Sunday, August 29, 2010

We all LIVE to DIE

Freedom…

Freedom to me is the place which never exists, freedom to me is a word never defined, freedom to me is a gesture never felt, freedom to me something never sought, freedom to me is something never achieved, freedom to me is something never existed…

The moment I discovered what freedom is I lost the essence of being free, coz I could never know what being free is…

I am not free coz I cant fly, I can not move in the air I breathe, I can not touch the sky I love to look at, I can not coz I am not free…


I am not free coz I cant flow, flow like the liquid I am composed of, I can not find a way out of very situation every place I want to exit, I am bound, bound because I am not free…

I am not free coz I cant chose what I want to bee, I can not be the way I want to be, I can not live the way I was born, I can not because I am not free…

I am not free coz I cant look beyond, beyond I am destined to, I can not be beyond this place beyond this world beyond the world beyond this world, I can not because I am not free…

I am not free coz I cant rise, I can not rise the way smoke does, just rise and rise beyond all living and dead, smoke rises no matter where it came from, no matter where it has to go, I can not rise as smoke because I am not free…


I am not free coz I am addicted, addicted to create, addicted to destroy, addicted to manipulate, addicted to adjust, addicted to live, and as I realize I am alive, I am no longer free…

P.S. Please don’t feel offended if you think you are free, because freedom to me is very subjective thing, you might have it I don’t.
And yeah feel free to comment… J


This post is dedicated to Frames of Freedom organized by blogadda.

Friday, August 27, 2010

M all BLANK now..!!!

Its been few days I have been thinking to write something about something but I cudnt figure out what exactly is it that I want to write about, so today evening I asked one of my friend what do you think should I write about, I told her that I want to write on something related to ME…

And she replied m all blank now…

And I said COOL, nice topic to write on…

We all feel, we all think, we all sense, and we all judge…

At times its important to talk, talk about what you have seen, talk about what you feel, or just talk, and at times you get no one to talk, or the one you get you don’t want to talk to them about it…

So writing is the best thing you can do…just start jotting it down…words are your friends they grace you when ever you need them…

But at times you want to write about something, but you just don’t know what this something is, words abandon you, your mind starts flowing like water, nothing seem lucid enough and all you could say is M all BLANK now…

Saturday, August 7, 2010

INDIA2 = India * India



In India live 2 kinds of Indians, and in every Indian, there live 2 different India

Indians in India can be broadly classified as, the Indians who feel they are Indian, and just feel the feeling and live, Indians like me doing nothing good to country (except paying few taxes, and still looking ways to evade this little good we do to our country), and Indians who really make things happen, Indians who make us proud of being Indian, Indians in defense, Indians as scientists, Indians serving for social cause, Indians abroad making country pride, well this list is countless…

And for every Indian, India is his motherland and his country…

What ever type or class or religion he belongs to, he loves his motherland for the very fact that it’s his motherland…

So I might not be doing what I am supposed to do but I am happy being an Indian as any other Indian in this world would be…

I represent more then 40 crore Indians who are below poverty line and they are so preoccupied and haunted by their struggle for survival, that they can hardly spare to think of contributing to this great nation…

I represent every less privileged Indian kid who will never get an opportunity to read or write about his great nation…

I represent those million women who still face the atrocities of society just because the very fact that they are woman, so does their life leave them with any scope of doing some thing for their great nation…

I represent every middle class Indian man who spends all his life fulfilling the basic requirements of his family…

I represent millions of Indians overseas, some contributing to nation and some are not…

I represent every Indian who can pose a question to himself that “how Indian I am”…

How Indian I am…!!!

I was born here…is that enough…!!! Enough to be called an Indian…???

Well I do not need any reasons or verifications or any proof to call my self Indian or to testify that I love India and I am proud of being an Indian…

I am an Indian even if…

I don’t think of Nehru, Mahatma Gandhi, Bhagat Singh, even if I don’t know when and where they were born…how they died and what exactly they did… (But I do respect them for the very fact that they contributed to INDIA).
I don’t hate Pakistan or Bangladesh or China or any other country or men in this world…because I respect there right to live as I do mine…

I have inherited the “QUALITY” to complain…complain about everything around me…
from Lalu’s idiotic jokes in parliament, to more footage being given to Rahul Gandhi’s dimples then his work in Amethi…and then our media says raja ka beta hai, raja hi banega…
I don’t like studying Hindi newspaper or bollywood music…and listening to non-bollywood music is un-Indian (where goes my right to freedom)

I complain about public transport, red spit stains all over the walls, people don’t wait for you to get out of elevators they just want to stuff in, I have to wait for a cow to cross the road before my car moves…

I have to pass 3 slums to reach a mall…

I don’t wear khadi… (There is a debate of our culture being eroded)

I hate power cuts, they don’t allow the AC to work the entire day…Damn it!!

I like McDonald’s junk more then Indian food…

I have to wait for 2 hours just to pay an electricity bill… (When we have so much of power cuts)

I don't know the lyrics of our national song (the only vande matram i could sing well is A R Rahman's song)...

I don’t feel a movie like CHAK DE can evoke patriotism in whole nation. A nation where hockey is national game and we know how good our hockey team is doing…

I don’t take the bills of my purchase just to evade taxes or I am so lazy to put my ear or mind to that “jaago grahak jaago” campaign…

I break traffic rules when ever I get a chance to and if caught bribe the cops for not booking me…

I don’t know the capital of India… (I am still confused, is it Delhi or New Delhi)

I will go on a world tour as soon as possible…

I don’t vote or do anything to ameliorate, things I moan for…

I totally support Independence Day and Republic Day celebrations, even though some feel its utter wastage of funds, but I cherish being Indian, and as I get reminded of it only on 26th Jan or 15th Aug, (well I don’t think anyone keeps on cutting cakes or exchanging gifts through out the year, we do that on special occasions), so what’s the point in defacing Jash-ne-azadi…

And for being developed part, I think, Indians need to get developed, India already is…

Patriotism comes to me naturally and I will love here more then any other place in this world…the very fact that I was born here means more then the whole world to me…

I can complain about everything I want to, I can do anything I want to…but I can not hate this place even if I want to…

I love and feel for India as every other Indian does…and you would be wrong to say that just because I do all these things, I am not as Indian as the other billion people living here are…



Because I am…I am an Indian…and I am proud of it…



P.S : I was not trying to justify myself for being irresponsible, it was a post just to say that yes I am Indian and what I feel...



This post was published in an English daily Central Chronicle

To be Indian and Pseudo Indian

credits : Rashmi ( Features Desk, Central Chronicle)


Thursday, August 5, 2010

AXE her EX



The story revolves around a million thoughts, a million dreams, a million emotions, and 3 hearts, homes to these emotions, thoughts and dreams…And these three hearts belong to

Mr. ME – Well that’s me, I am a student at an engineering college in capital city.

Ms. MY – My girlfriend, who is currently working with a hotel group in capital.


Mr. X – Ms. MY’s old flame, her EX, he is a Pune based designer, he is radioactive and emits unpleasant, irritating and frustrating vibes, and this man reminds me of the gay designer in legally blonde…


We were happy (almost), it seemed we were a perfect match. We met on a social networking site and she told me that she had a break up and was very upset, as Mr. X had been very rude on her so I just said do not take your ex boyfriend's bad opinion of you as the truth, Nothing he thinks or says about you is about you, but rather a reflection of his own reality, and while consoling her and making her comfortable I some how started liking her and we started it that way…

At times we used to talk about our ex, but mine was a happy ending so I dint had any hurt feelings or remorse against any thing…

We use to meet twice a week, generally in CP it was near to her workplace, at times she came to my college and we use to hang out in my college campus and one day we were sitting some where and she said, today he called ( I knew what this HE meant but just not to act shocked I asked), who he??

Ms. MY - “Mr. X”

Mr. ME – Ohhh!! And why he called??

Ms. MY - He said “heard “our song” on the radio this morning and thought that was a sign I should call you.”

Mr. ME – How dumb!!!

Ms. MY - What??

Mr. ME – Nothing, is he studying something called symbology!! He interprets signs??


Ms. MY - No, actually we had few songs and we used to sing those when ever we met.( how boring)

Mr. ME – Very nice, so what else he said?

Ms. MY - Nothing in particular, he was just asking about my work and you, and he said can he be friend with you on facebook… (what the f***, why the hell would I be friend with him on facebook!!!)

Mr. ME – Ohh yeah, no issues tell him that he can find me in your friend list.

Ms. MY - I will, if he calls next time…Do you mind he called me??

Mr. ME – Ohh not at all, I trust you…(hell I trust in, and I seriously mind it so much that I am running out of my mind thinking about it)

I knew it wasn’t a good thing if your present’s ex calls her and talks about past, but I had to bear with it, it took me almost a week to make her stop talking about her past relation, I started giving her more time, and the best I could do was to get her into some thing called future planning…

Yeah, if Mr. X had past I had future, and that helped a lot…

I was almost certain that it won’t haunt us anymore, and antithesis to all anticipated, Mr. X came again, yeah it was at a restra in CP and it was the first time I met him, according to him he accidentally ran into us, but we all knew it, there was nothing inadvertent in it…

Dumb and Dog, an apposite apothegm for him…

Well he joined us and as I told you he reminded me of that gay designer, he was wearing a bright red tee and a green jacket, (yuk, that was the next bad thing of being naked in public) and then he complimented her, wow your hair look beautiful, Why didn’t you ever grow your hair long when we were together. (what the f*** he was saying and Ms. MY is smiling to it, hell bad it was, but again I had to bear with it.)Now I was sure he was reading some Matt Huston book…

In the night she smsd me “ hope you dint mind meeting X” (yeah why would I, it was the first time in my life I saw a radioactive alien)…

Mr. ME – Ohhh come on, why would I, he is a friend now…(a friend I would want to kill)

Ms. MY - Isn’t he sweet…you never compliment me… L (mera loss kisi aur ka gain)

Mr. ME – Well I am increasing my sugar intake from now on…soon I will be as sweet as you want…

Ms. MY - Shut up idiot, love you…(ahhh god, at last)


And Mr. X was out for the next few days till the next time we met, that day she was quiet upset, and I asked what is it??

Ms. MY - NOTHING!! (Thats the word girls love the most, you ask them why are you crying and they say NO i am not crying, yeah I am blind that I cant see those tears and I am deaf I cant hear you sobbing)

So after asking at least 20 times I got to know that she was upset coz if they were together it would have been their 2nd anniversary( I doubt it was second, the way she was lost I thought they must have been together for at least 4 years)… Mr. X was back and he was haunting me, I can’t take it that way…

I said hey baby you know what it’s my 40th life anniversary. ( we were together since 5 months, so 5 months * 4 weeks * 2 days = 40 times we met each other)

Ms. MY - What’s that now?

Mr. ME – Well for the every time you are with me, it’s a life lived in peace, full of happiness and joy, so that way I had already lived so many lives. (Shit!!! How can I be so romantic, thanks to Mr. X)

Ms. MY - Love you…

Mr. ME – I love you too…(I felt both of these LOVE YOUs needed disclaimer, they were in no way related to anything real)

Ms. MY - He called me today. (Should I be appalled!! As if it was the first time he did that)

Mr. ME – Ok, and what did he say?

Ms. MY - He said, he has a new blog post up about me.. ( now please don’t expect me to write some thing for you)

Mr. ME – That’s good, you know even I have written some thing for you.

Ms. MY - Ohh yea!! You never told me, show me now. (NOW??? why did you choose that particular statement to be the only one you ever listened to?)

Mr. ME – NO!! it’s for your birthday, and we aren’t talking about it till then.

Ms. MY - No I want it now.

Mr. ME – No and I mean it. (after 20 mins of the argument I won, probably that was the first and the last time I won any argument between us).

Well when ever you are going out with your girlfriend make sure you sit at a table which can accommodate maximum two.

Never talk about first love.

Keep talking about your future as much as you can.

You are better then her ex, don’t try proving it, it makes you reminding her of her ex.

Talk about your ex!! no never it makes her jealous and a result she is again talking about her ex.

Don’t ever compare your ex with your present.

She might compare you, but don’t show agitation to it, you can always use a filler.

When I was compared I said, you know what I am still the best, better then the rest coz I have you and you are better then the best…JJJ

Its been 4 months now and my life is relieved from Mr. X now, thanks to that future planning thing, it really helps a lot, I still fear that Mr. X can soon become Mr. Yes of my Ms. MY and I will be Mr. X’s ex’s ex…but I wont let it happen, well we engineers can fix anything ( even if its not broken)…

I am happy now but it’s her birthday next week and I still don’t have any article written for her… KKK



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