Negativity

Disclaimer: All the below mentioned words are strictly negative. Any resemblance to living is purely fictional...NOT.

• Waaathah
• Chal nikal
• Ghanta
• Haaaaaaath
• Tera baap
• Bhuugh
• Haan...barabar haah...
• Shaadi mai aaya hai kya?
• Andhaa

Rains

I love the rains. Yes, it's quite a bold statement for a Mumbaikar, but I can't stop loving the rains; even the ones that pour out when you just about to move out. Not that I'm an enemy of a bright sunny day, but you got to accept the rains do bring a smile on our faces. Ironically, winter claims the podium for my favorite season, but rains run quite close to the competition. While winters can give me a pleasant cozy sleep and may even force to go that extra minute or two to rattle in bed, the monsoon succeeds in seducing me to jump-start for long walks as the rain droplets crash my feet. Not to forget, some awesome instrumentals and acoustics songs pampering my ears.

This year the rains are good too. Although mother nature hasn't been gracious to the norther part of India, and I hope she forgives us humans for ruining her over the years, I wish and hope rains ease out in north India and the people reach back home safely. Coming back to central India - Mumbai that is, rains have been good and I'm loving every moment of Mama Nature being kind and showering us with rains. many a times, rains force to stay indoors, but this gives me a time-void to go back in my past and weigh the mistakes I've made and dragged others along and gives me the opportunity to ensure the journey left can be covered better.

Rains, so this was for you. Thank you GOD for showering us with good rains. Hoping everyone is loving the rains. For those driving to work and back home, let's not blame monsoons for the mess we create. For others, try walking in the rains, nothing beats shunning yourself under the umbrella, drowning yourself in some good music and walking.

Disclaimer: Despite walking in ankle deep water, rain on me!

The Pursuit

Justice denied; the lies jab to prevail,
Justice achieved; a SAVIORS care.

A day locked with fury; the unchanging ways of the dejection pursued.
Anger, hatred, disappointment flooded, but mercy prevailing.

No resurrection for the darker side,
No incarnation to the dying side.

Candles burnt at both ends; bridges torn in frustration,
Surrender to HIM; the ways so unchanged; the I in the decision I make.

Heading ahead into the unknown and the mysterious eclipse,
Not knowing what is right; but ABBA I hold YOUR gracious hands.

HIS voice prefaced, HIS grace unleashed,
All the negatives from the closet, buried in the past, choked to chase the life ahead.

Counting the failures, leveling them with desires fulfilled,
Trying hard not to look; failure chasing and the pursuit continues.

Oh FATHER! Increase my trust in thee, these feet walk the unwanted path,
My faith trembles with an ambiance of a thicker grey, yet with YOU I stand.

Awaiting the day of resurrection, the day the desires reject to reincarnate,
The day we are made worth, the day we are cleansed, the day we are made one.

What do you mean?

This happened a few weeks back and I always wanted to say this. So, here it is, loud and clear....hopefully!

It’s a bright Monday morning. I’m early to work and perilously hungry, but something goes terribly wrong…

Calvin: Arey, ek Misal Pav dena.
Raju, man with the dirty plastic glove: Sirhh, abhi tak ‘Pav’ aaya nahi. Thodayeh time maieh ayega. (Yes, South Indian bugga.)

*Beeeeep* I swipe out to go back to my work station. Suddenly I see a man approaching the canteen with a gazillion pavs. I change my destination and follow the man with the pav back to the canteen.

Raju, man with the dirty glove: Arey Pav aaya.
Calvin: (*Screming thought-cloud*) Raaaaaaacissssstttt

I: The Disgusted Indian

Another rape case again. In the days to come, I feel we would be more upset about the Indian team not performing than a brutal rape of a 15 or 18 years old innocent girl. Things will turn casual if this repeatedly happens. Oh wait! It is repeatedly happening. Not justifying what the terrorist do, but although they have no good reason to do what they are doing, at least they have the courtesy to rig a bullet straight to your head rather than form a group to gang rape, torture, and dump your loved one on the highway or a sewage whichever comes first on their way back home. A minister in the paper recently said, “Marry the boys young to avoid rape.” Wow! The concept of rape in marriages, exciting, isn't it Mr. Minister? (Oh yeah! By the way, Ministers lead our country or at least are supposed to lead.)

In a nation where we boast of culture and tradition that regards women as the source of goodness, where are we heading? It is really depressing and all the more disturbing to see our fellow brethren disregarding women and stoop down to the level of raping an innocent woman travelling back home with her boyfriend. No, I do not wish capital punishment for these accused. Rather, I would like them to be exposed to sheer brutality like we see in any gore movie and then be dumped into a sewage to rot and if their luck favors, probably die. They need not be executed; rather we need to make them suffer to kill them. Although this is my personal opinion, I bet most of you folks reading this would agree.

As I travel this morning to work I pondered on the brutality we have aligned ourselves to. This rape case was just one of them. Every day millions of rape/molestation cases happen across our nation. And not just that, young girl children are victims too. How can we stop it? Is subjecting the accused to capital punishment the solution? Is nailing the accused to sheer brutality and terminating him from society a solution? What if the demons fail to rest and still opts for rape despite the dire consequences he is aware of? Also, what if a woman falsely accuses a man of rape? Although from the bottom of my heart I want the accused to be butchered to death, I can’t stop but push myself to think about the solution. Would I be at peace to send my girlfriend/sister/wife or even my mother to a World out there ridden with rapist hiding in the dark corner of almost every street? I definitely wouldn't. Even if the accused are executed, the wounds may heal, but the scars remain.

To battle this situation, all of us need is a self-awareness about respect, our limits, and self-control. Sorry to say this, but especially the men need to learn this. No capital punishment would curb the rape/molestation cases that are reported daily and tossed into fame and the ones that remain covered under the filthy sheets of traditional practices. We need to learn to love and allow to nurture it through self-control. No amount of punishment can cub this evil practice permanently unless there is self-awareness and an immense feeling of love or at least respect for the other. Education needs to take pace and pierce through poverty and the reach out to the remote masses. People need or rather have to understand what the consequences of any evil are on the victim rather than on the accused. Would they choose the same thing to happen to their mother/sister or their own wife? People need to be aware of this and if not, they need to be made aware of this. The only solution I see is educating them and bringing them up to a level to learn to respect every woman they see, even whilst bird-watching and understand and master the art of self-control. To end this post, I wish and pray for every girl who is a victim of such irrational and lunatic behavior. May GOD give them all the strength, power, grace, or whatever we may call it to battle such an extent of bitterness they have experienced in life.

Some terrorist are outside the country, but a million are already resting inside!

Symphony

I ask myself who makes music,
The clatter of a beggar or the wealth of the rich.

I ask myself who makes music,
The chirping of the morning bird or the sound of a sedan.

I ask myself who makes music,
The laugh of innocence or the arrogance of maturity.

I ask myself who makes music,
The care of a loved one or the one whom we chase in vain.

Oh! It is time to look back now,
And tune to ourselves and align to HIS will.

Because when I asked myself who makes music,
The voice inside me replied, “YOU DO!”

Changing Ways

All the paths that I tread thinking they were right,
Plundered and killed a million ideas.

Some were right, rest were just a massacre,
I was led astray, I gave in to temptation.

Now that I open my eyes,
I fear I may close them again as the days pass by.

I took people for granted; assumed they would understand,
I was wrong, regret not all, but many of my actions.

Today I stand in realization,
To understand and look at the oncoming storm.

I cling on to my crucifix,
And I pray that I don't fall.

I've had my share of falls, but now its time to rise,
Time to be humble, time to apologize.

Strength from above keeps me heading,
Into a battle of joy and grief.

I was made to fight - flesh, blood, and spirit,
Unless HIS power rests, I shall wither.

FATHER, hold me now, this battle takes me down,
I put my faith and might in YOU alone.

Hope my sins will be forgiven, sins count to a million,
But I'm not just the one; hope to see you on the other side.