Saturday, 10 May 2014

I don’t want to talk about...

I don’t want to talk about 
The wonders and the mysteries of the universe 
And about its vast expanse,

For you’ll accuse me, of being an atheist.



I don’t want to talk about
The curious cultural differences you observe
Because of the gene pool you’re born with,


For you’ll accuse me, of being a racist.




I don’t want to talk about 
The socio-economical differences you confront 
Because of the name you’re born with,

For you’ll accuse me, of being a casteist.



I don’t want to talk about 
The personality differences you assume
Because of the date you were born,


For you’ll accuse me, of being a fatalist.



I don’t want to talk about 
The implicit biasness you face
Because of the sex you’re born with,


For you’ll accuse me, of being a self important feminist.
(Well, I don’t mind that one!)



I don’t want to talk about
The ideological differences you affirm
Because of the candidate you've voted,


For you’ll accuse me, of being a treasonist.



But I must talk about 
How big changes commence
Because of the little discontent you show,


And you can never accuse me, of being a pessimist.



And I must talk about 
How we can together make the better happen
In spite of and owing to the differences we have,


And you would never accuse me, of being a separatist.




Wednesday, 14 August 2013

'The wisest men of my life'


Nanaji (My Maternal Grandpa)
Dadaji (My Paternal Grandpa)

These were, and these are the wisest men of my life. Today, when I've lost both my grandfathers I realize that how very little time is given to us to enjoy best of the pleasures and to seek best of the treasures of life. Old people’s wisdom is one of those greatest treasures, given to us for a short time, and we are supposed to draw as much we can, from this lot. 

But we are bound to become very stone hearted at times. However we sometimes don’t understand what the matter with us is, when we do not wish to give up our little big benefits we get by staying in our dear old ones’ company, but then inevitably comes a time when we find ourselves praying for end of their sufferings. We ourselves want to stick to life at any rate, but we start to understand that how worthless and useless life starts to seem to the people of age. When they've had done and seen enough in their lives, they do not wish see it going the ways they wouldn't have wanted to see it.  As soon as they give the reins in their successors’ hands, they just want to continue their journey, to find the solace and peace they’d been running after, throughout their lives. And when they start feeling that they've given enough and no more should be asked from them now, we also start feeling both their weariness and haste.

Very stupidly, we do think it’s just illness and childishly we wait for the days when we would again be able to enjoy their company and learn from their wise words, but actually we are wishing somehow to reverse the time and that never happens. Busy in our own journeys, unfortunately and frequently we keep postponing spending enough time with them. Time comes and we face it, though it takes us weeks, months and years to admit this unacceptable yet unavoidable truth that people are mortal, even our most loved ones are. And we have forever lost the incredible opportunities to awe at their thoughts, with so much left in hearts, so much to ask, and so much to say.

It’s been almost 6 years to the day when my maternal grandfather (Nanaji) left us. I was about 15 and perhaps too young to understand and accept the fact. During his last two years, I used to wish for his wellness every day, I had a strong belief that he is just ill and when he‘ll get well, he’ll be as enthusiastic and energetic as he used to be in his younger age. While he was ill, somehow I started to dislike being near him; I just wanted him to be full of youth, cleverness like before. Now I think, with great pain, that how stupid of me it was, for not making full use of that little time fate had given me, I should have sat near him more often, talked to him more even if he did not respond with his likely energy, tried to extract few more interesting secrets he might be knowing about the world. Now I am 21 and now I understand this better, but what good it does now; I can just touch the trees he had planted in his life and weep silently hugging them.  I did not understand it then, when my mother cried madly at the news, I was not feeling anything that time but I also hated myself for that.
My mom with her mom ( My Naniji)

I used to get only summers to meet my grandfathers, equal days to spend at both homes and to never let bedtime stories to miss. As a child, I used to think that grandparents are equal to lots of stories. When I grew up a little, I started to appreciate the hidden lessons, opinions and attitude towards life, I started to enjoy afterstory discussions. I was fascinated by both of them having vast knowledge of herbs, indigenous medicines and cures, understanding of nature and (with a hint of horror, of course) their prophet like talents.

 It just reminded me of something and I feel a pang in heart; my paternal grandfather (Dadaji) used to sing very beautifully, regularly at the time of dawn.  Just 5 months ago when we went to our villages, in a very early morning, I heard him singing, after a very long time (as I was visiting him in 4 years). I wanted to record that, but as I woke up fully and was just thinking to get my camera ready, the song was over. Without giving it a great thought, I just decided that I’ll record it next time whenever he will sing. We had only one night to stay there, so there was no next time in that trip and there came no next time ever again.

 In few days, I’ll be going to our village, to feel the hollowness he has left there, to miss his voice in the morning breeze and his wisdom and humor in stillness of dusk. I will have to see my now very old grandmother sitting in that house with the air of sadness and loneliness, the house which was like the only peaceful place in the world for me.
Mom, Me & Grandma ( My Dadiji)
 I hate to think about that, but I must go, if I want to make myself believe in this undeniable truth that he has left us, I’d never be able see that kind face, father of father, my dear grandfather is nowhere to be found but in our memories, now. No one can be at their place. When I heard that I've lost my Dadaji too, for a split second, I felt like an orphan. But this time, it took just a day to accept the truth and start suffering …

I know, I will be fine, for it is the way the life is. Time never stops and we mustn't, too. Yet, I’ll miss you always. Had I given a little more time, I’d have mended my foolish mistakes; I’d have not let you go without answering my tricky questions and completing our important discussions about the working of the world, strengths and weaknesses of humanity, kindness and rage of nature. But now what all I want to do is to spend more time in laps of both my grandmothers (Naniji and Dadiji). I wish, I pray that, may my silly excuses never be enough to overpower my love for them and my desire to stay near them.


So, if you have them with you, spend time with your grandparents, people, not for them, for your own selves. You can grow and you will rise, just with their blessings.

Saturday, 20 October 2012

I am free.. for love liberates...



♥ I can love you without your permission..
Yes, I don't need your permission..

to miss you but remain silent.. 
to think of you every moment.. 

to await you every evening.. 
to worry about your well being. ♥



Friday, 26 August 2011

I wanna come back to you..































♥ I wanna come back to you..
for you're my first and my last love is you..

I wish once again..
you say you love me, for I know you do..

And I wish once again.. 
I could reply cheerfully, I love you too.. ♥

:)

Sunday, 3 October 2010

I am proud of my country... :)

Although I am always proud of my country but this time something is different. I am proud of my fellow citizens and they justified it recently. It's very special to have this feeling this time because just this 29 september I became of full legal age. It's very important for me and I feel very strongly about that.

Everyone loves his/her country. So I do. It is not like that the main reason behind I love my country is that I am born in it, indeed it is, but something more important is there. It is the country where real beauty lies, beauty in land, beauty in hearts, beauty in minds. It is vast, crowded and luxurious. There is no need to say anything about its glory, a well known, sacred land.

In spite of all this, there is a sad, very sad truth. Adressing my fellow citizens, I want to say that we just never really cared about our country. This is not what happens always, but still, it is what has been happening most times. We just spoiled it, we have lost many things and most important we have lost our image. Well, telling this miserable story would be like sprinkling salt on wounds and this role is already being well played by media. But the good news is that beauty of hearts and minds is still there. We are, the important asset to our country.

Everytime something historical has happened in our country, regardless of what, unfortunately everytime, either way, it suffered a lot.

So, long story short, I am feeling very relieved after the verdict of Babri Masjid-Ramjanmabhoomi title suit case. The peace and harmony that was maintained in country, was unexpected to me. No matter how many problems we have, no matter what world think of us, I am so happy to learn that how much value we Indians attach to peace and humanity. Thats more than enough.

Now is the need of awaken this spirit, the country spirit and use that in the positive, revolutionary way. Indeed discontent is lying in every true Indian's heart, in either form. But we all are waiting for someone who will come someday and will set everything alright, We dream of the glorious history, We dream of the awesome future, but never think of the present. Even if we think, most times we just curse the leaders and all and just wait! We speak a lot and wait a lot and this way we are not just passing, but wasting the time. It's not done.. we ourselves have to do something. We can't let anyone to run our country as they like to run, but we have to take power in our hands. Things need to be changed from the highest level.

I sincerely believe that we will make it... All the best!

Monday, 8 March 2010

You know what...

You know what my bad luck asked to me
How many troubles are in your path can’t you see?

It said, I will fill your life with too many failure
I said, sure, and I will try until your failure...
I said, come on, yeah, let’s play the game
I am true human if you are insane...
Push me and I’ll stand up again
I am ready to tolerate lots of pain...


It said, I’ll hide with painful sufferings all your opportunities
I said, I can find needle in a haystack, then why not opurtunities...
I know dear, oppurtunities do great mischieves
They’ll come from theft door and I’ll seize...


It said, I’ll always find out mistake in anything you act
I said, thanks, practice makes a man perfect...
In this way I’ll do hard work a lot
Because I know life is a whole match, not only one shot...


It said, offcourse, life is not a shot but life is too short
I said, thanks for reminding me, it will make me more fast...
Then I said to myself, get ready
I have to seize the chance...
As the nepoleon hill said, preparation is important
So put on the glance...


It said, are you really not worried to see me,
Or it’s only a show?
I said, no, I am really happy
Because where are my week points, you let me know...
Continuous success can make me arrogant and mad...
But I actually know what I am, when I became sad...


It said, lots of people hate me,
Because I give them pain...
I said, because they don’t know, no pain, no gain...
And I am very thankful to you dear
Because I know that from fire, pure gold never fear...

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