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."

Marry-Wah-Nah

Its the first thing i think of and the last thing at night,
If I had it my way i would be high as a kite,
Not ocassionally, spur of the moment or for a summers day,
But constant, relentless, going nowhere, in this house i shall just stay.
Turn on the Sky, give me H.D, let the brain dead shit take over my mind,
Light up and get stoned, pour the tea, "tar very much, you are too kind".
Not another damp patch, i cant take it for much longer,
Im not too fussy, i just wouldnt mind something stronger.
For the days of solid are now gone, it took the last train,
A one way ticket that i dont want to see, something to never corrupt my fragile brain.
Instead the bud is the choice,
A smoke that will stop that little voice.
You know the one that says"sort out the bills, call your Nan",
"The salad is better, stick to your plan".
Just light up a spliff and empty those thoughts,
I would rather drink tea and watch more Skysports.
Is there a negative? maybe there is?
is it going to the shop gets me allin a tizz?
Or is it more serious? Surely its not, I tell you, Frank can just kiss my arse!
Panic attacks, memory loss and munchies, it must be a farce.
Thats not right i'm fine with everything and everyone knows,
Shit! The door! Oh, i forgot, it's just Dominos'.
So dont be concerned and grab aslim skin,
Just grab me my smoke and let the nothingness begin.

The Introverted Turtle

I hate being introverted!?
it sucks. Sure there might be some upsides to it, but the way life is going for me there are more downsides than upsides. I'm in college and I just can't relax and socialize around people at parties, I never have anything to say, it just feels forced and awkward spouting bullshit for the sake of talking. I just want to be like other people and not come off as some anti-social loner.
Sometimes i wish i was more outgoing in social situation, you know the kind of person that can smooze with anybody and get along no matter the occasion. I'm fine if have a close friend around to helpe ease me into the conversation, but i'm like a turtle in its shell when i'm alone. Easy solution to that? Drink a few beers, smoke few joints or bongs of hash or weed, blotting around LSD paper and i'm good to go! But that's not very practical is it? I can't go around drinking and smoking pot all day (Err! Well i could , but then i'd be what most people call a good-for-nothing-why-don't-you-get-a-job-stop-boozing-it-up-all-the-time BUM! )
I come off as such a Asshole because, i don't really talk when i first meet someone and then they think i hate them. Honestly. I don't think ONE real friendship has begun without someone saying "I thought you hated me at first."
If someone doesn't say something to me first then i wont feel comfortable enoungh to talk, which sucks, cause then they think i'm a shut in that hates talking to people XD.
I'm just way to shy to initiate converstations many times, so when i'm around people they jump to the conclusion that i'm a 'SNOT'. And not to forget that sometimes people judge me for the way i look? That makes matters even more worse. Seriously snucks... I mean Sucks! I think I hate myself I've started to buy into what everyone was saying "why are you so quiet" blah blah that I really don't like myself anymore and that of course makes me unhappy. I just can't value introversion no matter what I just want to be work harder and harder to be liked and respected and admired by others. I realize I'm probably looking for acceptence externally to substitute for the lack of acceptence i have for myself, but I don't know what else to do but to work harder for other people to like me and not be so introverted, but I'm just not extroverted.
I've dying inside little by little nowhere to go, i'm outta my mind, this is an endless circle and i'm running from myself, there is no reason for standing still.
I'm just broken and i'm faded, i'm half the man that i thought i would be.
How does an introvert cope with all of this? how do I be more extroverted?

Or You Will Die?

What if we found the "tree of life"?
Would we cut it down?
Make it into a small dog house?
and Paint it Fido brown?
Or would we cure the nations and
folks in our home town.
Crush it, roll it, kneed it, bake it.
take a bite, pass it 'round.
Or would we give it to the giants.
who make life drugs that cure.
"Synthesize this herb tree please."
Make a pill that's pure.
Death? Poison? Take two now!
We tested it. We're sure.
Only a few, of you will die
Our words could not be true-er.
Oh, yes, that tree you started with,
we, no longer need.
Health is now made from sweet crude oil.
It cuts down on the greed.
Also! It will fuel your new car
It's known you all love speed.
Just think of the time you'll save
No more crushing up that weed.
Yikes! A world, with life on a limb,
surely would be chaos!
So we destroyed ev-er-y plant!
The leftover leaves we tossed.
We own all of the sea floor pumps.
billions is what they cost.
Give up your plans to help each other.
It's done. Too bad. You lost.
The battle, the war, everything
It should be plain to see,
Worship those who give you life.
That's right, drop to one knee.
Swear allegiance to the new king.
Whom-ever that may be.
He only makes one small demand.
Do not TOUCH that "of life" tree.
. . . . . . .Or You Will Die . . . . . . . .

Everthing we do is form the heart...

Yes its true, that whatever we do is truly from tie bottom of our heart. Intentionally or unintentionally its that crazy little organ that beats in the centre of our body. I must be dead sure to say this because there must be people out there who may think otherwise.
When the sun comes out and the tempreture drops a whirwind kicks up just about enough to cry a shot forth from the heart, after a heart is just a heart its just sweet hardship my beloved in life in itself, just from the heart it comes, don't you think?
When two leaves from a tree, from the branches of the tree they fell and even tough after seasons passed those two poor leaves in the desire to rise (sprout), they passed over those haunted deserts without even a gloomy miraj. Those leaves my beloved were not really leaves, those leaves were our hearts (yours and mine) they we our hearts. You know if you have a heart then you'll feel pain, if feel pain then you ought to have heart pumping sweet blood of emotions, and we keep on leaving every season behind.
There are restrictions within relationships, there are chains of thorns and doors and walls which are heartlessly stoned. But even so these leave take root and even so their buds bloom and their romance succeeds even with this rain of fire. And finally the characters of the story meet with the power of their bonds, these bonds are nothing but bonds from our hearts (yours and mine), they are really from our hearts.
The miseries of the heart feel just like bubbles of water they estinguish and form again just like a damn natural cycle and you why? Because they are bloody from our insane hearts (yours and mine).
Isn't this wonder? A heart can never go wrong no matter what happens, when that diplomatic and hypocrite brain ours stops working and responing to our plea, that time only the heart gives you a path to walk on and do something good for yourself and for other ofcourse!
So relax and think about this when you really find time with yourself.

A Piece of Advice...

'The Axe Man'

With a simple
Child like smile
The axe man says
Please come out and play
It's such a nice day
I dont know what to think
He has laid the axe to me
So many times
I am afraid
But he seems so nice today
He bekons me
Like he cares
And i want to believe
More than anything i want to believe
That he really cares to me
Nervous and afraid
Head looking down
Like i am the one
Who should be ashamed
I step out
Trying to look up
Without lifting my head
He has the same child like smile
But there is a different
Look in his eyes
There is great delight in his heart
For the Pain
He is about to inflict on me
The mighty axe
Lays to my root
Cutting me down again
Leaving me laying in my blood
To hurt to cry
To weak to fight
The axe man got
Exactly what he wanted
He only hurt my body
But he killed my hope.

This Is It, India vs Pakistan (THE 'BIG' MATCH)

It's a humdinger, the atmosphere is electric, it doesn't get bigger than this, the ground is packed to the rafters. Oh i simply can't wait for Ravi Shastri to say when the match starts in a few hours time, there is so much excitement all around the world, almost 1/5th of the world's population will be glued to their television set at 2:30 pm IST, Given that India-Pakistan combined have a 1.5 billion population, this match is going to result in a 25% loss in world productivity. Even sparrows and pigeons outside my window seem to be mighty exited about the match. If only they knew the way to Mohali. Whenever to hear India vs Pakistan, the only two things the hit our brains are 'Cricket' and 'War'. War hehe well surely Hindi news channels have called our team "YODHAS" so many times, I half expect a mid-innings Ram Leela Performance. Dear news channels, We know you wanted a holiday to watch the match and you haven't got it. Please stop venting the anger on us. But seriously 1948, 1965, 1971 and 1999, four times at battlefield and 1992, 1996, 1999 and 2003 on the cricket field. 4-4 baar haar chukey ho. Aaj bhi [ofcourse aaj bhi, imagine Pakistan beating India and going to Mumbai for the finals, Shiv Sena and MNS will get clear cut erection]. Sometime i feel its not even a match its a wedding, Aman weds Ash. Venue - Mohali. Date - 30 March 2011. Big fat wedding celebrities and politicians are attending. Is it a sub-continent bandh today? Just asking!
Anyways the The Indo-Pak match has been hyped so much if India wins, the whole nation would go crazy and if India looses the whole nation would still go crazy. The hype is so much that the Hackneyed and Vicious "dudh maango, kheer denge, world cup maango, toh cheer denge" lines have started appearing. Sigh! No one has contributed more to the build-up of stupid Jingoistic Anti-Pakistan rhetoric than Sunny Deol.
Obviously there are four outcomes to this epic match, A India win [ Which i think every Indian wants :-D], A Pakistan [ A result that wouldn't satisfy any Indian :-@], A Tie [No one wants this :-P], and a No Match situation, if there is no match today due to a wet outfield, Gilani an Manmohan will watch 'Ram Teri Ganga Maili' together as a symbolic gesture.
Everyone would be getting ready for the match, Fans going to PCA Stadium from all corners of the world, Millions of people watching on Television with Food, Beer and whatever that can get them charged for the match. Chickens in Mohali would be busy crossing the road and disappearing. None wants to be roasted for the Gilani-Manmohan dinner. Even Munaf Patel is still confused as to whether he should shave or not for the match. If India wins today my first born will be named Mohali. Otherwise he/she will be called Dickmon/Panadol as orignally planned :-P.
I am pretty sure India will win today because we are yet to loose to them, HELL we never loose to them in world cup cricket and wouldn't into to much statistics, because statistics are like miniskirts, they reveal more than what they hide :-P.
To sum it up i'll quote my friends status update on Facebook.
"Sidney 1992 Fakr hain
Bangalore 1996 Fakr hain
Old Trafford 1999 Fakr hain

Centurion 2003 Fakr hain.
Johannesburg 2007 Fakr hain
They have asked many questions on Friday, repeated on Tuesday and like always we will reply them on A WEDNESDAY....!!!
GO INDIA
GO Men in Blue
De Ghumake!"
 

The Friendship match as it should be called.

Let's Hope the little master gets his 100th ton against Pakistan.

Alright, Let's Blog!

Hello world,
I am Tejas Shashank Madaye [well that's my full name :D] its just a name right? I'm no Celebrity, Sportsman, Author, Actor, Politician, Tycoon or a Rockstar? I'm right now just a name living in this planet they call Earth! But one day i'm sure i'll have a identity of my own. I live on Earth that's obivious, its hasn't been proved that there is life on Mars or any other planet for that matter, anyways on Earth i live in a country called India rich for its culture, tradition, heritge, food and much much more, hey don't wanna get into much detail. Well i'm just a normal person [a human hopefully :P] people have a myth! I'm a down to earth person, so down to earth that people have to dig atleast ten feet down to find me, and when they do, i scream out loud "get me out of here?" with a sigh of relief. I am blogging because few people and close friends think that i write well, atleast on facebook [a raise a lot of eyebrows on fb with my crazy status updates and annoying but funny comments :P], and at the same time i remain so quite in the outside world that people say "hey? What's wrong with this guy? Is he mad!". I don't give a shit, that's me, problem or a gift, you gotta deal with it. I want to become a writer one day, want to publish books that can make a valid change in the outlook of the global society! You can find traits of drugs (obssed with it) alcohol, sex (love watching porn movies), hollywood in usa, music [big Michael Jackson buff :D], movies and many other random that i come across in life! I hope you people bump into my blog somehow and have a glance through and obiviously i hope you like it :D