Thursday, November 17, 2011

Why Did I Ponder On This As A Little Boy?

What do you do when you've done all you can and still can't make someone content?
You try harder. Or something. 

I mean how hard is to make people happy? 
I think I can answer that. Get a hold of a time machine.
This is a moment of absolute genius. Isaac Asimov would be proud.
Just go back in the godforsaken past and right your wrongs. Make better decisions, lower causalities. 

But no, even that won't do any good. Because the gist of the matter is that in your dimension you have already fucked up so even if you would go back and do things differently you would just enter a different dimension. 

So basically, you're fucked for eternity. Even if you somehow manage to find yourself a time machine and reverse shit, you're still pretty much fucked.   

Humans err right? Then why are we given hell about deeds committed in the past? 
Mistakes you've learnt from, having sworn to never repeat the same or something similar. 

But no, the promise to be good doesn't help. 
Nor does doing everything you can to keep the bridge intact that connects the both of you.
Little by little, every passing day.. you observe strains on the bridge. Tiny cracks that don't really threaten the foundations but then again who likes a scratch on their shiny car.
You touch up the scratches and do your best to repair what's wrong but the repairs keep on breaking, all your efforts are temporary. 

You don't remember a time when everything was sunny, everything was simple.
You don't remember a time when you were both content, satisfied.
Complications arise, your past deeds deemed unlawful, illegal.
But then you smile, remember there's low and then there's high tide.

Sunday, October 23, 2011


Just this evening my mother made a very interesting observation. She said that the way her generation grew up and the way her parent’s cohorts were raised was similar if not the same. But there is a vast difference in which mine, which is her son’s age group, has grown up and the lifestyle they have as well. Social networking sites are one of those monumental changes in the lifestyle of the yesteryear and today’s technologically spoilt age.

All that you need to know about a person is accessible from their Facebook profile. Sexual orientation, relationship status, the kind of movies, books and music they like, people they admire, sports they play, their vies about everything… et all. It’s almost like you don’t need to speak to a person anymore to get to know them better, which in essence is ridiculous. We are reduced to a generation of robots with smilies for expressions. We are reduced to a pair of eyeballs that are excited by something as trivial as a bra strap in a display picture.

But then again it’s not all apocalyptic, there’s a world of good happening because of these social networking sites as well of course. Getting to know new people has never been this easy; staying in touch with that friend in the other side of the world has never been this undemanding. You go out to a pub, see a pretty face, ask for her name, add her on Facebook, start chatting and before you know it you are in their pants or whatever your primary objective was. It’s an easy world, our brain cells are dying. Devolution is what this is, going back to our ape roots. What’s next? Leaves for clothes?

Wastage of time is a bane though. We sit for hours together doing absolutely nothing on Facebook, expecting God knows what to happen. That pretty girl you added last night is not going to add you straightaway. That hotshot guy will not say hi on chat to you unless you make a move. Social networking sites are no miracle escapes; it’s just like real life where you have to make the effort to reap the reward. And this is what people do not understand.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

I Am An Astronaut

Try looking down.

I am an astronaut 
I'm in my space shuttle, my very own little satellite... orbiting the world.
No one looks at me, I see everyone.
This little space shuttle is my planet, my world
My space suit is my armor, my shield against the crass noise that everything is.
Everyone, everywhere gives way to a plague of irritation
Words, actions, feelings, emotions... unnecessary.
Hug myself tight, become a ball... get lost in this fish bowl of lost souls. 
I want to hibernate and never wake up, never exit my peaceful slumber.
I like being alone, no one to trouble you
But alas, I want to be troubled at times... no one seems to care then.
Can't blame them, after all... I'm an astronaut.
Wearing a shiny space suit, living in a little space shuttle.
Hey, my space suit is shiny for a reason
Notice me, I'm shining.


I am an astronaut - Snow Patrol


Wednesday, September 14, 2011

What Does Independence Mean To Me?


What does independence mean to me?

Independence to me is being able to be myself, be me
The summation of my culture, morals and faith
It is the person I have become and the things I do
It is doing those things wrong, repeating mistakes
Until one day… when I am no more at fault

Independence to me is the promise of maturity
It is how I’m living and letting live in a diverse society
It is the respect for each and every diverse independent person
It is when I eat mutton and firni on Eid with my Muslim friend
And when he attends the langar at my Gurudwara

Independence to me is when I voice my opinion
It is when none is against me when I raise my voice
It is when the whole nation’s voice resonates with me
It is the one single issue that the entire nation voiced
Gandhian with Nehru topi… independence personified.

Independence to me is 10 years since 9/ 11
It is wondering as a little kid why the plane killed the WTC
It is still being stuck with the same question, also
Marveling at Laden’s promise of his heaven with 72 virgins
In awe… hoping that those delusional souls find their sinful heaven

Independence is the iron lady fasting in the north-east
It is her unrelenting struggle against what is unjust
It is ten years and more of self-governance with resolve
It is the satyagraha the country forgot, it is
The day she waits for, the day justice will prevail.

Independence to me is what the Indian freedom fighters desired
It is not what the builders of modern India delivered
It is reflecting on the true meaning of freedom
It is where the mind is without fear
… And where, the head is held high.

Manish Tweari on Team Anna