...and another one of those
A bit of this and that... and everything.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
And I face the sun
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Rethinking Democracy
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Superfluous Quandary
I was passing the local market. Sudden outbursts of hue and cry caught my attention. An everyday phenomenon, or so i thought. I was about to walk past when some crude swearing raised the inquisition of the average middle-class man in me.
I walked up to the crowd. An adolescent boy and girl stood amidst the judging eyes.
Perplexed.
Or rebellious?
Well, at least it was a sight better than the hogging and bargaining in that bazaar.
"Now what did they exactly do, kaka?", I wasn’t in for any sympathy or explanations. And I wasn’t disappointed.
'Can you believe the blatant indecency? They were... they were... I can't even say it! No respect for values and ideals! Uncouth. They don't realize they have the next generation watching them. Judging them.'
"Where were they found? Who found them? Did you see it?"
'The sacred relationship of a man and a woman! And look at them. Just look at them!! I dared not look at a girl before I got married! Bastard!' I chose to be a little delicate on the words.
And the crowd chipped in, they had something to hang on till noon.
I walked away.
The upholders of the society, nay traditions! Moral police.
Deep within the society spreads the worm, laying eggs of convenience.
Masked faces, shameless hypocrisy idealizing their own unchallenged norms.
Damn. And i thought there was a fight. A fight is always better. Nah?
I hate the sun. Useless delay.
The boy popped up. Cramped. Suffocated. Glances of repulsion and a helpless concern.
He needs someone to hold, a stick perhaps? They need a beating. Ha. That’ll do.
And me?
Ah! I need to go look for some good, fresh fish. And some grocery perhaps? Oh I so forgot the sweets!
My daughter-in-law would be here any moment!
Thursday, January 6, 2011
The one who breathed RED.
The horizon was red
And I wondered the colour was blue; stamped Imbecile
My caput rolled down the stairs… there was red everywhere.
They licked every drop that fell, thirst was not the reason.
I had walked high.
‘You have your red… what more’?
“Oh there’s the smell!! There’s the warmth!! There’s the Red!!”
I walk down the square.
The paint is dazzling! The colour so bright.
‘Don’t you notice?’ the passer by, repulsion in his stride and lifelessness in his whisper, replies ‘Comrade’.
Blindfold.
Bayonets.
Lo! Behold!
I feel the wall,
And the sweat cold.
‘You had my head!’
“We want your Red”.
I felt the burning lead.
I walk again.
‘Do you see the sun?’
“Not until its red.”
I shoot a look. The dark spots and the dangling neck seem familiar in her.
I smell the wind, the stench intensifies.
A smile spreads across her face, serene.
And with a breadth as close as red
I turn crimson.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
CALL OF A DRAG
(i apologize for the use of language, hope it doesn't trivialize the write up)
What is that single fucking thing that I would stand up to protect considering nothing?
Why isn’t there any substitute word for ‘fucking’?
Why have I grown so skeptical?
Why are there people who are assholes?
Reasons?
Goddamn you. There are no reasons at times. You take a fucking long drag of the blazing tobacco shooting nicotine up your central nervous system, with shrieking hard metal music tearing apart your ear drums, with blaze of smoke all around you and substantial alcohol to jam up your biological processes, you CEASE TO THINK. YES, that is all you need to do sometimes. That is exactly why that is so hard.
Morality? You one hell of a screwed up son-of-a-bitch.
Take a look at yourself, and all that you had thought you would not do, … and all that you had thought you would actually do.
My ears hurt. My head pains. My system sick of the fucking bitter toxin and a semi-efficient nervous system fed with volumes of nicotine, regurgitates.
I think again, and I stop.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
I still remember
The shivers I felt, when there was summer around
I’d searched for people-
I’d searched for distances that brought men together
I hated the blankness around-
The stillness of solitude
The blurred reality engulfed by the chilled dreams
And
Then it was distant.
Friday, July 16, 2010
I have a fetish for the colour green.
I’m not sure how, it was only
When I looked out through a window
Anticipating reddish and brown and tawny substance
That they love to call soil, and I found green.
As though a prevision, I found out why.
The subtlety intrigues me, when I realize
The water droplet sitting idly on a grass blade and
The world it portrays in the reflection, is actually false.
Where have I been all along?
The likelihood that I am false is overpowering,
I awoke only to see the greenery gone.
Is it bizarre
To imagine the brown turf go green again?
How long has it been
Since the lack of viridity has perplexed me?
The rain is yet to arrive.
Once I found a man
Lost, he lay on a bed of grass
I yearned for the extent of his insularism,
Desperation embraced me, I thought for a while.
Right then I opened my eyes
And I found them green again.