Cold Blood

Everything seemed calm as always

The blood nurturing her was warm

Warm enough to give her a sound sleep

She slept slowly, on the rhythm of the heartbeats

The heartbeats of the God, The lady, Her Mother

In every blow of air reaching her,

She could feel the essence of her Mother’s Happiness

She felt safe inside and trusted that outside will be even safer,

But still she wanted to stay there, inside her mother

The warmth of blood that was nourishing her, was heavenly

She was afraid whether she would get this out there or not

Not someone else but her mother was knowing

That her little princess was everyday growing

Soon she would be out in this world

How would she look, how would she smile

This feeling of nurturing a body inside body was fragile

May be these were the feelings which were flowing in the blood

Warming it to be cozy enough for the little daughter

She loved the warmth and calmness to the core

But one day suddenly, the blood turned freezing cold

The shivering that trapped her body, she could hardly hold

Had something happened to her mother?

Ambushed in the anxious thought she turned inside the womb

The coldness of blood was thickening her

Sighs of pain reaching to her though the blows of her mother’s breaths

Were clear enough to tell that her mother was not fine

She wanted to grow up, stand for her mother & fight to save her

Naïve of her strength she moved hastily inside the womb

The frostiness of the cold blood seemed scrawny in front of her courage

She was sure she would save her mother from this problem

But something abruptly stopped her.. piercing her thin soft membrane

She couldn’t feel the pain, neither had she cried

The thing was warm, but this warmth was alien

Now the cold blood was flowing down the floor & so was she

The cold blood that was her quilt was flown mercilessly

Before she could know that it was not her mother but her, who was in trouble

She died.

Before she could cry for the pain that her poor skin tolerated during her assassination

She died.

Before she could find out who murdered her hardheartedly for what reason

She died.

National Girl Child Day. So what have you decided about the life of your Girl child? Will you be able to let her live in the warmth of love or will it be a cold blood thing written in her fate? 

Decayed DTC

A driver bumps the DTC bus into the wall, crashing five people; a sixteen year old boy loses his life and others get the injury which they are going to remember for a long period of time. The matter of DTC accidents in the capital has become so common that newspapers and TV news channels are bored of it and pick it up if only they don’t have any other spicy stuff to cook upon.

Police claims that driver lost control over bus and he has been arrested for the offense of negligent driving and killing someone; quite the reverse the driver claims that the bus he was driving was an old (KHATARA I would say) bus and the breaks of that vehicle got out of control.

Who is responsible for this entire blunder? Is it the poor bus, which has been working as a slave since decades without any hope of getting retirement or the driver who has been driving it to earn his livelihood? Now what would possibly happen? May be few reporters and bloggers like me will write about this issue and then a new happening of this sort will divert our attention to the fresh bungle. The authorities will, (as usual) try to get their ass out of it and may be the poor driver will get paid years of stay in jail as the appraisal of his years of service to the people of this metropolitan.

The system is shameless, people are speechless and the future of this country is futureless….Just because the blockheads handling this entire system cannot perform their duties, people die and the middle class men serving this system like that driver get trapped into uninvited offensive situations. The entire system of the country is more like an OLD DTC BUS ..KHATARA (decayed).. which has no breaks, no speed, no structure. Nothing. I agree with the thoughts of my Bro who emphasises that there is an urgent need to crash down this deseased system in order to build a new one so that the disaster could be controlled that takes place every day.   

The silly mixture of old and few new try-outs is even more dangerous Because no matter how much sugar you add to the poison, it will still be a poison, bitter & destroyer.  The clear example of the same is the muddle of old DTC buses and new low floor ones, even after the investment of crores , no one has the courage to clean sweep the field of old models of DTC buses;  what are the administration people waiting for? The poor buses to go on strike for demanding a retirement!

This is nothing but ignorance…If the situation stays like this, may be one day machines too would need a special court to hear their matters…the roots of problem are so strengthened, so there is an urgent need to Dig it Deeper .

Pain’s Bride

She was looking at the world outside

Silent…Still…Vanished…

Trapped behind the invisible bars, she sighed

She could feel the thunder twisting her muscles

Seems, previous night she had again been pain’s bride

The tenderness in her eyes reflects the sucking of her soul

Something is killing her slowly that her faded smiles can’t hide

The murder of her inner-self is too mysterious to understand

Or may be it is as easy as an open book, but no one ever tried

Her drained eyes are exhausted of looking at the outer world

But still are fixed there, may be she has nothing to look at, inside

The fiery situation: well, they call it hunger!

Okay, before I begin to jot down my thoughts for the contest, “KFC chicken grill- sets you on fire!” let me confess that I have been thinking for more than 10 days that how to write such a stuff, which can help me in winning the croma store voucher worth INR 30,000, the prize for winner promised by Indiblogger and yeah those KFC food vouchers too. 

Tried hard to structure a fiery situation that can get me the pleasure of being a winner, wanted to add the entire hot topics which allure modern readers, gave my best to look for the hi-fi quotes, non-veg jokes & stuff but at the end couldn’t get my hands on it, the blogger inside me kept banging at the window of my mind that I had closed years ago, the window that invited the thoughts having the essence of kindness in them. My desire of buying a DSLR (Digital Single Lens Reflex) camera by winning the croma voucher and the urge of hitting at the ignored truth crashed inside me and created a inner-war-like situation that made its hard to pick a perfect topic, but ultimately here I am, to express my views on the assigned topic, “describe the fiery situation-real or imaginary”.

So respected Judges and valued readers,I am here with the description of the same which is real, not imaginary as for the first time, my imaginations bowed down in front of this reality- the burning issue, not because they were weak, rather they supported the fact that this issue is something worth bowing down for.

Fire is passion, fire is God, fire is pure and above all the finest element of this universe, without which the construction and destruction of this globe cannot be imagined, but far from these sacred definitions, there rests one more meaning of the term fire, “fire in stomach”, yea! The fire of hunger! The fire that burns the appetite of poor; every day, every night, mercilessly! 

There are millions of people who face the fiery situation in their appetites every day. Even after burning down their entire body in the scorching heat, they manage to feed their hunger of one time. The government frequently launches the plans to deal with this blistering fiery situation, but unfortunately most of the plans lay in papers only. And the high class people hate poor as if they are not humans; the middle class people don’t have enough time to stop and give it a minute to think and help them, a few show the gesture of ‘kindness’ and throw some coins on them, but the fire is so stubborn, it keeps examining the potential of the intestine by melting its power to fight with starvation.

But is that true? Do we really not have time? Are the excuses that we offer, acceptable? Can showing up mercy for a moment and then heading ahead on your path heal the situation? 

No! It cannot. We need to take the steps which can cure this disease, lying in the appetite of every poor. If an empty mind is the home for the evil then an empty stomach is the home for death. Can’t we just open our eyes wide and see, the people dying with hunger and rotten food grains resting on the path in the rain, waiting for the blockheads shouting in the parliament to decide that who shall eat them? 

The day you dine out with your friends and family, spare a note of INR 1000 to inflate your fake glory, then have you ever given a thought that the food which you leave half eaten, is the hope for a shrunk abdomen, who has been waiting for you to throw it so that h/she can dig the dustbin with the street dogs to find it and feed the fiery situation.

Ever pained your brain-nerves to think of skipping a party one day and contributing money to provide food to the ones who really need it, instead of inhaling the smoke of cigarettes at your favorite sutta corner or eating up at the shop which you must be visiting 100th time? If you haven’t, well, then give it a try, may be it helps you to set yourself free from invisible fire that keeps burning your head all time in the form of tensions & worries. 

I am not asking to do this all for the barefaced beggars, who tap at your car window at the traffic lights or snatch the corner of your shirt and make poor faces to show you that they have been wandering without food throughout the day but actually when you donate them something, they go and smoke it away in a cigarette.  All you need to do is look for the person who really has been suffering through the ailment called hunger, I know, that being the modern generation, you are smart enough, when you can judge by watching the promo that how the film is gonna look like, then it is pretty simple to find out the tummies bearing the real fiery situation.

Help the poor in fighting with the daily fiery situation inside their appetite. Contribute! It really feels good.

For you the picture below may the reason of twisting your tongue for praising it with the best possible adjectives such as delicious, scrumptious, mouth-watering, yummy and blah blah blah, but for a poor, it is the most beautiful dream ever. 

If this blogpost has knocked at the door of your heart, then my purpose of participating in this contest is accomplished, now I hardly care for the rewards and prices, Dear DSLR, seems that you need to wait for a little more until I get my hands on the salary package which allows me to get my hands on you. 

PS: those who win these KFC vouchers try and donate a few of them to the ones, who need it more than you, to feed their hunger, not the desires of their tongues. 

Thanks

This post has been written for KFC Grill Chicken, the  Indiblogger contest, launched by KFC in association with Croma Retail Store. For more info, click here.. :)

Chase: Happiness & I

Happiness! The mischievous butterfly

So Soft, colorful and vibrant

Trying hard to engage every single eye

Everyone so eager to chase you

All I can give you is, a dim glimpse & deep sigh

I have tired enough to attempt a chase

I stand still as I have given it enough of try

Your colors still get embossed in my eye-crystals

But I understand I couldn’t reach that high

Your li’l presence at times, reminds me of the days

When I would sit alone, waiting for you and I would cry

I have been a compulsive follower of yours

It is one of the truths that I can not deny 

Though you never even cared to stop and notice

I never had wings like you, so that I could fly

Sometimes I wish you could’ve stopped-by for a moment

It just took too long to know that without you I won’t die

As I have understood that you aren’t meant to last forever

I wish you a great soar, as you have with you, the entire sky 

This one is for you…Bro

Finally my bro has a blogger account- Dig it Deeper. That makes the first week of New Year really special for me as I frantically wanted his presence on this platform because I knew that the world on the web needed his presence and the way he nurtures thoughts inside his brain, he deserved to be tagged as a blogger. He is intellectual, strong enough to dig out the root of any confusion and sincere enough to put it is simple words. 

Few people who glanced at his writings, complemented me that he writes like me, here I had to correct them, ‘no I write like him’. Its genetic, the thought system that I possess is in his account prior than me. He acquired it first from mum and dad. My writings are just a reflection of his. 

I desired greatly to read his blog and get the imprints of his write-ups on blog, after a long wait, finally he is here. He is greatly inspired by the inner force that drives him, that drives his notions and as I usually believe inspiration is always bigger than the creation. 

Bro I wish you an enlightening journey with the leading light of your inspiration, May you light up your life by illuminating the paths of others with the shiny realms of your ideas.

Cheers, Bro, the intensity of your ideas justifies the title Dig it Deeper.

Lots of Love

So, celebrating big time?

So, the New Year fever is high on every head...even mine too, but the only difference is I am busy in hitting the keys of my laptop and people are busy in banging the floor with their feet and express their enthusiasm to welcome 2012, whom they will be waving goodbyes after a year in the same way but then the attention would be more on the welcome of next year...

Okay why all this? The wishes, the happiness, the resolution formations and all that excitement? Practically what has changed? Only the last digit of your date format? One numeric digit change has made the whole world go crazy.. huh..!! 

Have your work in office changed? Has your principle announced the inaugural of pool-party-lectures instead of routine boring class schedule? Your partner isn’t paining your nerves anymore? Or have the rotten yet not-forgotten moments of past sent you an apology letter to confess their chasing attitude? What is the remarkable difference that this New Year has made in your life, which is worth celebrating?

Now some people may argue that it is a good chance for them to restart their lives and start working on it all over again. Fair enough! You consider 2012 as a life renewal system, but does that help? Are you sure?  If you bet then i have an argument, you did the same last year, and did that work? May be yes for a minor part of population but what about you, ask yourself!!

Now the people who believe that enjoyment is the key to happiness and no one should attempt the foolishness to miss any chance of celebrating and rejoicing occasion may disagree with the points I am trying to make here. But fellas, I am not at all against celebrations. The point is why rejoicing the arrival and departure only, why not every day? 

Why can’t we hold this zeal of celebration in our every new day? The New Year which comes once in a year deserves a grand celebration then why not every new day that knocks your door ever day? Have you ever given a thought to celebrate your every day and rejoice every moment passing by? May be you cannot afford to shake your butt daily on new dance numbers and your pocket may not allow you dine in those “yo-yo” type of restaurants but still you can have a calm and composed attitude to respect every single second that life has gifted you with.

Happiness is something divine which does not need a list of excuses to happen, it is within you. Just look inside your soul and hold it. Start being happy every single second and i wish may this thought be your New Year resolution for this time's celebration.

Happy New Year 2012.

Adieu 2011, you have been a nice companion so far.