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Sunday, June 26, 2011

NO LIGHTS-NO CAMERA-ONLY ACTION.


 
“Squeeze your life to a 10 second dimension, what clicked you in the snap of the moment?”
Skip this question, depicts nothing but a dramatized version of life!
I see 3 kinds of people, one set of people who inspire the writer for a  protagonist like them , another set who pens that down  and the third set who reads it.(assuming that everyone at least reads, even  VOGUE Magazine would do, don’t worry! ) And yes they interchange positions; those who pen it down sometimes become protagonist to others and real protagonists become autobiographers.
None of the three intended being what they are, it just happened.Sometimes by will,sometimes in search for a diversion from the normal humdrum of life.
Real idol never knew he would trigger hearts and pens to express. He never did anything for being taken into notice. Life is not a motion picture where someone’s sacrifice is captured through a rolling tape and then shown with just the apt back ground score. Snap out of it. Come back to reality, for instance-if you really want to do something for someone do it and forget it, else think twice before you call it a sacrifice the next time. . I guess living is not a challenge lest it does not include the most trivial of the things which you have to do, things which might never come in notice. In fact should not come into notice..it tampers their essence .
Coming back to the REEL again, In Just 3 hours, ‘ the boy turned young, followed his heart, found the girl  down subway, and of course with magnified tribulations, married her  and I bet you never missed the last scene, when he sits by the bonfire on his easy chair under the grand smokestack, and the camera stops at his unblinking eyes.’ I am telling you a secret right here, no one will do this for you. No back ground music, no slow motions, nothing. It will end and the world won’t even care. If you were a good man, your eulogy would be true; else they will just make up something. Not a big deal.  
Whatever happens before the ‘unblinking eyes’ is what is going to matter. Be hated if that is a bonus to saying truth. Although what the herd says about you matters, we are a social being.  But how many opinions will you consider!! People will have subjective opinions. Myriad of them. Thus, myriads of beliefs.  And to make matters worse, when it is you as the protagonist in the ‘TUG of War’, it miraculously narrows down to only two basic beliefs, YOU in one sink of the weighing balance, and the ‘whole world’ in the other. You go by weights/beliefs/ the power of conviction somehow the obvious one weighs over. But then there is a way out, you lose this game only if you allow the herd to sit in the other basin of the balance. Decide things by yourself. Regret decisions, but decide. Fall hard, but decide. Life is real, unlike “3 hours-come-watch-go”. I Wish movies could make one more declaration like the rear view mirrors, “Events in real life are slower than they appear here, any resemblance to the pace of events is purely fictitious.”.This declaration might just strike a boy before attempting suicide when he failed ‘once' in a competitive test.

In the real stage ,for every life breathing this moment, the end is unknown and so should it be. Roads are as important as destinations. Destinations are impassive like the dead skin on the wound. They gain significance either when the wound heels or when it hurts as you rip off the dead skin. Making of successes, also failures has all the fun if you ask me. You can choose the brightest star in the sky only when you have many of them to choose from. A ‘real life’ will have a proportionate mixture of all lusters. Don’t hate yourself for a few dim stars. “ITS PERFECTLY OKAY”. IN real life,triumph does not happen in a snap, neither does failure. It’s always been gradual like the tortoise, but unlike that story, we don’t know if we are the same tortoise who won in the end, or are we some another mislaid tortoise which was slow and whose story never made its mark into the children story books. You could be any, perhaps may be the winning tortoise thought just the same!!
Through all this, I don’t intend you to stop dreaming. But a caged mind, with deadlines of achievement wanting to achieve what the world  wants him to, at a break neck pace is an illusion,and if possible then futile.simply- Carve out YOUR dream and work for it!

Sunday, June 5, 2011

THE BACKSTAGE OF ‘WAR’



Swords had clashed,
Lives into few breaths had dashed,
True the conquerors on their part,
Justified their winnings and had achieved their darts…
But who goes to the silent lanes,
Where BLOODY BODIES lie of those who died of excruciating pain
Even a valiant, a gallant does have emotions at core,
More than a safe country, he does not ask for more,
But is every soldier meant to be a martyr,
Is war a necessary death bed to be bear..

The RED sea had, and always will reflect man and his insane ethics,
To man, his anger is his biggest jinx,
We don’t witness the presence of god,
But still we pray.
Though blue skies have turned grey,
But every cloud has a a silver line,
I am wishing for that glimmer to shine,
Else, the conqueror’s throne and peace shall only exist..
WHEN LIVES CEASE TO EXIST. 

 (I wrote this one in standard 9)

IF I HAD ONLY KNOWN......


If I had only known that thoughts prior to the first meeting before wedding could be so awry ,I would have resolute to die single .Dressed in my velvet red robe, I looked out from window which creaked with the gush of air following the rare April showers. Rolling my eyes off from nature’s surprise, I looked at the grand wall of clock for the third time within a single round of the second hand, and terrible it might sound, I still had no idea to what time it was. I oscillated in unreasonable panic in front of the dressing mirror. I reached out to the window again, that was when my eyes landed at a cart forthcoming my aisle, silencing my thrill. Each knock of the horse feet to the ground, raised my heart beat. The cart hence paused. Stealthily, I saw his vague movement in the shadows and a voice sway along the beats of my favorite romantic rhyme, “I hope you find in me, the trust I found in you, the skies sure will be grey and blue, but I hope u find in me, the trust I found in you”. He stepped out, smiled to the mother queen as she welcomed him in. In seconds of this meager encounter, I had fallen in love with his shadow, his husky yet heartfelt voice. Within a snap, I smashed open the door to have his glimpse as he came in. I rushed through the flight of steps, but only to fall midway, tossed over like a coin’s head turned to tail. This thump of fall brought me back to reality, out from the dream I was in. I found myself at my hostel bed, with the cell phone alarm snoozing, I instantaneously silenced it, to fall back into the vapid dream, but alas…  If I had only known, that dreams could halt midway like this one, I would have indeed taken a sleeping pill. Leaving the movie at its climax is the worst the audience could do to itself. Perhaps, I had been a victim to this..!!

THE CYNIC AND THE EDGE


THE CYNIC AND THE EDGE
In the silence of falling snow,
In the silent beat of river flow,
I heard a cry,
A farther plea,
From the selfish ‘I’ to the hiding ‘WE’
“Don’t believe”, was all I heard,
Just then the mynah perched,
The conversation hence lost in the mounts,
The inquisitive I, thrown into doubts,
My team of trekkers paced slow,
Appreciating the rarity of the snow show…
We dug our sticks hard into the soft white crust..
I rushed , the kid in me, wished to be the FIRST ,
As I stepped forward, trekking towards the peak,
A globule of soft snow just skipped my feet..
I stood there suspended at the edge…
Supported by a mere wedge,
A glance below, and death seemed at bay,
And rescue seemed miles away,
For I knew, none shall help endangering their own being,
Even the mynah can’t fly lifting the baby bird on it’s wing,
As my sliding hand just gave away from the snowy wedge,
A fellow trekker tried pulling me on the edge,
But within seconds, now both of us hanged toppled around
As mere wind whooshes would have seemed our pitched cry sounds
But still a shrill of noise seemed a ‘knock for help’ to one more man ,
That’s when I realized unlike me, no one is a cynic in my clan !!
He managed to lift both of us off the steep terrain,
I heard the mynah again,
Still I heard a farther cry, a still farther plea,
But this time from the HELPLESS ‘I’ to the FEARLESS ‘WE’
“believe” was all I heard,
And again, the mynah perched…