WANDERER

This a pilgrim soul

Searching Love, Peace and Mirth

It’s held captive in the morning sunshine

How it shrinks in the twilight

This soul weighed down by so many questions

Which cannot be surpassed?

Where will it meet the answers?

In heaven or in hell?

While in heaven it blooms like a flower

In hell it slithers like a serpent…..

Like Prufrock's, it lies in fragments

Its voice dimly sane turns insane in no time

Its fate is like that of a vagabond

It wanders from place to place

From heaven to hell

From earth to sky

From fire to water

In search of Love, Peace and Mirth…..

An Eye-opener

Today after college our gang of girls decided to have egg rolls. Our favourite food joint is Art of Spices and it is near our college campus. While going there we noticed a man who was eating raw pumpkin. All of us got shocked. This incident was momentary but it somehow became an eye-opener for me.

After coming back home I sat down for sometime and was thinking about the man whom I saw. It provoked me to think about the marginalised class of our country who don’t even manage to get food to feed their stomach. Forget about proper meals, they don’t even get sufficient amount of food to eat for one time a day.

Then I questioned myself that have I ever wondered about their plight and suffering?

Have I ever thought about the fact that each day these people have to struggle for their living? The answer that I got was a “NO”.

We are modern beings, and we have become so much busy in our daily lives that we do not have the time to think about ourselves or our respective families. So how can we even bother to think about the betterment of the “other” class which is also a part of our society?

To solve this problem we need to raise our collective consciousness……

To conclude I would use Derrida’s notion of “play” as form a single incident so many questions came out and this will go on and on because as Derrida said “the centre remains disrupted”.

Yet Another Day!

As usual i woke up late today... had a verbal fight with my mommy darling (I have stopped bothering about these things now a days)...then brushed my teeth and had breakfast...then I was wondering whether to take a bath or not (such a lazy soul I am).

Then finally thought of pulling up my socks and without any fail thought of "studying".

Began with eighteenth century literature... my mind started wavering in the philosophical thoughts of Daddy Wordsworth(as Jimmy porter addresses him), William Blake, Coleridge and Byron...from a lazy soul I became almost a dead soul....these philosophical notions do not get inside my head...

Then finally I settled down with Osborne's "Look Back In Anger"...such a wonderful play that it is....about an angry young man Jimmy Porter who has a problem with the system(society) that he is living in.... hopefully by the next two days I will finish "critically" reading this text...

As university internals are knocking at the doors some serious work is to be done from my end.... lets see whether I can score well this time or not...

Well well I'll try to upload something interesting in my next post...till then cheers... and keep smiling...

BUT IT RAINED

By the windowpane, she was searching a drop of Rain

She looked beyond the horizon

Could she fly there?

A caged bird, she dreamed...

A bird that wanted a life

Of her own.

In gloom, she waited for Rain,

Would the rain wash away this gloom?

She was searching a drop of Rain.

She looked around,

Saw a bunch of children playing near….

Prancing and playful mirth crowded

About her, she walked back down memory

She joined the little ones like a bird

Set free from a cage

Rains came pouring in

Her long wait was gone

She was finding herself again

She lived back the days

When she would freely take on the rains with her friends,

Memory of chai and bhuttas saw tear- drops out of her eyes.

She started paddling her feet in the rain waters

She thanked God for the cage

was a distant memory and

that she was reincarnated as a daughter of

Mother Nature

YES, I WANT TO BREAK FREE...

"I Want To Break Free".... this song by one of my favourite bands Queen is like an Anthem for me.

Whenever I am tired, whenever I feel low, whenever I am stressed I listen to this particular song and believe me you I come down to normality.

When I heard this song for the first time, I was not able to feel the song but gradually I fell in love with the song.

This song inspires me.

In one of my earlier posts I talked about a caged bird who breaks free all the shackles so somehow when I feel like a caged bird, I listen to this track and I get so much intensified by it that literally I feel that---- "yes, I am a free bird ...no one can stop me...I do want to break free...afterall Sky is not the limit for me...I want to fly beyond it...."

Note : To all the bloggers, this song is a must listen for all...so I dedicate this song to you all....

Swayamvar Or Gimmick?

                                         (Image Courtesy: bollywoodhungama.com)

Welcome to the Swayamvar of our very own ‘drama queen’ Rakhi Sawant .

The show is televised on NTDV IMAGINE. God knows what went wrong with the sponsors of this show and what on earth could have made the directors and producers to direct and produce such a horrendous (hillarious it can’t be called, can’t even see humour in it ), so called Reality Show. To gain viewership? To raise TRPs (Television rating Points)?

Just before the show was about to start, Rakhi Sawant ,when interviewed by different NEWS channels said the following things :-

“…agar Sita maiya apna Swayamvar racha sakti hai to mai kyu nahin?"

“… Draupadi ne bhi to Swayamvar mein hi apna pati chuna tha aur mai bhi apne aap ko Modern Draupadi ( mind it) se kam nahin manti hu”

She even said that she wants other women to follow her footsteps…(God help them)

Again when asked about the alliances,“...mera bas chale to mai to 16 ladko se hi shadi kar lu magar kya kar sakte hain chunna to sirf ek hi ko padega na.”

Wait a minute…do you think its very easy to survive through the competition?

Absolutely not. You have to prove yourself to become dearest Rakhi’s groom.

The contestants had to go for a treasure hunt, had to walk on ramp, had to walk on fire (without burning their feet), of course had to dance with our Dancing Diva (bhai pata to chale kiske saath chemistry sabse achi hai? )

And what else could someone expect? Celebrities ki to jaise line hi lagi hai ….sab itne utawle jo ho rahe hain swayamvar ka mahaul dekhne ke liye….

Be it Neeta Lulla(Designer), Mark Robinson (Ex model), Farha Khan (Jewellery designer), Saroj Khan ( Choreographer), Gautami Gadgil ( Actress), our very own Baa ( Saas bhi kabhi bahu thi fame), Rakshandha Khan (Actress), Sakshi Tanwar (Actress)….and all of them are really very very close to our Dancing Queen you see…

So would anyone call it a Swayamwar? (who cares? Isn’t it?)

I personally feel pity for the contestants. Will it be possible for them to regain their mental balance after the show gets over? Difficult to answer.

Recently I read an article on this ‘Swayamvar talent hunt’ in which Rakhi Sawant confesses that no LEGAL CONTRACT has been signed which says that she has to marry the winner of this show. So are we suppose to expect a season 2 of this show?a

Well my advise would be while you are watching this show, for heaven’s sake keep your brains aside!

A RAINY DAY.....

I was sitting down by my window pane. Suddenly a rain drop fell ….. I tried to catch it…but couldn’t do…I was trying to look beyond the horizons, to find a sweet escape for me. In this rainy day I wanted to break free from all the shackles. I was feeling like a caged bird who wanted to fly high in the sky … Was it a sheer imagination? Or I really wanted to do it? I was in a dilemma….

While I was thinking, I saw some children playing in the rain…I wanted to join them but I was reluctant….

I went down the memory lane of my childhood….how I used to enjoy with my lil gang…having ice creams…bhuttas ….singing and dancing …..but now I am not a child anymore…

I have grown up. Does it mean that the child within me has faded away??

I was trying to figure out an answer for this.

The answer that I got was there is still a child hidden inside me….and I instantly joined those children…. I had a great time with them…the few minutes that I enjoyed with them made me regain the zeal that I was searching for from the past few days….

While I was tapping my foot in the rainwater I felt on the top of the world…just like the free bird which broke free from the cage…

I could smell the essence of the soil which made me feel that I have reincarnated as the daughter of mother nature…..