Patagonia : A lonely dream!

My eyes see a dream

which is not a desire to people it seems

Theres is a world that I have seen

where people dont fight even when it hurts their esteem

They just raise their bar

so that others understand what they mean

I see a world in which there is one grand scheme

There is no religion which people claim

the wars to be seen

I see a world in which a child's eye never loses its sheen

I imagine a heart in which

the passion of humanity does not lose steam 

I visualise a world where every bread has its share of cream

Alas! there is no one else in this dream

My eyes see a dream

which is not a desire to people it seems!

Talk the Walk!

   Aah! Finally! India wakes up to the Desi Version of Slut Walk! Our Own Desi women dressed soberly walked the marched outnumbered by men in the March. Participation of Men in a conservative city like Bhopal is highly applauded. Bhopal happens to be the rape capital of country if we go by numbers.National capital follows closely. Although the message conveyed is clear, it makes the mockery of its raison d'etere. Many of the women were highly apprehensive of participating in this Besharmi Morcha, yes thats what they are calling it.This is because of the presence of right wing Hindu Parties, RSS or Bajrang Dal.This is the only country where we can state to live in harmony with such elements. The paradox and embarassment is this the counrty where we actually worship women in the form of Maa Shakti, Maa Durga, Maa Kali, Maa Saraswati and Maa Laxmi and in many other forms. Inspite of all this we rank so highly in numnber of crimes against women whethe it includes girl foeticide, dowry deaths or trauma. 
                                                                                  Friends, if we go down the memory lane to remeber the sexist comment of Constable Michael Sanguinette,"Women should avoid dressing like sluts", women in Toronto marched to Toronto Police head quarters. This protest march involved more than 3000 people and in which women dressed provocatively to protest against being called them sluts. Constable later apologized. It was not a protest against a constable but the chauvinist mentality of people who look women as an object to satisfy their carnal desires. If a woman dresses in shorter clothes and is not bothered about it, why should somebody else be. Women are sometimes "Dressed to kill" not "Raped for dressing". These assaults or offences are so brutal that many of them lose their lives rather "Killed for Dressing". Its completely a woman's prerogative with whom, under what conditions does she get intimate?
                                                                                                                      I would like to say that Sex is something that you have with somebody together , it is not you do to somebody.

                                                                                                 

Savera Honeko hai

Suraj ki pehli kiran hai kabse jagmagayi
par dilon mein savera abhi honeko hai
Manzil toh hamein kab se dikh gayi
magar raahon ka nazaara hone ko hai
Jung ki nisha toh kab se khatam ho gayi
par Aman ka Ujaala abhi honeko hai
Nafrat ki chingaariyan toh kab se khamosh hai
par Mohabbat ki muskurahat abhi chaane ko hai
Raat ke andhere ki saazish toh kab se ho gayi
par insaaniyat ka diya abhi jagne ko hai
Mandir mein Bhagwan ko toh kab se baitha diya
par dilon mein Allah ka basera honeko hai
Kshitij pe ek nanhi si kiran hai muskurayi
shayad duniya mein pyaar ka savera honeko hai.....

Splash from pothole!

       Friends, Its Mumbai Rains and its pouring heavily! As usual BMC is not prepared and roads are filled with water. It is not difficult to witness streetkids crossing the streets and people jumping along the walkways to avoid that splash of muddy water on their clothes.I witnessed this stark contrast on the faces of two people on the road. An SUV passed by and thereby splash the water upon us. One of the people walking there in his fully suited attire started ranting and hurling abuses. Those splashes of muddy water also touched the tender legs of a girl who seemed to be a street kid asking alms or may be doing some daily chores in some house. She just laughed and moved ahead.
                                                                         If we see this stark contrast between the reactions of these two individuals, I am more than amazed to find this anamoly.The reaction of that girl was that of a person who doesnt mind the little splashes from the events of life, accept the events as they come and go and doesnt lament about the past. Instead it is like stealing few smiles from the closet of Mother Nature in a place like Mumbai where a person driving in a Bentley finds difficult to smile on a well said joke. A well educated person whose clothes got spoiled reacts as if he has lost another deal.
                                                                                                       I wonder why we dont we realise that we have toiled hard to become civilised educated person not an anti-social literate snob. The innocence in the laughter of that girl and the understanding earned by her from the lessons of life makes difficult for many of us to stand in front of the mirror. There are many things in our lives that get lost when we are running in this rat race. We tend to forget that tears in eyes also come when we laugh so whole heartedly. We tend to forget that there is some joy apart from receiving bonus, getting the next deal and completion of project. There is more to sheer excitement of returning home with greater returns from share market. That splash was not on those clothes but on all of us to startle us from running in this race and start living.
                                                                                                                                   Anyways, I guess I will be looking for another splash from nature to learn more and may be from an equally cute girl I saw today;)

Had 3 blasts last Night!

    Friends by the title that is eponymous to the inicdent that happened on 13th July, 2011 Mumbai, you must have guessed what I am talking about! To transcend a view of a Mumbaikar after blasts.I need to present before you the plot that shows the relationship between Mumbai and me. The romance began almost 4 years back. They truly say its your courtship period you remember the most. I have loved this city from the first day I came here. I have loved its pace, its energy, its tenacity , its acceptance. I have seen this city from 3 perspectives.
                  Courtship Period :When I was a teenager busting with this latent energy to come out, I had an opportunity to intern at Bhabha Atomic Reserch Centre, Mumbai. I came here in this city without any accomodation. To find an affordable accomodation in Mumbai on first day was a herculean task for me in metaphorical and literal task as I was carrying two suitcases in my hand and and one backpack. Roaming around in the city , I got to know of a Sindhi Dormitory in Dadar the area which was rocked with blasts 2 days ago. I found a place where I could eat my Rice plate at Rs.25/-.Mumbai has a place for everyone. Mumbai doesnot have space for careless people as well.  I lost my first costly mobile at that time N70 Music Edition in the rains of Mumbai.Ouch!
                                                      Romance:When I was working at Thermax, I used to come here a lot because of meetings. I loved the pace of Mumbai. I always made an attempt to walk ahead in this race, always made an effort to work faster and harder than Mumbai does. Sometimes I had to catch my flights from Mumbai. It was not until last year I discovered the scenic beauty of Necklace when my flight for Delhi was taking off in the Morning and I could actually sea the serenic beauty and formation of clouds early in the morning. It was one flight in which I didnt sleep all the time.
                                                                                       It was only during this time I saw 26/11 it jolted every Mumnbaikar and every Indian. The nightmare didnt budge to come off from Taj making it an unlikely crescent. It was also during these times I witnessed Peace March. It was now that many Mumbaikars were walking in Procession against Corruption to support Anna Hazare.
                                                                                                           Affair: My affair with Mumbai started a little more than a month ago when I resigned from my last company came here to study Full Time MBA at NM. I never had time enough for anything else. It was just a day before when I was in my college that Mumbai was rocked again with 3 blasts one at Dadar, Zhaveri Bazaar and Churney Road. It was a moment when I had this emotional catharsis.It was nothing new to Mumbai but somewhere deep in my heart I wanted Mumbai to react. I wanted something to happen. I wanted every Mumabikar to scream out from the top of his throat to say that Enough is Enough. How much will this city suffer? It was the first time that I was upset with Mumbai.Next morning, I saw everyone rushing to his workplace.I know pace of Mumbai never slows down. Nothing stops the pace of Mumbai . But it was first time I felt that Mumbaikars dont love their Mumbai as much as they used to. It may be the fact because or very oen Home Minister said next day that it was the first untoward incident that happened after 31 months.Is it the news or stastics to be raison d'etere or shall I make it the reason to party around in Malad bar where Mumbai Police will come around to catch us students accusing of indecent behaviour instead of checking the immigration of extremist into the city ready to explod or disrupt the life of city.
                                                            They say you keeping know your partner (here Mumbai) even when you are in affair with her!