Their eyes are not mirrors.

All your gods were rebels

A nobody

Raising kids

We bring kids in to the world,
Start teaching them from 1,
Put them through the best schools,
Teach them every language,
Sciences, Discipline, to follow orders,
Teach them to suceed, Compete, win,
Show them tradition,
A way of life,
Give them dream which you consider apt,
Teach them to work hard towards it,
Sleepless.
But wouldn't you rather have children,
Who love the little things,
a ball game,
night sky, a favourite TV show,
Who can ask questions before following,
Who can think before accepting,
Their biggest virtue is to be happy,
Who are kind and can let others win,
Who prefer to just grow with the crowd than compete,
Who are capable of choosing dreams for their own,
Who are broad minded and can accept anything, anyone.
Who would prefer to live their life not chasing
Never full filling sucess,
But who are happy where ever they arewho ever they are,
who understand this is no race but life, and they are special even if world thinks they are usless.
And these kids we call losers, dumbos, rebels, lazy,
Might as be the only survivors one day.
Don't teach these real humans to be heartless robots.

The longest minute

            He had always been uncomfortable of heights, so he tried not to look down, if he did he would never jump, "it's time to go" he said to himself, but his body failed to move, he couldn't make his legs to initiate the jump, they felt so rigid, so he took four deep breaths to loosen himself, walked a few steps back, closed his eyes and jogged towards the edge of the 8th floor of his office building, as his legs hit the low wall, it toppled him over and he knew was in the air, as he felt the pull of gravity under him.
             He kept his eyes closed, waited for all of it to get over in a minute, he kept counting, 1.... 10, 11... 20... 30... he counted till 60, paused to feel the concrete hit his chest, with his heart beat  pacing rapidly he was ready to embrace death with open arms, but he felt nothing, it seemed like he was still falling, may be he miscalculated the distance , so he kept counting till it was 120, but nothing happened, curiosity made him to open his eyes, he was definitely falling down, but to his surprise as he was falling towards the floor, the floor was moving away from in the same pace, this confused him, this was not how gravity is supposed to work, may be if he tilts towards the ground a little bit he might get there faster, so he arched his body to a ninety degrees, now the ground moved away from him faster than before, then he started moving faster too, as he moved faster and faster, his skin started to peel off him, layer by layer, then his muscles, his bones, all he is a brain now, his brain started to evaporate, now he was just a sprit, formless, shapeless.
                 He stopped falling down as his sprit was lighter than air, he started to spiral upwards, upwards, what is happening?, who was he?, why was he spiralling upwards?, what is his name?, what is this?, is he dead?, what is death?, questions kept pilling over him, then he had a massive headache, it was tearing him apart.
              "The best", "what", "you didn't listen a word I said, did you?" remarked Robin, "what" he said again, "Like I was saying, the one's you took a minute ago, the best Lsds in business".

         

The stories I need.

Real stories to be told
Stories, stories, stories
I need to find,
Stories that would open
Make me unwind.

No stories of fictions,
Exaggeration, Depiction,
Nor Misguided perceptions.
But of people,
Living breathing-
From the mouth of dragon,
Stories of constant resurrection.

Stories of pained, broken
And stained,Contained,
And of valour, strength and love.
Of farmers, truckers,
Beggers, prostitutes and more,
Who fight with all honesty,
Though all closed doors.

The lions in common,
weeds for those wolves,
Isolated, scarred, abused,
But burning within.
Stories of diamonds among coals,
Not the one's polished and throned,
But one's which go clearly unseen,
They have great stories to be told.

Undefined

Social anxiety

Room full of people
I don't fear you,
All those judging eyes,
Cannot Pierce though
My defenses.

1) (one), My completely blank mind.
Leaving my head dislodged,
For a few temporary minutes,
So no thoughts ever cross.

2) (two), My fast paced walk.
Will leave your judgements,
Gasping for air,
As they cannot be followed,

3) (three), The very last chair,
Behind a trusted few,
Barriers that can conceal,
The Haven.

The familiar stranger,
I know I have to greet,
If you see any of these,
I am trying to.

1) (one), The curl of the lips,
Because, my full smile is creepy,
And if not reciprocated,
The curl is disguised as a twitch.

2) (two), The uninterrupted stare,
A sign of acknowledgement,
That I know you, "hey, there,
I have seen you around".

3) (three), The head nod,
Upwards, downwards, sideways,
Because my limbs are frozen,
This is all I could manage.

All my house guests,
Who I don't know personally.
I have to dodge,
The small talk and akward silences.
I have certain protocols.

1) (one), Not coming out,
Of my tiny lair,
My Scheming station,
If there is even a hint of visitors.

2) (two), When the door bell rings,
I go hide in my room,
Yes, even when I am over 20.
Never even turning to have a second look.
Let someone else deal with it.

3) (three), When caught off guard,
I stand up politely,
Offer you the place to sit,
Even if all the chairs are empty,
As I march off to my pit.

Ominous shadows

Free will?

Shout out.

His touch

A prostitutes perspective

The green disease

The green disease is spreading, Don't know when it started from, Millions have have fallen, All most everyone's got some, They hardly know it's a disease, Poor souls, it might be the wrath Of them old trees, that ceased, The green disease is spreading.

The green disease is spreading, It hardly needs a vector, Because people don't run away, It's something they work for, It's starts off as a thing, With a most essential value, It's seems to serve you, It then gives you this Euphoric high, A sense of delight, Makes you wanna try, A mirage of a better life, But slowly the symptoms Starts showing,
A tiny vortex within you Blows, steadily grows, It has to be fed, Need turns to greed, Once you worked For a roof and bread, Now for the paper in green, Some pieces of lead, And numbers on a computer screen.

The disease is spreading, It's bound to have casualties, The weak one's who couldn't Please, the vortex's greed, They are either hunted or Left behind, As the green disease latches on To someone better it could find.

Dead again

              When Mr. Samuel was back from the hospital, there was no surprise party waiting to welcome him, just an empty, half destroyed, relic, a poor excuse for a house, after recovering from his coma of 10 years he came to see his family thinking they will be happy to see him, happy to know he is alive, but to his dismay, he learnt that his parents were dead, hardly anyone in the town remembered who he was and the ones who did were old or dying as most of the men around his age had migrated elsewhere in seach of better jobs with their family, his wife had re-married a rich land lord in the adjacent village 7 years ago and he had no news about his son, who was a 6 months old when he left.
              He left for a construction job in the city with so much hope that he was going to make life better for all of them, but he met with an accident. When the hospital told him he had been in coma for 10 years he couldn't believe it, he remembered everything like it was yesterday, the concrete slab falling towards him, how his legs froze, and then everything went black. They must be joking he said to himself, he even tried to snap out of the bad dream, but he couldn't, it was all real. They told him no one in his family came to see him, the construction company had been paying his expenses.
            He had so many questions did his wife did know what had happened to him?, did his parents ever find out before they died?. Should he go meet his wife, But wouldn't that make her life more complicated?, to her he is someone she called a husband before 10 years, but to him she was his wife few days ago, just last week he bought his son a new dress, now she was with an other man, his son someone else's son. All these thoughts caused a concoction of anger, jealousy, resentment. He finally decided to leave the place before he does anything stupid, destroy someone's life.
             He decided to go to some other town, get a job and start over, as he was just about to tred past his village in search of a new life, he heared someone calling out his name, "Sammy, Sammy", he turned, saw a very familiar looking women was calling out a little boy, "Sammy come back here, I cannot handle this boy!", Mr. Samuel realising she was in distress, went closer to the women and said, "mam do you need some help", "yes if it's no trouble, my car just broke down and I have no idea what to do", she was holding the  boy by his shoulder, he had a wide grin on his face and same blue eyes as his, "I will take a look" opening the engines he whispered, "Samuel, huh,?", she nodded "that is his father's name, he died years ago, he was the kindest man I knew", Mr.Samuel trying to hold his tears muttered  "all over mam" without looking up. "Thankyou sir, and may I, know your name?",  "call me George" and then looked in to Sammy's eyes one last time, he squeezed his cheeks and whispered "be good to your mother", and continued his journey away from the town.
           
     
        

Mist.

I don't wanna slip through the cracks again,
Letting my gut hang and twist,
While I drift in abysmal mist.

When a shy guy tries to be cocky

His humour is rudeness,
He Spits venom,
trying to be funny,
His sacasms are abuses.
Silly his cover,
He hides his akwardness with.
His loudness
therapy for all the time
He could'nt speak when he wanted to.
Over compensated laughter/smile,
Nervousness's sidekick.
Proud ramblings,
Bridges over his insecure pits.
Exaggerated enthusiasm,
Needed to push his legs
Against the locks trying to hold
Him in his place.

Charlie Sheen- hiv

All I see is bigotry,
When I see them merrily 
Bashing a diseased man,
When the disease is HIV,
They make dick jokes,
Criticise the lifestyle,
"The big bloke,
had his worthwhile,
He had too many bitches",
The bitches in question are
People,
Who were pushed
To sell, for the need of a roof,
Some were fetched,
Diched, chose this,
Because they were feeble,
But that isn't the only way to get hit,
By HIV, there are newborns to
First timers.

Let's just say it is in this case,
'They should have seen
It coming, this is what you get,
When you sleep around',
So what,
"People who smoke get cancer,
Make fun of smoker with cancer,
People who live long get alzheimers,
Should'nt they have died sooner?
They have endemics don't live there!,
Accidents are bound to happen when
You drive bikes",
You don't have to sympathise,
If it's above you,
Don't fratenize with a disease
For a few likes,
And don't dance over the dying,
Eventually everyone is,
No matter how pure your life
Seems to be.

Why India should take the socialist route.

          Is democratic capitalism as efficient as it sounds or  has it been wrongly projected and squeezed in to our systems by western countries like U.S.A?.
         Capitalism is a rat race, it might look like it's more efficient, as competition among individuals means better ideas, better leadership, but it also means chaos, because when a company or an individual becomes a lead player in a particular segment, he had to probably topple down  some other player who was already on top. This gives rise to a vicious cycle where stability and peace can never be reached. Luxury, dominance and power are the trade marks of a capitalistic society, all these can never be attained unless you are ready to climb over other people.
           While countries like cuba which had a communist system may seem to lag behind in various aspects , they are well developed in healthcare, they provide food to everyone, provide them education,
If they become a socialist economy now i.e allow more private investment, but still hold the sectors like education, health, and nutrition with the government, and provide it for all it's people, it can surpass any country, they can actually be happy, peaceful and stable.   But then if they decide to dive in to captalistic economy then they might see a shift in distribution of wealth, and be left with massive inequality.
               
            

    
        
        
       
             

creatures around the house.

moth- insect

Insect- esal

Social networking is a life saver

To akward introverts like me social networking is more that just a portal for potential flirting experience or a pass time or even a photo display society.
            Social networking is to me is rehabilitation, a design which allows me to overcome disabilities like socialanxiety, "social dumbness", social inappropriateness and and be me.
          Extroverted conversations are lovely, I am sure ,but they can be very superficial they are designed for extroverts to thrive, the loudest, the most confident and the word smiths who can can easily describe their thoughts in simple term are the one's who are heared, appreciated and taken seriously. Confidence has been mistaken for intelligence for centuries, for eg the extroverted politicians gets the limelight while the introverted advicers, campaign managers are ignored. But Introverts can be very confident, even the socially anxious can fake it, but they are very less likely to do so, their confidence is not assertive but subtle.
             The social networks not only gives our feeble voices a platform but also helps to see beyond one's physical appearance, I mean the first quality that we notice about a person is usually their appearance ( evolution!!). We don't consider people beautiful, smart or sweet unless they fit in this certain criteria, and is difficult to see beyond it in the real world, but what we do not understand symmetry and muscles and bones structure are not the only faucets of beauty, but social networking actually gives people a chance to see beyond flab, beyond short, the person you are in contact with is the soul not the body, you can get to see the grumpy faced girl is not actually grumpy, the funny boy is actually deep.

I think social networking is a huge boon in other smaller ways too i.e even in other  ways than we already know and is changing the way we communicate for the better.
           

Lie

Each lie gets sowed in,
Like acid marks,
Permanently stains,
Tattooed scars,
Covered in vain,
The Radioactive ions,
That can detonate
Without notice,
Explode on your face,
Invisible chains.

Flash fiction 3 - move faggot

Move faggot
     
      "Move faggot" was the word he heared before Jeremy was shoved to the ground, 'you weakling', said Smith walking past him throwing his fist up the  air, with his entourage trailing behind laughing.
       His friend Joseph, after making sure Smith and his friends were gone came to help him up, 'are you alright man, that was seriously funny', Jeremy regaining his posture, gave him an empty look, grunted 'it probably was'. 'Come on dude, I know how Smith and his boys give you a hard time, but they are right, you are creepy, you walk and talk weird, you behave like a total sissy, man up dude'.
           Jeremy had been the butt of jokes in his school for some time now targeted mostly on his "feminine" behaviour. This has opened up an avenue for bullies like Smith to use him as a punching bag because no one feels sorry for the creepy guy.    
            He had enough of Smith's abuses, he needed to something, he had already tried complaining to his parents, they want him to man up and stand for himself, his teacher gave Smith a lousy warning and had a similar advice "man up", His friend wants him to "man up", His sister "man up", everyone wants him to man up, but he can't, he can't be rude or aggressive, he can't even raise his voice to another person. He knew that people bully whatever they fear or they think is different, so he made a plan to use his problem as his weapon.
            Smith came up to him that evening, gave a huge whack on his back and walked away, Jeremy did not startle, he call smith out "hey smithy darling, back for some love", smith turned back startled 'What did you call me you faggot' smith was red, 'I called you darling' said Jeremy and grabbed his hands and went to kiss him on the lips, Smith slapped his hand away and ran, Smith's entourage were furious 'what are you doing Jeremy?',
he replied 'you want some darling' and moved closer to grab atleast one of them, they all shrugged and swiftly moved away.
               Jeremy was not attracted to men but he wasn't covered with girlfriends anyways, so if him acting the steriotyped and feared version of a "gay guy", would make them leave him alone, until he leaves for college it was good thing.

Greener pasture

I am consuming the little time I have left to pass the very last exam in this monumentally long course on debates with my head and heart, every muscle, artery, pulse tells me that this is not my place, writing is, but my brain tells me, I am already this far and all i have is geener pasture syndrome.

Diwali story

Jothi ruins diwali.
           It was diwali, everyone was wearing new clothes, beautiful lights illuminated throughout the little street, colourful crackers roared, this was the scene jothi woke up to, when she peeked through the window at 4 am.
            'No diwali for us this year' jothi muttered to herself before getting out of bed, the festival depression pulling her out of her sleep. Some distant relative of her's died that was why the family wasn't celebrating diwali, Jothi was looking forward to this particular year because this was supposed to be the year she progresses to the explosive things, till 9 she was only trusted with fire fountains and fire circle and some fire craker sticks.
           She went down to check on her mom to see if she was awake and she was, but her mother looked blue, was coughing hard and breathing heavily, Jothi was a little concerned never having seen her like that before 'mom what happened', she replied that all the smoke was giving her allergies and it was nothing as she had been an asmatic all her life. Her little brother who was 1 and 1/2 woke up and started crying because of all the sound and her mother was trying to console him. Her father had gone for a walk so her mother had to take care of her brother all alone in her asmatic state.
                She then ran to the terrace knowing she was not useful to her mother, walked to the edge of the terrace to get a glimpse of the celebrations, but all she saw was smoke filling  the entire street, this was the first time she noticed that, then she remembered her mom and brother suffering in the ground floor, she was thinking about what she can do help them when her eyes fell on a garden pipe, she took the pipe, opened the tap, stood near the edge, pointed the pipe towards the sky and sprayed water everywhere, the neighbours who were celibrating,  assumed it was rain and ran inside their houses.
           Jothi then excitedly told her mother the story of how she sprinkled water on them and how they all stopped bursting crackers, her mother was a little angry that she spoiled their fun and gave her a stern warning, then she told her that they will come back as soon as they notice it wasn't raining, pulled her in to the bed and slept hugging her daughter, But little did she know, no one in the street
was going to burn any crackers that day as Jothi had accidentally drenched all their crackers which was put together in one huge box.

Leaves -

slabs of pearls-

green palms hugging

every drop of hope

Flash fiction 1- lost dog

Flash fiction 1

Lost dog
         Shyam was a blind 10 year old who lived his mother and maternal grandparents. His family was poor completely depended on his mother's income, her typist job was a low income gig.
         When he was 7, shyam heared a commercial on tv that said guide dogs made blind people's lives so much easier, shyam ran to his grandfather and begged him for a dog, his grandfather did not want to disappoint him by telling him that they couldn't afford to maintain one so he was given a dog, Shyam called him Mike, this was the first time shyam was in the presence of a dog, he had hardly ever been out of his house, he was home schooled.
            Shayam's grandfather suddenly became sick one day, they had to admit him in the hospital, but his frail body could not handle the pain anymore and he gave in. After the funeral, shyam and his family returned back to his house, he called Mike out having missed being with him, Mike didn't come, he usually barks when he is called. Shyam took a walking stick and searched the entire colony, but he could not find him anywhere. He asked his mother, she said he must have run away somewhere and he will come back. He couldn't not just wait and not do anything, Mike was his brother, so he took the only photo he had of Mike and him and went out to enquire, he asked a couple of passerbys if they had seen the dog in the photo, they gigled and said no, a little girl was walking by, and he showed her the photo and asked if she had seen the dog in the photo, the girl in a confused tone questioned "what dog?, I don't see a dog in the photo, all I see is you and an old man with a rope on his neck".
          
        
          

India for hindus.

            I do not believe in God, or the need for a religion so I am not supporting any  religion.
             Having said that intolerance is on the rise, I am not talking about a single occurrence, the beef ban, tattoos, anti secular slogans all over Internet, politicians being outspokenly anti muslim, anti secular, pro hindu,  I mean everyday more and more Indians  have started shouting for a country based on  hindu values "the Hindustan". These so called patriotiots have  this big probaganda that India should be for hindus and they point their fingers at countries like Saudi Arabia, UK which have certain religion based laws engraved in to their constution (if they can why can't we?).  Which are also monarchy by the way, so our next step is to appointment a king, and let him and his family feed on our blood. Just because these countries are rich don't mean they are right.
        They say we hindus have been secular all our life when no one is, and it is time to stop. Yes i agree we did go to temples, mosques, churches so did our Christian friends and the Muslim friends. We read the bible in our Christian schools, so did our buddist or muslim friends. They have chanted slogans in hindu school, watch ramayana on TV. Secularism is not just a hindu 'thing', all Indians are secular, atleast were.
        Let's just forget that  your idea of wanting to go back a few centuries and restart on being communal, intolerant again is stupid and decide to implement it, if that is what the BJP brainwashed Indians want.
             
We will have to decide who a hindu is.
              A typical tamil hindu wears dothi celebrates pongal, deepavali, deepam, talks in tamil, a typical malayali hindu, celebrates Onam, vishu, eats beef, talks in malayalam, typical assami celebrates rhonkali, ambuvasi, and talks assamese Or is the real hindu  the majority, i.e the hindhi speaking holi celibrating northeners.

What should be the typical hindu traditions.
             Should we bring back sathi?
Come on that is a very old tradition of ours.
            We should bring back manu too, we can own slaves again, the best part is these slaves would think it's their God's plan, win win right.
           But it's not really going to be a happy outing for the upper casts either.
           Bramins must give up all our luxury, and serve god, no more cars, no more burger kings, kfcs.
          All Ksthriyas should go and join the army, shoot bullets at their ugly faces.
          Child marriage is a very old tradition that must be brought back.
           Abolish all laws let karma do the trick.
 
Who should we worship.
           Shiva, Vishnu, Brahma?, What about Saraswathi, Lakshmi?, Ganapathy?.
We can't levave them out.
           We have around 30000 gods we cannot include Jesus and Allah in to this that would be blasphemy.

What are hindu monuments.
  The red fort, Taj Mahal, Charminar, St George's are not Indian, we can't have them as a part of our heritage.
        They were built be invaders who converted a vast majority of us. They were bad people. Violence did not exist before they came in, we were so peaceful, together, so in love with eachother.

What should we eat.
               We can't call samosa, briyani, gulab jamun, cakes, cookies our food,  they were incorporated in to our culture by middle eastern and western influences. We will have to decide what our food is, and stick to it, so they will know we are self sufficient, we don't need their food.

What language should we speak.
               As of now we have very few languages which had scripts before the invasion, hindhi has muhal influences, most other Indian language have some kind of a forign influence.

We should change our history books.
               There are various non hindu, kings, freedom fighters, peace keepers, scientists, politicians, writers, directors, actors, artists, who have shaped India in to what it is today, but we are a pro hindu nation we can't call their achievements as ours, they were not Indians they were invaders.

         And if we manage to separate them from us we will have mere shadows, in the process loose a few centuries of development, few million brothers and sisters, Billions of rupees.
           
        

What I have against mahabaratha

            If mahabaratha was a tale of right and wrong why did it kill thousands of innocent people in the battle for the throne. What about the families of the soldiers who died in battle for the pandavas and govravas don't they deserve their revenge, like the pandavas did?.  
          May be god is partial and believes only the elites have the right to live?.