crated creater

Friday, July 29, 2005

Cipher

The listless silence,
The throbbing pain,
A far cry , a distant echo.
What is it that i hear?


The unfathomable sky
The deep dark sea,
The nothing at the horizon
What is it that i see?

An extended hand
A pleading eye
An injured air
Call out for help

But, the noise
The deafening silence
The absolute void,
Maimed me, muted me.

Directionless
Speechless
Blind to faith
Deaf to emotions
A null, a phi
A wait,a lifetime
Existence , a cipher.

Do aur wakye

Kucch kehne ke bhi ehsaas ab rehte nahi
kahin khamoshi ko padhne wale ab milte nahi
ham hai ki zindagi par aitbar karte rahe
aur vo hai ki hamare sath hai hi nahi

abhi bhi bas lagta hai ki sab kucch badal jaayega
beeta waqt ek din yun hi laut aayega
waqt kabhi thamm-ta nahi , ye ham bhi jaante hain
phir bhi jane kyon uska intazar karte hain
samjhaate hain ham aaj bhi khud ko ,ki ye mumkin nahi
par kya karein un doston ko bhula paate nahi.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

The Waiting List

The Indian Economy seems to be driven by Waiting Lists.



The most familiar word to any indian today is waiting list.The most recognised and entertaining example is of the railway ticket waiting list.The symdrome is so rampant that waiting lists seem to have gained legal tender.It's not uncommon to hear people say "i'm on the waitinglist" with so much authority that the poor ticketwallah can be seen cowering with fear in a corner.

The second phenomenon is the bedrock of india's future growth-- the education system.Waitlists run as long as Rapunzel's hair, or to be more india specific ,as long as Srinagar-Kanyakumari highway.And to think of it, the cases which decide who should become an engineer, run long enough to make the engineer(aspiring ofcourse)- a Lawyer.

The same syndrome, drives indian psyche.Indians are known as late lateefs world wide.The "chalta hai "attitude is lamost accepted as the indian way of being efficiently and innately laidback(we even do not feel guilty about it, rather, we apologise for being early!!)

So the next time when you read a roadsign "Better late than never" anywhere in the world, just think that india's conquered another place.!!


PS:The chalta hai attitude, keeps stress levels and attririon rates low(secret-the reason for the success of the indian economy)So,Bosses please follow the same.

AND...

The rest of the world Beware, "Chalta hai" is an Indian copyright, do not copy ;becos Plagiarism is the birthright of Indians (we call it inspiration:eg.hindi films as remakes of tamil-telegu-mallu-hollywood-tollywood--films)

Friday, July 22, 2005

Kafila khayalon ka

Kabhi waqt thahar jaata ye khwahish thi par ab lagta hai waqt se kaisi dushmani
Jise chalna hai use chalne do, rokne kya kisi ko zor se ,kyonki uska koi fayada nahi.

Kehkehon me kahi ek baat thi hamne par kisi ne samjhi hi nahi
Jinhe samajhna tha unhone samajhkar bhi kucch kaha nahi

Kabhi khushi hai to kabhi gam hai ,zindagi mein
Par ek dost kabhi nahi, hamesha hai zindagi mein.

After studying maths:

Ek nazm likhenge ye socha tha hamne
Par kambhakht Quant beech me aa gaya.(sorry for this one)

HENCE PROVED:Maths kills creativity(no offence to maths whiz kids i admire their wits)

Ek sher

Yun to ham bahut kucch likhte hain, par kabhi kabhi dard syahi bankar nikal aata hai.
OR
Yun to ham bahut kucch likhte hain par kabhi kabhi dard shayari bankar nikal aata hai.

It's easy to lay out options but difficult to choose the best one -i wish that we only had one option for everything(ofcourse the best one)

Friday, July 15, 2005

Therapeutic discourse between emotions and rationality

I think therefore iam.

A lot of us would recognise and even (try to) identify with these platinum(golden is too common)words of Descartes(pardon me if i've spelt it wrong).

Some just try to project ourselves as great thinkers - they are not necessarily pseudos but are liars atleast .Man is a social animal and therein lies the entire problem. Maslow put forth the five needs of man and specially it is the social and esteem needs that drive men to become dandies or pseudo intellectuals.It is ironic that they use the platinum words like those of Descartes' while defying them completely

To analyse it at a different level , one might say maybe Descartes was trying to do the same when he coined this phrase/line.It seems to be an assertion to define man as a rational being rather than an emotional one.Maybe it is here that you can trace the origin of the liberal theory of man being an autonomous individual (it was just a platitude to justify capitalism).Well i beleive man has never been nor was it ever a rational being completely.As todays consumer behavioralists say that man is all emotions- i do not buy that either.

Man is rational in thinking but the final stamp of approval is of the emotions.So man is a rational emotional creature.He tries to cover up his vulnerability by a false show of intellectualism.This is also the reason that the most sensitive people either do not speak at all or just keep chattering.OR taking the other perspective that man thinks too much -then it is the reason why people immerse themselves in work when in pain or heartbroken so that they have no time to think and relive the pain.

Pseudo or for real ,man thinks.-be it big or small, he does.

Reaching this inference is not difficult but the fact that "i think, therefore iam " is difficult to digest in whole.For me i feel therefore iam and if i think i shall do nothing holds true.So am i not a human being?? Ah ! then i must be an angel(Devils have inverted feet, i do not).Well this premise is not displeasing ,though it is not digestable either.

This exercise might seem like a pseudo intellectual one to you but trust me it is not.It is just a meandering way to comment on artificiality in the world and the inability to be non emotional all the time!!

Saturday, July 09, 2005

Fully Faltoo

Kabhi silsilon ka safar toot gaya to kya karoge?
Kabhi sapno ka mahal bikhar gaya tyo kya karoge ?
KUCCH NAHI bas jhadoo lekar safai karoge!!!

Kal nahi tha vo kya hai aaj ye
keh gayi ye hawayen kya mujhe
ye kya ho gaya mujhe ,
ye kya ho gaya mujhe....(lyrics courtesy film Vishv vidhata)
Upset tummy!!! aur kya


Suno na suno na
sun lo naaa
hamsafar hami ko chun lo na(lyrics courtesy: film Chalte Chalte)
---Ad for a hearing aid!!

Jab koi baat bigad jaaye
jab koi mushkil pad jaaye
Tum dena sath mera
Jab meri gadi band ho jaye
OOO mechanic!!

PS:I promise to the best of my abilties that i shall comed up with more original stuff next time around.Stay tuned.

It's not Black....

It was a bright sunny day.She peeped through the keyhole and felt the warmth of the sunrays on her nose.It had been long since...

Rishu... someone bawled.A scramble , a swish of skirts and a yelp, yes dadda.

What are you upto?Come with me to your room.

Thump.tak.thum tak.

bang.

The fan whirred and the old tubelight hummed threatening to go out any moment.
All this did not bother Rishu.
She just ambled across the room, picked up and book and started reading it.But soon she was lost in thought.When i opened the door she was staring at the ceiling.

Wat's up Rishu??
Nothing , jst thinking.

I wanjt to hold a bouquet of flowers when i go to sleep.The fragrance and softness reminds me of mamma.A tear rolled down her cheek.She hastily wiped it off.

The lessons began.I taught her for an hour and left her alone.

I spoke to dadda.she needs a new maths teacher, she's bright and deserves better than me/.

He jst stared into the fireplace, his eyes as smouldering and dense like a smoky fire.Hmmm he hrumphed.Ok you get her a teacher.I'll be gone for a month so you'll have to stay here.

I nodded a yes.

The next morn he left and Allen came.

A former student of mine in school he was on a break for two months from college.Rishu jst knew he was a he and that bothered her.I assured her he was a kid too like her.She somehow agreed for lessons with him

The lessons began.He taught Rishu and i taught him how to.

In a week's time they became good friends.The weather cleared and one day Allen said- Rishu let's have the lessons outdoors.I jst said no before she could.

The lessons progressed.

One morn as i lay in bed with my arthritis acting up again, i heard people running around the main house.I peeped ouside to see Allen and Rishu sitting idly on the grass as the neighbourhood kids played.

Thank god rishu was sitting in the shade.

I stumbled across , Pulled Rishu inside as Allen looked startled, i finally told him- Rishu can die if exposed to sunlight.

He did not beleive me.

The next two days passed of peacefully.Then on the third Rishu went out and sat in the sun.She became violently ill in the evening and ni feared ther worst.Allen was asked to leave.

Then Rishu opened her eyes and said- Green looks good on you.Five years after the accident she could see.I was a miracle and no less.She sat up and began penning down something then looked at her fingers, now coarse from reading braille for years.She just smiled.She wrote all night and in the morn she just ....

The computer screen beeped , i broke out of my reverie.Allen and Dadda were finishing some filework , I looked out of the window, there was Rishu all covered in protective gear, with her two children among the flowers- It marked a meeting of three generations- her mothre(the flowers), Rishu and her two children

That morning she had boldly called Allen and asked him.How do i look?Poor fellow did not know she could see now.He jnust ranted praises .She told him to shut up.He came over.She gave him the treatise.She had proposed to him in 80 verses , the number of days they had known each other.He jst mumbled a yes and wishing her well said " when"
Ah how time flies. it was just a decade back when it all happened and do nopt tell me you did not know!!


PS- Inspired from Black and loads of mushy novels.Guys please excuse.It's a girl thing, they like happy endings. just could not kill Rishu after she got her sight back, coud i??

Friday, July 01, 2005

Miscellaneous

Isn't it an irony that you come to experience certain things very late in life and then realise it's importance that it would have had on an earlier date!! It just so often happens that as you move ahead and think you've got used to what you have , it is a plain lie.Either you are just too busy with oblligations or you are just in denial.It is very difficult to put a finger on which one is the culprit but even you know it's either one of them.


kehte raho chahe khud se jooth par ham sach jaante hain
chhipaate raho sabse vo baat par ham sach jaante hain
bhale hi koi aur na padh sakega in aankhon ki baat
par kasam hai ye dost dega har kadam par aapka sath


kucch khush the ham , hamko aisa laga
mano is zindagi ko koi makam mila
abhi sacha yew sapna lag raha tha
ki hamare kal ne hamko palatkar dekha.

It is hard to forget and harder to forgive if forgotten by someone