The longest phone call,
We talk about books,music,hedonism,philosophy and all that jazz.
Suddenly you wouldn't corroborate with what i just said,
And I'd convince myself thinking that you are such a pain in the ass.
Yet for hours we talk and talk.
The long messenger chats,coffee mug in hand,
We discuss "The zahir" and The Aerosmith band.
The morning walk,
About Darwin and Lamarck i talk,
You listen to it all, like the best proselyte.
And then like a preceptor, explain the demand and supply,
While i pretend to listen, in that wondrous auto ride.
The daily fights ,frustrations,hatred,
And then just a hug is enough to set things straight.
You nudge me to shed some weight every single day,
Yet you treat me with gelato(3 in one go) and that oreo shake,
That luscious chicken at kakke da dhaba,
That lassi and so much butter on aloo paratha.
And we do all crazy things,putting up black nail paint in CCD,
And then washing our dirtied legs in KFC.
The biking lessons,
You become grumpy when i don't hit it right
I feign ,i'm putting in all my might.
And it's not that i can't do it right,
It's just that i love that T'd off sight.
The breeze on my face during that cycle ride,
And feels as if we took another flight.
You pay a 100 bucks to the rickshawala ,
And then ask me to haggle for 10 with the autowala..
The India Gate and that kala khatta,
And the black tongues,like kids,we flaunt,
Then Sarojini's pani puri and that palika rooftop.
You sing me that lovely coldplay song,
For,last night on the phone, we fought.
Then The night at blues ,
We both are so blotto and loose,
And Miss X's platinum card we use.
I shop lift that scrumptious cuppy cake,
And cook maggi ,you always denigrate,
Yet you always relished ,
For that's the only dish i can make.
The christmas eve ,with coffee,maggi and cake
On the rooftop ,we celebrate.
The scrabble ,the word challenge and backgammon,
And then about nothing at all, everyday,i ramble on...
You castigate me for chewing a gum in the metro,
While we run for that Dark Knight show.
You sulk "Why can't i do *that* like *this*?".
And then subtly smile over the fatuous things i do,
But No,you got no clue,
That nettling you is such a bliss.
The perfect black dress ,for me, you shop,
The card and the essential Calvin and Hobbes..
(Alarm ringing)
It's a wake up call,
Clanking my head,
It's no more a free fall,
And as reality comes my way,
I realize you are so many Worlds away.
And I live with this(My) dream everyday.
On weekends, i still go to Oxford Book Store,
Then sometimes even Route '04,
There i sit in a corner, near that door
And watch us both from a distance.
Yes... "You and Me,on OUR table,singing,shouting out loud,
Banging heads,and mocking at the boring couples around.
And then i climb the table singing out loud,
"So kiss me and smile for me ,
Tell me that you'll wait for me,
Hold me like you'll never let me go,
Coz I'm Leaving on a jet plane"
And then the whole world joins in,
As if i were a celebrity."
I still wear your green T-shirt,
And go to subway to have chicken ham,
Dressed with mint mayo and mustard.
I go back home,
Hit the sac everyday,
Just to drift back in time,
And dream again...
The alarm rings everyday,
My wake up call,
Clanking my head,
It's no more a free fall.
Waking up,i open the window,
And feel the breeze in my face
Coming from some far off land,
Whispering in my ears,
"I am there for u,with u ,Forever"
And I just don't live with the dream,
I LIVE THE DREAM every single day.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Eviction of Slums....What a Shame!!!
"I cry like a hapless creature ,that even my tears have dried but there's not even a single sole who'd care to listen to my whimper for even once .
I carry bricks over my head everyday to and fro ,to help this city give birth to the surreal buildings and flyovers, so that i can feed my kids with two meals a day.
My Husband pulls rickshaw day and night so that our child can go to school.
I fail to understand ,how could our little home (Jhuggi in your terms), and our child playing around with running nose make this city look ugly on the map of the world???
Our little world was run over by a bulldozer yesterday ,and THEY promise to relocate us to some newer place in the outskirts..
It feels like being *Castrated* and rendered impotent after we have delivered your child.."
Thousands of cries like these either go unheard or are overlooked while the government inhumanely have the bulldozers run over the squatter settlements in the name of beautification for some 12 day event happening in Delhi,"The Common Wealth Games" ,for the sake of National Pride ,THEY say...
The irony is that most of the families being ushered away in the follow up to the CWG are the ones which moved up to Delhi in 1980s to build up the Games Village and various Stadiums for the Asiad games..
The government promises them land in the outskirts..
BUT... who'll promise them the JOBS,they lost, the SCHOOLS for their kids, for the distances are too much for them to afford...and who'll buy them the AMENITIES(like TV, Coolers..etc).. for which they drudged night and day to accumulate..
YES.... The impact on Delhi’s poor and workers is incalculable:
In the name of CWG, some 4 lakh people have been evicted from slums in Delhi,in the past 6 years. The homeless have been thrown out of Delhi as beggars and street vendors are being evicted from the streets and weekly bazaars scrapped in the name of presenting a posh appearance to international guests...
The Delhi Government and Central Government claimed that CWG would turn Delhi into a world class city and boost India’s prestige. But they do not disclose the reality that the official expenditure for CWG has gone up from the initial one of Rs 700 crore to Rs 28, 000 crore. To meet this vast expenditure, money was sordidly siphoned away from social welfare schemes including schemes for Dalits and deprived sections...
It's ignominious that in a land which gloats so much of Democracy ,
The Right To Life is being violated brazenly....
I carry bricks over my head everyday to and fro ,to help this city give birth to the surreal buildings and flyovers, so that i can feed my kids with two meals a day.
My Husband pulls rickshaw day and night so that our child can go to school.
I fail to understand ,how could our little home (Jhuggi in your terms), and our child playing around with running nose make this city look ugly on the map of the world???
Our little world was run over by a bulldozer yesterday ,and THEY promise to relocate us to some newer place in the outskirts..
It feels like being *Castrated* and rendered impotent after we have delivered your child.."
Thousands of cries like these either go unheard or are overlooked while the government inhumanely have the bulldozers run over the squatter settlements in the name of beautification for some 12 day event happening in Delhi,"The Common Wealth Games" ,for the sake of National Pride ,THEY say...
The irony is that most of the families being ushered away in the follow up to the CWG are the ones which moved up to Delhi in 1980s to build up the Games Village and various Stadiums for the Asiad games..
The government promises them land in the outskirts..
BUT... who'll promise them the JOBS,they lost, the SCHOOLS for their kids, for the distances are too much for them to afford...and who'll buy them the AMENITIES(like TV, Coolers..etc).. for which they drudged night and day to accumulate..
YES.... The impact on Delhi’s poor and workers is incalculable:
In the name of CWG, some 4 lakh people have been evicted from slums in Delhi,in the past 6 years. The homeless have been thrown out of Delhi as beggars and street vendors are being evicted from the streets and weekly bazaars scrapped in the name of presenting a posh appearance to international guests...
The Delhi Government and Central Government claimed that CWG would turn Delhi into a world class city and boost India’s prestige. But they do not disclose the reality that the official expenditure for CWG has gone up from the initial one of Rs 700 crore to Rs 28, 000 crore. To meet this vast expenditure, money was sordidly siphoned away from social welfare schemes including schemes for Dalits and deprived sections...
It's ignominious that in a land which gloats so much of Democracy ,
The Right To Life is being violated brazenly....
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Assisted Suicide/Voluntary Euthanasia...
Sue Rodriguez's death in 1994, assisted by an anonymous physician,Svend Robinson rung the alarm of Euthanasia ...and it has been a topic of debate ever since...
In all the debates that have ever happened as of now,there have been only two categories who argue against IT...
Type I-The THEISTS, for they consider Euthanasia as a sacrilege on the grounds of the tenets and the dogmas that they have been preached..
They'd argue that if it's not in our hands to grant a life to somebody ,it would be Blasphemous to take somebody's life...and that The Death and The Life, both lie in the hands of almighty...
I'd blatantly want to ask these Theists..
Don't these preachings tell us to find a way to put an end to our sufferings,to let lose, to release.??..The one that we call Moksha...
And what if we have already suffered enough,and what if we already know a way to culminate our sufferings???
Why do we always have to succumb to the fatalism?
In today's world of science (where Craig Venter created artificial Life from a scratch),why can't the church and science go hand in hand?
Type II - The ETHICISTS ,they are the "common man" whose conscience have been parasitized by *The Society*, they follow all the rules, stick to all doctrines and laws religiously, they would argue against euthanasia/assisted suicide on the grounds of ethics, moral values, laws that have already been laid down by the society...
I absolutely agree legalizing Euthanasia would demand a lot...validating the case by getting into the legalities the deepest we can...
BUT Isn't it as important a case as a rape case,a murder case or a divorce case would be.?
I consider this even graver,that somebody's is fighting with the world ,to choose dying,imploring to help him die, to release him of the excruciating pain that he's going through every single second even without committing any crime...
What do you consider a more humane thing to do, to a man who suffers from a terminal illness?
Help the man put an end to his sufferings,if he's really imploring you to ,OR, watch him die little by little every single day?
I'd say it would be more than an ordeal happening to that being,while you act like his garroter...what could be more sacrilegeous than this?
Rodriguez was diagnosed with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), and she fought to have a legal right to assisted suicide.Under the Criminal Code of Canada,assisted suicide was punishable by a maximum sentence of 14 years in prison.She twice took her cause to the Supreme Court of Canada,but ultimately lost both battles.It was then in 1994 ,she decided to take her own life with the help of Svend Robinson.
Even Socrates chose to drink the goblet of hemlock for he couldn't have lived with the *pain* of *NOT* practicing his philosophic vocation...so he chose Dying with Dignity..
Many proponents advocate the term "voluntary Euthanasia" instead of "assisted suicide" ,for suicide is considered a "sinful act " by the church...
Recent studies also show that the available evidence suggests that the legalisation of physician-assisted suicide might actually decrease the prevalence of involuntary euthanasia.
I'm glad that Assisted-suicide has been legalized in several jurisdictions, including Belgium, Luxembourg, the Netherlands, Switzerland and three American states (Oregon, Washington and Montana).
A person suffering from some terminal sickness should be given the right to choose DYING WITHOUT PAIN before death otherwise swallows him...
In all the debates that have ever happened as of now,there have been only two categories who argue against IT...
Type I-The THEISTS, for they consider Euthanasia as a sacrilege on the grounds of the tenets and the dogmas that they have been preached..
They'd argue that if it's not in our hands to grant a life to somebody ,it would be Blasphemous to take somebody's life...and that The Death and The Life, both lie in the hands of almighty...
I'd blatantly want to ask these Theists..
Don't these preachings tell us to find a way to put an end to our sufferings,to let lose, to release.??..The one that we call Moksha...
And what if we have already suffered enough,and what if we already know a way to culminate our sufferings???
Why do we always have to succumb to the fatalism?
In today's world of science (where Craig Venter created artificial Life from a scratch),why can't the church and science go hand in hand?
Type II - The ETHICISTS ,they are the "common man" whose conscience have been parasitized by *The Society*, they follow all the rules, stick to all doctrines and laws religiously, they would argue against euthanasia/assisted suicide on the grounds of ethics, moral values, laws that have already been laid down by the society...
I absolutely agree legalizing Euthanasia would demand a lot...validating the case by getting into the legalities the deepest we can...
BUT Isn't it as important a case as a rape case,a murder case or a divorce case would be.?
I consider this even graver,that somebody's is fighting with the world ,to choose dying,imploring to help him die, to release him of the excruciating pain that he's going through every single second even without committing any crime...
What do you consider a more humane thing to do, to a man who suffers from a terminal illness?
Help the man put an end to his sufferings,if he's really imploring you to ,OR, watch him die little by little every single day?
I'd say it would be more than an ordeal happening to that being,while you act like his garroter...what could be more sacrilegeous than this?
Rodriguez was diagnosed with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), and she fought to have a legal right to assisted suicide.Under the Criminal Code of Canada,assisted suicide was punishable by a maximum sentence of 14 years in prison.She twice took her cause to the Supreme Court of Canada,but ultimately lost both battles.It was then in 1994 ,she decided to take her own life with the help of Svend Robinson.
Even Socrates chose to drink the goblet of hemlock for he couldn't have lived with the *pain* of *NOT* practicing his philosophic vocation...so he chose Dying with Dignity..
Many proponents advocate the term "voluntary Euthanasia" instead of "assisted suicide" ,for suicide is considered a "sinful act " by the church...
Recent studies also show that the available evidence suggests that the legalisation of physician-assisted suicide might actually decrease the prevalence of involuntary euthanasia.
I'm glad that Assisted-suicide has been legalized in several jurisdictions, including Belgium, Luxembourg, the Netherlands, Switzerland and three American states (Oregon, Washington and Montana).
A person suffering from some terminal sickness should be given the right to choose DYING WITHOUT PAIN before death otherwise swallows him...
Sunday, September 5, 2010
The Airport, The Departure.... 3rd sept '10
We get down the car...
The lights,the commotion, the hustle - bustle, the honking of the horns, the people rushing past me....a newly wed couple,so besotted with each other ,looks like they're flying to honeymoon in Switzerland or Paris or somewhere...
a mom continuously instructing her son..looks like he's flying for further studies to Harvard, Stanford or somewhere...
a disconsolate wife with her kid in her arms and tears in eyes...looks like she's come to see her husband off,who may not get back to em soon...
And... As you start mounting the luggage on the trolley,the lights start dimming everywhere in front of me.
Everything starts blurring and i can see only silhouettes of people as we tread towards the departures entry.
My head starts spinning around,and there's ringing in my ears..
The flashback: the tears,the laughs, the fights, the kisses, the teasing, the hugs, the witty banters, the whining, the taunts, the warm smile, the chocolates, the flowers, the drives, the walks, the cycle ride, the shopping, the biking lessons......
And ....The time to check in....
You hug me the last time and my heart starts pounding in my head and the feelings so mixed ,
as we reach gate 6..
The blood starts receding from my veins,as i see you walking through the departure's entrance, from counter to counter, to the luggage carousel, farther and farther away...
My world comes crashing down as you get lost into the crowd,and eventually out of sight.
The tears just don't stop. The security guards,the people around, looking at me,some with cold,some with pitiful,and some with remorseful eyes...two of them even come up to empathize.
It feels like someone is strangulating me ,and asphyxiating i want to Shout Out Loud....
Why do we have to succumb ourselves in the name of some crappy "Mr. Future"...who we don't even know to exist???
How can we be so sure that it'll fetch us happiness???
...Why can't we be happy right now when it's totally in our hands???
Why do You have to go away?
Why this fatalism??Why?
The lights,the commotion, the hustle - bustle, the honking of the horns, the people rushing past me....a newly wed couple,so besotted with each other ,looks like they're flying to honeymoon in Switzerland or Paris or somewhere...
a mom continuously instructing her son..looks like he's flying for further studies to Harvard, Stanford or somewhere...
a disconsolate wife with her kid in her arms and tears in eyes...looks like she's come to see her husband off,who may not get back to em soon...
And... As you start mounting the luggage on the trolley,the lights start dimming everywhere in front of me.
Everything starts blurring and i can see only silhouettes of people as we tread towards the departures entry.
My head starts spinning around,and there's ringing in my ears..
The flashback: the tears,the laughs, the fights, the kisses, the teasing, the hugs, the witty banters, the whining, the taunts, the warm smile, the chocolates, the flowers, the drives, the walks, the cycle ride, the shopping, the biking lessons......
And ....The time to check in....
You hug me the last time and my heart starts pounding in my head and the feelings so mixed ,
as we reach gate 6..
The blood starts receding from my veins,as i see you walking through the departure's entrance, from counter to counter, to the luggage carousel, farther and farther away...
My world comes crashing down as you get lost into the crowd,and eventually out of sight.
The tears just don't stop. The security guards,the people around, looking at me,some with cold,some with pitiful,and some with remorseful eyes...two of them even come up to empathize.
It feels like someone is strangulating me ,and asphyxiating i want to Shout Out Loud....
Why do we have to succumb ourselves in the name of some crappy "Mr. Future"...who we don't even know to exist???
How can we be so sure that it'll fetch us happiness???
...Why can't we be happy right now when it's totally in our hands???
Why do You have to go away?
Why this fatalism??Why?
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