Sir Whatshizname had a kingdom,
To his people he gave a lot of freedom,
but for all his subjects, however random,
It was mandatory to use a condom.
Whatshizname did a lot of things,
the whole kingdom lost a count of his flings,
but for all of them, however random,
He never forgot to put on a condom.
He fooled around with scores of pretty ladies,
but he was sure he didn't want umpteenth babies,
So who ever he did, how ever random,
He never skipped wearing a condom.
As I said, keeping a count was impossible,
but don't blame him for being irresponsible,
He was safe from STDs, However random,
because Whatshizname always had a condom.
He had learned his lesson the hard way,
When without it, a chick refused to let him have his way,
So now at any hour, however random,
Whatshizname always carries a condom.
Today he has married a pretty girl,
but thoughts of having children at his age makes his toes curl,
Whatever his reasons, however random,
Even post marriage, he still uses a Condom.
You may not have met him or approve of his acts,
But his concerns are not fictional, they are all facts.
So who ever you are, however random,
Be safe, responsible and don't forget the condom.
Issued in public interest - Redeff.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Melting Moments - An evening in the Park.
He walks in the evening inside the park,
The shadows lengthen as the day grows dark.
As the wind quickens and the sun wanes,
He looks at her with silent restraint.
He looks for it, deep inside her eyes,
And wonders if that is where his love ‘lies’,
He finds but silence amidst the grey,
Slowly, he looks away.
She starts speaking in a low voice,
About the talks that that had sounded so nice,
How she had smiled and forgotten the pain,
While they walked hand in hand, drenched by the rain.
He got no flowers, he got no gifts,
But was always there when she threw her fits,
She yelled at him and called him names,
And yet he loved her, always the same.
He loved her, that she knew,
He had thought she loved him too,
And yet she saw just the fun and games,
Playing along, immune to his pain.
And now he walks alone in the park,
His head bowed low, alone in the dark.
She looks at him with a tear in her eye,
And sees him fade as the day dies.
The shadows lengthen as the day grows dark.
As the wind quickens and the sun wanes,
He looks at her with silent restraint.
He looks for it, deep inside her eyes,
And wonders if that is where his love ‘lies’,
He finds but silence amidst the grey,
Slowly, he looks away.
She starts speaking in a low voice,
About the talks that that had sounded so nice,
How she had smiled and forgotten the pain,
While they walked hand in hand, drenched by the rain.
He got no flowers, he got no gifts,
But was always there when she threw her fits,
She yelled at him and called him names,
And yet he loved her, always the same.
He loved her, that she knew,
He had thought she loved him too,
And yet she saw just the fun and games,
Playing along, immune to his pain.
And now he walks alone in the park,
His head bowed low, alone in the dark.
She looks at him with a tear in her eye,
And sees him fade as the day dies.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
For you
It's said that God created love in heaven,
Then down to earth Cupid flew,
A lot of people were struck by his arrows,
But not me and you.
They say a girl and a boy can never be 'friends',
How wrong has this theory proved,
A hundred people may succumb to cupid,
But not me and you.
As we got close the days went by,
The time just rapidly flew.
They said that time causes people to part,
But not me and you.
Though out there years we knew each other,
Our affection slowly grew,
And others thought we were 'In Love',
But not me and you.
A Thousand trails has our friendship faced,
I could name quite a few,
And maybe they could break apart everyone else,
But not me and you.
When ever I was sad, lonely or troubled,
You stuck by me like super glue,
Maybe they think that friendship is just a word,
But not me and you.
I know now that you will soon be gone,
And I can't help but feel blue,
Other friends may be happy without each other,
But not me and you.
And no one in this world may take your place,
It is reserved just for you,
Because your the only one who will understand it is platonic,
When I say " I love you".
Then down to earth Cupid flew,
A lot of people were struck by his arrows,
But not me and you.
They say a girl and a boy can never be 'friends',
How wrong has this theory proved,
A hundred people may succumb to cupid,
But not me and you.
As we got close the days went by,
The time just rapidly flew.
They said that time causes people to part,
But not me and you.
Though out there years we knew each other,
Our affection slowly grew,
And others thought we were 'In Love',
But not me and you.
A Thousand trails has our friendship faced,
I could name quite a few,
And maybe they could break apart everyone else,
But not me and you.
When ever I was sad, lonely or troubled,
You stuck by me like super glue,
Maybe they think that friendship is just a word,
But not me and you.
I know now that you will soon be gone,
And I can't help but feel blue,
Other friends may be happy without each other,
But not me and you.
And no one in this world may take your place,
It is reserved just for you,
Because your the only one who will understand it is platonic,
When I say " I love you".
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Love undone.
If Love walks down the sandy path,
And peeks into your darkened heart,
Would he find himself there?
Or just misery everywhere?
Let's go back to your childhood years,
Rediscover your dreams and fears,
Were the stories so nice so true?
Was it there that love took root?
The Sleeping beauty, Snow white the fair,
Rapunzel with her long golden hair,
Beauty's beast and the charming prince,
Has life been the same ever since?
Their love was true, their love was deep,
Their trials made your eyes weep,
But in the end when they danced and sang,
Was that where your concept of love began?
But where is it now, the love, the song?
Do you ever wonder, what went wrong?
That concept of love that seemed so nice?
Did it just fade into the twilight?
You want love, or so you say,
And will get it in any possible way,
So will you lie? And will you cheat?
Will your eyes ever really meet?
You will act as per your whim,
and ravish every part of him,
Deprive him and play the game,
And unto you , he will do the same.
You will lie back once the deed is done,
When you have had your share of the fun,
Smile and think how good it feels,
To have left the imaginary for the real.
The love inside you has come undone,
It has been replaced by the sense of fun,
And yet when it ends, you feel the pain,
It drives you crazy, you go insane.
Then you wonder, where those days went,
When the concept of love had not yet end,
Those fairy stories come back to you,
And you are left there, just feeling like a fool.
That love is an illusion is known to the world,
A blatant lie, just another word,
A fling is better, quick and nice,
Though the feeling is as cold as Ice.
The love has died or so you say,
It is you that has helped it down this way,
because even for love you use deceit,
and therein lies love's defeat.
And peeks into your darkened heart,
Would he find himself there?
Or just misery everywhere?
Let's go back to your childhood years,
Rediscover your dreams and fears,
Were the stories so nice so true?
Was it there that love took root?
The Sleeping beauty, Snow white the fair,
Rapunzel with her long golden hair,
Beauty's beast and the charming prince,
Has life been the same ever since?
Their love was true, their love was deep,
Their trials made your eyes weep,
But in the end when they danced and sang,
Was that where your concept of love began?
But where is it now, the love, the song?
Do you ever wonder, what went wrong?
That concept of love that seemed so nice?
Did it just fade into the twilight?
You want love, or so you say,
And will get it in any possible way,
So will you lie? And will you cheat?
Will your eyes ever really meet?
You will act as per your whim,
and ravish every part of him,
Deprive him and play the game,
And unto you , he will do the same.
You will lie back once the deed is done,
When you have had your share of the fun,
Smile and think how good it feels,
To have left the imaginary for the real.
The love inside you has come undone,
It has been replaced by the sense of fun,
And yet when it ends, you feel the pain,
It drives you crazy, you go insane.
Then you wonder, where those days went,
When the concept of love had not yet end,
Those fairy stories come back to you,
And you are left there, just feeling like a fool.
That love is an illusion is known to the world,
A blatant lie, just another word,
A fling is better, quick and nice,
Though the feeling is as cold as Ice.
The love has died or so you say,
It is you that has helped it down this way,
because even for love you use deceit,
and therein lies love's defeat.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Infidelity
He saw her smile, as she came close,
slightly tense, slightly forced,
She came to him, tight she held,
As he felt her heart melt.
She looked at him, a tear in eye,
in silence the moments just crawled bye,
the smile was gone, the lie had end,
but still close to her, him she held.
She slowly started telling in a low tone,
about the countless conversations on the phone,
the smiles she had at her end of the line,
while 'he' convinced her that things were fine.
Those late night talks continued into the day,
and slowly had she lost her way,
lying to her love and in his stead,
wandering off to a stranger's bed.
She had opened her heart and her soul,
and let 'his' body devour them whole,
though that fact that of cheating was on her mind,
a way out of lust her body could not find.
She had held 'him' bare, shamelessly and deep,
as she confessed this, she heard herself weep,
but the man in her arms now was as cold as stone,
ever since she started telling him about her nights on the phone.
She told him about how after their fights,
she had sneaked out to the other's place at nights,
indulging her self there and then,
cheating passionately, again and again.
It went on for months and a few weeks,
till one day she had found him cheat,
she had come unannounced and in her stead,
found some other pretty thing in his bed.
He looked down at her, as he felt his love die,
a smile on his lips as he saw her cry,
he pulled away from her, his heart heavy as stone,
opened the door and told her to go home.
slightly tense, slightly forced,
She came to him, tight she held,
As he felt her heart melt.
She looked at him, a tear in eye,
in silence the moments just crawled bye,
the smile was gone, the lie had end,
but still close to her, him she held.
She slowly started telling in a low tone,
about the countless conversations on the phone,
the smiles she had at her end of the line,
while 'he' convinced her that things were fine.
Those late night talks continued into the day,
and slowly had she lost her way,
lying to her love and in his stead,
wandering off to a stranger's bed.
She had opened her heart and her soul,
and let 'his' body devour them whole,
though that fact that of cheating was on her mind,
a way out of lust her body could not find.
She had held 'him' bare, shamelessly and deep,
as she confessed this, she heard herself weep,
but the man in her arms now was as cold as stone,
ever since she started telling him about her nights on the phone.
She told him about how after their fights,
she had sneaked out to the other's place at nights,
indulging her self there and then,
cheating passionately, again and again.
It went on for months and a few weeks,
till one day she had found him cheat,
she had come unannounced and in her stead,
found some other pretty thing in his bed.
He looked down at her, as he felt his love die,
a smile on his lips as he saw her cry,
he pulled away from her, his heart heavy as stone,
opened the door and told her to go home.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
The Knight
Sir Whatshizname was a Knight,
his lance was sharp, his horse was white,
he punished what was wrong, upheld what was right,
and in general gave the bad guys quite a fright.
As you see, his future seemed pretty bright,
to get their daughters married off to him, many-a-father tried,
they smothered him with flattery, deceit and lies,
frankly, it's a wonder how he survived.
Whatshizname by now wanted a bride,
he was tired of fast food and fries,
though Mc Donal's charges pretty right,
the oil on their burgers is not a pretty sight.
"Fair Princess, where art thou!" he cried,
and fretted once his eyes had dried,
untill one fine day a peasant arrived,
and told of a princes who seemed just right.
Immediately our hero got onto his ride,
and rode out to the country side,
looking Jhataak all dressed up in style,
and to woo the princess hard he tried.
A dragon landed just to his right,
to impress the princess, the dragon he must fight,
to give him credit, to be brave he tried.
But under suspicious circumstances, his horse took flight.
So now back at home came the knight,
in front of his mother like a baby he cried,
All the allegations of being a coward he denied,
but in the end I hear it's arranged marriage that he tried.
his lance was sharp, his horse was white,
he punished what was wrong, upheld what was right,
and in general gave the bad guys quite a fright.
As you see, his future seemed pretty bright,
to get their daughters married off to him, many-a-father tried,
they smothered him with flattery, deceit and lies,
frankly, it's a wonder how he survived.
Whatshizname by now wanted a bride,
he was tired of fast food and fries,
though Mc Donal's charges pretty right,
the oil on their burgers is not a pretty sight.
"Fair Princess, where art thou!" he cried,
and fretted once his eyes had dried,
untill one fine day a peasant arrived,
and told of a princes who seemed just right.
Immediately our hero got onto his ride,
and rode out to the country side,
looking Jhataak all dressed up in style,
and to woo the princess hard he tried.
A dragon landed just to his right,
to impress the princess, the dragon he must fight,
to give him credit, to be brave he tried.
But under suspicious circumstances, his horse took flight.
So now back at home came the knight,
in front of his mother like a baby he cried,
All the allegations of being a coward he denied,
but in the end I hear it's arranged marriage that he tried.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Paradox
We've seen it happen across the World,
Around us has a storm unfurled,
We sit and watch, immune to the pain,
While the world around us goes insane.
Our life is safe, our life is good,
while people kill for the sake of food,
We eat a bit, leave some on the plate,
While people starve, it goes to waste.
Live in Peace says the Lord,
While people kill in the name of God,
Where is the peace, where is the faith?
Had no Prophet foreseen this fate?
We say "Make the world a better place",
While people kill to conquer states.
Some bullets and some blood are all it takes.
While the rest of the world watches, and waits.
Emotions, they all go hand in glove,
While people Kill in the name of Love,
Is this the paradox? The twist of fate ?
Is there nothing to distinguish Love from hate?
We've seen it happen across the World,
Around us has a storm unfurled,
We sit and watch, immune to the pain,
While the world around us goes insane.
Around us has a storm unfurled,
We sit and watch, immune to the pain,
While the world around us goes insane.
Our life is safe, our life is good,
while people kill for the sake of food,
We eat a bit, leave some on the plate,
While people starve, it goes to waste.
Live in Peace says the Lord,
While people kill in the name of God,
Where is the peace, where is the faith?
Had no Prophet foreseen this fate?
We say "Make the world a better place",
While people kill to conquer states.
Some bullets and some blood are all it takes.
While the rest of the world watches, and waits.
Emotions, they all go hand in glove,
While people Kill in the name of Love,
Is this the paradox? The twist of fate ?
Is there nothing to distinguish Love from hate?
We've seen it happen across the World,
Around us has a storm unfurled,
We sit and watch, immune to the pain,
While the world around us goes insane.
Friday, July 17, 2009
The Answer
It's quite all right for you to say,
Let go of all your fears today,
Stop pretending to be strong,
and own up that you were wrong.
Tell me what i need to know,
see through all i I've tried to not show,
be one of my closest friends,
just to be let down by me again.
No one wants to be alone,
and wait for that never to come phone,
dream of her now and then,
Just to be back to the square one again.
I'm not powerful,
i just try hard to keep my cool,
And yes, i try to be strong,
just to find that what i do is wrong.
It's not something i need,
Or someone to take my hand and lead,
I need peace somewhere in my head,
but get this crazy turbulence instead.
I know i can't do it all,
it's like banging my head against a brick wall,
screw the support and F**k the love,
with misery they come hand in glove.
Being patient sounds all fine,
but how do I convince this heart of mine?
What's the point of going with the flow?
When i refuse to believe in love?
It's a crazy world, who has the time?
And when she comes, will she ever be mine?
and how it will turn out who can tell?
though you say in the end, all's well?
It's not about what i fear,
because that can be conquered by just a few beers,
But to stay away from love is what my heart tells,
And it's what i advice everyone else.
Let go of all your fears today,
Stop pretending to be strong,
and own up that you were wrong.
Tell me what i need to know,
see through all i I've tried to not show,
be one of my closest friends,
just to be let down by me again.
No one wants to be alone,
and wait for that never to come phone,
dream of her now and then,
Just to be back to the square one again.
I'm not powerful,
i just try hard to keep my cool,
And yes, i try to be strong,
just to find that what i do is wrong.
It's not something i need,
Or someone to take my hand and lead,
I need peace somewhere in my head,
but get this crazy turbulence instead.
I know i can't do it all,
it's like banging my head against a brick wall,
screw the support and F**k the love,
with misery they come hand in glove.
Being patient sounds all fine,
but how do I convince this heart of mine?
What's the point of going with the flow?
When i refuse to believe in love?
It's a crazy world, who has the time?
And when she comes, will she ever be mine?
and how it will turn out who can tell?
though you say in the end, all's well?
It's not about what i fear,
because that can be conquered by just a few beers,
But to stay away from love is what my heart tells,
And it's what i advice everyone else.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
As i let you go
The curtains fall, the lights grow dim,
as the artists take a bow,
a sudden flash takes me back in the past,
As I let you go.
In the sea of memories, i try to swim,
as the thoughts begin to flow,
the tidal wave around me crashes,
As I let you go.
No deed too great, no word too small,
you made me sink so low,
the thought of it now makes me cringe,
As I let you go.
A new sun shines, the days are glad,
and life is all aglow,
And all at once there is peace,
As i let you go.
as the artists take a bow,
a sudden flash takes me back in the past,
As I let you go.
In the sea of memories, i try to swim,
as the thoughts begin to flow,
the tidal wave around me crashes,
As I let you go.
No deed too great, no word too small,
you made me sink so low,
the thought of it now makes me cringe,
As I let you go.
A new sun shines, the days are glad,
and life is all aglow,
And all at once there is peace,
As i let you go.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Melting Moments - 2
I cant sing like Roy Orbison ,
It's not that i didn't give it a try ,
And as much as say , i can be your Hero,
Like Enrique i just can't cry.
A hundred excuses i search for daily ,
And all of them go waste ,
And though i try to take this lightly,
The thought of you don't let me think straight.
A thousand songs last night I heard ,
So i couldn't sleep a wink ,
This lack of my ability to express my self ,
Is driving me over the brink.
A thousand words , a million lines ,
Flow incessantly in my mind ,
And every time i remember your smile ,
Not even one of those anymore can i find.
Countless moments must have passed ,
Since the moment i saw you first ,
Since then all i can do is think about you ,
To that fate i am Cursed.
I'm not much of a poet ,
I can't seem to make this poem fine,
Which is why i end this attempt here ,
And present to you these lines.
It's not that i didn't give it a try ,
And as much as say , i can be your Hero,
Like Enrique i just can't cry.
A hundred excuses i search for daily ,
And all of them go waste ,
And though i try to take this lightly,
The thought of you don't let me think straight.
A thousand songs last night I heard ,
So i couldn't sleep a wink ,
This lack of my ability to express my self ,
Is driving me over the brink.
A thousand words , a million lines ,
Flow incessantly in my mind ,
And every time i remember your smile ,
Not even one of those anymore can i find.
Countless moments must have passed ,
Since the moment i saw you first ,
Since then all i can do is think about you ,
To that fate i am Cursed.
I'm not much of a poet ,
I can't seem to make this poem fine,
Which is why i end this attempt here ,
And present to you these lines.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Melting Moments
She stood at the door and watched him go, his figure rapidly diminishing in the deepening twilight. Slowly as his form disappeared into the settling darkness, her sight grew blurred and a small tear rolled slowly down her cheek. A few steps across the hall took her to the window where she could still see him walk away, away from her life. With a heavy heart her eyes followed his progress down the road, as she settled down to wait, her mind willing her to stop him, to run after him, beg and plead even and ask him to give back all that was now gone. She shook her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts, willing her mind to mute out the pain that seared through her, chilling her heart. As the seconds lengthened into minutes, she stared out into the darkness, her mind whirling down memory lane.
His brown eyes were the first thing she ever noticed, and then the crazy grin on his face. The lips that were turned upwards in a gentle smile and the soft voice that made everything seem so magical!! Love at first sight? Hardly. A karmic Connection? Maybe! And then the conversation that followed. She did not remember much of it, but she did remember that she had laughed a lot. Probably a lot more than she remembered ever laughing in the recent past. How his mannerism had charmed her and made her go weak in her knees. And his scent! The first date at Bascillico with the fantastic Blueberry cheesecake and then the long walk across Pali Hill down to the sea shore. The evening he asked her out, under the stars while driving down Marine Drive. The Daily messaging and the first kiss. She had loved him against both ,her better judgment and that of all her friends. But that had hardly mattered. He was madly in love with her. Or so she thought.
Then the exams started, the late night calls gave way to night cramming sessions and long drives were replaced by the numerous study hours in the Library. His touch felt cold and distant now and his interest seemed to have waned. She had become a lot more aware of how his returning calls had lessened, and his reply to her messages had trickled down to bare minimum. And then how one fine day her friend had seen him at the Local Club, getting Intimate with someone else.
She had willed it away, those thoughts to focus on her exams, unsuccessfully. Every time she thought of him, she felt wild, angry hurt and in pain. After the last paper she had called him. And he had not replied. Her Calls met with a busy tone. Till the next day he called back. She invited him over. He came.
With a flurry of emotions and a thousand random thoughts in her head she had opened the door for him. A painfully lingering thought, banished as he abruptly swept her off her feet, and carried her inside. All doubts forgotten she had responded, as like the old, feeling him around her. But then right in the midst of it, as she felt him against her, all the thoughts returned in a crescendo. Pushing him away she had confronted him in a horse voice, willing all of it to be untrue, hoping that he would refute all the allegations, prove all of them wrong. Waiting for it to happen, pinning all her hopes on her dreams and happiness to return. It never happened. A few seconds and it was over, His loose shirt hung around him as he pulled in back on, haunted with the same smell that had smelt so pleasant just a few minutes back. And then he walked out of the door, without as much as backward glance to the eyes following his progress into the twilight.
In a quick motion she got up and hit the shower. Maybe drowning herself under the warm shower would take away the cold that she seemed to be drowning in.
His brown eyes were the first thing she ever noticed, and then the crazy grin on his face. The lips that were turned upwards in a gentle smile and the soft voice that made everything seem so magical!! Love at first sight? Hardly. A karmic Connection? Maybe! And then the conversation that followed. She did not remember much of it, but she did remember that she had laughed a lot. Probably a lot more than she remembered ever laughing in the recent past. How his mannerism had charmed her and made her go weak in her knees. And his scent! The first date at Bascillico with the fantastic Blueberry cheesecake and then the long walk across Pali Hill down to the sea shore. The evening he asked her out, under the stars while driving down Marine Drive. The Daily messaging and the first kiss. She had loved him against both ,her better judgment and that of all her friends. But that had hardly mattered. He was madly in love with her. Or so she thought.
Then the exams started, the late night calls gave way to night cramming sessions and long drives were replaced by the numerous study hours in the Library. His touch felt cold and distant now and his interest seemed to have waned. She had become a lot more aware of how his returning calls had lessened, and his reply to her messages had trickled down to bare minimum. And then how one fine day her friend had seen him at the Local Club, getting Intimate with someone else.
She had willed it away, those thoughts to focus on her exams, unsuccessfully. Every time she thought of him, she felt wild, angry hurt and in pain. After the last paper she had called him. And he had not replied. Her Calls met with a busy tone. Till the next day he called back. She invited him over. He came.
With a flurry of emotions and a thousand random thoughts in her head she had opened the door for him. A painfully lingering thought, banished as he abruptly swept her off her feet, and carried her inside. All doubts forgotten she had responded, as like the old, feeling him around her. But then right in the midst of it, as she felt him against her, all the thoughts returned in a crescendo. Pushing him away she had confronted him in a horse voice, willing all of it to be untrue, hoping that he would refute all the allegations, prove all of them wrong. Waiting for it to happen, pinning all her hopes on her dreams and happiness to return. It never happened. A few seconds and it was over, His loose shirt hung around him as he pulled in back on, haunted with the same smell that had smelt so pleasant just a few minutes back. And then he walked out of the door, without as much as backward glance to the eyes following his progress into the twilight.
In a quick motion she got up and hit the shower. Maybe drowning herself under the warm shower would take away the cold that she seemed to be drowning in.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Wake up call.
Every single day i open the newspaper i find a new thing to disgust me. Dirty politics, un-healthy legislation , oppression , farmer suicides , corruption and most lately, rape. Every single day , in some paper or the other this ugly word comes up, often in the headlines. And every single day all of us when we read about all this utter Bull Sh*t happening around us, in our country or even in our neighborhood itself, we shake our heads, take another sip of our morning tea and say ' This country is going to the dogs".
What are we going to do about it? The laws in our country are often made by politicians , some of them with barely any qualifications and they make our laws, they form the government. They govern us. This is the fact of life, they determine what is right, wrong, legal , illegal. They say you can be only as good as your representative is. Look at your representative. Is that really the person you want representing you? A number of legislations today that have caused an uproar are still going strong, take for example the reservation of 50% seats for 5% of the countries population. What ever happened to the concept of merit? Or has it disappeared? Give scholarships. But reservations?
Rape is a fundamental social evil. And yet it is happening around us. Let's be frank about this. If seven years minimum term in jail is not enough to deter anyone from forcibly indulging in a forced intercourse, what is? Capital punishment? What will that cure? The offender will die in an instant, but the girl, specially being Indian will suffer for the rest of her life.
The story of her humiliation will be printed in all the papers, her family members will be interviewed and a hundred questions will be asked. A few questions will be shot on her character and a few more on her carelessness. The trial will be painfully long and at the end of it, she will be no where. Today in our days of 'open mindedness'' we really do not mind a partner for life who has engaged in sexual intercourse prior to marriage. But what about a rape victim? Will she be accepted in any family? And whats her fault in this? But do people realize this? Not really. What about her future? Are they all gone? just like that in a flash? Fifteen minutes back she was a girl with a life, a proper future and now is that all gone? Will she even complain? Can she expect compassion from the local Constable she goes to lodge and FIR with? How will she look at others in the eye after being scarred? Both physically and emotionally?
And what are we to do about it? Sit around and shake our heads? Do nothing? For once i know i wont. I want to educate people, i want to tell them the consequences of their actions. I want the victims to know that they will get all the support they want. It's upto us, we the youth today to do all this. Our inaction today can be our undoing tomorrow. It could be our sisters or daughters next in the future. The future is ours they say. It's time we did something about it. I know i will.
What are we going to do about it? The laws in our country are often made by politicians , some of them with barely any qualifications and they make our laws, they form the government. They govern us. This is the fact of life, they determine what is right, wrong, legal , illegal. They say you can be only as good as your representative is. Look at your representative. Is that really the person you want representing you? A number of legislations today that have caused an uproar are still going strong, take for example the reservation of 50% seats for 5% of the countries population. What ever happened to the concept of merit? Or has it disappeared? Give scholarships. But reservations?
Rape is a fundamental social evil. And yet it is happening around us. Let's be frank about this. If seven years minimum term in jail is not enough to deter anyone from forcibly indulging in a forced intercourse, what is? Capital punishment? What will that cure? The offender will die in an instant, but the girl, specially being Indian will suffer for the rest of her life.
The story of her humiliation will be printed in all the papers, her family members will be interviewed and a hundred questions will be asked. A few questions will be shot on her character and a few more on her carelessness. The trial will be painfully long and at the end of it, she will be no where. Today in our days of 'open mindedness'' we really do not mind a partner for life who has engaged in sexual intercourse prior to marriage. But what about a rape victim? Will she be accepted in any family? And whats her fault in this? But do people realize this? Not really. What about her future? Are they all gone? just like that in a flash? Fifteen minutes back she was a girl with a life, a proper future and now is that all gone? Will she even complain? Can she expect compassion from the local Constable she goes to lodge and FIR with? How will she look at others in the eye after being scarred? Both physically and emotionally?
And what are we to do about it? Sit around and shake our heads? Do nothing? For once i know i wont. I want to educate people, i want to tell them the consequences of their actions. I want the victims to know that they will get all the support they want. It's upto us, we the youth today to do all this. Our inaction today can be our undoing tomorrow. It could be our sisters or daughters next in the future. The future is ours they say. It's time we did something about it. I know i will.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Touched by an Angel
They say that Angels sit in heaven,
and lend the stars their light,
but here on earth, there is a girl,
who looked like an Angel that night!
The sun had gone down in the west,
the moon was not yet its brilliant white,
and through the darkness you walked to me,
Like an Angel that night!
The silver light around you swirled,
and lit up your brilliant smile,
the moonbeams they enrobed you,
Like an Angel, that night!
As you came close, the world stood still,
my heart didn't feel quite fine,
and in the darkness your voice echoed,
Like an Angel that night!
You sat down right next to me,
I lost all track of time,
and even the moon came down to see you look,
Like an Angel that night!
I never saw this part of you,
we usually just tend to fight,
but for the first time you struck a chord,
Like an angel that night!
But all good things do come to an end,
you stayed but just a while,
and through the darkness you melted away,
like an angel that night...
You touched my heart as you walked away,
I still miss that shining light,
All I want is one chance with you,
Oh Angel in the night!
and lend the stars their light,
but here on earth, there is a girl,
who looked like an Angel that night!
The sun had gone down in the west,
the moon was not yet its brilliant white,
and through the darkness you walked to me,
Like an Angel that night!
The silver light around you swirled,
and lit up your brilliant smile,
the moonbeams they enrobed you,
Like an Angel, that night!
As you came close, the world stood still,
my heart didn't feel quite fine,
and in the darkness your voice echoed,
Like an Angel that night!
You sat down right next to me,
I lost all track of time,
and even the moon came down to see you look,
Like an Angel that night!
I never saw this part of you,
we usually just tend to fight,
but for the first time you struck a chord,
Like an angel that night!
But all good things do come to an end,
you stayed but just a while,
and through the darkness you melted away,
like an angel that night...
You touched my heart as you walked away,
I still miss that shining light,
All I want is one chance with you,
Oh Angel in the night!
Monday, April 6, 2009
The Invasion
He smiled as an icy touch clenched his heart. Standing still, a probe punctured him, immersing itself in his thoughts, and reaching out though his blood till his entire body felt as cold ice. They were going through his thoughts now. He felt them flinch as they encountered his defenses.
"No, I shall not let you! " He screamed in defiance as waves upon waves crashed against his defenses, threatening to tear them down like a castle of playing cards. He clutched his head in disbelief. "No, this cannot be happening now. Not like this, please Oh God!" He held his head slightly as a spasm appeared briefly on his face. Then smothered it in an instant, smattered with a quick fake smile and seasoned with a few words to make conversation. The cold tentacles threatened to engulf him and make him wither. He could feel them rallying their forces now, ready to launch a quick offensive. "Action Stations" shouted his head as he prepared for the impending siege. He braced himself as he cleared the Cheque and walked out to the car, taking the key from the valet. Putting the key in the slot, the car roared to life. Just as the blow fell.
He felt the entire might of his preparations give way as the cold assaulted with all the force it could muster. Waves upon waves just seemed to rush in and his defenses gave way like matchsticks in a storm. His car scrapped the front , he gunned the accelerator as he hit the open street. "Whats wrong with you?" she screamed.
He dropped her to the destination. Got of the car, Ravaged. Tiered as he inspected first hand the damage done. To his car and to his very mind. The cold had poured in and settled. They had ravaged his very memory , feeding and growing upon him, effecting his very soul. He settled down on the seat and prepared for the drive home.
They had won again, His guilty thoughts.
"No, I shall not let you! " He screamed in defiance as waves upon waves crashed against his defenses, threatening to tear them down like a castle of playing cards. He clutched his head in disbelief. "No, this cannot be happening now. Not like this, please Oh God!" He held his head slightly as a spasm appeared briefly on his face. Then smothered it in an instant, smattered with a quick fake smile and seasoned with a few words to make conversation. The cold tentacles threatened to engulf him and make him wither. He could feel them rallying their forces now, ready to launch a quick offensive. "Action Stations" shouted his head as he prepared for the impending siege. He braced himself as he cleared the Cheque and walked out to the car, taking the key from the valet. Putting the key in the slot, the car roared to life. Just as the blow fell.
He felt the entire might of his preparations give way as the cold assaulted with all the force it could muster. Waves upon waves just seemed to rush in and his defenses gave way like matchsticks in a storm. His car scrapped the front , he gunned the accelerator as he hit the open street. "Whats wrong with you?" she screamed.
He dropped her to the destination. Got of the car, Ravaged. Tiered as he inspected first hand the damage done. To his car and to his very mind. The cold had poured in and settled. They had ravaged his very memory , feeding and growing upon him, effecting his very soul. He settled down on the seat and prepared for the drive home.
They had won again, His guilty thoughts.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Don't fade away
Think of it every Second,
You don't know how it feels,
Don't know if it's an illusion,
Or something very real,
The lights have faded slowly
and it's dark in here,
am sitting in a corner,
Yet things are crystal clear.
I've got to tell you that I,
Didn't know what to think about out it,
If or not iv got try.....
You keep me firmly grounded,
and make my thoughts take flight,
destroy those fears unfounded,
light up the morning sky.
Stand by me every second,
even when i let you go,
Catch me when i start falling,
pick me when i feel low
Can't seem to find you and I,
Don't know how to go about it,
If or not iv got try.....
You don't know how it feels,
Don't know if it's an illusion,
Or something very real,
The lights have faded slowly
and it's dark in here,
am sitting in a corner,
Yet things are crystal clear.
I've got to tell you that I,
Didn't know what to think about out it,
If or not iv got try.....
You keep me firmly grounded,
and make my thoughts take flight,
destroy those fears unfounded,
light up the morning sky.
Stand by me every second,
even when i let you go,
Catch me when i start falling,
pick me when i feel low
Can't seem to find you and I,
Don't know how to go about it,
If or not iv got try.....
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Justice. And it's Manifestations
" How many people in this word deserve what they get? And how many get what they deserve?" - J.R.R. Tolkien (Lord of the Rings)
Bulls Eye.
As i read through the last few pages, my mind had already began to wander. No special occasion this, just a stray tendril of thought, the mischief of the same book that i held in Hand. And at the center of the turmoil was one word, Justice. 'To kill a mockingbird' Does that to you. The story of how justice does not necessarily get administered, the truth about an innocent man, brought to light in the courtroom, yet convicted, sentenced to capital punishment under the charges of rape, just because of the color of his skin, make you wonder about Justice. And it's manifestations.
As much as the story is based in the past, i couldn't help but bring it across the time warp and the seven seas to the modern day Indian concept. Maybe the methods have changed, maybe the scenario has changed, but even as on date, is justice actually served? Is it that freely available? Is it universal? Unbiased? Free flowing? Does it even fit into the meaning of the word justice as it's common interpretation or as it should be understood? We see wrong being done on every level. We indulge in it ourselves. I know i have. I have done wrong, knowingly and i have seen the same happen all around me, with the blame pinned on someone else, or no one.
I study law. It's what i do for a qualification. It's what i may do for a living, for life. And i see the same thing through two different points of view. A part of what i study and a part of me that still identifies with the millions who fight for their rights. I see violence, with people increasingly taking the law into their own hands, dispensing so called 'Justice" with stick and stone. I see apathy, racial discrimination, financial conditions and grudges play a major role is determining the so called Justice which is been laded out by the public at large, greatly spurred on by open political backing.
Whatever may be the name:- Standing up for rights, protests , Moral policing or the million other excuses certain anti-social elements can dig up to curb our fundamental rights in exchange for exposure of any kind, harping on their interpretation of culture and enforcing their so called views on others under the name of justice. Is this what Justice is supposed to ultimately De-generate down to? Is this what the future looks like?
The first thing my law study would like to impress upon me is that lawyers are meant to uphold and bring about Justice. Maybe true, right to representation is an universal right given to all. But lawyers are humans. How many people can actually afford a good lawyer? And how does it help in dispensing justice in what is finally a courtroom battle between two contestants? How often are the two sides coming from different economic background evenly matched? The rich get access to the best lawyers, the best resources and consequently often the best results. Lawyers are not to blame, maybe. They as working professionals reserve the right to quote their asking price depending on what they or their clients think their value addition is. And frankly, in good commercial sense, generally the quantum of the fees vary in direct proportion to how good the lawyer is. Then again is the all important 'setting'. Your relationship with the judges, the jury, your peers and the clout you hold also often has a direct relationship with the verdict. It's common knowledge that a lot of 'setting' goes on. So what does that make lawyers? Dispensers of justice? Or quite the opposite? Again at the end of the day, it's nothing personal, just professionalism. To do what you have to for your client. Fight to Win. Code of ethics, defend your client. Maybe a year down the line I'll put on the coat and join those ranks. As what, i wonder.
Justice, what about it's defense? Is there anyone listening?
Bulls Eye.
As i read through the last few pages, my mind had already began to wander. No special occasion this, just a stray tendril of thought, the mischief of the same book that i held in Hand. And at the center of the turmoil was one word, Justice. 'To kill a mockingbird' Does that to you. The story of how justice does not necessarily get administered, the truth about an innocent man, brought to light in the courtroom, yet convicted, sentenced to capital punishment under the charges of rape, just because of the color of his skin, make you wonder about Justice. And it's manifestations.
As much as the story is based in the past, i couldn't help but bring it across the time warp and the seven seas to the modern day Indian concept. Maybe the methods have changed, maybe the scenario has changed, but even as on date, is justice actually served? Is it that freely available? Is it universal? Unbiased? Free flowing? Does it even fit into the meaning of the word justice as it's common interpretation or as it should be understood? We see wrong being done on every level. We indulge in it ourselves. I know i have. I have done wrong, knowingly and i have seen the same happen all around me, with the blame pinned on someone else, or no one.
I study law. It's what i do for a qualification. It's what i may do for a living, for life. And i see the same thing through two different points of view. A part of what i study and a part of me that still identifies with the millions who fight for their rights. I see violence, with people increasingly taking the law into their own hands, dispensing so called 'Justice" with stick and stone. I see apathy, racial discrimination, financial conditions and grudges play a major role is determining the so called Justice which is been laded out by the public at large, greatly spurred on by open political backing.
Whatever may be the name:- Standing up for rights, protests , Moral policing or the million other excuses certain anti-social elements can dig up to curb our fundamental rights in exchange for exposure of any kind, harping on their interpretation of culture and enforcing their so called views on others under the name of justice. Is this what Justice is supposed to ultimately De-generate down to? Is this what the future looks like?
The first thing my law study would like to impress upon me is that lawyers are meant to uphold and bring about Justice. Maybe true, right to representation is an universal right given to all. But lawyers are humans. How many people can actually afford a good lawyer? And how does it help in dispensing justice in what is finally a courtroom battle between two contestants? How often are the two sides coming from different economic background evenly matched? The rich get access to the best lawyers, the best resources and consequently often the best results. Lawyers are not to blame, maybe. They as working professionals reserve the right to quote their asking price depending on what they or their clients think their value addition is. And frankly, in good commercial sense, generally the quantum of the fees vary in direct proportion to how good the lawyer is. Then again is the all important 'setting'. Your relationship with the judges, the jury, your peers and the clout you hold also often has a direct relationship with the verdict. It's common knowledge that a lot of 'setting' goes on. So what does that make lawyers? Dispensers of justice? Or quite the opposite? Again at the end of the day, it's nothing personal, just professionalism. To do what you have to for your client. Fight to Win. Code of ethics, defend your client. Maybe a year down the line I'll put on the coat and join those ranks. As what, i wonder.
Justice, what about it's defense? Is there anyone listening?
Saturday, January 31, 2009
How to save a life - A story unfolds
Below is my own version of the hit song from the Fray " How to save a life". It is sung to the same tune. Hope you like it!! I take no credit in the same.
Step one you say "We need to talk",
She says "Sit down, It's just a talk"
Walks slowly up to you,
You draw back throughly confused,
as the twilight dims the light,
And the day passes in to the night,
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
somewhere along this distance,
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Let her know that you know best,
Cause in your mind you know, she knows the rest,
Try to try to cross her mind's fence,
and comprehend her silence,
Tell her a list of what is wrong
The things you've told her all along
And pray to God she hears you
And pray to God she hears you
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
As she begins, you hear her voice
You lower yours and grant her one last choice
Pull until you break the ropes,
and the line you so carefully followed
She will say one or two thing,
You will admit to everything
Or she'll say your just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Now she's there somewhere in the darkness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
How to save a life
Step one you say "We need to talk",
She says "Sit down, It's just a talk"
Walks slowly up to you,
You draw back throughly confused,
as the twilight dims the light,
And the day passes in to the night,
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
somewhere along this distance,
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Let her know that you know best,
Cause in your mind you know, she knows the rest,
Try to try to cross her mind's fence,
and comprehend her silence,
Tell her a list of what is wrong
The things you've told her all along
And pray to God she hears you
And pray to God she hears you
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
As she begins, you hear her voice
You lower yours and grant her one last choice
Pull until you break the ropes,
and the line you so carefully followed
She will say one or two thing,
You will admit to everything
Or she'll say your just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Now she's there somewhere in the darkness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
How to save a life
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Aditya signing off Ma'm
I felt like writing this little rhyme,
to tell you all that lay in this heart of mine,
though it is not my best i fear,
It's got all that i wanted you to hear...
It never was about touching your body,
but about being one with your heart, your soul,
Because talking to you made me feel happy,
And seeing you smile made me feel whole.
A thousand words for a hint of a smile,
a million prayers to ward away the tears,
staying back in office to meet you a while,
And messaging into the wee hours.
Walking by your side, sometimes for hours,
while the Diwali lights lit up the sky,
paying the beggar girl to give you some flowers,
as the time just seemed to fly.
You never heard what i tried to say,
what i tried to tell you, day after day,
I kept wondering what and how to say,
to tell you where my heart truly lay.
But now that it's gone,over and done ,
and i lie penning my thoughts in the dark,
again i remember the your eyes and smile,
and long for those days that have passed.
Well it's a fitting ending,
after a long wait,
As iv found out,
Now, that it's too late.
to tell you all that lay in this heart of mine,
though it is not my best i fear,
It's got all that i wanted you to hear...
It never was about touching your body,
but about being one with your heart, your soul,
Because talking to you made me feel happy,
And seeing you smile made me feel whole.
A thousand words for a hint of a smile,
a million prayers to ward away the tears,
staying back in office to meet you a while,
And messaging into the wee hours.
Walking by your side, sometimes for hours,
while the Diwali lights lit up the sky,
paying the beggar girl to give you some flowers,
as the time just seemed to fly.
You never heard what i tried to say,
what i tried to tell you, day after day,
I kept wondering what and how to say,
to tell you where my heart truly lay.
But now that it's gone,over and done ,
and i lie penning my thoughts in the dark,
again i remember the your eyes and smile,
and long for those days that have passed.
Well it's a fitting ending,
after a long wait,
As iv found out,
Now, that it's too late.
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