Micro-Humanics

My heart goes out to all the men and women who lost their lives in Mumbai mayhem…but frankly speaking that’s the only thing that can go out…it was the same sojourn I took when some mindless members of my community went raping and killing Christians in Orissa and it was the same story when a bloody mob lynches down a person walking down a lane bcoz his surname subscribes to a different faith…he gets a reason to pick a bone with his parents and grandparents in heaven or hell as the case may be…
someone talked about religion being opium of masses…its worse…it’s a real time hallucination putting tabs on our words and views worst we offend the “others”..thats in a civic society…in a crude one we would we settling scores with blood and guts…
talk about gory blood stained pics of victims being taken away…nope…that was not the one…one picture which let my head hang in shame and disgust was the that of child Moshe… poor toddler lost his parents …I never heard his cries of Emma Emma but his loss and his share of pain was certainly a word to God …plz don’t send any more kids to inherit this world of hate and violence…or may be I m being too naïve…let that angel Moshe develop his feet and lose his wings and may be he will join our neurotic rush to survive and exist at any cost…at anybody’s cost…
may be that’s the way we are wired to act…to kick a thing especially if its inclined at a crooked angle is a natural tendency..when fear of law and rule subsides we draw our own line wherein massacre of one faith brings kudos and rewards from other..
why so limelight kissing our Mumbai sorrow…why so many candlelight torching the streets and so many voices saying enough is enough…just because the per capita income of people killed this time is unabashedly high …or the high and mighty have learnt their ABC of threat from quarters other than obesity and falling GDP…we decide our definition of enough ..and your enough takes a break when starving debt-ridden farmers commit suicide in your own backyard…when innocuous nuns get raped..when north Indians get killed in their own land because north doesn’t go down well to some lunatics ..each day we are a mute spectators to untimely brutal demise of our own fellowmen…but that doesn’t brings a lump to our throat because that’s happening in some far away zone…we can safely remain oblivious to their misfortune because our lifestyle can dispense with such paltry concerns..instead next Fridays release and declining pay cheque of recruiters is my worries..fair enough…what difference can I make to the lot of millions of less lucky people ..that was the attitude my shanghai wannabe metro gleefully carried when north Indians were thrashed and killed for no fault of theirs …we are living in this fools land where I -kill –my- man ..who the hell “you” are to mess in my affairs…dude..it took 10 paki bastards to make whole country sing in unison …were you deaf to your fellow Indians SOS..what you don’t get in parallel between your targets and theirs is “north” and AK-47….rest all was the manifestation of the same ages old feeling of hatred..
its not a reflection on a city’s soul ..
its the unclothing of a human psyche…
you take away the fear of the unknown and we are same dogs waiting to pounce on lesser might…survival of the fittest and all that crap has got refined to find ways in textbooks but what Darwin really meant was ..watch ur back ..

do I sound cynical…
actually I m not a one…
my sense of hope was never the sinking vessel in traumatic waters..self professed guardians of state and faith and our consciousness seek carnage like this to proclaim that all hope is not lost..well it wasn’t ever…for we are of those kind who switch off our TV and curse our system and get back to our desk..those who draped our helplessness in euphemism of our "resilience" must know they are not going to pay for that extra drop of petrol my dad will burn if he vows not to go through that bombed street..we will not ask for rationalizing the route to let everyone bypass CST .. … we are okay with this …just fed up with sickening redundancy with which you salute our "bouncing back"...fake cheers are worse than fake orgasm.... don’t give a pat on our back....our people have always been like this.. that’s only how tweaking creaks of this rotten system work...we have resigned ourselves to this mess that we will pass on to our children and they to theirs ..any thought of redemption is remoter than …….well…couldnt find a suitable metaphor coz all the impossibilities are the offshoots of this crappy cancer...my source of hope is that honest teacher of mine who would go all length to get my nod(“haan sir…samagh gayye”),that rickshaw-puller who would run all city to get a kid find his mother(my neighbor),my friend who scouted for every doc (to get the best one, mind you) when I was barely managing to get my senses right(Saurabh are you reading this mate?)...countless...
these are the guys who make us feel we are not just the caricatures of our good old moral science subjects..we are somewhere willing to see a known or an unknown face with a thankless disposition and happy countenance .they are our everyday heroes ..and I write so much coz I know though I may somehow not believe in what I write and I may not follow what I preach....THEY must carry on the good work ..its they who fuel hope in lives they touch everyday in malls and autos and aisles and its they who make a valiant attempt to emaciate the entropy of this maddening race…

Long Live Krishna

how many of us would look clueless on my mentioning "Psychedelic", today my childhood buddy blurted this tongue twister and expected me to find a suitable suffix noun to this God-knows-what thing. so i went to omniscient google devta. for all the folks still wondering psychedelic is an English term coined from the Greek words for "soul," (psyche), and "manifest," (delos).it speaks of a mystic experience with distorted perceptory mechanism. what hit me was not the ignorance of the meaning of the wretched word. what kicked me was the proclivity of our collective consciousness to go for a enigmatic notion of existence when queried about anything like "about -me " stuff. guess that gives a garbed ruse of come-discover-me or salvage-my-soul kinda interactive sessions .or better still that stretches our personality to dimensions hitherto unknown ,in that case i m damn sure that will remain unknown till times Tushhaarr Kaappoorr can pull a flick on his own. Point is guys who leave their i-me-myself columns blank or a matter of 3-4 lines are at better terms with their surroundings than people who rape each personality traits with passion so hot that even Mallu films will censure their heroic antics. best things in life come in small packages and best people walk effortlessly down our cherished memories recess with their little acts and words of compassion.
i have often mulled over quite inconsequential chips and let my hours run down drain .retrospectively i think how stupid those moments of pondering where. probably when inflating our small stint of being, we seek refuge in this ever -revealing foible of our shallow concerns and senseless fears.
sometimes the road to perdition started with not getting more marks to losing 1 quiz competition ..heartbreak started from my sexy teacher’s husband to my girl talking to that dude with bulging biceps…ecstasy boomed from stumbling on Rs 10 note to that congratulatory peck from college’s hot-bod…all the emotions find their conjugal to different happenings at different stage…wonder when the word numb changed from Gold flake to Kingfisher to Teachers to hashish.. one fine day I will get back to this piece of my mental anatomy and have few more corpuscles to add…a never ending process…what I want changes from every quiz to every trimester …what I wish changes from every hope to following sigh.. …
what I want right now..
what I wish right now…
somebody get me that bloody 11th episode of Prison Break 4…plzzzzzzz

My Fair Blog

What is better than scribbling down some shit on a piece of paper and then throwing it to the motley of garbage of room setting or beneath the mattress or over the rack ??

maintain a blog….

yeah that way you get some eyeballs surveillance of discerning friends and ultra frustu janta.

That was my humble way of placing first footsteps in the blogosphere…for me writing has been a cathartic outburst …hope it doesn’t turn fatal for those in quest of serious stuff…I have this uncanny tendency of pulling things from nowhere and making them feel as if “nowhere” was a better state of existence than the conspicuity heavenly bestowed by me…I dedicate this free puke space to the confused cheerful cantankerous cacophony inside me …from poems to short stories …from prose to verse I strived hard to bring a bad name to each genre with religious sincerity and anyone on the same frequency of stupidity is most welcome to drop down a comment or two to their 21^st century ventriloquist….