The Confused sort

Flying with the clouds

on a high that is bound to stay

for a fear that shouts betray

and a lady friend of mine.

Lurking in the shadows

with devils on the alley way

deep within a single fray

of the shrewd black inside my mind

Flowing like the blues do

of the ocean, of the music

in an old and the new hit

growing in and out of love

Close up like a fist does

on a ring for my mistress

where I am the only one to stand

and fall again

Flying with the clouds

on a high that is bound to stay

Idiopathic?

Just like every other loyal Indian this moment who is sad about the bomb blasts, I use the Social Networking platform to express empathy and blame our government for it!

Seriously?!

The Nation of the Mahatma, has finally awakened,again. So for the next few weeks we are all going to change our face book statuses to 'Lets hang Kasab!'.

Again,Seriously?!

I agree, that the guy deserves hell, he came into my country and he killed my people, he deserves hell, yes. I also agree that we do not send out strong signals as a country when we seem to have done nothing but feed him for quite some time now.

But then, I have to ask you this , How are you sure killing Kasab would have in any way better-ed what happened?
I may be a little too harsh when I say this, but it just sounds like we just want to kill someone, cause we could not save the ones we loved.Someone bad, yes, but point here is that we want to kill.Isn't that what he did?

I had heard this term somewhere,'Evolved Response'. What would that be?

And for all those people who have started writing letters to Dr Manmohan Singh, Sonia Gandhi and all of those who were supposed to have saved us, I ask, 'Did you Vote?'
And for those who cannot understand the relevance, you really do not deserve to.

I friend recently quoted "His head is purely for cosmetic reasons". I'd agree to this If he'd have pointed at most of us.

Before I go on and lose reason for this post, what I am trying to tell you or thinking about is that, wouldn't it be a better world if all of us did what we could have?

Know,Educate, Create and Think.

Shouldn't India Help India?

Basic, right?I believe this means a better world for tomorrow.Give it a try?

You might say I have lost my mind, that I am living in a fantasy world with no sense of actuality, some of you might also think that I am not a good enough citizen. I cannot in any way, prove to you that I care.Sorry.

On a lighter note, lets do the news

1)This has been the longest I have attended the gym without a break.Two days!

2)Idiopathic is not Idiot+ Pathic

3)The real reason for the mirrors in the gym are so that you can laugh at all those expressions you make while lifting Weights.

4)We won a football game! (The captain let me play for two minutes)

5)I have to pass time, I be back to blogging again!

Breaking News(The ones that really matter)

1)Indira Gandhi once mistook 'Haathi' for 'Haath'.

2)Eva Longoria is doing a Lesbian love making scene.

3)Any girl I want to ask out would never say yes if she'd notice my nose.

Thank you for the read people. You guys have been really good .And Jobless :D

The Wedding Red

And in red that I see you now

I shall hope you stay

I shall wish you wane

In the red that I bled today

*Image :Google

The meaning of Peace

There are a few places that smiled by and stood aside as the world around them raced to become all important centres of human civilisation , not because they couldn't but simply cause they were wise enough to not.

One of them is my native town, Thalora.
It is.I hope will always be,a place with moss covered walls that tell you that is the only way they can stand.
With roads that wind up and down a hill , convincing it that it has not been tamed , just adorned with.A Place with whispering trees and singing insects, where nothing can be ugly,and nothing can produce anger, while beauty and peace canvas everything there is and ever will be.
Like wisdom over wrinkles.

With little known Ancient temples that were made when man still had ample time and acumen to build the divine, dress it and present it to the gods as homes. Legends and myths sculpted into walls and entire eternties, as paintings and word take back their true meaning and stature.Ponds from waters of a holy river a thousand miles away and a giant tree just as old as the skies.
A Place where reverance is not demanded, but is fully understood.

Where sunsets on the hills make you realise that you are witnessing something that nature wants to show off, that this was where god stood and pondered, and all poetry was born.

I have my home here
Under the stars and among these trees
Singing a thousand songs as the crickets please
Smelling the rain, with winds to talk
Rivers and sands with gods to walk
As drama unfolds in a second , by the hour
I wish I could play, but a small little part
Ponder at the twinkle, the firefly's beating heart
Glad I am, at peace I shall be
I have a home here
And I wish I'd never leave

Where the best thing that can happen to you is a power cut along with the night sky.

I, Different

I have seen your world, your Justices and more

let mine be different

for as clever and strong

your truths may seem

they are all but lines to me

Some tested, some not yet learnt.

I've lived my life

and I shall live

the way I chose to breath

and as you find me

weak and dull, I bid you well

and ask you to leave

My centre is me.

For you can say that I was right

you can say that I'll be wrong

that I was bad or high or low

but never do think

I'll let you stand

Judge for me to be

I shall make my own mistakes

Even as I see you frown

As long as I fight, As long as I'll sheild

I'll feel some truths and etch some lies

and you,sadly

will be there and still not see

that I was strong,but

weaker than you think

Lessons

In good old times, I used to not work as much.

The office is killing me again , feeding me to people, google and immense boredom, and while the whole world seems to enjoy gauding on a bearded man's death, I am trying to write funny whilst wondering wether I can dig my nose and be let off. The sneeze would be worth it.

Meanwhile, life continues to teach me newer things.Things that tell me that the rain god and the traffic god are the best of friends, inseperable.That you do not go near an elephant and make loud noises and that drama in the movies means much more that they ever can out of the 21 inch screen.

I mean, A hill top beer date or a letter could actually mean very little for people who swear by romance.The simple fact is, drama ceases to exist in the world that follows physics.Even if you download her favourite song and make your phone sing it while the beer happens.

I agree to the possibility that drama might not come to those who'd want to go out with four girls at one time, more so if the girls know it.But you simply cannot deny the fact that background music and a mosquito free hill serve a good purpose.

It Never ever comes to those thought to be kids. Drama, like marriage, seems to happen only to the old and stupid enough.

And when the Universe talks to me , I should share

1)People who are trying to count the number of Vegetarians and Meat eaters on facebook are on a truly noble mission.They make people like me feel good about ourselves.
2)If you are a thin person, you should really not call a fat person fat.

3)If you are one of those people who work at a Public Relation firm, you are probably really bad at everything else.And this too.

4)I am a kid.I am Calvin.

For all those who think that means I'm not mature enough for a human.Up Yours.

And for the rest of you who were bored enough to read.Much Obliged.

The Point?

It looks like India has has finally awakened,like the days of corruption are over, like dishonest people will finally pay up and all that money will go back to those who earned it, like a 'One lakh' car is going to drive straight into our hearts, like all the cute dogs on our roads will find generous homes.

It is a truly colorful picture. Or is it?

If you ask me, it is not India, it is only facebook, that has awakened.

People asking each other to join the force that fights corruption. 'Notes' that explain who Anna Hazare is, his vision, his greatness. People 'tagged' in badges that say 'No corruption'.People putting up pictures of candle lit parks.
We the People,who gift cops with a 100 rupee note every time they catch us without a license.Still plan to.

Don't you think that a point is missed?Totally?

Yea well,I guess you should just ignore me .


When India beat Australia , I was happy , when they beat Pakistan, I was overjoyed , and when we won against Sri Lanka,I was a World Champion. Nothing can ever beat that feeling.
People Likewise felt happy too,and hence I got a lot of happy messages. Messages that said we beat 'the Whites', 'the terrorists' , and 'Sita's kidnappers'.

It was a fun message! oh lord! so much fun.

That week I read about 4 people calling Pakistani's 'fucking terrorists'.Four minds prejudiced to hate a nation beyond all doubt. Good?

The whole point of a sport, any sport ,I think, is to leave differences behind, to enjoy being stripped of all those layers you'd have had to wear as you grow up. To just be you and enjoy the game. Ironically , I see now , The love for the game has a lot to do with the hate for the an other player.

4 People! And inexplicable hate.

Yup, maybe I need to lighten up a little. You think?

There was a time when I thought the Education system was the one thing we needed to change, but now I see, that education might not be the point missed. Humanity, might be.
The disturbing fact is, We have no idea what to do.

There are some people I know though, who fight in their own ways. Rachel Daniels would not use plastic even if it came with a 'Calvin and Hobbes' poster, Snigdha Kapoor would not litter for free coffees in Costa, Chaitanya Challa Ravindranath wants to open up a school , even though he knows he'd end up scaring half the kids to death. Abhijeeth Hanumandala would want the best for people around him, except when they steal his food.

These are the people I want to fight the bad things with.

The line from the ' Rang De Basanti' song goes

' Jo ban sake tu humsafar mera, Nazar mila zara'. Think.

Anna Hazare's cause, I know , is a noble one, but are we good enough to voice it, is what I ask.Do you deserve to fight for it? or do you, at the very least , even desreve all that virtual applause on a social networking site?

Have you done anything worth?At all?

When, once, you dont bribe that cop, let me know , I shall respect you. and Listen.