Tail spin

Heading toward the horizon

Nothing can shake you now

You have now engaged the cruise control

Just a matter of time now

The pot of goal is within your sights

The rainbow is keeping it company too

The cool breeze lets you know you are alive

The smirk on your face reminds you what it took

The tail spin hits you out of nowhere

The vision gets blurred

It is up to you to correct the wobble

If you hit the tarmac, it is up to you to get back in the saddle...

End game 2

This is becoming tiring now

The futility of it all

If you can't even convince yourself

What is the point in putting up a front?

How is your life different from anyone else's?

What would make you stand out?

You always wanted to be different from the pack

It is just that the pack wanted exactly the same

The negativity starts corroding you from inside

The futility becomes fatalistic

Maybe you just need to blow of the steam

Maybe you just need to wait and blow up

Running out of water....

The salt stinging your burnt skin

Water obscuring your sight

It doesn't make sense anymore

You let out what maybe your last sigh

You look back at them standing on the beach

Their silhouettes looking over you

It is complete madness they say

Why don't you turn back and head back to safety?

The unknown awaits you at the horizon

No one know if it is any better

May be it is a pursuit not worth your time

May be this is what you were supposed to do

You breath in the heavy air into your lungs

Fight the corrosive water piercing your cut up body

Maybe you will never make it, may be you weren't meant to

At least you won't ask yourself, what if I had just tried

The edge of time

He lay next to her pillow. The glint of his smile calmed her anxiety. As the darkness descended, he assured her the end would be peaceful. She finally let him kiss her wrist. The warmth filled her trembling body. She knew the others won’t understand. The bloody razor next to her would forever define her...

Stuck on you

Just another day waiting for you to wake up
Ready to slowly scrape a few more seconds of your life
When you don't feel like waking up anymore
When going through the motions is not worth it anymore

Being a vegetable seems like a better proposition
The perishability at least guarantees an escape
The ability to think is becoming a liability
You wish you were not able to comprehend your ineptness

The futility of your life keeps growing on you
Like a tumor that can't be removed, like a mole slowly piercing your soul
The need to live and the futility of growth
It is just stuck on you...

Take your pick

It hits you flush in the gut

you fall to your knees

You can taste the bile in your mouth

Go on, let it go, let it all out

All you wanna do is lie there

Curled up, with your legs tucked in

Giving it up would be easy enough

It is ok, you'll get another shot

You can hear them count you out

They were right all along

You tell everyone it doesn't matter

But it will forever be stuck in your head

Well all it is just a choice

stay down for the count and live with it or

Get back up and go down in flames

Yup...Just another choice.

Helping hand

Every morning, he sits there silently with her. His arm rests on her, she just stands there passively. Something was amiss today; she was lying on the floor next to where he sat. He was completely helpless and couldn't give her a hand. A kid came running to his aid and returned his walking stick.

dark light

And the abyss calls you back,

Come son rest a while.

Let the world pass you by,

Its not your time to smile.

Your eyes have witnessed your life,

The burden weighs them down.

And then you see his silhouette in the shadows,

You hear the words you were waiting for...main crime master gogo ankhain nikal ke gotiyan khelunga :P

P.S. Would have wanted to end with "He who caged your soul while he was alive" but was getting a bit morose, so pick your ending ;)

Cycle of discovery

Check out this link

No shit! So now they have an app on the iPHONE to type a SMS based on what you say... If only we could directly speak to recipient irrespective how far they are...err isn't that a phone call?? BAH!

Minefield

His world was spinning round. The heat was getting unbearable. The sudden bursts were numbing his skin. They had said it would last only for three minutes. The beeping had been incessant. Why doesn’t he get me out of here, he thought. Those hands appeared from nowhere. A booming loud voice proclaimed yay, Microwave popcorn!

End game...

It feels kinda weird...

The taste of cold metal on your tongue.

The last thing that you'll taste...

Will be the taste of your own death.

The futility of what you wanted...

The stuff you were supposed to want.

The whole game of forever playing catchup...

The game in which you were the fat one always to be picked last.

I shot me down...

I hit the ground.

That awful sound...

My arrogance got me shot down.

The last four lines are based on copied from Nancy Sinatra's song in Kill Bill...

Goldfish syndrome

He couldn't remember anything. He had lost all his memories last night. All the birthdays and anniversaries. He didn't even know who these people were. They had just become numbers to him. He felt as if he had lost a part of his brain. If only he had backed up the data on his mobile.

Bang for your buck...

I have had this thought bouncing around in my head for months now. The value for money funda we Indians have, the "Bhaiya, theek theek lagao" syndrome, is absolutely absurd. As the price point of the stuff goes down we start haggling for a smaller share of the money. It is like we are on a conquest and that 10 or 20/- we do not pay the vendor/auto walah will actually redeem the cash splurge on some shitty "Khan" movie at PVR

The sad part is, these 10-20/- would actually make a difference between the other guy actually getting a decent meal or not. Have you ever bargained for 20/- at any of the glitzy showrooms? If they gave you a discount of 100/- did you say "No no, give another 20/- off"?

It is absurd that we get some sort of sadistic pleasure/sense of achievement from actually saving those 20/-, using it for ordering extra cheese on the next Pizza and then paying a 1000/- to the "fitness center" to burn that bloody cheese off our asses....

The bang for your buck could actually be the sound of a poor soul shooting himself! Ironic isn't it?

Driving with no brakes...

Heading towards the shining light
The one that would cure all darkness
Your life whizzing past you
The blinkers keep you on track

Alone on a crowded road
Other bots looking for their own lighthouses
Heading towards your salvation
At last you'll be able to get the answer

Pick up hitchhikers on the way
Feel alive in their presence
You ar no longer sure if you want to keep running
Blasphemy...drop them off, they are slowing you down

Stop to take a breather
Take out the plastic that defines your worth
Your royal fatness not fitting into what you want
Well burning more plastic will save your soul

And then you are in its presence
Like a deer caught in the headlights
Well what am I supposed to do now?
Look for the next flickering light and run...

The other side

I'd rather kill myself working hard and achieve something than die wondering what could have been...

Politically Incorrect

Do you think the woman's reservation bill is a good idea? I don't think it is going to change anything on the ground. I oppose it for the same reason that I oppose the OBC/SC/ST reservation bills. I think these guys are solving the wrong problem. Just by giving the "minorities"/"oppressed sex" more visibility in various fields does not help the lady who is being beaten up every day by her drunk husband or the kid who is not allowed to go to school coz she is a girl. Also, being a woman doesn't qualify them for my vote.

I think not allowing men to stand from a constituency would be against the right to choose of the people of that constituency. Just because someone is a woman doesn't give them a purity stamp. Mayawati is as rotten as Mulayam/Kalyan singh. It is just that there are more rotten male politicians than female ones.

All this will do is give 33% of the seats to wives of politicians. Man! some times being politically correct is a pain in the ass.

Hanging by a moment

Read this and thot....

She could no longer recognize her reflection,
She never wanted it to end like this.
Her body becoming a liability,
Her soul tired and lost.

He wouldn't mind being with her till eternity,
His heart was crying out to get her back.
He wondered if not letting her die would be selfish,
He wondered if she was no longer his to save.

They were resigned to their fate,
All they could hope for was dignity in death.
Shouldn't they have a choice of their memories,
Or should they remember each other only by the pain?

I don't know if it is OK to let go,
I don't know if you can ever let go
May be you should hang on,
Hang on till death takes the choice away

The spiral never ends...

Have been reading a book called "Gangs". It basically profiles some of the most notorious gangs around the world in an attempt to glamorize the whole gang persona.

One thing that is stark is that gangs tend to breed in places where the disparity between the haves and the have-nots is almost insurmountable. So you will be stuck in the place where you were born and look for people who you can "belong to" and then stick it to "the man".

In India we have invariably had a class to aspire to and reach since there was always the next best thing in sight. The poorest had the roti-kapda-makan dream (Lower middle class). The lower-middle class aspired for the 2nd hand Maruti (R-K-M and Maruti). This upper middle class aspired for the next level - get one kid in the US. So the rat race was always there to keep you busy and not take to the gun.

I wasn't born when the naxal movement started but whatever little I know about them, their basic ideology was to reduce the gap between the land owners and the workers => Naxal gangs.
I think at the rate we, the middle class are "prospering", there is going to be a HUGE problem of resentment and helplessness that will lead to our dive into a cycle of violence. Unless we plan to take the people who are not as fortunate as the rest of us (purely in monetary terms) along for this "development ride" that is impending, we better start buying guns and armed guards...

Cut-throat

Blood oozing out of his veins,
Warmth of the flow enthusing his skin.
He urges it to flow out faster,
Egging it on to cleanse him forever.

Red blots against a white sink,
The water flow too weak to erase the past.
The blood stains will stay there for long,
Reinforcing life's lessons - don't mess with a bloody pimple.

...

Fading photographs, clouding memories
Trying to fit her face back in my life
Longing for that sound of laughter
Can't remember the feeling of laughing along

Your laughter when you knew it wasn't gonna last
Looking after you like you looked after us
Trying to drink that bitter wheat grass shake with you
Shaving my head so that I could give you company

No one knew it would end so soon
It was the best time while it lasted
Goodbye and thanks for all the paronthas :)
Happy mother's day Ma....