Are We Really? Happy Independence Day Anyway!

After 64
years of Independence My
PM adresses the nation
covered by a bullet
proof glass. Happy
Independence Day.


After 64 years of
Independence
maximum security threat is
on the same very
Indipendence day. Movements
restricted, Looks Curfew
like situation. Happy
Indipendence Day.

After 64 years of
Independence I am a
refugee in My own
Country. Happy
Independence Day.

After 64 years of
Independence the most
corrupt goverment involved in
major scams accuces
Anna Hazare of
Corruption. Happy
Independence day.

After 64 years of
Independence Farmers
are killed at a point
blank range. Jai Jawan
Jai Kisan. Happy
Independence Day.

After 64 years of
Independence crores of
tax payers money is
spent on feeding and
providing security to
terrorists in jail. Happy
Indipendence Day.

After 64 years of
Independence we have
got the most silent
PM, who remains silent
even after crores of
rupees have been
Swindled. Happy Indipendence Day.

After 64 years of
Independence our films
are banned by politicians
even after cleared by
Censor board. Happy
Indipendence Day.


After 64 years of
Independence the Goverment
sits with the terrorists
across the table and
avoids the victims. Happy
Independence Day.

Are
we really Independent?
Happy Independence Day.

Truth this crazy heart of mine
is saying, dont let your heart get
enticed with anyone
Lies are all the promises of love
Every minute the one i loved,
the one i prayed
, that person only broke my
heart, she left meall alone.

Watch Out For Those Claws!

I must confess that before I
read the book I sort of already
disliked it. I had heard a lot of
negative reviews about it and
those had clouded my mind. I
needed to find out for myself.
So when I found
a copy of it nestled in my
friends bookshelf I grabbed it, another reason was that i had a college assignment for which i had to read this, but i was absent on the day when this assignment was announced, and i had to sign up my name then so that i could be eligable to participate in a group discussion after reading the books, anyway that's not happening and i'm anyway bad at these discussion that take place in college because my mouth never opens when i need it the most. So i decided to blog my views instead, so here it goes.

At first Aravind Adiga annoyed me
with all those clichés about India
and ‘Darkness’. I’ve had it up to
my ears really with NRI’s who sit
somewhere in the oh-so-perfect
Western world and distribute
their wise opinion as freely as
falling autumn leaves. But
somehow I was determined to
plough on and I’m glad I did.
The story is about the
protagonist’s journey from
‘Darkness’ to the murky dimly lit
avenues of the big city. From
innocence to slick city smartness.
From a smart kitten to a sly
white tiger. From a driver to an
entrepreneur. From a
determined to rise slave to a
considerate employer.
Somewhere along this journey
he loses sense of what is right
and wrong. He only knows that
he needs to rise and keep rising.
His aspirations keep growing and
his selfish motives bourgeon to
cloud all else, including his sense
of morality.
I love the style of narration. The
entire novel is a letter that the
protagonist Balram Halwai writes
to the Chinese Premier who is
about to visit India. Now why he
chooses to open his heart out
to a Chinese…is something I did
not understand. I’m sure there
is some sarcasm out there which
has escaped me. Is it that China
is India’s biggest competitor and
threat?
The novel touches upon various
inherent evils in the Indian
society. The caste system,
corruption, the zamindars and
the slave mentality of the
people – who accept their way
of life meekly, without
questioning. The corrupt political
system which like a crab does
not allow anyone to rise. The
exploitation of labour – where
daily wage earners pays
protection money to the village
big wig (for what joy??), where
a driver doubles up as a washer
of dogs, a cook and what not!
Then there is the other world.
The murky world of drivers in
Delhi. A fierce tribe who find
slimy ways to cheat upon their
equally slimy bosses!
What is it that corrupts Balram?
Is it circumstances? The people
around him? His considerate boss
– who fails to win Balram’s
respect? Pinky madam who
strangely leaves him 4,700 Rs
when she goes away? The other
drivers with their crooked
ways? His father – the rikshaw
puller who died of TB? His meek
brother who was helplessly
following his father’s footsteps?
Is it the politicians that his boss
meets and bribes amidst the
grand political pillars of the
capital?
This is a novel which sets you
thinking without actually being
preachy. Slightly tiring to read…
but nonetheless a must-read.
The prose is simple but the
depth is bewildering! Those many
issues that this novel deals with
they come and torture you just
like how a tiger toys with its
prey...OUCH!... and those claws
hurt!
Do I think it deserved a Booker
Prize – I honestly don’t know!

I AM A ? NEVERMIND!

I don't save lives
I am not a fire fighter
I am not godsend
I am not an Answer!

I am not a pretend
I am not liberty
I am not a smile
I am not
I am nothing.

I am not hope
I am noth a threat
I am not a prayer
I am not a slayer.

I am not a maim
I am not ashmed
I am not alive
Coz i didn't survive.

Who said i won?
I just saw red. And i am not the one.

I am not a game
I am not a blame
Lights up a flame
Takes the aim.
A perfect shot
Leaves a blot
Yes, it's a pain.

I am not a song
But i may be wrong.

I am not a Monday
I am not a blue
I am a black
A slack. A flack.
A bling. A being
A sling. A swing.

I am naked. I am dated
I am old. I am cold
I am prone. I am throne
I am stone. I am bone.

Hope is a bitch
That's the only snitch
I saw the pitch
You didn't even twitch.

Maybe i am just a INSANE person, who is drunk right now, and has no clue whatsoever about his future wherabouts in LIFE. Anyways who gives a fuck about future, we just go with flow, blow with wind. And nothing's gonna stop us from doing that.

I think once in a while i will have these INSANE blog posts, just to see who all stand by me.

Yes I'm Flying Now.

“Each of us is in truth an idea of the Great Gull, an unlimited idea of freedom and precision flying is a step towards expressing our real nature. Everything that limits us we have to put aside”

Some
days earlier, as I found myself sinking in that familiar darkness of depression again, I realized that it was almost comforting – to just stay here, feeling defeated and helpless, to do just nothing about my present circumstances and to let time wash over me like the waves of a timeless sea. It was painful to be in that dark space of life, but there did not seem to be any way out either.
And then, like it always happens, a friend suggested me to read ‘Jonathan Livingstone Seagull’.
‘ Not another self-help book, please.’ I groaned. I had decided to stay far, far away from the so-called life transforming self-help books simply because right after reading them, you feel a tremendous high,a momentary feeling of exhilaration but then it is just a reaction and like all reactions, it passes and you sink back numbly in your not-getting-anywhere life.
However, my friend was determined to make me read the book “Its NOT a self-help book. It’s fiction. It’s a fable. It’s a cute little book you will finish in just about an hour.”
So there it was – a little book with lovely photographs of a seagull flying, high in the bluest of skies over the calm sea, with accompanying text.

The Story
‘Jonathan Livingstone Seagull’ is a story of seagull who wanted to fly, to soar above the earth and to overcome the limitations he was born with. Like all people who want to be different, he faces opposition from his flock of gulls who punish him, ridicule him and finally isolate him. Though that hurts him for a while, but it’s only for a while and he moves on, in the quest for flight. He hones his flying skills endlessly till he is carried to the next plane of existence, metaphorically called the ‘heaven’ where he meets birds like him who wish to spend their lives flying and reaching new heights. However, after some time, Jonathan Livingstone Seagull comes back to earth to his flock to teach flying to other birds whowere longing to fly.

My views
After reading this book, I searched for that momentary reaction inside me – there was none. Jonathan Livingstone Seagull is not something that smacks you in your face and makes you sit up and exclaim ‘Eureka !’
Instead, it seeps into your being, slowly, and whispers in your ears a timeless message that has been written on the stars, read by all and practiced by very few. It’s all about being alone, discovering your own powers and magnifying them, reducing your limitations toa miniscule dot and then attempting to soar above everything earthly.
Whether you are a gull or a man, the universe is waiting for you to open your wings and fly, confident in the knowledge that all the time and space is yours and you have no limits. As Jonathan Livingstone Seagull himself says :
“But overcome space, and all we have left is Here. Overcome time, and all we have left is Now.”
"Your whole body, from wingtip towing tip is nothing more than your thought itself, in a form you can see. Break the chains of your thought, and you break the chains of your body too."
"We’re free to go where we wish and to be what we are,"
“Freedom is the very nature of his being, that whatever stands against that freedom must be setaside, be it ritual or superstition or limitation in any form.”
The book now proudly sits in my bookshelf, like a little piece of blue sky that I had stolen when no one was looking. On a busy day when I am not sure whether I am coming or going, I sometimes glance at it – and feel completely overwhelmed by a wonderful expectation of the flight that is waiting to set me free.
Just can’t resist adding a poem that I love :
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sun lit silence. Hov’ring there
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I’ve topped the wind swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

It All Ends on the 15th of July.

I grew up reading and watching harry potter. Now i'm getting older and the finale is getting closer. I'll miss my childhood so bad.

J.K Rowling, a decade ago, you introduced me to the world of litreture. I grew up reading and watching Harry Potter. Thank you for everything because come 15th Jully it'll all end.

Patience, Patience: Have Some.

Because, soon the time will come, man!
When the hippies will shout, "WE WON!"
The herb we tested for 20 years,
despite government crackdown fears,
will be declared a plant supreme.
These words describe our wildest dream.
Of healing, healthful, cannabis.
You may ask, "Why all of this Fuss?"
Over an, over, scented weed?
And it's orbed spawn, the evil seed?
We say, "It does cure cancer man!"
shrinking tumors is in its plan.
Hemp can rebuild dirt from the dust
of choked dead fields, destroyed by lust.
Tar is removed from lung bronchi,
as is smog, from our pale brown sky.
Where radioactive dust is caged.
Me thinks that we should be enraged.
Tremoring folks no longer shake.
This burning bush came not from the snake.
It is much more like, a tree of life.
That helps avoid the surgeon's knife.
Make food and oils, plastics too.
Did I mention, IT CURES CANCER!
Maybe it's time to found out who knew.
And still know! Corporate profiteers?
Who control us with our hopes and fears.
From their "sky high" money pile:
singing
"For a Camel, We will, walk a mile."