Hear Me Out!

So much to say, but no one to hear

Men with no tongue, men with no ear

Dragging n fighting, trying to survive

Soaked in the blood, drowned in the tear

Crooked at heart, dark in the soul

Scared of light,  like a troll

Slipping n crawling, unable to rise

Dying a slow death, rotting in hole 

(Wish) thunder strikes and burns them all

Bury them dead with white pall

(Wish) phoenix rises and flies to the Sun

Brings the life and light to all

Limerick

                                                    

I recently tried my hands on Limerick. As you must be knowing, a Limerick is a 5 line poem with the rhyme pattern as AABBA. This is my first limerick, that I offer to you all:

 

One man jumped off the cliff

After he had a tiff

In the mid-air did he realize

There awaited a big surprise

 He hits hard and dies, what-if

Going insane...

 

Wandering alone, living to die 

Unable to breath, however I try 

Shattering my heart, killing my soul 

Facing the truth, how do I lie?

Searching for love, meaning of life 

Losing myself in endless strife 

Groping in dark, writhing in pain 

(It) Pierces my heart, cuts like a knife

 Cannot walk out, cannot sustain 

Fighting hard, but seems all in vain 

Love is real or mere mirage 

Craving n parching, going insane

Love Bloom

I never realized how fast those nine months slipped away and the day arrived when Richa was admitted to hospital for delivery. What a day it was! Rains started beating very hard from the very moment she got admitted out of no where. It seemed as if heavens were no less excited than I was. In fact it was not only excitement rather a mix of anxiety, curiosity, joy & expectation.

Firstly she was induced for contractions to go for a normal delivery. It was expected that if contractions started properly, the birth would take place within few hours. We waited and waited for at least 6 hours but to no avail. Richa didn’t feel the requisite contractions. But those few hours were equally exciting none the less.

The doctor suggested to go for cesar as the BP of Richa was going up & the heart-beat graph of baby was not very favorable. We were already prepared mentally that if things didn’t go properly we would go for cesar without hesitation. However, before we realized, the nurse took my consent and shifted Richa on to stretcher to take her to the Operation Theater. It happened so fast that we were all taken by surprise. I was on my phone when Richa waved me from the stretcher telling she was going to OT. I was so shocked that I didn’t have words to comfort or support her in such crucial moment of her life. Things that were moving very comfortably a few moments back had suddenly started moving at a dizzying pace. And in seconds, before I could recover, she was gone, out of my sight and into the Operation Theater!!

I have never felt so helpless & drained as if falling into an abysmal chasm. Perspiration had drenched my shirt, heart was pounding, head was thudding and my whole body was shivering with some unknown fear. Every passing moment was a torture and the pain was excruciating. Prayers automatically started emanating from within. Moments passed like aeons. Tension reached its crescendo. And then, in came the news of birth of my Baby boy and welfare of Richa. It was such an overwhelming feeling which couldn’t be put into words.

I was dying to meet Richa & my lovely son. It took another hour or so before the nurse came out with my baby tucked in her arms. She was rushing towards the nursery and I was following her desperately to take a look at my bundle of joy. Finally she stopped at the nursery and put the baby in my lap. What a charming face it was! Calm and gentle. I saw its tiny hands, fingers & beautiful lips. It was such an exhilarating feeling to see another you. Its fingers resembled mine and its cheeks that of Richa, a perfect blend of two of us. I wanted to hold it for eternity but the nurse took it away from me to put it in the incubator leaving me parched & thirsty.

I rushed to recovery section to see Richa and tell her all about our son. But she was still in OT. After half an hour later she was shifted in recovery and I was allowed to meet her. She was semi conscious and was hardly able to speak with that oxygen mask on. But still she looked beautiful. She cried when she saw me and I just managed to hold my tears. It was one of the most beautiful moments of my life. Anybody could see our eyes and tell how much we loved each other. We really do!

It was still raining. But now they resembled the tears of joy and strings of love that bind our lives to completeness.

Another partition..

Isn't it disheartening to see the clashes between Guzzars & Meenas, the roadblocks, the huge loses of public property & unwanted deaths of so many people? And what for? To prove that they are more down trodden than the other community by dominating others in terms of brawn & violance? What a shame! But i rather like it in a way..coz it is the only way to show our politician how they have ruined our nation & divided it into so many pieces in the name of caste/tribe/region/religion..In their lust for power & vested interestes they have so much so damaged our country that we no longer believe in talent rather all we want is shortcut to success i.e. reservation..Everybody wants reservation, be it muslims, christians, lower cast, anybody..!!Isn't it good that we remove the whole general category & reserve all vacancies in terms of caste/tribe/region/religion only..? I read a wonderful comment on this issue on rediff today, which says that if reservations are so much necessary for the upliftment, then we must do it in sports also..And specially in Cricket which is sort of a national game..There must be at least two OBCs, 2 SCs & one ST player in the team..The rest may be taken from general category..The boundary for the reserved players must be reduced so that they may field well & while batting they may hit fours & sixes in easier manner..They must also be granted a centuary for every 60 runs they score..Bowlers shouldn't be allowed to bowl at more than 60 miles/hour at them..Those who bowl more than that may be banned from bowling by BCCI..What a wonderful thought! Our sports minister must consider this.. I truly wish that every community raise their voices at this point of time and fight for reservations..After all its a democratic nation and all are free to voice for their rights..So guys, wake up & show ur strength to prove how down trodden u r..Thats the only way out left for us in this god forsaken country!!

Its show time again..

Three movies in rather quick succession..But full paisa wasool..! Firstly let me tell u that Will Smith is one of the finest actors, Hollywood has ever produced..God only knows why he lost it to Forest Whitaker despite his best ever performance in "The pursuit of happyness"..His portrayal of Chris Gardner is so complete & perfect that its beyond words to express your feelings once u watch that movie..Never before an english movie has shown so much depth in the portrayal of human emotions & spirit as this one..Its one hell of a touching & emotional movie which has rocked my mind & soul completely..Truly awesome..Anybody who even remotely likes to watch movies must watch this one..Its indeed worth it!!
Life in a..METRO is another movie which can be watched just for the sheer performances of all its actors..May be the story is full of clichés & at times turns a bit monotonous also..But it still manages to keep u glued to ur seats..Kokana Sen Sharma is one actor who can play any goddamn role to its perfection..Irfan Khan is a class act..Truly in the league of Nasiruddin Shah & Om Puri..K.K.Menon playing the role of typical MCP does it again..Brilliant is all i can say..Shiney Ahuja has a very small role but he still manages to grab ur attention..Sharman Joshi has also done pretty well in his role of a palm greaser & opportunist but a good at heart, ambitious BPO guy..Kangana Ranaut looked very cute but needs to learn more acting skills..But the most surprising element of the movie was the performance of Shilpa Shetty who looked amazing & has done a very fabulous job..Dharam Paji playing stupid cupid with Nafisa Joseph looked rather funny..However, the three singers who keep on appearing every now and then in their beggar-like-garbs definitely tickle ur funny bones in this rather serious movie.. One time watch wouldn’t be a torture!
Now comes the third one..Its different..To begin with Amitabh Bacchan is really getting younger with every passing day..His performance in Cheeni Kam is reallly refreshing..The chemistry between Tabu & Big B is wonderful..The story line is fresh & has a very new approach towards its portrayal of its characters.. It shows no frets or makes no bone about subjects like sex or the age gap between the male & female leads of the movie..The approach is practical & mature..It shows alot of sensibility & looks in line with the changing society..But i somehow didn't like the performance of Paresh Rawel..He somehow has started to look very typical & his acting seems to have lost its sheen..The child actress was however brilliant..She has done a fabulous job & really deserves all the accolades she is receiving..Overall a good movie with a difference..!

So unfortunate..!

It was all going very fine..but the deep seated insecurity & jealousy of one person brought havoc in our beautifully crafted life..The artificial, false & shallow affection and respect proved to be so strong & effective that the elders of my family couldn't see through it the truth, the real love & affection of us..It so much amazes me, how our elders with so much experience of various relationships, it’s intricacies can't understand how to develop & nourish a new relationship..Why is it so that they judge a person by the views presented to them by others when they themselves have all the opportunity to understand and judge the same person in light of his/her own action..!
Its so disappointing to see your own elders behave so childishly with so much immaturity..May be they don't realize that the kids are now grown-ups, they should be given proper space & due respect.. or may be they are just not ready to share their son with another person whom he loves so much..But my point is, if the son is able to impart the same amount of love, affection, respect & care to everybody as he used to do before marriage then why this insecurity? Does this make it any better if they keep hurting the emotions of their own beloved son & expect at the same time that he remains happy?
Why is it so that their love & affection don't reach our heart? Why does it all remain superficial & verbal only? Have we become so numb & insensitive that we can't feel it or is it something so different that we can't comprehend it?
May be the only person who is still happy with all these proceedings, is the one who out of her own insecurities & jealousy destroyed the peace & sanctity of our family? I can't understand how someone can remain happy by destroying her own family for the sake of her own vested interests..What a sickening feeling it must be but it seems some people do enjoy such things for their vicarious pleasures..
Its already a very tough time for all of us..and these misunderstandings & immature behavior by our elders make it even worse..Rather than focusing on the present imminent problem and supporting each other in these tough times, they are wasting their energy into picking faults, throwing allegations & hating their own family member..
All I wish is that good sense prevails soon or everything will be lost irrevocably!!