Saturday, April 12, 2008

Our breed

We are all senseless creatures trying to be intelligent
We know it but we pretend to ignore
We try to make things easy for ourselves but don't realize the difficulty of understanding the easy
We innovate and think we are creative assuming our success
We talk like we own everything ignoring the debts
We think we are poor and ask for more
We know it deep down within, what we do will bounce back at us
We are senseless creatures planning our own death under the disguise of modernism

Choice and eraser

His eyes choose to look away when she is around
His smile chooses to please someone else's heart
His hands choose to withdraw every time she holds his
His hug chooses to comfort some other miss
His jokes choose to entertain everyone but her
His talks choose to play like music in someone's ears
Its his choice that chooses, he says
So she chooses to forget him and all those days

Just a question

Can't death wait?

My little fingers


I wanted it so badly that i forgot why i wanted it.

There was no need to fake the need when the need to feel the need was mistook for what i thought was the need.
Leave it because the want is dead and hence the need must die too. Your need never needed you to be his need. So there need not be any want which is not your need.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Should i sleep or should i read?
Should i work or should i eat?
Should i stand or should i run?
Should i use a blunt knife or a shot gun?

Should i kill or should i get killed?
Should i think or should i paint on the shoe that i have?
Should i ask or just let the truth die?
Should there be tears or let the fake laughs cry?

I think not that i think this way
to even think about it everyday!

Bubblegum theory

One day a man was passing a classroom. He was super depressed in his life. He needed some entertainment to get away from the shallow life of his. So he decided to enter this classroom.

Seeing him enter the students remained stunned for few seconds. The next few minutes passed by discussing the number of students in the class. For that too, the depressed man appointed few students to sit(actually stand) and learn numbers in the form of their friends!

While the selected victims remained busy, the super sad and depressed man moved a lot from one place to another... and during this course of action his eyes fell on the word 'art' in one of his papers. This brought him to think about the movement his body made that led him to this word!
During this deep thinking session, the students were getting impatient with his unpredictability. So to shut the chatter boxes, he thought lets give them something that will steal away their sleep and peace of mind for the next few minutes(actually days). The word 'art' was running in his head.... and the movement of his body..... Oh my GOD! my God! ART MOVEMENT! EUREKA! Lets give them some work on these two words.... and just for fun!!! (exactly in Russell Peters way) ask them to chew off their brains!

By the way ...... Rudolf the red nose rain deer ...had a very shiny nose...and if you ever saw it...pack your bags and ..let us GOOOOOO

PS: to all my fellow Symbians of 2006 know what i am talking about! ehh..

A new home, a new job

It was in the air! Floating like the magic carpet, weightless and merry
It brushed along the souls it came across, spreading the fragrance of joy
Dancing to the tunes of the was nearing her
She anxiously waited on her toes, looking out for her turn
Sitting on the waves of the wind, it slowly reached her side
She closed her eyes to get ready for the eternal feeling
Her body felt a hundred heart beats together
Eyes were now shut tight like a jammed door
Hands were damp like she just dipped them in rosewater
It would happen now and she would be happy forever
There were a hundred hearts in her body
Cool winds slapped her hard as ever
It is over. she thought
She opened her eyes to thank it but found herself staring at faces she didn't recognize
A smile ran across their face as she brushed along their side
Sweet smell touched every spot that she stepped upon

Her eyes searched for it but in vain
How could it disappear without meeting her? she cried
Why not her? she questioned
Minutes of distress passed
She wiped her tears and decided to leave

But something stopped her, each time she took few steps
Not just one but any direction she chose
She was locked! she panicked
It never came and blessed her with happiness
Only passed her close enough to lock her in a cage, she moaned
Tears fell like the monsoon rains
And black clouds crowded her mind
Thunders of hatred made her blood gush like a wild river in her body

All this chaos stopped her from realizing that the locked cage was 'it'
Now it was she who brought smiles on drowned faces
She did not just get brushed by it but also resided in 'it',
The Bubble of Joy.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

That one minute...

Her eyes widened. The seat lost all the comfort it provided. Suddenly all the nerves in her body left her alone. She wanted to run to a cliff and scream her guts out, but her voice betrayed her too. The people around her started to spin. Her hands wanted to hold something solid, but her brain refused the command. Her body felt the rush of blood.

She wanted to remember all those times which made her happy. The new school she joined, the new friends she made, graduation party, the day she met Anand, the day he proposed, the day they got married. All the events flashed like lighting bolts in her head. The picture of Anand smiling everytime she blew air in his ears captured her mind. She had come 25 years hence, seen her two boys grow and make a living for themselves. The day her sons graduated, the tears that rolled down her eyes. Anger, joy, sadness, anxiety, fear, depression all flooded her heart. She wanted to break free. And she was going to.

That tiny pain in her chest lingered around. Ignorance is the culprit, she thought. If only she could turn back time. Just a minute ago she wanted to go watch a movie. But now she wanted to visit all possible places that she had not. She wanted to eat all that she had missed out on. She wanted to meet all those who she dreamed about atleast once. But somehow all seemed like cookies in a locked jar. Just a minute ago she was going to be done with this appointment and quickly grab a seat in the theatre. But she was exposed to the fact that it is her luck that she is still alive. The cancer had grown way too far till the liver.

She touched Anand’s hand who could not stop the tears rolling down his face. They both stared at each other and said a million things. With all consciousness lost, she walked upto the window behind. She turned back to find Anand and the Doctor stare at her back. She lifted her hand and found herself staring at the watch. It was 3.46 pm, 14th October, 2007.

The countdown had begun. She stared outside the window and noticed that a kid was just about to get run over by a car but was saved in time. She wished if someone could come and give her a hand and pull her back out of the whirlpool that she was stuck in.

Slowly she started to feel the window pane, her feet felt the ground and her brain registered what she saw. She looked at her watch and looked back at her husband. She wished they would stop staring.

She took a step forward and said, “we are late for the show.”

PS: A special dedication to my Shaila pachchi...miss you a lot!