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Thought would write something for u...

2010-12-02T00:50:00.001-08:00

Thought would write something for u...

And believe me...every word i write here is true...
We've just talked for two days...
But each moment felt like a maze...
Making me loose myself in it more n more...
Where i was going ...i was not sure...
I just kept taking steps, without thinking right or wrong...
Rather i should've held onto myself n known where i belong...
I simply got carried away...
Emotions high, knew no way...
Never felt this innocence in a voice before...
It did touch me inside...and did to the core...
You might again call this all bullshit...
And hold it all against me for the mistake i did commit...
But i swear i never wanted to hurt u...
Only wanted to know u more n come close too...
As i said, there was nothing in my mind before hand...
It just happened n nothing was preplanned...
What u saw was just my emotional part...
Trust me I'm a much better person at heart...
You said all sorts of words...
They did hurt...what else I can say...
Just did not think what i was saying...
With me my mind ...just kept playing...
One thing just led to another...
Feelings and emotions flowed together...
Now it feels bad, wish i could turn the time...
Like a flick to a nickel, penny...or to a dime...
But i know words once said never come back...
And they can even leave scars blue n black...
Please forgive me...n let it go...
Let me be the way i am, don't say no...
Please smile n give me a second chance...
I promise you I'll be strong n keep a firm stance...
Finishing it now and again...please don’t mind...

Be there...as a sweet memory...I try to find.

Fear

2008-05-18T16:12:00.000-07:00

After a long time I feel like writing again... I feel refresh, excited, charged-up... after a long time I'm happy...happy as in genuinely happy...so here is my take on fear...is it on general fear?...well no...its a take on the things I fear the most in my life...
Isn't life beautiful till the time u have everything that u need around u or sometimes even more than u actually need...but what if one day u get up and everything around u just changes or vanishes...how wud u feel? confused, helpless, hurt...will it really matter that much... will you be able to feel the real importance of the things which were 1's around u but arnt now becoz u've lost them, becoz u dint care for them when they were near... sometimes u ignore the truth or become indifferent...but does it really help u get rid of the fear of lossing...fear that is hidden somewhere in the core of ur heart under all ur emotions covered with a seal...locked with all ur secrets...we all know that life is a beautiful song which should be sung each day whether or not u good at it...shine bright like the sun all day long and glow glittery like the stars in the night...but do we really do that...do we really practice what we preach...well some might say that they do and some that they atleast try to but the truth is that even when we know what we sud be doing in life, we dont do it...we dont practice our thoughts... we dont follow our heart all the time...we dont becoz of our fears... fear of loosing, fear of disappointment, fear of letting someone down...fear of facing the reality...fear of facing 1's real self... life is surely tuff but living with those fears is more tuff...so why not get up...tie-up ur shoe and get ready to face and fight with all ur fears... confess all ur fears n doubts...take out all that is bothering u and then see how u feel...everything around u will be as beautiful as u expect it to be...as it was before...everything will be fine and 1's again u'll be happy smiling, singing, dancing like no one's watching u...like I am today...I'm happy...so so soooooooo happy!!

A New Day Is Set...

2007-02-03T11:55:00.000-08:00

A New Day is set before me like an unwritten volume with all its pages blank waiting for me to scribble on them my each days moments that had brought joys n sorrows so that at the end of the year i look upon it with rejoicing rather than regret... it is asking me to look behind n understand with faith n love around me...wanting me to forget the pains which brought me insane.
The day is promising to give me a fresh start not only at the beginning of the year but every morning that i wake up...it promises to welcome me with its soothing fragrance of freshness, so that i have the courage to hold a chance to start it new n make things work right. Today the world and everything in it is as beautiful as i dreamt of it to be.
Now i'm all set with the enthusiasm which is the power of my new life without which i was all flat...i'm all set with hope n faith which has nullified all the past memories n made me realize that the journey is yet to begin...till then i got to hold on with patience quitely after putting my worries in its proper place-out of my life.
Now i have all the time to invest in me n give it all the attention n love that it deserved... I'm remembering the people who use to tell me things cant be done the way you want them to be... I'm thinking that throughout history has proved progress from people who said it can be done... who said that the secret to success is never to give up but is in taking up the challenge and making the impossible go possible.
I remember my mom telling me one's:

' Forget the past;

it's dead n gone.

Live for the Future;

it's alive n full of potential'.

All my life I've been scared of tears but had never realised that though they were silent n weak but still were precious like gems they sparkled in the eyes n soften my heart n even were the reason to clear my vision.
A New Day has proceeded to perform its actions n I am all strived to explore something new even before someone else discovers

Love U MAMAA...

2006-09-04T12:34:00.000-07:00

I choose this special day,
A day which is u'r birthday,
Not to thank you but to thank the god...
God who created you,
I wonder why?
Was it to help us understand his world,
Was it to show us ways in which to grow,
Or was it to give us a special friend ,
Who could possibly be there with us,
In all ups n downs...
And would still ask for nothing,
Who could guide us right instead of wrong...
But anyways!
May it be for any reason,
I still choose this special day,
To tell you, to let u know that...
I'm thankful for u'r unconditional love
N for your hard work in me,
To make me what I'm,
And not what I could be without U...
Love U MAMAA...

Words...

2006-09-01T05:52:00.000-07:00

Do u ever think y God created words so beautiful n warm,
well guess to listen to our confidence,
to share our smiles n tears...
sometimes when they try our patience or
borrow our expression we name them so selfish,
n yet as the time goes by our understanding grows
in knowing their real source...
Its easy to b with them, for there's no need to pretend,
n there's nothing like words when u really need a friend...
Thats y they r expressions of pleasures which are to be kept in treasures...

Life of a student...

2006-08-01T02:52:00.000-07:00

Life of a student is full of care,
As we pick up books n books everywhere.

In History the names of dead people are used,

And to study them we are often confused.

Grapes of English are often sour,
Cannot get marks more than four.

We do sums of angles n triangles,
Learning them our minds are tangled.

Our eyes are full of tears,
Hearing that examinations are near.

Really what is our life?
Full of caves everywhere,
Have no time to stand n stare...

Dard hota hai ki ehsaas...

2006-08-01T02:39:00.000-07:00

Dard hota hai ki ehsaas
Abhi baki hai,
Jaan attki hai ki koi
Saas abhi baki hai...

Naami ankho mein kuch
Iss tarah se hai,
Ki koi khab sajane ki
chaah abhi baki hai...

Nazaar jhuki si hai kuch iss tarah,
Ki palak uthane ki chah abhi baki hai...

Dabi hui si hasarat
Hai is dil mein kuch aisi,
Ek hassi safar mein tera saath
Pane ki chaah abhi baki hai...

Tears...

2006-07-31T04:16:00.000-07:00

They flow on cheek,
They are silent and are weak,
Wet and light on the spring,
They sparkle like gems on a ring,
They are brief as a dream,
But they taste of a salty stream,
They neither speak nor make a sound,
Nobody has know, nobody has found,
What are these, I think I know,
Yes these are tears I know, I know…

The Word Is "Domestic Abuse"

2006-07-31T04:12:00.000-07:00

There have been many cases some on formal records and some informally avoided of confrontation but is it really not important to prevent it from happening… it is known in many terms some call it as possessive act and some incompatibility in relationship… but the word is DOMESTIC ABUSE.
Domestic Abuse is an act or behavior that inflicts or is intended to inflict physical harm. Along with the physical violence there are hurtful words which demean another person as well as threaten with violence. Making light of the abuse and not taking her concerns about it seriously, saying the abuse never happened shifting responsibility for abusive behavior is not a right way to deal with such situation. To Abuse is almost entirely about control of the abuser over the victim. It is often a primitive and immature reaction to life circumstances in which the abuser (usually in his childhood) was rendered helpless. It is about re-exerting one's identity, re-establishing predictability, mastering the environment – human and physical. The abuser, losing control means going insane as he is aware of the victims “INABILITY TO EXPRESS FEELINGS WITH WORDS” which makes other people as mere elements in the abuser's mind. Abusive individuals are usually very emotionally dependent on their spouse who soon makes them feel inability to manipulate or to control their own life as they start feeling lack of support in their relationship. Imagine if you suddenly were to find out that you cannot manipulate your memories or control your thoughts... Nightmarish!
The abuser acts unpredictably, capriciously, inconsistently and irrationally. Most victims attempt to present to their children a "balanced" picture of the relationship and of the abusive spouse but here children have a right to know the overall state of affairs between their parents. They have a right not to be cheated and deluded into thinking that "everything is basically OK" – or that the separation is reversible. Both parents are under a moral obligation to tell their offspring the truth: the relationship is over because most men who abuse their partner go on to abuse their children. The victimized parent should tell the child that abusive conduct is wrong and must be avoided. The child should be taught how to identify the warning signs of impending abuse – sexual, verbal, psychological, and physical.
Moreover, a responsible parent should teach the child how to resist inappropriate and hurtful actions. The child should be brought up to insist on being respected by the other parent, on having him or her observe the child's boundaries and accept the child's needs and emotions, choices, and preferences. The child should learn to say "no" and to walk away from potentially compromising situations with the abusive parent. The child should be brought up not to feel guilty for protecting himself or herself and for demanding his or her rights.

I Wish, I Could...

2006-07-10T15:51:00.000-07:00

I wish i could go up the skies
And touch the grey clouds drifting sides

Where the winds are humming
Similar songs of peace and joy
With the air so clean and the sky so high

Where i could let go the wounds of pain
And could cherish the tempting treasures insane

Where the moonbeams showers the night with pride
And lead me to climb the sky so high

Where i could learn the magic to fly
And seek a refuge in the starless night

Where i could sit in peace
In the valley of gleaming lights

I wish i could go up the skies...
I wish i could go up the skies...

BPO counters Brain Drain

2006-06-27T13:36:00.000-07:00

The BPO industry has not only changed the lethargic, shiftless and procrastinating enviornment into an exciting and experimental based enviornment but has also an exciting and amazing working environment which was not different than that in Europe. From the process of interviewing while recruiting to the necessary training provided by the employer to the employees is just commendable.
The industry not only gives its employees an oppourtunity to work in an international enviornment but also undertakes short tours as per their business need which does give the workers a chance to explore the outer world as well as expand their area's of inventions.
The brain-drain from engineering institutes is no more a source of concern to the Indian software industry. Finally its time for india to take a leap in the foreign economy leaving behind the time when IIT-ians and IIM graduates where lured by foreign companies for handsome remuneration as working on foreign land was always perceided by the youngsters of India who at one point had a dream to be a part of the few so-called intelligent and intellectual who were offered a holistic experience of working at world-class facilities while at the same time enjoying an exotic lifestyle.
Now its no more a dream but a possibility for the Indian economy to dominate the high-tech area's of technological advancement and eventually bring nation pride.

INSOMNIA

2006-06-27T13:08:00.000-07:00

After heart trouble and depression, sleeping disorder is the most common problem worldwide. But this is just the tip of the iceberg. Earlier this was prevalent mainly among the elderly, whereas off late, even kids and teenagers have become its victims. The culprit is the fast paced lifestyle that has all the attributes of rendering a person 'nocturnal.'
According to the National Institude of Neurological Disorder and Stroke, the amount of sleep each person requires depends on many factors, including age. Infants require 16 hours of sleep in a day, teenagers nine hours while most adults need seven to eight hours. This, however can increase or decrease, depending on the 'sleep debt' one owes to his/her body clock. 'Sleep debt' is the amount snooze one has lost out on. Eventually your body wil demand that the debt be repaid, as sleep appears necessary for our nervous system to work properly. Too little sleep leaves one drowsy and unable to concentrate on work or play. Hence every hour of lost sleep can be compensated by three hours of complete sleep!
A survey of BPO's and Call Centers, which have people working in night shifts, revealed that alonost every second person working there develops insomnia, a condition wherein a person does not feel sleepyat all during nights. While many studies make it clear that sleep deprivation is dangerous since it effects both body and mind in the form of poor concentration, irritability, body aches etc, yet little heed is paid to rectifying it Instead an offshoot of the problem is addiction to sleeping pills and antidepressants, which ultimately result in neurological, psychological as well as heart problems. So before you join the league of the nocturnal; addicts, start paying your sleep debt!

Displaced Tibetan Generation in India

2006-06-27T12:01:00.000-07:00

The three decades old Tibetan Monastery Market under the ISBT flyover in delhi is not familiar to many of us. But what may not strike many is the story of displaced generation in themselves.
The market is home to the Tibetan REFUGEES who still are caugth in the memories of Chinese atrocities in the 1960's and when same kids were forced to undertake a two month long trek to India in search of hope, peace and a better future. But did they really get what they were in search of when they came from Tibet to India? Its a question which seeks its reply from ages and is still unanswered.
"Though we miss our motherland, going back is a distant dream that probably won't happen in our lifetime," says one of the young people in the market during an interview. Their coming to India seems a one-way journey, as there is little in terms of economy and education to go back to Tibet.
While many say they are happy being in India, where they also earn their daily bread, but they still have no rights to call India their own. They are still refugees, stilldisplaced, can't vote, can't pay taxes and can't own land. They get no preferentail support for education. Most of the youth study in the local monastery school till about class 8 or 9, but that is hardly the education that can fetch them a job or higher education.
Does the youth seen behind the stalls have no future but to sell goods? Why have they been denied the rights when they too like us were born and brought up in India? Will they always be refugees in spite of being a part of our society for more than 40 years? Is the Government listening?
There are almost 70 shops in this market selling jackets, shoes, denims, bags etc unlike popular belief the goods sold here are made in India and not imported from abroad. They are the one's settled widespread in Dharamshala, Dalhousi, Dehradun and many more places all over India.
They are the one's who have seen many demolitions in the early 1990's who are still not asking for any monetary help but for a little consideration and ackhnowledgement of existence not as refugees but as citizens of India. Till then, they will only be a generation displaced

The Lady In White

2006-06-27T10:56:00.000-07:00

The very first morning after my birth
I saw a lady in white
With peace she was and calm in her eyes
She held me in her arms and said welcome
To the world where you are the brightest star
She blinked her eyes when i opened my hands
To carry the pride i owed, to be born as an angel
And i grew on

The first morning when i stepped
In my class room that was in kindergarten
Where i learnt to pray n play
I learnt to know the world
And then i saw the lady in white
With peace she was and calm in her eyes
She held me in her arms
And said welcome to the world of knowledge
She blinked her eyes when i opened my hands
To carry the pride i owed, to carry the courage
To do something, something i didn’t know.

The first morning after my marriage
That morning was new just as the morning
With pristine fresh winds blowing high in the sky
And then i saw the lady in white
With peace she was and calm in her eyes
She held me in her arms
And said welcome the world where you are the queen
And which is your's forever
She blinked her eyes when i opened my hands
To carry the pride i owed, to carry the keys of happiness
To do anything and everything, something which i always wished for

The very first morning after i gave birth
To an angel a child of my own blood and flesh
That morning was new for her and i knew
What i had to do, to be the one?
So i held her in my arms
The pride the glow on my face to be
The lady in white with peace i was
And calm in my eyes
I welcomed her where she was the brightest star,
I blinked my eyes when she opened her hands
To carry the pride she owed to carry the love she owed
To be born as an angel, My Angel!

The Wonder House by Justine Hardy

2006-06-26T14:20:00.000-07:00

The Wonder House by Justine Hardy is a story based on the day to day life of the people in Kashmir. Its about an English widow of an Indian prince spends her days on a very old houseboat on Nagin(Snake) Lake in Kashmir with mute Suriya and her beautiful daughter Lila. Enter Hal, a journalist from England who falls in love with Lila ( I wonder why people fall and not rise in love). Hardy not only provides a rather engrossing love story but also a troubling picture of the "Kashmir problem". Though it provides loyalties of the local people, struggles of human relationships, a different but not unrelated personal tragedy unfolds with sympathetic account of recent times but lacks historical and, at times, political depth.

We come to feel for Gracie Singh, who seems real but yet so illusionary in her own self, who is sometimes over the top, yet so human and real in her heartbreaking loneliness. Likewise we are persuaded to accept the delineation of the motives behind a young boy from a loving home joining Kashmiri militants or the way passion blooms between Lila and the British journalist Hal. The state that Gracie finds herself in at the end of a long tragic life:

Gracie twitched and stared out at the lake beyond her narrowing world. There was a sound of gunfire from the city… A small boat moved across her horizon, its shape an upward brushstroke on the water.
And in the copper market in the city beyond the lake a teenage boy fell in the street across the road from an army checkpost. The bullet that killed him entered just below his collarbone and exited under his Adam's apple. The street was empty around the body, and a young soldier behind the sandbags vomited out of sight of any of the surrounding shopkeepers as they pulled back behind their stacked copper pots, silent hermit crabs.
The lake remained quiet.

Though its a fiction but seems so real with the background of political and historical events which are somehow related to the indo-pak conflicts created by a hand full of britishers with their so called theory of divide-n-rule, leaving the readers with many unanswered questions.

Was the kashmir issue always about land and religion or was it about the people with one soul but two bodies which further got divided into partitioned countries?

Where is the love and equality in the land which was one's known as the land of cultures and colours which is now left with moaning in their hearts which has just one wish to be one one's again.

Is it only adream or can we make it come true?

LOVE

2006-06-26T14:15:00.000-07:00

The feeling of true happiness,
In the season of spring…
The language of two hearts,
Expressing words with wings…
That eternal touch of splendor,
That transforms the common place into
wonder…
That sweetness of grace,
Of beauty without praise…
Sunshine of shared smiles,
Laughter that together rhymes…
The gift of treasure without any measure,
No matter how much to own will always
give you pleasure.
The mystery to be revealed,
With the magic which is sealed…
As much as you give, will always yield,
As fresh as a dewdrop in the wet green field…
What is it, which breaks all bounds?
Of logic, of science, of circumstances…
All the hearts it surrounds,
Surpasses mishaps and mischance…
What is it beyond body and mind?
That instinct existing in creature of all kind…
What is that ethereal substance?
To the name of the beloved it lends…
What is that bond that links?
Hearts and souls to the end…
It is a word most beautiful when silently said,
In your heart, when remembering a loved
One’s face…
It’s love; which stays when you are gone
And dead,
Its love; which means much more than
What is said!

“Call-centre calling!”

2006-06-26T14:12:00.000-07:00

Everyday we see many faces, some strangers and some even our friends , who toil their nights and sleep their days off. Can a 4-5 figure salary compensate for their losses?
For the many sleepless nights ? Their health ?

Welcome to the jungle! Of multinational call centres that feed on the ‘fresh’ and the young.

The priorities of the youth have changed. They are looking for easier and shorter avenues
To substantiate their newly acquired life styles and luxuries that their allowances can’t endure. Gone is the innocent fun of the college days where bunking classes was the way to life. Today the generation can hardly afford to attend classes out of their tight ‘schedules’. Students are rapidly losing their individuality and are becoming highly mechanized and commodified by the ‘new job’ providers. They are enchanted by the fame and money and are unaware of the fact that they hold nothing except the slavery of the MNC’s. They enter the lucrative environment thinking it’s the life they have always dreamt of, but actually they are left with no life of their own.

Day by day, or rather say Night after Night they are burning their creativity and energy for a cause that’s not their own. They are so confined in that arena that they have no time left for family and friends. It’s a career where one is nameless, voiceless and faceless, i.e. one uses an alias, dictated what to say and how to say, put on a fake accent and still they talk about individual performances. All in All, though call centre’ provide a quick way to success but it’s also shortlived. It's a oneway road from where turning back is difficult.

Behind all that glitter is the cold hell of hard work and exhaustion. And to think, what all does it amount for ultimately? Any answers?

A Tribute To Smoking

2006-06-26T14:03:00.000-07:00

With A cigarette in my hand I felt like a man-Few years back listening and watching this snippet from social ad campaign would have certainly discouraged every smoker in India but unfortunately nothing much happened except few of those who somehow managed to quit smoking, and for others like us, we took it as a song dedicated to the manhood of every Indian. Fortunately womanhood too had an up rise with little alteration to the words of this song.
This little white stick has had many “avatars” in India. Call it a “Bidi” or “Chiroot” or “Chillum”, or our legendary “Hookah” every form has not only been appreciated but comfortably adjusted in our daily customs and rituals from ages. If “Chillum” was a ticket to wisdom in Hippy era., “bidi” is symbol of rural folks Hookah being related to ruling class of India and then came our very own “cigarette” which broke all class barriers. Every one suddenly graduated to cigarettes from bidi’s but chillum and Hookah survived and is occasionally offered in Lounge bars to signify “bonding to the roots” ideology of Gen Ex in India.
Study of history of cigarettes in India is inseparable from the history of cigarettes in totality. No one knows when they were born or to be precise “made” but historians believe cigarettes were born out of cigar buts “butted” by “gentlemen” in Europe and their generosity gave birth to revolutions and rebellions in the past. The very birth of cigarette is testimony to breaking the class barrier, what was discarded was adapted by those who couldn’t afford the “real thing”. In India cigarettes never existed instead there were Hukka’s and chillums and most celebrated bidi’s. No one knows when we Indians this exquisite art of rolling Virginia in tendu leaves but sure this was exemplary and today bidi’s with different flavours and names can be found all around Europe and US of A. Though we Indians still cherish our old brand “Ganesh Chhap” ( and guess there is a huge Hue and Cry over Ganesh Brand Beer in US of A by NRI’s a classic case of selective amnesia). Every India sometime or the other in life graduates from a bidi to cigarette and if unfortunately he doesn’t either he is the most downtrodden and suppressed or he is our bollywood Actor Jackie Shroff. And for those who graduate to cigarettes we have different brands to chose from, courtesy ITC Ltd and Godfrey Phillips Ltd.
Brand names of cigarettes have a lot to do with Indian psyche. A 555 B&H in your pocket has more appeal than a Charminar or Panama. In fact it is more of the outer casing that matters rather than the sticks, only if you chose not to offer a single stick to those around you. Brand names are synonym to the regions of India if north goes for Capstan, south India appreciates Charminar or Bristol. Then come different forms of Cigarettes. Self rolled, Filter Less, with filter, navy cut, king size, lights, regulars and even mints and cardamoms and what nots. For those who believe cigarettes are not their kind they have varied choices of Cigars, king Edwards, Prince, Havana Etc but again these are less common because they symbolise a certain age group apart from the class and incomes.
It hurts every smoker in Delhi univ. when someone talks or takes out a demonstration against smoking within the campus. Cigarette has been great healer and bonder especially for those living in hostel barracks. It’s easy to recall how a single stick passes lips like Merlin Monroe kissing with her skirt on fire. All sense of caste and creed blow up in the smoke and socialism thrives. Many a time’s cigarettes have resolved mess bill and room change issues late nights in hostels. Cigarettes with a bottle of vodka and boiled eggs have been celebrated on every farewell part in chilling days of January winters in Delhi. Imagine how easy it is to knock on a fresher door to ask for a match stick knowing he doesn’t smoke and how he is welcomed to the cartel with the first puff he takes. Not only the class and caste barriers are lost even the age barrier is shattered. Delhi University sat down at “pundit ji’s” dhaba opposite KMC main gate and behind Hindu over a cup of tea and navy cut. And how many theories have been born for development of India next to D-school and FMS. How can someone even think of closing down Chai wallah within D-school offering 4 Squares to would be Amartya Sen’s and Manmohan Singhs ( and hay Sardars smoke too…I can bet on that).
Cigarettes are not only great unifying force but tobaccos has saved world on great occasions, and if you happen to ask me how? Remember Winston Churchill with a cigar in WWII… or Present Day Fidel Castro or Sherlock Holmes with a pipe or our very own Rajani Kant blowing up the whole godown with a single bidi ?... imagine what if these people weren’t smokers…won’t the world be lot unsafe than ever… and if that’s not enough remember George Bush when he decide to “smoke” Osama out of his caves… well no one knows what smoking this intellect of universe was talking about but I am sure Osama is still “smoking” it out in his hide outs.
Some people believe smoking helps them concentrate and stay awake late nights and make India hop and run on the road to prosperity. Though it has been time and again proved that apples keep you awake more than a cup of coffee or a pack full of cigarettes but then it seems there is lot flesh to it…how else can you stay awake if it were not coughing and spitting blood late nights. In a country like India where condom use is still scarce as an ass’s horns there seems no other feasible family planning method other than smoking… it not only plans your family without a smoker but also makes sure the smoking couple is “smoked out” of the world sooner than later (still wonder why sanjai Gandhi took up compulsory vasectomy and tubectomy in emergency days?) besides proving much needed revenues to counter the huge budgetary deficit.
Cigarettes are a symbol of Freedom and Independence to Gen Ex and especially to females who had always been taken in for feeble sex. Though a woman visiting Vishno devi and wearing vermillion in her hair partings with a mangalsootra round her neck very well defies the notion of freedom from cliché’s and chauvinism. India has always been liberal when it comes to smoking in women. Rural woman have always been smoking bidi’s and though they are looked down upon as behenjis or mata ji’s but metropolitan females are same with a little variation… no leaves but a paper. (And guess what… we call them educated and modern woman) this is in spite of the fact that it has been proved to be more harmful to the fairer sex ( hay it smells bad when you kiss a girl who had a bidi or fag stick…doesn’t it?). But then again… who cares.. One can give life to be free isn’t it?
So much said and written the bottom line still remains and proved beyond doubt, for us Indians smoking is in our blood. We have lived through the ages listening to songs like “dum maro dum” and “main zindagi ka saath” besides “smoke on the water” and “the wall”. Not only us but even the “white skins” have been born with this peculiar trait in their characters. At least there is somewhere we can match their wits, we have time and again outnumbered and outshined them when it comes to finding new ways and methods to smoke and make this habit acceptable not only to the society but also make it a part of our religions whether that’s through “bam bam bhole” chants or “salaam wale qums”. And to end it all, none of us is to blame for once Marilyn mansion sung this song which went “I don’t like the drugs but the drugs like me”…and sure the fag stick loves and adores us.

A lovely dream…

2006-06-26T13:37:00.000-07:00

A lovely dream I cherish,
everyday and night.
Standing at one side of the beach,
alone thinking about the time ,
we spend together hand in hand.

A lovely dream I cherish,
everyday and night.
Sitting on the terrace,
gazing the bright shining stars,
with the sun set at one side,
I’m thinking about the time,
we met each other.
A small glimpse was enough,
to bound us together.

A lovely dream I cherish,
everyday and night.
Listening to the melodious, soft music
I’m feeling you near me.
It was just a small touch of yours
that gave me a warm shelter.

A lovely dream I cherish,
everyday and night.
With closed eyes,
feeling the essence of love,
with the fragrance of fresh roses.
May you and I sitting together,
when no one’s around.

A lovely dream I cherish,
everyday and night.
In the hills touching the sky,
cold winds blowing here and there,
climbing towards heaven.

Alas! Its just a dream that I cherish
Everyday and night.