may be

He held my hand, may be,

when i missed my step

He took me in his arms, may be,

when i wept

He comforted me,may be

when i worked myself up

He scolded me, may be

when i goofed up

He made me maggi, may be

when he had to cook

He cracked jokes, may be

he could write a book

He kept looking out of the window

trying to breathe, may be

decades passed, he stood there, gazing

trying to think, may be

Watch yourself inside,

world can give you clues, may be

to be a man, shed your pride

you'll get to where you want, may be

untitled

Sometimes i feel no one should, in principle, be critical of anyone. It is just a futile verbal exercise that may keep your mind engaged and disoriented. Every person houses a hypocrite and a diplomat within. Its so damn difficult to be just yourself in a world where you have to constantly prove yourself, where you want to fit in to be revered. Its not easy to be brutally honest nor can many stand such individuals.

blessings for new beginnings

Bought a new car. We were coaxed to take it to a temple and perform rituals to bless the car. last night we drove to our temple - India gate :) It felt great!!!

Standing in front of kali temple today with flowers, prasad, coconut and dakshina, i felt a disconnect. When pujari spilled coconut water all over the car, Sandeep said we have to get it cleaned after this. Perceptions change. Its natural. Things can mean so much to you or nothing at all.

Ram and Sita

They are exemplary protagonists in Indian epic Ramayana. Two individuals immensely in love

surrendered to each other. One never took advantage of the other. Their faith in each other was unshakable in excruciating times. They repented even for a brief moment of disbelief in the other, if it ever happened. One lived in exile to uphold the integrity of the other and to teach mankind, an important lesson while the other bestowed with great power and wealth, lived like a saint away from his wife.

In love until death, they lived a life of high responsibility with a settled heart.

Its moving but it sounds unreal. In current times, to hold them as idols would only seem to add to the baggage we are living with already. As much as i watch them in disbelief, i wish to meet someone like them and perhaps find a ground for myself.

when conscience dies?

11 killed and 76 injured in the blast near Delhi High court.

what kind of hatred does mass murderers nurse? what kind of greed intoxicates them? What kind of belief system blinds them? What kind of victimization makes them indifferent?

World is a jungle indeed and will remain so until a powerful man looks at a common man like a pest, a victim creates more victims, until the government does not design an effective system to deal with socio-economic disparities (not by reservations and pseudo schemes which makes the system incompetent but subsidies for better education and healthcare), until building a sense of responsibility towards the nation and other people is conveniently ignored, until we do not break away from our age old baggage of superstitions and pre-judices.

black dog

helluva night