I limped alongside,
struggling to stand;
out and loud.

as men fought men; distinctions arose
unity in diversity, mama broke to tears
silly she thought, silly it was
the very fabrics of her existence
bent to unleash wrath,
sabotaged her
to a caricature of ridicule,
and she stood helpless
gaping in shame, and utter disgrace.

she was recovering though,
from her wounds;
affairs were in real bad shape
yet we were strong, we were hopeful,
but destiny had for us,
some real ugly turns.

all the pending notes,
of the tumultuous song-
had pathos, had cries,
imbued through out...
marred by fateful events mama was
'serenaded by the terror bird'
a quilt of love and brotherhood
so easily burnt to ashes....
as in horror,she watched,
the death macabre; and
it made her heart bleed.

she pledged vengeance,and
to eliminate the perpetrators
retaliated,yet has held her own,
and the values of peace and truth,
she has so well exemplified !

hence for the forgettable year gone by,
Its adios, sayonara, bye bye
The time is not just to be with friends,party;
But to swear truth and honest service
realize our destinies;
coz its the same second at
the stroke of midnight,
that announces the new year
yet it brings new hopes, unlike any
hopes on us, and hopes are many

and as she looks forward to
the new dawn, the new year,
to mama - we all wish
a year of prosperity and bliss
of victory of truth and right
over the evil might;
and 'cause we are all strong
we will all be happy
and for times long..
we will write the most melodious song
for mama, and all of her sons ....







-- 2008 - It was a year that witnessed the worst economic crisis in decades. The credit bubble burst and mortgage crisis followed and along with US, all of her dependencies saw their economies crippling and indexes plummeting. India was a major in that list. Investors, businesses lost money and tightened up. Lay-offs and cost cutting measures ensued, and it was not good news for job-seekers.

-- It was a year that witnessed the most horrendous terror attacks in the nation's history. It not only cost the nation many lives and property but most important of all undermined her sovereignty and integrity by holding her captive for around 60 hours. It also unearthed major follies and lethargy on the government's part in curbing terrorism and building a strong anti-terror mechanism.

I was deeply grieved by the Mumbai terror attacks and take this opportunity to extend my condolences to the victims and their families.It is really a sad day in the history of the nation.And hats off to all the NSG commandos, the Mumbai police, the VT terminal employees like the announcer, the TAJ hotel workers,etc. All of them played their part selflessly in the success of the entire operation.

-- The terror attacks are enough provocation for any nation to break lose, yet government has taken strategic steps by trying to influence the international community to impose political and economic pressures, and force Pakistan to curb and root out terror bases from its own soil. Because war clearly implies MAD(Mutually Assured Destruction). Hence the nation has held her principles in high regard while retaliating and protecting itself. Yet, in face of continued diplomacy and double talk by Pakistan, air strikes on terror bases and camps seems inevitable.

As a result of the ongoing tension between the nations, the gas-pipeline deal with Iran is most obviously dead. Though Pak might swear allegiance but its ulterior motives can never be trusted, not at least now.

-- Amidst a cauldron of conflicting politics, the ruling party is shaking. The year witnessed the least number of Lok Sabha sittings this year. Till the completion of 11th session there were 49 sittings held so far. And on 23rd Dec, while BJP and Shiv Sena were demanding the sacking of Minority Affairs Minister A R Antulaya, as many as eight Bills were passed in a span of 17 minutes!! I am not authorized to comment much on that, but many of them needed serious discussion.

-- Yet there were victorious moments, the N-Deal success, the Olympic Medals(esp. Bindra's gold), etc. Meanwhile, on personal front it was not a very good year, though it has got many cherishable memories on the pages.

-- So let us not just hope but work for a better, prosperous and happy year 2009.
Adversity breeds genius, and genius breeds contempt. These are testing times for all of us, and we must exude courage and strong will.
"Kyunki dar ke aage jeet he "

WISH YOU ALL THE BEST AND A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR 2009

Sunday, November 16, 2008



Both of us -
downed by fatigue and tire
one has to wake up, rise higher... egh !!!


Playing - Boulevard Of Broken Dreams -Green Day

Sunday, November 9, 2008

CAT fever and silly opiums !!


(click for a better veiw)

Hi friends ,

CAT is a true test of one's character rather than just solving problems and bubbling circles .Any one who has ever attempted to bell the cat must have realised this over and over again.

The idiotic and apparently philosophical poem you see above is a stupid vent after many inconsequential hours spent in shallow contemplation of what lies ahead for me !! Infact, the first stanza took form on the back-side of an OMR sheet! This is what happens with me being bogged down, sabotaged and marauded my the ruthless paws of the feline CAT. One week to go, irresistible and invidious spurts of anxiety and apprehensions so well avoided till now, seem to peep in through the inchoate crevices of my 'Fort Knox' and goad my tempestuous self with a look of disdain. A hazy image of glory is still palpable and tempting enough to keep slogging !!

All the best for CAT '08 - Tame the goddamn animal !

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Poetry !!


"I believe that poetry is an action, ephemeral or solemn, in which there enter as equal partners solitude and solidarity, emotion and action, the nearness to oneself, the nearness to mankind and to the secret manifestations of nature. And no less strongly I think that all this is sustained - man and his shadow, man and his conduct, man and his poetry - by an ever-wider sense of community, by an effort which will for ever bring together the reality and the dreams in us because it is precisely in this way that poetry unites and mingles them."

“The poet didn’t scare off when they said he was a rebel. Poetry is rebellion. The poet was not offended when he was called subversive. Life transcends all structures, and there are new rules of conduct for the soul. The seed sprouts anywhere, all ideas are exotic, we wait for enormous changes everyday, we live through the mutation of human order avidly and spring is rebellious.”

- (Pablo Neruda)
Nobel Prize For literature(1971)
Pablo Neruda (July 12, 1904–September 23, 1973) was the pen name and, later, legal name of the Chilean writer and politician NeftalĂ­ Ricardo Reyes Basoalto.
With his works translated into many languages, Pablo Neruda is considered one of the greatest and most influential poets of the 20th century.read more about him.

You can also go through his Nobel Lecture. Get Inspired nerds !! http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1971/neruda-bio.html

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Beach Lessons


In just two vital visits to a sandy (of course !) coastline beach nearby, I have begun to understand why people feel like returning to the BeachBaba every time some sort of extreme turbulence freezes their brains( Wat ! No, it wasn't one of those Australian nude beaches where scantily clad skimp mangoes run to ripe!!).

If you are an ambitious runner, weiried down by deliberate attempts of subversion by peers or otherwise, the mighty waves splashing hard against rocks, retreating back, gathering energy and gushing down again teach you perseverance and the preponderance of work(or Karma) against apparent glories of their results .Do not hedge your bets, run harder.

Throw anything light it gets back to you. The resilient sea wouldn't readily get into debts. But if the shit you throw are heavier than the waters, they spoil the waters and at times to an irreparable extent. The sea gets coarser on the outer though it might be ethereal pure-blue at its core. Her tertiary arms suffer the bruises, but she fights on with an inspiring endurance. Her tolerance should not be miscued to be her weakness because we have all witnessed the aftermaths of her rage.Though ultimately we have come to realise the painful reactions of our actions with a part of the sufferings closing down on us and our coming generations.

If you are stressed, the rejuvenating fresh breeze on the beaches infuse in you a new leash of life with all sorts of hopes and aspirations, love and affection, happiness and purpose,blah..blah.And certainly, I bet the amazing tranquility in the darkness of the post-sunset beaches is far more intoxicating and refreshing than any opium you may have tried.The silence and isolation of the beaches together with the melodious sound of beating waves is soothing to one's heart and soul and certainly wipes of all bitter thoughts or nerve-wrecking and revolutionary ideas clogged down in your humble brain. Pure unalduterated harmony of nature.

Well if you are one Schmaltz bomb, the natural beauty and romantic ambience might be the perfect trigger for an unprecedented explosion. Please do not let the splinters spoil the moment, try being happy like all the merrier people on the beach !! Coz, things happen for a reason and a better purpose. Hopefully, BeachBaba's vibes will be re conciliating.

The might and the volume of the sea exemplify greatness in humility.

And for the ever jovial characters, a perfect place for merry-making. Plan a trip, sleep down with your buddies, and enjoy the Ashram. BeachBaba's tutelage is all the more helpful for all you young guns. One thing you will certainly take off with you are cherisable memories of the blissful moments. Hope everyone's in this category.

And lot more life lessons to discover. It is up to you. You might not get any lessons at all, but you cannot certainly ignore the energy of the place.

Happy learning and have fun.

Friday, September 19, 2008

An Endless Dark Pursuit


On a night like this, he would not have been out. But tonight it was different. Peter Keller could no way compromise with the task at hand.

December 2007.Sitting by his bed, he was thinking of all those wonderful moments he had spent with his wife that like an appliquĂ© had transformed his life. Those were the only things he remembered of his life. Hands in hands, deep down in contemplation, his abrupt thoughts were interrupted by Maria’s words that seemed like her last.

“Peter, don’t lose heart. Peter”. Peter looked at her with desperate affection, terrified by the thought of losing her, and the emptiness that would ensue. He could feel the sudden spasms of her body. The sweet reminiscence of old memories juxtaposed with the pain of watching his wife suffer. His religious beliefs and faith in the Almighty was shattered. And he was helpless.

He wanted his wife, and this desire was driving him mad. The furious and turbulent waves of anxiety had literally drained out all reason off his smothered soul.

It was thirty past midnight. As the gusty winds slammed the window panes, the calendar dropped on the floor. Peter was baffled, as he picked it up. He couldn’t waste anymore time. Unkempt, with long beards, and curious-faced scars, Peter put on his overcoat, checked his knife and drove off. He had to do this.

The stormy winds were back and he could hardly see anything as he was speeding away. “Screech”, he applied the brakes and an appalled silence filled his face as he noticed blood dripping on his rearview mirror. He turned back, and ‘splat’, a tender hand just like his wife’s across the glass. Right then, the wipers started and car drove off all by itself. He tried his best to control it but couldn’t. All the while the mysterious events were boggling down on his mind. As the car sped, he noticed, as a sudden impulse, his wife before the car and zoom the car ran over her. Blood and mucous splat across the glass and it almost freezed his heart. Meanwhile the car veered off the road and hit a tree. The madness to cure his wife was so intense, he didn’t feel any pain and started running towards the Orland Cemetery across the churchyard. He fell on a grave with blood all across his face. He could see petrifying apparitions all around. He pulled his knife and a ceremonious cloth and cut his skin deep enough to drip in the cloth. An intense passion and belief in the supernatural or, may be, in his wife’s survival had eclipsed all his rationale and religious beliefs. A strange numbness had robbed his psyche of all physical acuities. Meanwhile, his chest continued to bleed as he tied the cloth around a creepy plant. He was struggling as he tried to spell strange chants.

‘If God can’t, I can and I will’.

With these words he fell over the gravestone and dropped his knife, and a name shone on the stone in the glint of his knife.

“Maria Keller
Died – 10/08/2005 ”


Summary :-

The subconscious mind of an individual is believed to hold supernatural powers and the body accustoms itself to things that our subconscious accepts. This is also a reasonable explanation to most mysteries, like the strange healing power of priests or Gurus.

The story exemplifies this power and the manner in which it can it deter resistance by reason developed over the entire span of one's life.

Still, a lot is left to the readers to comprehend, just to ensure they don't fall into a stereotypical thought process.



This is the story I have written as an entry for the Times Of India supplement SpellBound.
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Sunday, July 13, 2008

Need You by my side..





amongst such anger, and passions deep,
among riots, warheads and the Truth beneath,
awake happy, sad or in deep sleep,
in danger of being shelled
right through my sheathe,

I need you by my side,
I need you to share, to talk
laugh and live
by my side, by my side...

when the sun's 'bout to rise
to light upon billion lives,
I need you, to shine by my side;
and when clouds start to pour
I'd love seeing you dance
and the rain adore.

I need you by my side
on isolated moonlit nights,
on bright Sunday mornings,
electric Sat-eves and spooky horror times,
times of joy, times of sorrow,
regret and pride and everytime
so I could have every feeling
and watch you feel
by my side, by my side.

to watch the spiralling rise
of every mote of life around us
to live to the promises of those
who bequethed, life and breath in us,
to confide and let confess
to compromise, appraise and despise
to absolve and get absolved
to preach to someone things I think
to stare at and barter cute winks
to cuddle and care
and the wildest thoughts share
to have someone,to entrust everything to
on some buying spree, or to help free

I need a hand, to hold mine
I need a stand to support mine
I need a soul to still mine
I need you
to be mine
and walk hand in hand
for times eternal,
till the very last breath
till death and beyond
by my side, by my side.....

but one thing I wished I knew
things you need, things you like
wish we have something alike!!