Showing posts with label People. Show all posts
Showing posts with label People. Show all posts
Monday, July 8, 2013
Sunday, June 23, 2013
So much...So Less---
So much...
So less..
So less
So much--
If I become content...
I am uneasy...
When I am easy..
I am scared!!
My wants are in excess..
and I see shortage..
of time and space--
and yet I never wish--
never wish to settle down for less!
Life is larger...
larger than you think it is---
and my canvas is full of colors..
I can never draw an object---
it's a vivid imagery in my head...
Love...
if you watch closely---
that's the common element---
that we all are searching for---
in our work...
in people we meet...
it's the never ending end...
it's the new beginning!
So much
So less...
So less
So much!!
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
We Could Die Chasing This Feeling...
We could die chasing this feeling...
this feeling of freedom..
of untying ourselves from bonds…
of running away from society…
of doing what ‘I’ wanted…
We could die chasing this feeling…
Of being loved…
Of letting go--
Of not holding on to people…
We could die chasing this feeling…
Of dreaming with eyes open
Of creating the music in our head
And thinking life would dance to our tunes…
We could die chasing this feeling…
And it wouldn’t stop till the end comes…!!
Monday, February 25, 2013
Banaras
I haven't yet witnessed
a place
where menfolk, animals, rickshaws, trucks, autos,carts, bullocks, cattle, dogs proceed in narrow lanes
without any complains...
People are happy high...
You sit at a corner sipping kulhad chai
and someone would start sharing
their favourite Banaras story...
I stepped in and thought
what a big mess have I arrived into!
But walking past the narrow lanes..
Eating the cheap good food..
And feeling sad for ganga..
I leave banaras being amazed
by the spirit of the city..
It's filthy...
yet beautiful in its own chaotic ways...
Monday, February 11, 2013
The new "If"
If things would happen...
The way we plan,
If missing out on something, somebody...
Wasn't ever destined...
If every destination...
Had the same fate...
I surely would have missed out
A lot in life!
If all connotations were the same...
If people had loved ...
But never lost...
If no one was ever furious...
No matter what...
I would have never grown up!
If everyone had been immortal...
If no graveyards had existed...
If death were just a word...
I would have never valued life
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Mangoes in my Dustbin
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What looks good...is not what you should be eating..! |
There surely comes a time in life...when there's no going back--
Well, not referring to some incidence of estranged love being found...not happening...never happens--
It is just about this thela wala, the fruit vendor I met--and what he told me...that stopped everything around me for a moment...
Atleast that's how I would put it....
I am not a ritual fruit buyer...my room mate is awesome at grocery shopping and I never put my feet in her domain.
For some reason, she was out and so for a change I did fruit shopping.
For the love of mangoes, my eyes were just searching for a thela with not so good looking mangoes (ideally the good looking ones are chemically treated...)
I coudnt decide what to pick..what not to...and out of curiosity, I just started questioning this thela wala---
Or probably my profession made me do that..Whatever, this is what happened...
Vendor 1
Me: Bhaiya yeh AAM chemical so to nhin pkaya hai?
Fruitwala: Madam sara Kela pkaya hai chemical se, baki kuch bhi nhin, haan aam ko pathar se pkaya hai...
Me: I coudn't decipher kaunsa pathar untill I realised it is some chemical again(ripening agent)
And so I moved to another thela.....
Vendor 2
Me: Yeh aam shi hai bhaiya? Kya ise chemical se treat kiya hai
Fruitwala: Madamji, ap jo bhi khate ho, sab zeher hi toh (Poison) hai!
Me: Startled....(Did he just said it) " Matlab yeh pkaya hai carbide se?"
Fruitwala: Madam, aap khin bhi chale jayo, aisa hi milega....koi sach btayega aur koi nhin...sare fal...aur sari sabziyaan aisi hi hain....hum sab zehar kha rhe hain aur ab kuch bhi nhin kar sakte
Me:I stood there for a while, looking at everyone...busy buying fruits/vegetables in the market---
We all know what is happening--what we consume is adulterated---we know that, but at the back of our minds, its hard to except it.
We go ahead and eat those vegetables, buy the mangoes and eat and drink POISON...probably because there is nothing pure left around....
I did buy those mangoes...because I know I cannot breathe air and live forever...
What scares me---there are so many diseases which will catch as anytime sooner...when we use these masalas, chemicals to ripen fruits......vegetables....
I do not want to get into the science or technical aspect of it, we all can google it, but I am seeing a Death soon....such an incident makes you believe that We as consumers are so ignorant, probably because we have fallen into the trap....of which there is no coming out...!
And for people who sell us these products...the eagerness to mint money makes them contaminate food products---for better sales--do hell with the quality.
Go Organic....well, its not affordable for every strata...
Then what is the solution?
Still looking for an answer.......
For the moment--I just threw that packet of mangoes in my dustbin, as this line echoes in my head----
" Yeh Poison se pkaya hai".
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Grave Lilies
Decision...
but in my head!
A picture...
that resides--
with a stone tied heart...
and I let it sink.
Sink in deep...
Like a grave...
with pebbles...
and lilies!
I visit you sometimes..
there's no voice...
nor can I make believe myself,
that you'd come--
so I sit...
Breathe..
Feel...
and take my steps back ...
Back..
to live --
On the terms I've decided!
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Indigo…
Post birthday morn---
Regular day at work,
Yawning,
Reminiscing the last night,
Family--- friends,
Orchids,
Chocolate..
Wishes
for a rewind!
Workplace…
And a parcel awaits,
Glistening blue with pride!
Unwrapping--- such a mess,
Clutter all over.
Comes out…
Silver~
An object,
in my must have list…
I am blissful,
I smile!
I am on moon for a moment,
Penning down …
Midnight...
Filling ink,
I am blue all over---
And amidst indigo…
I miss the friend…
And love the fluorescence spilled..
All over!!
Thursday, January 19, 2012
The BIG bogus INDIAN WEDDING!!
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Marriage or Mirage! ;) |
Talk of marriage--- still fails to understand why we would not bother to help for a cause---but spend for waste !!
Talk of waste---had all the beggars of Delhi been fed in a pandal together---that would have been a greater cause than inviting people/relatives who never bothered or gave a damn.
Why it is satisfying to see people attending huge ceremonies---getting contended by the weight of gold---and rather not love the weightlessness of simplicity in life---?
While conversing with someone almost my father’s age, I got to know about his big plans for his daughter’s wedding--
That’s what he said----
“We have extended the celebrations to 5 days, earlier the custom just kept it to two days but now, the trend has changed…..there would be drinks too,because if you don’t keep that, whatever big efforts you do,seems a waste!!"
And left me wondering,
5 days of loud music--
5 days of bling bling--
5 days of sleepless nights...
5 days of generation of tonnes of MSW---
Jesus---all he is talking about is making others happy---what difference would it make –the crowd will come , hog food, drink, curse someone around for the dress he/she is wearing……would be inquisitive to know whether the marriage is arranged/love?
Is their anything else that ever happens or ever will?
Why can’t the entire affair be low key and minimalistic rather than so out of the box and blown out of proportion?
I can never stop or change everyone’s mentality—I rather think too differently …
But I surely know…when it will be my turn—it will be without pollution of noise, people and mentalities!!
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