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?

The man who fed the Ants

I saw this man today, throwing flour to the ground. Curious, I went and asked him what exactly is he doing? He said “feeding ants can’t you see? Now move away before you step on few of them. I was about to say, “The ants will survive without your help. They will manage quite well”. Then thought ants will survive without him but would he after knowing that the Ants actually don’t need him?

Conversation with a knife

The kitchen knife begged me “please do not use me as a butter knife”. I replied “fuck you” and used it any ways....
Moral of the story.... There are no morals.... If anyone thinks he/she owns you... He/she will use you any ways he/ she want.

Apart from the fact that I am talking to knives these days it is a pitty boring story...

Friends

sacchai hum aur kabhi
jee lenge kabhi aur sahi
pahar ke ganje shikhron pe
anjaan ladkiyon ke siskiyon se
dhoop se tapte pattaron pe
hum ishque ki chadar...., khair
phir aur kabhi, phir aur sahi.

Jante toh hai hum sab magar,
Chahata hai yeh dil kuch aur dagar
Alas (अलस) bhari angraiyon mein
Dard ki aah pahechanti hai nazar
Karna toh hai bohut kuch..... , kahir
Phir aur kabhi, phir aur sahi.

Charas ke kale dhuyen mei,
Ya need se bhaari palkon ne
Dard se bhara lota daba diya
Abb titliyon ka peecha kare kyon?
Jab kal aur kal ka wasta tut gaya
Par hum sapna dekhna...... khair
Phir aur kabhi, phir aur sahi

Wo dekh kabutar chup gaya
Table ke neeche dubpak gaya
Hum karke bhird (भीड़) chale usko bachane
Jo khud se hi woh dar gaya
sacchai hum aur kabhi
jee lenge kabhi aur sahi