Monday, January 18, 2010

The mundane reality…

It was school bored from studies, tuition and dependency….. Now with jobs we are bored of the same old 10 to 6 life, independent from parents but dependent upon boss and salary….

While is school wanted to be in a relationship talking about love and the perfect first kiss…. Today we think it’s all a myth…. True love is in books what we want is space and space alone….

During courtship period life is a hot-air balloon light, colorful and airy…. After marriage it’s like a closed box of fish cold, suffocating and it stinks….

While doing a job we thought savings…. Hmm…. Party, holiday, SUV, resorts…. Reality check…. Children, rent, electricity, school fees, doctors…. Arghhh…..

Now what is left is death…. Living a decent life you are 80…. Still struggling with health but nothing too bad…. Then financial loss… grandson/daughter taken over your property… cancer…. Old age home and yea no medicines…. God help you!!!

Even after realization and repenting still you will go to hell….

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Please....

When I was born I never knew how often I would use the word please….

1. When I was born I cried out and asked my mom please tell these morons around me stop staring….
2. At 3 I asked my mom please clean my shit…
3. By 6 I asked the bully in my class please not to eat my breakfast and ask for my teacher’s permission to use my crayons which I bought….
4. At 10 I begged my mom to go for basket ball classes please please ma…. I hate kathak, but still kathak it was… I still can’t hold a beat after 3 years of training…
5. On the verge of puberty asking my elder sister- please tell me when this monthly hell is gonna end…. And she replied it’s just the beginning…
6. I was in high school…. I was fat, not popular, average at studies…. I stand no where… I used to ask god please either make me normal or make me geek… I don’t belong any where….
7. In college struggling with bratty kids, judgments passed on my clothes on the way I walk…. Asking them please stop mocking me… you live your life and let me live mine… they won’t listen…
8. In grad school finally got the people who would accept me as I am but by this time I was mature enough to let go anything….. the new tension here were would I get a job, how will I make money… it wasn’t my fault recession came…. God didn’t have a problem neither did my parents but my neighbor’s did… so I said please don’t butt in…
9. I am 23 I have almost 2 years of work ex…. I still don’t know what I want to do… lucky people who know this at an early age…. I am trying to live my life without hassles but its way not near it… I still need to get permission from my dad to go out…. I cant save money because I barely have any to complete my travel allowances per month…. Please leave me alone

Life sucks…. but when my junior pleaded in front of me and said please can I have an off tomorrow… I felt really good…. Then an addiction grew that of power… please isn’t bad at least when we are not the one saying it…

Friday, January 15, 2010

Death of the Y chromosome


He came….
He pushed….
She fell…. Blood spilled on the floor…..
The screams…. Fuck!!! Fuck you bitch….
Her trembling body, the wet skin…. He couldn’t resist…
You bastard she shrieked…. Don’t come forth
The smell of rebellion, with agony he stood up
He pulled her from her hair….
You can't take me in…. I am not yours
His devilish smirk… she could feel Satan on her
She cried, the purity abducted…. She couldn’t stand it….
She rose…. Sledgehammer in her hands…
Thrashed the enemy… as he lay there still….

"IT ENDS"

Oh the blue ocean, the mighty waves, the cool breeze, the immense blue lagoon….
Then the sparkly sky, the gleaming stars, the shady moon, the indifferent clouds….
They were all calling me, howling with the gods to attain my being…. A-las freedom!!!
The sins all pardoned…. The tautness all taken away….
The affection & emotion all lost….The trivial tasks of life come to an end….
What comes next is solace, end of all ailments... Confined to serenity I will rise above….

blue...

Reading Wallace Stevens and Ezra Pound…. I just feel why death is a metaphor for the walk of a tiger or why emperor of the ice cream talk about a funeral… but then the bulb lits up… isn’t it life that all the weird things actually make sense and the one which are true have taken a back seat in the human mind. The reason we have sound is to make people understand what they feel but when your lover holds your hand you know what they feel…. When you look in your best friends swollen eyes you know it’s been a bad day…. You see that your dad is wearing his shirt outside-in you know he is lost….. But some time the smiles, the tears in the eyes won’t talk…. This is what is scary…. Seeing lovers fighting on their future….. A girl sharing her feelings with a guy and he thinks she is just pushy…. A guy never says a thing of thanks or welcome or why when she is finished and is over whelmed after the talk…. You should know he has a life beyond you….. When people take divorces on petty issues…. Space is the key to success but too much of it just makes them go further apart… Just these things make me think…. What’s with the phrase “till death do us apart”… when the person will actually die then you will know their importance… why wait so long…. Why regret…..