Contagious

I did not see it coming

as I turned the corner.

You came out of nowhere

and I was infected.

I could not keep it

I didn't want to.

He was unaware that

he was the next victim.

It was early morning

I did not desire it.

Last evening was enough

I had more than I needed.

Its contagious

I have already passed it.

The next person is lucky

he didn't sleep all night.

It made its way 

through the day.

It traveled through the city

it returned to me at night.

I could feel it coming up

I wanted to suppress.

I have work to do

I don't want it anymore.

This yawn is infecting

me and making me lazy.

I wish you hadn't given it to me

I wish I wasn't sleepy.

I'll find my way?

Its dark and its gloomy. The road is never ending. Its been hours since I've been walking. 


All day long there was a bad feeling in the back of my mind. Now it has all come true. I don't know what is happening. I couldn't care less about it. But why am I sad? I don't know. Everything seems to be falling down. The buildings are crumbling and my life is too. What is the reason? I don't know. It all  happened so fast, I didn't even have a chance to blink.


Now what do I do? I don't know. Its all messed up, its complicated. I can't find the right path. How hard can it be to light a match and light a candle. Its hard enough. The sky is dark and the rain is black. The earth beneath my feet seems to be slipping slowly. I try to hold on to everything I had but its all out of my grip before I can think. When did all these paths intersect my way? I never saw them coming. Am I blind? Or am I lost? There is no more a destiny to look to and no path to follow. Its all wilderness now.


How can this be the end? Its my fairy tale and it can't end now. I'm not ready to let it go. I can make it up all again and go back to the way I remember. This story is never ending, I'll make sure it is. I won't give up. A minute before I was happy, I don't know where it all went. I have to find it and get it back. Its going to be hard I know but I'll still try. This darkness is oppressing, will I ever find my way out? Suddenly my strength is fading away and so am I. This is too hard, I can't do it. I'm giving up, I'm embracing the blackness, I'm going away. I'm dying.

Scarlett

The name 'Scarlett' may not mean a lot to many people, but to all those who have read 'Gone With The Wind' by Margaret Mitchell know what this name carries within itself.


Scarlett is blood.
Our heroine, Scarlett O'Hara witnessed the gore of the American Civil War and survived it. She not only saw the killings but also killed a 'Yankee' to save her beloved plantation, Tara. She got through all the hardships of the war to see another day and win over another situation.


Scarlett is passion.
She is passionate about life. Hardships, poverty, war or death nothing can drive away her deep love for life. Nothing defeats her, nothing can keep her down. She might be thrown down by life but she embraces it right back without flinching.


Scarlett is perseverance.
War, 3 failed marriages, death of father, mother and child, loss of love...no situation is capable of keeping Scarlett down. She goes from one day to the other following the simple motto - "I'll think about it tomorrow, because tomorrow is another day."

Scarlett is an idol.                                   
Scarlett O'Hara is one of the most powerful fictional character in English literature. She has become a symbol of feminine strength for women of all generations and from all over the world. Her characters stubbornness to always fight for what she wants and of never giving up on her dreams has made her the idol that she is.

A Week

Sunday
I woke up on the bed and watched you sleep on the couch. Why do we have to fight?
Breakfast was a quite affair and so was the whole day. I went to do my work and you stayed. You watched sports as dinner was made. I went to sleep on the bed and watched you sleep on the couch.


Monday
We were late because we didn't wake each other up. Are we still fighting?
Breakfast was a rush. You wanted to say something but I ran out the door. Your came back to an empty home. I don't remember what happened because you were already asleep when I came back.


Tuesday
We woke up side by side but no words were spoken. We didn't get late today. I don't remember what the fight was about. I came back early, made dinner but we didn't eat together because I had work to finish. I remember you were smiling as you slept, was your day good?


Wednesday
I woke up with a smile, our hands were entwined. Did we make up last night? You didn't say anything. I gave you a smile but I think yours was forced. Today was event-less. I wanted to end this silence but could I? We went to bed together, we held each other, but still no words.


Thursday
I woke up to an empty house. You didn't leave a note. I was worried all day. The home was empty when I returned. Where were you? I was about sleep when the doorbell rang. You came in and went to bed. You didn't give me a chance to say anything. That night I didn't sleep.


Friday
You seemed altered today. You were smiling and you said good morning too. If it wasn't workday I would have never left you. I came back home and there you were. You had made dinner and we chatted all night long. But we never spoke of our fight. Why was that?


Saturday
I woke up alone in our bed. Last night seemed a dream after the week of silence. You came out the other room and gave me the smile I was looking for. You led me to the room and I saw what you were doing all week. I could see all our time together in front of me. You whispered the magic words in my ear, it had been so long since I heard them. Then you added the question I never thought you were gonna ask. I was overwhelmed and unable to answer. You didn't wait for me to speak and swept me off my feet. I wan't aware there was more to know of you but I was surprised that day. That day we promised each other a life together. 

Waiting

Under the tree she waits for him.

Its been days now.

Day and night are the same now.

She on the road, waiting for the bus.

She has to get away.

She does not know where this road goes.

She's at the door, its not opening.

She's been standing for hours.

The window is closed.

She is tired.

The stairs are not ending.

She wants to sit down now.

She's in the dark, waiting for morning.

The sun is not coming up.

It has lost its way.

She was walking.

The storm is here but she doesn't know.

Time has stopped.

Sitting on the rock she waits for the future.

Her past is beside her.

The present is absent.

She's been waiting,

for it to began, for it to end.

She's stuck in the middle.

Dark to Light

Its dark and I'm alone. I thought you were nearby, I turned 

and you were gone. 

The day was fine it was sunny and we were happy. The 

thought of our future never crossed my mind. The walk, the 

talks and all that was in between has vanished from sight. The 

view of the past is blurred by the mist covering our present, 

life has lost the meaning it always had. What happened? I'm 

not sure. The day was fine but something changed.

I cannot remember the day I last saw the sun, the last night 

the moon was in my room. We discussed the eclipse, ironical 

how that is the only thing left for me. Was it always so dark? I 

remember the light though the memory is fading and its hard 

to think too much. 

I don't want this life, I don't want to be sad. There must be a 

path that leads somewhere else. This road is worn out, I have 

to make my own way now. I like this one, it leads into your 

arms. But I know this isn't real because you are no more here. 

I won't be fooled into the silence again. I want to live like a 

bird, flying to unseemly heights; like a fish, knowing 

unknowable depth; like me, as i was before i met you before 

the day turned into eternal night. 

Its no more dark and I'm not alone anymore. I can't feel you 

near me and my heart is lighter than it was.

How are you?

I'm fine, thank you.

I woke up at 8:30 because my alarm refused to work and I missed my class but its ok, its just college. What can happen? My attendance will be low, I won't be allowed to give my exams, but its ok, I'm fine, thank you.

I feel like I'm letting go of so much that I wanted to do but its ok, its life. What will happen? After 10 years I might regret all that I missed, I may not be doing what I love, but it's ok, I'm fine, thank you.

Everyday I end up hurting someone even though in a small way but its ok, they'll get over it. How can it be important? I might be left alone without friends to share my life, but its ok, I'm fine, thank you.

I'm happy, I'm safe, I've never seen pain, my life is perfect so its ok. How can that be bad? My future is uncertain and i"m not prepared to face any adverse condition, I might fall apart one day, but its ok, I'm fine, thank you.

I feel useless, people look at me for help but i don't know how to but its ok. Its not my problem, rite? Soon my friends and family may think I'm selfish and don't care about them or anyone, but its ok, I'm fine, thank you.

My problems are my own, I will figure them out, I might fail but its ok. How does that concern you? You peek into my life and try to solve my problems for, I don't need any help, I'm my own person how-so-ever I am, if I need help I'll ask, my failure may be great but my success will follow too, but its ok. I'm fine, thank you.

HELP!

There are many questions that arises in ones mind after an event like the Mumbai blasts occur. I care to voice a few here

..Why is the government not able to do anything solid against terrorism?

...How much longer will the common man have to suffer and die due the negligence of those in power?

...When will the politicians start doing their duty?

....Will we never be able to safe in our own city in our own homes?

There may be many more such questions that fill every niche and corner of our mind every time we are reminded that we are not safe, that we are just waiting ducks for the next terror attack. With no answer in view it can be really disheartening to think that we are powerless in the face of danger. So how do we make a change? This question i believe is the one that outshines every other question because we all want to change the situation we are in. All we need is the way to do it.

Being a true Indian I take many of my inspirations from the Indian film industry :P

For this question too I have one reference...Rakeysh Omprakash Mehra's Rang De Basanti !!!!

Changing the country IS IN our hands...making it better IS IN our hands too! Join the army, join the IAS, go into politics..there are abundant options available to us, we just need to be able to face the problems that will block our way. If we want the change we have to be the change!! 

On the floor, on the bed
the naked truth is everywhere.
Hide if you want but 
you won't close your eyes
death is a show for the living.
Ignore it, destroy it but
the presence won't fade.
The red splattered around you
carelessly you look on.
Selfishness and fear for self
make you blind of the horror.
You watch life crumbling and choking.
Turn your face or lower your gaze
the picture will haunt you.
You live in your world,
forgetting the reality of our world.
You dream still ignore others
going down the drain.
You live but avoid others 
dying at your foot steps.

Dream

  We all dream!!

   I dream of a picture perfect life!!

    I dream of surprise beginnings!!

     I dream of happy endings!!

      I dream of peace!!

       I dream of heaven!!

        I dream of no violence!!

         I dream of harmony!!

          I dream of long intervals!!

           I dream of loving people!!

            I dream of a vibrant past!!

             I dream of a whole future!!

              I dream of love!!

               I dream of you!!

                I dream of a life!!

                 I dream you in it!!

                  I dream of my dreams!!

                   I dream it all with you!!

....

There she sits all alone

by herself waiting.

Hair like a flowing river

eyes like clear water.

With every breathe and every sigh

her impatience shows.

Fidgeting hands, worried forehead

her calm was slowly slipping.

The eyes were getting anxious,

now the feet began to tap.

She walks around aimlessly. 

A look of great decision crosses her face,

a look to decide once and for all.

Suddenly a call from behind

she turns and she changes.

This wasn't the first time

and this won't be the last.

No more trouble on her face,

the sparkle is back in those eyes.

Her heart and her soul belongs to him,

it shadows all his faults for her.

She forgets the wait and the pain

because he is her man!!!

I am with you always, I can see you all the time

run or hide but I'll still be there

You are scared of me, I'm your truth your reality

You wake up with me, you sleep with me

you don't turn at night afraid to see me staring

I was I am and I will be forever by your side

You think I'm gone because you want me to vanish

but I'm the good in you I can never disappear

I'll nag you for every wrong you do

and I pat you on the back for the good

You try hard to not think of me harder to forget about me

but I have an eternal presence because I am you conscience!!!

everything is not normal

Everyday we wake up and go on with our life. We never contribute even a minute of our day to ponder over what has already happened and what is happening. In the comfort of our lives with the major political and historical turmoil of the century already passed we forget what has shaped the world that we are living in. 

             Who would have thought that sitting in a class one can come across a shock and a realization of the truth of the time gone past. Most of the times this shock is so sudden that we end up either ignoring it or succumbing to its purpose of making us stop and think. the present times has its own problems and issues yet when thought carefully our world doesn't seem as advanced we would like it to be. From the World Wars to India's own Partition of 1947 and the riots of 1984 are examples of the past that makes us work towards a life of better options. 

   In living our lives we have to remember the past which brought us to this future. Neglecting it is insulting the memories of the people who lived through those turbulent times. The horror of the wars and riots may be absent now but we are still not so far away from them that we can put aside the fear of a new explosion that can shake the society to its core and lead to the same destruction as before.

Shades OF Gray...

With the multitudes of people that we encounter throughout our life none can be categorized as simply black or white, with black denoting the "bad" and white denoting the "good". The people nearest to us are the best example of this very true theory. Our family are the people we love the most but aren't their always those little things that we just can't seem to understand. The come our best friends, they compliment us the best, we believe them to be someone exactly like ourselves but when it comes down to a fight their always is something that bugs us, that makes them different from us. But does that mean we are 'white'? Not at all. When we sit down and think about our fights we realize our own petty mistakes and prejudices. 


                                 The same theory also apply to the people we usually don't get along with or people we simple have to hate. We may criticize them all day long, find the worst in them but we never are able to ignore that little good in them that we see, sometimes on our own and sometimes forcefully. At the end of the day no matter who we love and who we hate, we are not able to compartmentalize them into good or bad only. Their is always something in between. It is at this point that we realize that we will never find the brightest shade of white or the darkest shade of black among the people we know or the people we don't know.


All that we can conclude is that the shades of gray should be the basis of of  all our judgement's as well as our prejudices.