Clichéd Hypocrisy

I feel a lump in my throat as I begin to write this. This is about the girl, most of us can identify ourselves with. Its about her dreams, her happiness, her right to have made it to life and quite about the tragic end she succumbed to. 

This morning of December 29'2012, the first thing my sleepy consciousness managed to receive was the end of that strong lady; who fell prey to six brutes---a variant of our so-called society---haunting the streets of Delhi; who was victimized due to the negligence of our public safety system; who was perceived nothing more than fodder for the demon fed within most men by the gender stereotypes.

The only thought of the horrific night shakes me to the core. And then, there was this woman, who suffered it all. It makes me shudder, to think how life takes toll. For the government, it might be just another contingency, that it must save its asses from. For the media, maybe its just another breaking news. For the opposition, maybe its just another 'failure' to benefit from. But for that 'Damini' that I could see within each of those girls protesting at India Gate or Jantar Mantar, its a 'fear' of exploitation, of being served as fodder, of being left for injustice. 

It infuriates me much, when I hear the President's son calling it an act-in order to seek attention-by 'highly dented and painted women' and get away with it by a mere apology. It ires me when I see the Chief Minister of Delhi, campaigning on every news channel by shedding tears. It boils me, when the Prime Minister gives out an irresilient speech after a week of sheer muteness in response to the voice of the masses in a so-called democracy. The anger is not just against those in authority, but also those who deem themselves blind towards witnessing the severity of sexual assaults.

I am far from being hopeful of change for I have been supplied with good reasons to have no faith in stringent actions by the State. For it is when, we still have been hearing about one rape case or the other, every single day since Delhi, in solidarity with all the other cities of India, began protesting for the Fundamental Right to Life, for its women. For it is when, the State has been so reluctant in carrying out its operations. For its been so encouraging on part of the Government, when the youth gets sweeped behind the veil of maintaining law and order.

But, today, I fail to entertain nothing but remorse and grief. Grief for the ones who were meant to lead an equal life, who were meant to witness their aspirations to reality-to happiness, who were meant to be more than to account for some maniac's sexual deprivation or obsession or proof of manhood. Remorse for having been silent for long, for absorbing the wrongs in the society, for being hopeful since long, for letting things happen, for falling less of support to the voice of some fellow woman. 

The truth, in all its entirety, is that the ones who deem themselves virtuous are not-so virtuous after all. For they claim, to have been using women, at least in writing, either as the first resort or the last or somewhere in the middle, in order to gain a desired result in their matters. I momentarily paralyzed when I realised it coming from someone I was deeply respectful of. So when you are served with eye-openers, better not ignore them.

For that Brave-hearted woman, I can only wish peace. Maybe Justice is a thing too big to ask for, even when it can never bring back the dead. She shall always remain, along with the voices of all those who went through similar brutality, reminding us to lend our voices, when in need. Hope we learn to stand together, for each other.

Wish the other side of life is beautiful. 

A Happy Realization?

"You always have lesser time than you think you have." Those words, by Randy Pausch, shall never faint away from my memory. But this world that we commonly inhabit has had most of our fellow men living in denial. Most of myself, has been constantly trying to locate her soul, ever since I completed my bachelors. My sincerity has always been my essence since I boarded myself on this journey, at the first place. But what I simply fail to understand is, people's interest in my way with sincerity and dedication. A lady, the other day, tried to mock me, when she said, "Maybe whats missing out of your life, is a little bit of fooling around."

          Opinions are mere opinions, everybody has one. It sometimes is rather painful to see some witnessing this one life drain so smoothly, when for me, it just does not seem enough- to taste all the various professions that interest me- in a way, that it holds the power to work up my brain.

For 'twas the stage

This is apparently the reason why Dramatics is so dear to me. It is convenient enough to make you live the lives of the various characters it holds, imagining a life mostly different from yours, portraying their desires and acquainting them to the wide audiences. It seems I can pay one whole life as a tribute to the stage, though I have mostly smelled the dust, being a street play artist.

Street Plays, are nothing new that have happened to me, but its the transformation that is keeping me awake. With every instance, every play witnessed, a better person was instilled into my system. Now when this system, realizes the scenario to be more worst that can be thought of it, it just refuses to sleep.

Public Safety Services in the Capital City itself, have reached a situation, where it seems like nothing can really resolve the issue at hand. No amount of proposed bills, better rules and regulations, shall be able to better the condition. Reason being, every damn duty out there is performed by another cold-hearted person, a variable of this system. Add to it, the personal bargains of the average bureaucrat. I see, no way, no way, other than some sort of a revolution, that can burn down the current system into ashes and help sustain a better structure altogether.

And, when realisation dawns upon, you simply cannot live life like an Ostrich, anymore. Your insides fume at the merciless system and its proceedings. I refuse. I refuse to fall prey to this cobwebbed system, but does the refusal alone helps?

Exile : So be it !!

For the centuries that passed till the centuries to come, the good will be exiled- a choice in disguise- to preserve its goodnesss. Many things, I understand now mother, when you said, "The good, the evil, both lie within. Its you who makes either of them win."

This world seems so crowded sometimes, cruel always, that I wish I could comfort you with all the peace in an altogether distinct world. The world will remain the way it is, so I told him mother :

"Be strong, for I don't want the man within you fear and die; 

For times will change for you and I.
Be sturdy, for I won't leave your hand amidst;
For I will be your guardian angel- a comrade eclipsed."

I wonder how helping others can make you helpless sometimes, homeless right in the same time. 'Homelessness', that word, the meaning was unknown, now 'tis not. I could see the meaning right into his eyes, mother. I lacked the strength and a fertile reason too, to keep him from exiling himself, for I think 'tis time to let things be for a while, 'tis time to not fight back 'time' while 'tis too keen to strike you hard. But I promise you, mother, that I won't leave your son amidst, for I will always be his comrade eclipsed.

The Missing Charm !!

This piece desired a lot of mulling over, ever since the idea of writing it, at the first place, flared up. Primarily it started meting out my thoughts whenever I found myself entangled among passion and desires that didn't get a way out to flourish themselves, when mistakes started proving themselves monumental or rather hard to ratify, whenever I pretended to be strong to own my decisions and their consequences but failed miserably, but as they say there is always a right time for everything, I feel its time to make love between thoughts and words.

Life is full of energies that we share or rather feel through words, through solitude, through the blowing breeze, through people, their intimacy, through appreciation, through spirituality and but obviously their negative counterparts. In short, everything that has life shells out some sort of energy. Positive or negative, depends on what we tend to absorb or what we ought to. Energies, that we all are surrounded with, tend to determine our current state of mind or a prolonged state depending on their influential depth.

The MISSING CHARM is basically about all such energies lost which once upon a time guided us through a certain path that somehow enlightened the journey that we share throughout with those around us. That made things possible in the best of ways. That made one feel important and happy about its existence(though little), in this world that we commonly inhabit. One seems so big when one is charmed with the charm but, hold on, look at the sky which symbolizes one's little existence. Life is all about following this golden rule,"the art of surviving when you have nothing to lose and the behaviorism you dwell on when you have everything to lose".

Reality, has it, that the charm does not stay with one. It stays as long as you keep stimulating it with sheer determination towards your goals and the ultimate results. It works like the Beginner's luck. If you have it, sustain it as long as you can. If you don't, then start sharing energies. People around and their mere words can move you mountains to bring back the charm, to bring back that lost interest in your goals, to redouble your strengths for achieving the heights that you once decided to scale. Reach out for it. Lend ears, share words, share experiences. SHARE that guiding force. 

Love is LIFE ~ Along 'Practical' lines

Talk about love and I'll get as cheesy as i can about it. Talk about desires and I'll unveil my secret closet full of deep lying thoughts and desires. Talk about dreams and I'll make you blast out with giggles or might even drag you to hell weeping (Phew...!). Talk about life and I'll help you gain a Masters in Philosophy :-P. 
Well, in short, talk about any stupid thing that possesses a zero validity in most situations, and I'll be up to have a stupid honest word about the weirdest of things. 
         So coming back to the topic of the day, Love. The feeling of being loved is adored and witnessed by the masses and it has its own different forms for different dynamic personalities around the globe. Well, I cant write much about this emotion because it is tricky for me, or so to say. What has urged me to write about this is the blooming story of a very dear friend indeed :-) I know not, how innocent this feeling is? How simple or how complex? All I can say about it is, when it is true, it is pure. I am giggling to see how cheesy i can get but its just what i think about it at this very moment.
        One thing that has caught hold of me is that it isn't important to actually witness the feeling personally. A friends' heart speaks to me so much so that I can exactly imagine how she must be feeling. It makes me smile and even giggle at times when she blushes as we tease her, when she keeps smiling over the phone for no specific reason, when she keeps looking for the correct moment to creep in with his topic and even when things turn pesky. But at the end of the day, it leaves me amazed.
       The vital part of the story is : In this rapidly growing practical world, even love has to live along practical lines, which means, Dont get lost in the maze. Stay focused. Love and related things make life beautiful but what keeps it growing is your engrossment towards your goals in life. Not that, I am an anti-love aspirant. C'mon, i too had a love story that lasted for not less than 25 days :-P. All I need to point out is, be a balanced person and take care of your relations and dreams with the same ease :) N what more to say Love as long as you live :)

Life : A roller coaster

Well continually speaking over life and its aspects really satisfies my soul so I am up again with something new . Different people, philosophically, link life to many things. Not only them, even me. I started calling life a roller coaster but Life can also be compared to music, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes rocking, sometimes jazz and so much more endlessly.
             Yes, but factually, life is indeed a roller coaster. Starts off with that tiny feeling of excitement just like a new born baby is excited to see everything he sees , smiley smiley all alike just like life is such a safe playground for a kid- who believes in everything, has innocent wants, love simply means a mother's lap and superheroes are just so real when their fathers throw them high to touch the sky and then suddenly when they fall back, catch them affectionately. Slowly and steadily as the coaster hits the track and starts speeding up, a kid starts going to school in his tiny school dress, a little bag n bottle, just like a little gentleman scaling the distance with his tiny footsteps holding the father's first finger :) and there the coaster starts rising raising the kid, helping him become an independent individual.
            And then..... falling from a height with a marvelous speed back to the bottom which raises your heartbeat as it is the first round, goosebumps, screaming and what not. Here comes in the teenage. Teenage is a life when we seem big enough to ourselves yet we are so small. We don't recognize it but our parents do. Life seems just so big. Everything is attainable. Be it an MBBS degree, engineering, a great modelling career, an actor, a president of a country or even a NASA scientist in my case :P (roflmao). It seems just like you are born with a golden spoon in your mouth and you are the most perfect person in this universe and its you that the world is searching for. That is the teenage that I have encountered :P
          Hehe but honestly it is supposedly a great time in life. You live out actually in every sense although there are some memories of teenage you really wish to scratch out.. things that made you the biggest stupidest person on Earth.. haha I hope we all remember our first crush or maybe not. All that we used to do to impress the other person and make him or her fall for you. It was a crazy stuff. But at some point of time it made life really happening. Ever remembered the first time you shared thoughts over a guy or girl you liked with a friend. God ! As I said before it really was a crazy stuff. But anyway life was juicy and nutty :)
          The coaster once again starts rising up and this time to threaten you till your last nerve. In the life of an individual, this is the time when one is towards the end of the teenage. The time when we are actually a bit grown up, a bit responsible and actually when we witness some crushes turning into a bit meaningful relationship. But this is the time when you should check your seat belt and hold on to your breath because soon the reality is going to hit you off, turn you upside down and you may want to puke :P
         Honestly as the coaster rolls, life turns bitter and bitter with all its reality. It brings you closer to death. You are in a state as if you are living your worst nightmare. Wait for a while and you'll be back again to a bit comfort. But the ride would'nt have been much interesting and of much worth if it just rolled once. Therefore it rolls many-a-times until you overcome your fear. Just this way life keeps proving you its bitchiness until you know how to handle it. So apply the funda, wait for a while and let things get calm. Don't lose your patience and you'll see things really work out.
        And here the ride gets back on a smooth track after going sometimes up, sometimes down making you sometimes giggle, sometimes frown and rolling it thereby puzzling it all to make you feel what a great lesson life is, just teaching you how to overcome your fears and by this time in life you are big enough to take care of things that bother you and the correct way of leading and living your life.
        So moral of the story is.. The ride is great and so is life. If you haven't experienced this ride then i would definitely ask you to go and experience it and feel the butterflies in your stomach, blood in your head and the cozy feeling if you are lucky enough to have a nice girl or guy at your side :D (hehe devilish) and you might even get to experience someone puke at your face in the worst case :P (hehehe) But do go for it and as far as life is concerned its a wonderful journey my friend. If it wouldn't have been this way, it wouldn't have been worth living :)

The thoughts that I possess

Starting on with anything new in life seems really interesting yet not so easy. This is my first attempt to writing a blog although I write sometimes, times when I am a bit mushy n sentimental.. times when there is no one to lend me their ears.. times when I feel just so satisfied with life.. n even times when I enjoy writing.. :) Also there are many who encouraged me to start writing blogs so here I'd be.
              Being a piscean, my journey is my imagination by my essence and this journey in itself rewards me with my greatest dreams. As I stood in my balcony, feeling the soothing cool breeze while the full moon peeps from the side of a roaring peepal tree.. I enjoyed a great flood of deep lying thoughts over life- in my mind. I was in distress an hour before but was glad that an electricity cut made me move out of my shell. I was thinking what makes life so beautiful yet so cruel?
             The question is very simple yet difficult to understand and answer. I am very grown up.. and so is everybody who has an idea by now as to what life is all about but still doubt whether I can describe as to how I feel about it. Its really a challenge for me to put it in words and work my jammed brain to write about it.
          Well, honestly I feel living is what makes life beautiful. There are great challenges in our day-to-day life and those challenges keep doubling themselves with tripled strength as we grow. Accepting them and fighting till your last breath is what constitutes it. Sharing the little triumphs with your friends and family is what constitutes the enjoyment and satisfaction. Dream and dream big.. Chase your dreams but keep your relations supreme because relations are what make life worth living.
              Life is filled up with grey shades in intervals on the other hand. This is what makes it cruel. Terror attacks, fighting the government, injustice, n what not... There are so many set-backs in each one's of our lives and the nation as a whole. The latest Mumbai attack again brings us on the verge of questioning our lives, our nation and to all those human devils as to how does killing common people brings peace to their souls and what answers do they have to the divine's questions when they'll die because death is impartial? This suffering is what leads to the bitter part of life. But as they say nothing is permanent.. so always keep in mind, "Even this shall pass." The loss of lives is irrecoverable but living with the loss by their families goes without a choice. But I read this somewhere, "Never lose hope". Hope is a ray of light which will soon shine from far to guide you your way back, back to happiness and contentment .
            On this note, I end up with this first piece. There is a lot that I will be coming back with. Till then try and smile and see even the heaven above will smile upon you.