LOVE TRAP

Wise men say only fools rush in

But as usual I refuse to listen

Falling in love happened so fast

Magic was witnessed and the spell was cast

Protected in the blanket of love I felt warm

Experiencing this eternal bliss and serene calm

But my dreams were analogous to the freedom dove

They never came back just as my unrequited love

I prayed I yelled I cursed and cried

Success turned blind to how hard I tried

This nightmare of love haunts me still

Vacuum once created can never be filled

Where is love’s charisma and fascination?

Glory is lost replaced with tribulation

No awards for my valorous heart

It endured pain but left badly scarred

Lord spare me from this love puzzle

Heart and mind are in a constant tussle

Please fly me away to a safer haven

Untouched by love, the holy Satan

quintessential simple

Wanted: a “simple”, fair, good looking, educated, girl for marriage. This is pretty much the gist of the matrimonial advertisements in paper, magazines and now even internet. If a girl/guy decides to go the “A” way (read: arranged) they have to scrutinize through these ads. (Technically and overtly enthusiastic parent/relative/family/friend/distant cousin does the needful).

However I want to challenge the authenticity of these ads. For instance define simple for me. According to the dictionary simple simply implies

A. easily understood,

B. plain and uncomplicated

C. Of single element.

Now by virtue of being human point c is automatically eliminated. My question is has anyone in the entire world met a “simple” woman? Or for that matter has understood the psyche of a woman totally? I am guessing the answer is no. What is simple then? Does “simple” imply a girl who doesn’t wear western outfit, or does it mean she doesn’t question authority and pretty much stays to herself in that case these are a quality of a pet. It’s a women prerogative to be complicated. Think for yourself questions like ‘have I gained weight’? ‘Do these shoes look good on me? What do you want to eat for dinner? And many more in the same league may appear to be simple but the answer can actually complicate your life. If you are looking for a women with a simple taste (read: someone who spends less} then I am sorry none exists in that category either show me a woman who says no to shopping. Shopping is in the genetic imprint of a women. Since the inception of mankind a man has earned and a women has spent you cant really be looking for someone who hasn’t complied to the basic rules of mankind?

On a very serious note, women experience plethora of emotions in their entire life. They are emotionally high strung. They endure pain to produce babies. They sacrifice knowingly/unknowingly for their loved ones and with the whole new breed of independent working women coming in things are about to get even more complicated. In times like these it just difficult being sane let alone being simple at that. It is justified for a woman to not be so simple.

So my dear grooms to be re evaluate your expectation. Look at it from a women’s point of view can ‘simple’ really exists? And if it does and you happen to marry her doesn’t your new life start on a lie?

Give it a serious thought while I try being the quintessential ‘simple’ girl.

BABA.

25th October, 2008


“My grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf so it stood 90 years on the floor”
Whenever I think of my grandfather I think of this song but the grandfather in this song was alive for 90 years and my baba passed on a decade and half back. I was just in class 5 when the news of his death was broken to me. It was afternoon of august 5 we had just returned from school and had to immediately catch a train for lucknow. I was never too close to baba (fact that I truly regret now) but I remember somewhere between Kanpur and Lucknow the realization of never seeing him hit me and I cried. As a child this was my first hand experience of someone’s death. It was awful. Hard to explain in words but it felt as if someone had just cut the air supply to your lungs and suddenly feeling of asphyxiation was very strong.

My oldest memory of baba was the chocolate box that he had. Every child who behaved well was rewarded with few chocolate gems once in a while; those tiny pellets of gems were not less than rubies and diamonds for us children. He was a very well read man and although his interests lied in writing plays and conducting cricket commentaries but his knack for giving nick names and at a lyrical twist to them were legendry.

So many years have gone by and suddenly why am I thinking of baba all over again? Few months back I was cleaning through his books and realized that I not only lost my grandfather on the august of ’95 but also lost the very valuable link to my dad’s childhood, stories of experience that comes from living a long life, his qualities that we as his grandchildren may or may not have inherited from him and off course I lost out on knowing a man that I found so intriguing even then.
If only I could turn back time and retrieve one thing from my past I would get him back. But enslaved by the time lords it is inevitable to do anything against their wished. How I wish I could get him back. Grandparents are such a valuable asset but most of the kids realize this only on loosing them. Sadly there are no second chances here.

SINCE WHEN DID I BECOME SO NUMB?

People killing children hurt
Profusely bleeding badly cut
I accept this life as it comes
Since when did I become so numb?


Vicious circle repeats again
Innocent people burnt in flames
Grotesque site I watch it mum
Since when did I become so numb?


Wrath sloth misery everywhere
No one now seems to care
It seems to me that we have succumbed
Since when did I become so numb?


Held is shackles for so long
Fighting for freedom feels so wrong
Belong to specie of mute and dumb
Since when did I become so numb?