Why do we end up so common? - "Leave it"

You don't bank upon

the things that change,

Failed I am to explain you

and somehow manage,

Perhaps....!

You don't commit it!

Look even we end up so similar,

just like every time,

"Leave it!"

"Just leave it!"

Why are we so jerk?

Why don't love work?

Are we afraid of time

that we hav'nt seen?

You know and so

understand what do I mean.

I stand by what I say.

Believe it!

It's our time,

Live it!

because I don't wanna end up so similar,

just like every time,

"Leave it!"

"Just leave it!"

Few things to know about WE Middle-Class people!

It does not make much of a difference if you are coming from middle-class or rich family as finally what are you are going to become is ashes. I blogging this because there are lot of people around me (including me) who are middle-class. They gave me reason to think on them, gave me subject to comment on them.

1. Life starts with DREAMS. (unlimited dreams, dreams to go in the best reputed school, leave the village and study like a psycho, dreams to marry the most richest but in-cast girl, dreams to have a separate bungalow though away from RICHER families, dreams to see follow their son the same path they sucked in, dreams to pass rest of the life with God unknown and die at a place where they cane on this planet with these bulky dreams.... etc.)

2. Utterly emotional. (For us hearting people is crime. This remains so even at the cost of self loss. How many times we forgive people even when we have spent the whole life for them and they give us just hate and miseries. We be good to them only because they are relatives, friends or peers. The Bhagvad Geeta seems really true for us because most of the middle-class people are ruined by their relatives and their own. Remember What Krishna said to Arjun?)

3. Fake fear. (Fear of doctors, fear of government, fear of taxes, fear of society, fear of own cast people, I put weight on this, fear of own cast people. Fear of earning and expanding more, fear of loosing some close, fear speaking openly with our own. Please Read the last fear again.)

4. Two opposite gender can not have relations except marriage and brotherhood. (What will society otherwise think? A society of cripples. Crippled by thoughts)

5. Marriage is always a HOLY problem. (We just love marriages. Early marriages. Grand marriages, Arrange marriages, marriages within cast, outside the cast - oh! don't think about it? Don't you know how do they eat? Marriage are spiritual for us. Contemporary always! Full of traditional arrangements.

6. You will be overwhelmingly and unduly praised if you are WELL-LITERATED!

7. We strongly believe we are GOOD CIVILISED people! (Even if we don't vote)

please take this as positive as possible. If can not then as a fun!

What happens in Vegas?

No matter how,

no matter who?

We fought fair,

we love?

Yes, we do!

Don't you feel?

Don't you wanna see?

It's you and me,

that's the whole game,

that's the only game!

I was horrible,

just wasted.

You bet on me,

like you never did.

I realised,

and beg you plea.

Don't you feel?

Don't you wanna see?

It's you and me,

that's the whole game,

that's the only game!

Why didn't you tell me that?

you loved me in fact?

you left all dough,

and me unplugged?

Why don't you gimme a hug?

and we go a round?

Don't you feel?

Don't you wanna see?

It's you and me,

that's the whole game,

that's the only game!

Why India is so emotional?

A motherland which cry against the idiot box. A mass who takes a game seriously than border movements. A religious hub where even humans are god and yet all saints and MAHATMAs are being killed here. Movies are not just a piece of roll film in fact results into public walk out.

I am from one of them. Proud to be of course! 24 beautiful years it has been. If you ask me “Who is the father of Akbar?” I may not know but yes I know a lot about people of India. More about middle class people. Sorry again to all my school teachers! What I am looking for is why India is so emotional? It should be or not I leave it right now but why? Why don’t we become ruthless and leave a bomb in our neighbouring country instead of just emotional discussions? Why don’t we stop loving and praising our poverty and think to be rich? Why do we appreciate hip hop and pop where we have our AALAPS all so deep and wonderful? Why don’t we give up praising players who don’t perform and found lunatic in pubs? Why don’t we have a PM of less than 40 years?

Perhaps being emotional got no reasons. If it has any reasons behind it will not remain emotional than. It would be practical, logical or rational otherwise. Something I hate is someone calls me practical. Those who say they are practical are perhaps failed in relations, making love or getting love. Thankfully, I am not one of them. I have people to love, I have people who love me. Without reasons, without logics.

If again I come to why we are so emotional? - may be the ladies in my home and my life can better comment on this. Women are always more emotional than men especially if they are Indian particularly if they are married and undoubtedly if they have children. No less emotional answer I am going to get from them.

I am leaving this question open. In fact, trying a lot to reach to that conclusion. Perhaps an 8 hour sleep leaves an answer to my subconscious mind or let someone someday some moment convince me.

Born Innocent, die innocent!

The more I sail with secret leaves,

rethink on the lessons I learnt,

let me just tell you all,

I born innocent, I gonna die innocent!

I don't understand

just because someone said.

I live it, feel it,

loose it

and learn from the price I paid.

let me just tell you all,

I born with questions

and gonna die as a thinker!

I have been interacting with the people

day in day out,

the more I meet them,

the more I talk inside!

Let me just tell you all,

I born laughing, I gonna die laughing!

Is there any good and true teacher left?

Reading OSHO pumps up your life to another level. Level of energy, level of enthusiasm, level of self-joy! He's a magician for sure. I realised that he is not talking about powers that lives in temples, powers that fulfills your dreams if you daily ring the bell at his divine place or if you knee down and pray to him. How easy does he make a road to god? And still he keeps saying there is no road at all because you and god are not different. He lives in you.

We are actually victim of being false human being. Few paranoids, don't know why, are became teachers of ours. Perhaps we have allowed them to be there. You can find him in schools, in temples, in churches, in mosques, on the country seat, behind the cameras and in the AC cabins. Beware of them. They are sick of their own wrong beliefs and ideas and they make you like them very easily. Sadness and sufferings are their main resources. They use it to gain control over you.

They spread sadness and sufferings because they are sad and suffering. How can they spread happiness? How can we let our life to be ruled by them? I am comparing a joke which I listened years back with thoughts of OSHO. A saint who can not live without cigars, how come he make you relieve from BIRRIES? Simply impossible. Isn't it?

People are lucky if they have true and good teachers in life?

Yes, I forget!

Not mad,

No not the way science says.

Yes, I forget to pronounce few words,

thinking of you, just towards.

Forget the keys in the lock,

Forget to see in the clock,

and time run away.

Else noooo.....! I am not slow.

There's a world of my own,

time some well known.

There's you and me,

the breeze in the dawn.

I have been dreaming a lot,

in my subconscious slot.

I cannt forget you,

you dominate almost!

I don't want your votes,

on my intensive thoughts.

Let the time forget me you,

and a new one to reap!

Reality Shows - What's real?

This is perhaps an era for all reality shows. Shows on music, dance, love, betrayal, army, games and others. People come and come with crowd emotions. They leave everything to get the crown and so there are shows running 5th series. Is it all decided in advance? a fake? Might be. Earlier, who had given such chances to cities and states never came out to such a vast people?

Everything we see going in these shows may not be real and nothing but publicity stunts but when I go to sleep thinking what if I get a chance to participate in shows like these? Will I be thinking the same than? Perhaps not. If I loose and cry amongst 1 million people would it be a publicity stunt in the next news serial? Of course not. I will certainly infringe all such channels. If I win and jump like any other kangaroo, would it be just politics or an act to increase the TRP? I bet it won't be. We need to be little more positive and put some faith in these shows.

Who cares even if some shows are completely copies of overseas shows till the time it gives a big platform to young and new talent?

Indians are emotional basically. You can sell everything here if you bring a tear in eyes or laugh to Indians. My point is these shows can be fake but not the emotions, hard work and passions of these participants. They also know they wont have bigger chance coming again than this. This media would also not be criticizing these shows if some day they go and dig what it actually you need to pay off to reach to such top shows.

SELF is strange specie!

A delighted spark within,
someone shouts loud, so loud
that it has uncovers all black cloud.
I have stopped searching for god,
yes no more!
Where do you see him?
Where can you find him?
Cowards call him,
Thinkers relieved it.
Self is not you,
You are being created,
moulded and tapped.
Self is extreme,
an unrelieved, undefined specie,
no act but true genes.
You don't wait for life to accept you,
Go and hug it!
The day you do it,
no more you dig it!

The revalution is due.

Like a wave I am,
something that rise rapidly,
Like a bird I am,
someone that fly quickly,
but they break me with their rigidity,
sick of proving my maturity,
They question every time my audacity.
Cowards absolute cowards I know.
They are no different,
just humans and
still worrying on my capacity.
I don't care about life
I am here to live agile.
Not worried just concerned,
let them realise I am new,
not gonna leave soon
because of the obstacles few.
Waiting and screaming loud
Watch out
The revolution is due.

Memory balls - I just love it!

When I stare on my empty walls,

Pops up memory balls,

Few known, few unknown faces,

Few laugh, few tough cries,

I wish they all go away,

Finally life plea a new way,

I sigh, I blink,

N again I found fell in that bay!

There's fun, there's enlightenment,

time that together spent,

Risky I know still

I touch those like water balls,

Strange to my senses,

They blast and become the tenses,

New born in a second,

Go, gone and I jump in that dig pond!

It's been a beautiful treat,

love discovering it!

What a fire cracker mind is!

You come like a festival and

What a fire cracker mind is!

One smile, one glare of yours,

Millions of stars it explores!

Beautiful is your dazzling spark,

and rest is dark, complete dark.

So rapid and smelly

gun powder that comes out,

Your memories are alike,

how tactfully they blow out!

Spontaneous is my smile

few happy tears

and rest is pain, unbearable pain.

A few seconds of happiness

a fire cracker is!

How much though we enchant it!

Anything connected with you

crack the mind undue.

See am I not a child?

that clap on each such mood?

What's next?

Life’s always “now we understand it”
And not “we evolved it”,
Not an early invention but always a late discovery.
Teachers taught me in school for years;
Shouted loud in my ears,
“n+1” is excellence,
“n” is stupidity,
“n+1” is We today,
“n” is a history,
“n+1” we are going through,
“n” that we left behind,
Don’t trust it,
A seer duffer’s story.
It has been sung in all holy pages,
Not as such a big glory.
“What’s next?” that’s what survives,
To breath and bare feed.
I gotta know from my own deeds,
There’s no end to human greed!