A movie called Skyline

For divine justice, we need not wait for 2012, it’s here and how! Theatres will turn into devlish machine, & the end of shows will witness zombies storming out post Skyline…
Listing down a few apparent dangers of watching the movie so intense in logic, that defying the logic becomes extinct.
• Danger 1: Skyline might help speed up your receding hairline
• Danger 2: you may end up shunning any light, including Bud Lite
• Danger 3: it might inspire you to gorge your brains out, vaporize them with the hope a new one will emerge from somewhere
• Danger 4: if it happens, gents might have to live with ladies brains & vice versa, a sure shot guarantee for Apocalypse
• Danger 5: Might risk saving any of those flirtious moments hoping the world’s going to end, so wtf…it might end, just for you
• Danger 6: post urination, do not feel embarrassed if flush does not work
• Danger 7: if you check flush is not working, decide not to urinate
• Danger 8: take more time to decipher the plot than would have taken putting the Rubek’s together thrice
• Danger 9: go & watch it post reading this
• Danger 10: if already watched, wait for part 2

Hip Hop Hope

The 100 days of nerve wrecking hope festival begins again! ICC Cricket World Cup is here again to come & the ad frenzy has begun. Checked out the full scale page ad in a leading daily talking about the ‘Billion hope & 1 Dream’…so very prophetic. Perhaps an ad for the last edition’s must have been the same (considering the faces are the same & the Indian official billion remain as it is). Perhaps what did change were the money spenders’ logos at the bottom, either new names or fresh identities.
My heart goes out to all of us who sleep, eat, dream cricket who religiously put out time, and heart in following our superstars bring bag home the cup of hope. After all it’s not just an empty cup any more. It’s the cup…that symbolizes a coming of age of the country, eradication of evils, continuation of the hope forever. As our Fellowship of the Cup Hunters prepare for the journey, mothers will abandon their favorite kids to pray for Dhoni, husbands will stake their wives for a Sachin century, brothers will face each other to bet for their star.
Imagine this also coincides with the Great Indian wedding season, so the dowry demand will definitely include an LCD and Tata Sky. And a few of the honeymoons might be postponed, (after who goes to SL & Bangladesh for honeymoon). Every ball which consumes the head of the enemy will be remembered; those little knocks of the warriors will be passed on from generations. The widows will emphathise with the wails of surrender; the grandfathers will bring out from their holy books of anecdotes the pain of ’62 or the pleasure of ’71.
In all this will be the regular drinks to soothe down the tempers, the waiting line to wish the team victory, mike wielding ex-cricketers getting a chance to be heard. & all else will be remembered but the game. Dhoni & Co. carry a burden which Gods find difficult to handle. 11 people fighting not the opposition but fear of failure. & before they take the field, will have their movable & immovable properties insured for a premium.
We deserve this cup, no matter what. Like the comet Hailey’s we wait for the first signs it is arriving, and then go in an overdrive of prayers. We drink, we cry, we laugh, we fight. & like Lord K in Maharashtra, we assimilate all the Bhagwat Gita’s teachings on the fields. Our heroes, we worship & curse at the same time. In moments of victory, old ‘treachery’ is forgotten.
And yes we are a forgiving devotee, or a patient one. If we are not the one, doesn’t matter, the fruits of patience we will taste the next edition!

Eyes of Love...

There will be more after us,
We are not the 1st to love,
& yet an angel so pure of heart,
Will never walk the earth.
For beauty was not defined by seas,
& Time forever lost in your eyes,
When a tear drop left the eye of God,
A pearl named you was born.
I am no magician who will reach for stars,
I am a stranger to Mecca & Eden,
But when you wake up at my side,
No monarch so great can be me.
In your smile, I find my world,
In your memory, a 100 lives,
In your voice, is the song of love,
In you, I find I.

elections of hope

the power of positivity is for all to see. congress does the impossible again defying all predictions, hammering all nay-sayers. the vote was not for Congress but it was a vote for hope, a thumbs-up for good governance. all those who rebuffed against the so called NREG & loan waiver can rest their tired souls to peace. it was this inclusive growth that led to development. Moditva should put on their thinking caps. growth is not the only aspect. the politics of violence & hatred is bound to fail. it got Hitler & it will get you. the vote brought into definition a new word - pro incumbency. lot many will be worried that the idea of intelligent voting has begun it was at work in India & Bihar. a formidable caste alliance of laloo & paswan bit the dust in front of change. the hope that laloo had promised long back came back to haunt him as he was trounced.

i don't know whether i am a believer or not. i don't take pride in such a comment. but then i have been both at some points of my life. & i enjoyed being a believer i need to confess. what changed & how the change kept on its journey? i will try to decipher. it was perhaps the innocence of childhood vs the conspiracy of adulthood which always came in my way.
i am coming down from a lofted platform, suddenly in the process of realizing the self. struggle is necessity of learning, & learning by self is no match when you have a teacher. perhaps faith is that teacher. it will take some time to accept the fact but the process is in place and more importantly i feel much relieved. i had always respected faith even at my darkest image, however now its importance in the journey.

I beleive in You...

why me i asked? will i be worshiped later? national holiday in my name....any posthumous award? OMG says God, you are asking for too much. i just asked you to do some work and stop being a burden. so you think me as a burden you who of all the people/being who is a parasite on all the myriad offerings of gold, milk, devdaasis. what have you done to deserve all this. you are no different from me. do you see me as a threat to your uselessness? irritated, G says i will make you rot till next eternity in the hell if you don't stop fooling around. i've the authority, you see. does he think i am afraid of all the people him. i laugh back. you are powerless against those who don't beleive in you. use this tactic against your deotees and plunder them. i am immune against you. see, try a spell. & yes his wand breaks when he tries to cast a spell. see you powerless little bug, you can't do anything to me. accept defeat & make me as ridiculous as you are. not so easily, not so easily, he is scheming but i know that. Son, come to me, beleive in me, i will give you the world. lets strike a deal, you become my agent. how will that help i ask? i don't want to be your pimp, against self dignity. don't overreact, this is the path of being Me. you will get respect and scope for corruption. be my trusted luitenent, and share the spoils. i make you my material greed, my lechrous self.
i was born a Brahmin.

i saw hope far off,
in the rays sun shows,
as my hand grabs it
all that was forever goes

i run after it
at every hour at every day
where is the hope of my life
where is my sun ray

i live for the day
i live by the night
i hunt for my ray
i look for that sight

should i follow my shadow
from end to end
for love of what life
stand tall or bend