Test of character

Once we were young and resilient.

Now we are old and brittle.

Not molten tan of Cigarettes

Nor crazy amount of porn.

What gets you the most is

The trying to be good.

  

Fear

I see a crowd in front of my house. They are angry, they are protesting. And it is matter of time before they realise I am their target. It is my family they are after. I am the murderer, the rapist; I am the one who shamed them. The crowd don’t know this for now. They looking for answers, blaming the person they elected, he was once among them and he is bit quiet now.
They want more police in the city, stricter punishment for me just like they would do to me in Saudi Arabia. I don’t know much about these things but I heard not many women are very happy in Saudi, I wonder why?
It was my mother who changed her last name and joined her inlaws. It was my father who secretly wished for a boy and I fulfilled his wish. It was my brother who whispered in my ears to be careful when a car with a woman driver is in front of me. It is my family the crowd is after. It was I with my friends glued to the TV watching Item numbers with half naked item girls hoping to see more. Yes ‘Item’ not humans with flesh and blood but Items.... articles... things...yes things...
I should get ready for the judgement day is coming. I will have to surrender. I will beg and apologise on behalf of my mom, my dad and my brother hopefully the crowd will show mercy.
And for me I need to bleed..... I need to be stoned I need to be publicly shamed.....
The crowd will soon realise this......

The Undead

Every time I grow a bit, I die a bit.... These deaths does not kill me completely and these growing does not sustain me enough. I hang in the middle somewhere like the undead... 

Soldier

Artists generally do not  die on their line of duties but for sure some of them give their lives to Art.

My Understanding Of Hinduism in One Line

One day I realised I am more than one and since that day I am trying to understand we are the same....

Blame

We get paid for being mechanical. When someone tells you to polish your skills; what does he actually mean? Precision, mechanical precision, that’s what he is asking.  I do not have anything against him or the system. I seriously do not mind if it takes all the digits of the key pad to reach the person in the call centre, neither do I mind the call centre person telling me exactly what the pre-recorded voices were telling me to do for last half an hour. It’s just ok, I am alright with all this. If this is what you want, if this is what the world is aspiring to be, I am fine with it. But what about those people who can’t be mechanical, no seriously it is not a joke. I know many who struggle so hard to fit in. So hard ....just be normal, you know.  Far from being mechanical, I can hardly even match my own signature to save my life. I know so many of them and so many of them are good friends of mine. I just want to reach out to them and tell them its okie. You are needed in this world, probably as much as those mechanically precise people if not more. I want to tell them your involuntary originality is lacking in this world. I want to tell them you are wonderful   But I cant...Because I know nobody cares...         

  

The war or the inevitability of the war?

The line it is been drawn, the curse it is been cast. No, there is no denying. We are divided and I wonder who is smiling now. For both sides have heroes, both sides think they are right and other is wrong. Passion is overriding empathy. I wonder what is worse, the war or inevitability of the war. I say they divided us but then it’s I who asks you to choose. Staying away seems wrong participating is gruesome ho, Krishna, you have seen it all. So tell me which is worse the war or the inevitability of the war?