Desert ship on Tar...

 

I am in his eyes..

Steps of Life...

Such is Life...

Shepherd



Winged Tourist at Heritage site



A sweet little brown to green..

High in Horizon.

Weight of Life

Life between Decision and Confusion…

Hello, warm greetings to all those who are here (also the ones who aren’t).

The ones who know me and also the ones who have read my previous articles know that I was going to write me university exam; well, after the exams and the re-exam, here I am, all done with them, for least a year…

Now, I’m not too happy for the fact I’m done and will be a graduate soon. There’s this dialogue in a critically and commercially blockbuster movie Rang de Basanti ‘’campus ke iss paar hum zindagi ko nachate hai aur campus ke uss paar zindagi hume nachati hai…” which is roughly translated to “This side of the campus, we make life dance to our tune, the other side, life makes us dance to its tune…”

I’m being royally prepared to face life now by people connected to me (so is everyone my age). There is this sudden thrust of responsibility and by the time you know you’re at the receiving end of life’s grudges.

It is here where the title of this post comes to the light, Life between Decision and Confusion. This is a universal phenomenon, every human, at some point, is never too sure of his decisions. There could be many reasons, various alternatives, lack of knowledge, interest, force, pressure, etc.

Confusion is everywhere, from start of the day, till the end. Confusion in deciding what to wear for the day, what to eat at lunch, what to buy at the store, as I earlier said they arise due to unbelievably high number of alternatives, choices. But, there are certain confusions that arise due to other throngs of nature (have listed them in the above paragraph).

Yes, I’m at the brim of the decision, yet far away from it. Confusion, inability to decide the right thing, name it whatever you want (guess this is how life makes us dance, this is not mere dance, huh… this is outrageously dirty dancing!) I’m being screwed.

The cause of my confusion is not unique, ‘how do we tackle life now?’ The phase, when we are ‘adults’ and people connected to us want us to act the way, sustain responsibility, be productive. We (least I) do feel the same, but there is still a certain part that is adamant and reluctant to draw ourselves to the whirlpool of life, to dance to its tunes.

 Now, when we have this part of us pulling us back, there is this other part too that induces us to work ahead. This part also has confusion, ‘how to go ahead?’ Find a job, start earning, sign-in the race of life or lookout for a good institute for post-graduation and prepare for competitive exam, work part-time and sign-in the madness of life.

Sometimes I feel it was good that someone else took our decisions, when we were kids, least we would have been spared with the cruelty of alternatives. What an irony… just a few years ago, I was in a rush to grow up so that I could take my own decisions, now when I am grown-up; I want that there was someone to take decisions on my behalf… guess such is life… ironical.

May Peace Prevail…

'बेकारता' ही 'काम'

पर अगर 'बेकारता' ही 'काम' हो जाये... और घडी का हर घंटा कहे 'आरम कर'...

सरस सरिता हो मदिरा... और 'नशा' हो मेरी 'कविता'...

Land of Nostalgia..

Oh sweet land of nostalgia...
Wish I was your dweller always...
Wish those days of glory again...
Wish those days of strength remain...

Wish those springs, those harvests,
those blossoms, those flowers again,
wish they remain...

Wish those rides, those walks,
those smiles, those cries again,
wish they remain...

Wish those fights, those kites,
those games, those dates again,
wish they remain...

Wish those sinless pokes, those innocent jokes,
those father's fear and pride, those mother's love and fries again,
wish they remain...

Oh sweet land of nostalgia...
Wish I was your dweller always...
Wish those days of glory again...
Wish those days of strength remain...

I wish them all again, I wish they remain...

Daily Diary...

To the readers...
This is an extract from my journal of eight days, last year.
This was an attempt to record the daily activities with a poetic (rugged) touch...
I bring it online, trying to portrait the meager talent i posses...

28/04/2011

Not on the rocks..., not a clean shot..., i fell on my face a yard short....
bulls**t the bottoms up..., my bottoms down on the ground...!!
A mile not my limit..., I cud run a 100m no more...
gimme some  air..,, gimme me my peg(water)..,,don't lemme run..,, I beg...!!!

29/04/2011

Fighting the fury in d daybreak...

Fightng until all hopes break...

Streaks go seldom well in plain...

N I call it a day..., after i scribble in vain...!!

30/04/2011

A seldom responsibility..., a heavy duty...!!

With an aching head..., went through the tread...!!

A literature good..., a happy mood...!!

A little joke that made an offensive poke...!!

A piece of memory that made the day merry....!!

Toasting the royal wedding...!!!

01/05/2011

Morning mutiny.., work srcutiny...

Craving solitude.., trekking altitude...

A déjà vu..,, a rendez-vous...

Keeping the trend..., a cocktail weekend...!!!

02/05/2011

Buzz in the city.., lying dead...

No one to pity.., al qaida head....

Spending hours..., in sway...

Passing time..., idling away...

03/05/2011

Choosing words for this daily chore..,,

I reached at my mind's shore...

Looking for a good line..,,

That makes a wonderful rhyme...

Hard I think, for sentences that link..,,

And after the batti(dimaag ki) blinks, i finish it with a wink...!!

;)

04/05/2011

Late night at half past four..,,

Took an extensive tour...!!

Had to enter home slinking..,,

'cause everyone at that hour were sleeping...!!

Slogging through the slumber in the noon..,,

Jogging through the timber under the moon...!!

Dull..., boring day..., i wish i could find the right way...!!

05/05/2011

Yet again an extensive tour..,,

It lasted an hour more...!!

Riding pillion a bike..,,

Yelled..., needed no mike...!!

Cruising fine in quite sea..,,

With waves of joy and ecstasy...!!

...

There is this strange, mystic emotion environing around, like a halo it surrounds me... I just wish it means i'm god or one of his angels.. But sadly not... Ah... Grey, dark melancholy... You blossom in my desert... You're the only plant in my courtyard filled with dust and sand, with little swamps of joy, trying to survive the predator..