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Today, is the Independence Day. Many schools have already celebrated the day with a cliched finesse, a day before, so that the wealthy parents, the Oh! so hardworking teachers and the busy staff could have a day, or better, a long weekend off. Those who could get out of their houses, no, they didn't go to some I-Day function or flag hoisting, they went, in huge numbers, to the premier of Singham Returns, Rohit Shetty's mix-and-match recipe for a blockbuster hit. Those who stayed home, they didn't see the Prime Minister Modi giving his I-Day oratory on the television, but they did manage to see the just released trailer of Shahrukh Khan's, err.. King Khan's Happy New Year. And the rest of us have probably started for a long holiday. Yes, Today is the 68th Independence Day in India. And we people have become independent. No, I was not referring to the Boston bombings or gruesome tale of Israel-Gaza. I am questioning the self-proclaimed Indians, what has become of ...

Sometimes dire thoughts plague the mind. In such a fit of sheer loneliness and poetic dis-harmony I spun this one out. Do bear with bad lines if any. You are better than me, I thought me saying, And went out to find you, with no need of stopping. As far as life takes, round the earth’s each corner. To every land that bred the brave, sooner or later. As sun and moon and wind and trees and birds and Nature will share my road, with them will I find you. Are you hiding somewhere, and don't want be found? Hide till I get there, cos the world still goes round. Several bonds that you wore have landed you here I'll take them off, un-bond you, since now I care. They say me and you, are apparently all the same But different is your heart, far more lively and game. So come out, from the edges, the depths and crevices Embrace yourself, and look how the shadow vanishes.

“And as it is for the spring flowers, it is for us...” In one of the most striking marketing campaigns and the results, Narendra Modi has won – He is the new PM of India. In another not so famous news, a 2 year baby was hurled down by a priest from over a temple building so that 15 odd villagers could catch him, in a barbaric ritual which is said to make the baby lucky and strong enough to overcome life’s challenges. What I am saying here, is that Life goes on. No matter how much you fret about people and circumstances, you’re never going to live independently unless the system allows you to do so. And it won’t. Deal with it. There’ll be pseudo-secular aspiring political heroes and at the same time there will be religious fanatics with blatantly absurd views. Also, there will be a majority of men who think that the only thing women could do is to cook and keep their beds hot. And there’ll be bureaucrats who defy all that’s humane just to rake in the moolah. You see, as spring plea...

Close on the heels of the harrowing gang-rape case in Delhi, two other such events have cropped up in the news. A Swiss woman, on a cycling trip in Central India, was gang-raped by 6 men . Although her condition is not fatal and she's recovering now, this raised a lot eyebrows across the world, and nations are now thinking on issuing warnings to travelers on increasing sexual assaults against women in India. Just recently in Agra, a UK tourist jumped from her hotel to escape a sexual assault . The tragic tales of ‘Indian Rape’ also happens in areas occupied by the Indian forces, especially Kashmir where thousands of women have been raped and murdered. But with a mindset of hoping against hope, I thought that after the 16 Dec news spread like a wildfire, the lid was blown off the systematic sexism in Indian culture, and rape began receiving the serious attention it deserves. But that was to fizzle out, and seemingly nothing changed here. Police said,"these people were in the w...

That the large-scale protest will be used as a playground for the political parties, was no doubt, but to this scale, that it now echoes in the whole universe. A clueless government and the brute force of a rather blunt police has come out of the politicized high-voltage drama engulfing us. The nation is outraged at heinous and brutal treatment meted out to the protestors. With around eight metro stations closed, the capital has come to a stand-still. Slogans are being shouted against the government and the police, agitations and candle march protests are being held in different parts of the country and we are perhaps witnessing one of its own kind of protests in many generations. People are resorting to Facebook, Twitter to send across a message of "enough is enough" to whosoever is listening. But is this serving the real purpose? Almost all protestors are innocent, unarmed, mostly young girls, some with their mothers. While they bear the brunt of what looks live savages i...

No Disclaimer. I want people to feel their guilt on reading this. What’s horrifying is how a bunch of people could do something like this, that seems like a scene out of a rape-fetish-horror movie, in public in the capital city! And those 4-5 men were obsessed about raping her at the same time! It’s very very hard to be optimistic that anything will change in the near future. It’s not about individuals or a few power-wielding men. It’s about a mass cultural mindset that’s the issue here. Do you think our society really sees rapists as serious criminals? Many of us seem to see rape as something that happens when a rapist is not able to control himself. It seems we have special standards for judging sexual criminals, and rapists know this. One more reality check for a country that claims to ‘respect’ and worship women. Yes, let’s round up the Shouters, 'Indian' citizens like us, who criticize a bad deed, bad politician, or the people who gang raped a woman and beat up her frien...

I am deliberately omitting a Disclaimer for this post. It surely does talk about a social evil in our country , but I want people to get concerned or better, aroused on reading this.  After a few months of the show in SATYAMEV JAYATE which talked about honor killings; the husband has been shot dead in his village while he was visiting his sick mother. Even huge media efforts and social awareness didn't save the man from honor killing. News for the above: LINK- TOI Few More Examples of Inhumanity : In the town of Jhajjar in Haryana, a father allegedly strangled his 21 year old daughter to death just for the trivial reason that she was in love with a guy.   In Uttar Pradesh, a youth who was opposed to his sister’s love beheaded her and threw her head in her lover’s house. This shows how inhumane and devilish one can become when their minds are possessed with spirits like religion and caste. In yet another brutal act of tyranny, a man in Rajasthan had beheaded her daug...

Disclaimer: This article is intended for general reading only. It’s not based on any personal feud. People who find this irrational and disrespecting, are not advised to read along. I am not responsible for direct, indirect, incidental or consequential damages resulting from any inspirational or eye-opening remark. Remember the following story? There was a prince of Ayodhya, who won the hand of a beautiful princess , but due to plotting of his step-mother, the prince was exiled, and his wife kidnapped by a ten-headed demon . A vulture tries to fight and protect, the elusive search & rescue by the exiled prince begins, aided by monkeys . A flying monkey burns the whole golden city of Lanka, an army of monkeys gathered, a bridge of floating stones to Sri Lanka and a fight full of stories, one as impossible as bringing a hill from the Himalayas down to Lanka for the sake of finding a medicinal her b in the middle of a battle at a time when no ships or jets existed ! Well , ...

Did I say or didn't I, not to view this. Now since you have clicked on, don't be angry when you start with reading it. YOU ARE ALL MEDIOCREs. No. Even More. YOU ARE LIKE THE ZOMBIES, JUST GOING FOR THE BLOOD AND FLESH. NO MEANING. NO SENSITIVITY. Did that hurt? Well, I had told you. People today follow the herd principle. Do what others do, say what others say, wear what others wear, see what others see, and so on. I bet none of you have ever thought different. Or most of you. If you’ve ever wondered why it’s so difficult to ignore peer pressure and why you feel anxiety when expressing a differing opinion from the herd, Like most animals on the planet, humans come pre-programmed to notice the behavior of our species and copy it. This has probably helped humanity countless times: avoiding predators, passing on beneficial learned behaviors, etc. But what has resulted, is that nothing is real now. The same old stuff, everyday, repeated. I am tired of taking it all and adjusting...

While it's bizarre for modern writers to write about grimness, and macabre, this is my try, with an 19th centurish touch of American Literature. For those who won't understand bits and pieces, this is a outcry on times of today- unpredictable, merciless, ever-testing. And always I keep hoping that, Why isn't life similar to a fiction- Concocts, both illustrious and affray While I've burned all my tomorrows, And am burning my appertaining, today.. But anything is better than this agony, This, derisive thrust by time onto life, Of shadow and doubt, hideous, colossal, Has given a damp memory busying itself Among forbidden things, and endeavors, Frequent and thoughtful, inside a struggle, To gather from state of nothingness, my soul, Which dreamed of success, of a high epoch, And conjured up happy remembrances. A heart which is the biggest fan of Hope, Lies now in unnatural stillness, vague horror, As if a ghostly train has run over it. The limitless bonds, diminishing wo...

Disclaimer: This article is intended for peers only. Biggies(or youths) who find this irrational and disrespecting, are not advised to read along. I am not responsible for direct, indirect, incidental or consequential damages resulting from any inspirational or eye-opening remark. Before going through this article, please note that I am NOT THE FAMILY MAN KINDA PERSON. I am fairly different, from exploring places to reading novels to watching contemporaries to spending time alone. I do what I like and mind it, it has got to do nothing with those "You surely disrespect your family" and "You don’t know about the real world, son" type stereotype statements. That’s why, if you flinch on reading this and start with usual monotones like " He is selfish" or "At present he is blinded" I give a shit. This (blogging) is the best option to pour my shit out. So, my destruction of Indian Society, its people and its values continues yet again. Ever wonde...

Old & ranting sun, broken white clouds' cover, silence of the chaotic life and I. Up on a cozy bed in a house full of things unknown, unused & unattended to; great food, laughter and total relaxation is what my heart aches for and here I am in my small home in this vaguely familiar city. While the touch of black leather cover and crisp white pages of a diary would have been sensuous, it will be difficult to underplay the usefullness of this blog containing all the good-and-bad of my life. Why did I start a blog? Who will read it anyway? Is it safe to bare your deepest darkest secrets, desires? Is there a glint of desperation in my eyes or do I always become delirious the moment someone interrupts or interferes? Anyways what I need today, is a day of freedom. I guess I should shed my polluted skin and then breathe free. I know some rainy day I will open up the room and spill the un-needed on the sidewalk only to make space for more but then it is better than things taking ...

'Twas raining.. He couldn't see a thing People were running for cover Flash floods causing menace everywhere The weatherman didn’t know when the rain would stop And none knew what the sky looked like beyond the clouds. A black umbrella.. Stout against the fiercest of drops That continued to collapse the buildings That once fought off the sun so bravely One drenched body standing tall under it With his eyes wearing a sparkling glimpse And none knew what the sky looked like beyond the clouds. A broken roof.. Above a broken house Pair of eyes looked through a broken pane Hands scouring on the window railings Had wished to stay inside.. waiting.. The weatherman had said he would return To take him to the world beyond the clouds. A wait in vain.. The black boots were near The eyes winked vigourously, fear-stricken They had come for him, and 'twas time The weatherman hadn't come, still To take him to the world beyond the clouds. A sudden flash ...

I thought my inner being wasn't fractured but came to find that it wasn't true for in my head lurks a dark side of me that just seems to want to relieve you the angel in me begs of me to stop that the demon screams out a harsh no such conflict causes a great distress as I feel inside my mounting anger grow our interaction is a clash of strong wills so I find myself swaying away very far you are an enemy to my state of mind but my heart doesn't take this any more so sail us into the sunset whilst you can there's nothing to win out there if you stay hoist up your anchor while we're still afloat or let the current carry us any damn way..

Expectations, hopes, thoughts, and dreams- all flash through my mind every moment They blind me to the truth,  and bind me to a web of errors. They provide the distortion And when they shatter my anger, they transfix deeper into me. Schemes, tricks, lies, fear- artificiality- rules it all And what i've buried within to stay- invulnerable, unscathed, and unaffiliated; Has betrayed me pretty squarely, And left me with this weak, vacant esthesis... somebody please take it all away, or take me from all, away.

So long I’ve traveled down this winding road, Carried on my back what seems a heavy load. I feel like breaking away sometime. So long but I’ve never crossed the line, Never paid attention to beyond and behind. I feel like breaking away sometime. So long I’ve gone at the safest speed, Trying to make sure I met every single need. I feel like breaking away sometime. So long I’ve met with the same old peoples, Always trying to put a smile upon my face. I feel like breaking away sometime. I feel like breaking away sometime, From these safe tracks I’d love to stray. Run a red light, or fail to yield, Take a short-cut across some field. Show up quite late in tees and jeans, or Laugh my head off when somebody screams. Run to the center and off the road, and Leaving way behind my heavy load. Roll the windows up and breathe the air, Just leaving behind my every care. Longing to do what I like, Going somewhere I would love, I feel like following my heart sometime, I ...

Before going through this article, please note that I am neither the family man kind of person, nor the greedy Uncle Scruz kind of man. I am fairly different, from exploring places to reading novels to watching contemporaries to spending time alone. I do what I like and mind it, it has got to do nothing with those “You surely disrespect your parents and elders” and “You don’t know about the real world, son” type stereotype statements. That’s why, please don’t flinch on reading this and start with usual monotones like”He is selfish” or “At present he is blinded”. I only thought this (blogging) as the best option to pour my shit out. Indian weddings, mostly arranged marriages, are known for their grandeur and elaborate nature. Pre-wedding rituals begin days before the wedding date with Roka or formal commitment of both the families towards marriage. It is followed by Sagaai (engagement), Haldi, Mehndi, Sangeet and several such customs varying from families to families.    ...

What am I gonna do? Who am I gonna look up to? For there are a hundred diversions, But road to satisfaction, none. Should I break away from the chains? Give away myself to these salty rains? And I am fed up with these restrictions Like I am gonna give up to the frustrations But its true that I wanna fly away wherever my thoughts give me a way.. I hate these boundaries, my Head goes numb When I fly away, You surely dance aplomb. I can't live when the premises are strict Else me with all of us would have a rift Please let me all of ye, my decisions share I promise, am gonna all your lives, care Or its true one day I am gonna fly away Wherever my damn thoughts give me a way..

God, The Man with the gun, don't you hear my shriek? I yell hard and I scream. An exit to eternity I seek.  I wish I was not present, just away from this all. I wish I could stand out, quite free and tall.  I kick about and yell, there’s nowhere to run. You please tell me, because my life is done. I'm afraid for such life, I want to be free, I want to live. Now that I have found that other part of my heart, She’s not ready to forgive.  I can tell you don't care, not even one bit. So go ahead and pull the trigger. Just a Fire and a single Hit.

Felonist visions of a world on water Decisions charred like used-up match-sticks Pleasant formalities greedily exchanged Somewhere hostility meets tolerance ..and the world assumes all is right only to be filled with lies and illusions we just don't know any better...