Happy Independence day

Sixty three years of independence has brought so many changes in our system, marked are so many winning occasions tailed with few forgettable moments too. Surpassing one billion mark on its population front, India is still facing major issues like energy, power and infrastructure.

Being a Socialist country, first comes the welfare of society before an individual's. This very logic of putting society's welfare before individuals is causing most of the trouble in its path for a developed nation. A very few readers are accustomed to read such posts of mine, but every word shall be free from the dirt of politics. I defy politics because it ruins the individuality of a person, the one who puts his heart to take this system to a higher level has to pass through the dirty lane of politics, and none has ever come out of it clean.

Taj Mahal is famous all across the globe. People all across the world comes to visit and if you ever have a chance, you must have noticed the disparity in the entry fees for a foreign guy and a local lad. A traveler ends up paying more than one thousand rupees to see the fascinating beauty and an Indian enters its premises for a bare minimum attempting to pluck two or three flowers from a prohibited park. Why is this disparity? Some may agree with the notion that it could help to earn more revenues which can be utilized for the development of our country. Charging an entry fees hundred times more from a foreigner is considered as an act of welfare for our country.

And if cab driver charges twice the actual amount, he is declared a rogue.. These are double standards prevailing all over the India. For the name of society, even the theft of money from a foreigner is justified.

Happy Independence day

Sixty three years of independence has brought so many changes in our system, marked are so many winning occasions tailed with few forgettable moments too. Surpassing one billion mark on its population front, India is still facing major issues like energy, power and infrastructure.

Being a Socialist country, first comes the welfare of society before an individual's. This very logic of putting society's welfare before individuals is causing most of the trouble in its path for a developed nation. A very few readers are accustomed to read such posts of mine, but every word shall be free from the dirt of politics. I defy politics because it ruins the individuality of a person, the one who puts his heart to take this system to a higher level has to pass through the dirty lane of politics, and none has ever come out of it clean.

Taj Mahal is famous all across the globe. People all across the world comes to visit and if you ever have a chance, you must have noticed the disparity in the entry fees for a foreign guy and a local lad. A traveler ends up paying more than one thousand rupees to see the fascinating beauty and an Indian enters its premises for a bare minimum attempting to pluck two or three flowers from a prohibited park. Why is this disparity? Some may agree with the notion that it could help to earn more revenues which can be utilized for the development of our country. Charging an entry fees hundred times more from a foreigner is considered as an act of welfare for our country.

And if cab driver charges twice the actual amount, he is declared a rogue.. These are double standards prevailing all over the India. For the name of society, even the theft of money from a foreigner is justified.

The global market

A dungeon cell confined in the webs of spider. Packed sweets piled upon in layers spread over the front row of table. Bees could be seen humming through the transparent glass beneath the shelf, catching the aroma of sweet dishes kept in the glass shelf.

I laid an eye over the sweet shop round the corner while returning from my office. Walking through the straight road, it had become an act of deliberate ignorance to notice this hub of bees. An elderly woman in her mid-fifties could be seen, trying to wipe out the undesirable flock from her freshly made sweets. No passerby had ever shown a bit of interest in her products, still she pulled up the shutters at sharp 7th hour of clock in the morning. A child, laid in his racked clothes, clinging to the rotten walls of shop whose future seems confined to these four murky corners. Fan circulating the hot humid air across every direction showing no signs of respite under this scorching heat. Least bothered about the customers, mind bogged down shouldering the responsibilities of young minds and dreaming in leisure one day her child would get placed in Boston Consulting group (BCG). The road bore a deserted look as the sun was shedding under the thick clouds hovering over the west, walls stood numb hearing peacefully the echos played upon by the chirping of birds. In the meantime, she could hear the footsteps stepping over the cemented pathway the lucky ones were rushing to home after a long day at office. Miles to cover, hours to work before she could call it a day. As soon as the rays of sun ceased to reach her shop, coloured light filled up the entire room with light burning in yellow tinge gazing through the asymmetric steps of street.

Mapping my steps over the trodden pathway, I glanced over the shop with little interest. Sweets packets were still untouched, wrapped in red glitter paper with a hanging price tag Rs 60/Kg. The mystery of this global market was still unwary of the gullible world..

The global market

A dungeon cell confined in the webs of spider. Packed sweets piled upon in layers spread over the front row of table. Bees could be seen humming through the transparent glass beneath the shelf, catching the aroma of sweet dishes kept in the glass shelf.

I laid an eye over the sweet shop round the corner while returning from my office. Walking through the straight road, it had become an act of deliberate ignorance to notice this hub of bees. An elderly woman in her mid-fifties could be seen, trying to wipe out the undesirable flock from her freshly made sweets. No passerby had ever shown a bit of interest in her products, still she pulled up the shutters at sharp 7th hour of clock in the morning. A child, laid in his racked clothes, clinging to the rotten walls of shop whose future seems confined to these four murky corners. Fan circulating the hot humid air across every direction showing no signs of respite under this scorching heat. Least bothered about the customers, mind bogged down shouldering the responsibilities of young minds and dreaming in leisure one day her child would get placed in Boston Consulting group (BCG). The road bore a deserted look as the sun was shedding under the thick clouds hovering over the west, walls stood numb hearing peacefully the echos played upon by the chirping of birds. In the meantime, she could hear the footsteps stepping over the cemented pathway the lucky ones were rushing to home after a long day at office. Miles to cover, hours to work before she could call it a day. As soon as the rays of sun ceased to reach her shop, coloured light filled up the entire room with light burning in yellow tinge gazing through the asymmetric steps of street.

Mapping my steps over the trodden pathway, I glanced over the shop with little interest. Sweets packets were still untouched, wrapped in red glitter paper with a hanging price tag Rs 60/Kg. The mystery of this global market was still unwary of the gullible world..

I want to fly ..

Only page where i fits in so comfortably is my Blog. The reason still flutters across my mind, which has started showing signs of impatience.

Yesterday, metro seemed missing those standing legs, light shimmering from those thick glasses of metro. Sitting alone, bag resting upon another seat, mind was rendering restlessly over the future and fingers sputtering over the pages of novel. Future holds so many promises for me, I am pretty optimistic, I am God's special one. These hovering clouds shall be scattered very soon, breaking the jinx and sprouting out the seeds of one whole new world for me.

This metro runs the same track everyday, I can't run on it forever. The hissing sound of metro may never cease, but my breaths would surely one day. It creates a chaos everywhere if it doesn't turn up and I shall leave it so peacefully that no one would bother to spare a thought for me. Anxious eyes looks down upon the wrist watch, ticking of heart grows faster with every minute of delay. This mammoth seems lucky itself, God has made it to fit in just one role.

My dreams are beckoning me, holding aloof the torch of dignity. They give meaning to meaningless, makes a sense in Utopian world, holds the charm till eternity. I look over the plain endless blue sky, these birds remind me of my goals visible yet so far. These birds are capricious dreams, keeps drifting as you wander across the globe. And most beautiful ones are the farthest ones.

Lord, give me the strength to fly..I want to fly !!

I want to fly ..

Only page where i fits in so comfortably is my Blog. The reason still flutters across my mind, which has started showing signs of impatience.

Yesterday, metro seemed missing those standing legs, light shimmering from those thick glasses of metro. Sitting alone, bag resting upon another seat, mind was rendering restlessly over the future and fingers sputtering over the pages of novel. Future holds so many promises for me, I am pretty optimistic, I am God's special one. These hovering clouds shall be scattered very soon, breaking the jinx and sprouting out the seeds of one whole new world for me.

This metro runs the same track everyday, I can't run on it forever. The hissing sound of metro may never cease, but my breaths would surely one day. It creates a chaos everywhere if it doesn't turn up and I shall leave it so peacefully that no one would bother to spare a thought for me. Anxious eyes looks down upon the wrist watch, ticking of heart grows faster with every minute of delay. This mammoth seems lucky itself, God has made it to fit in just one role.

My dreams are beckoning me, holding aloof the torch of dignity. They give meaning to meaningless, makes a sense in Utopian world, holds the charm till eternity. I look over the plain endless blue sky, these birds remind me of my goals visible yet so far. These birds are capricious dreams, keeps drifting as you wander across the globe. And most beautiful ones are the farthest ones.

Lord, give me the strength to fly..I want to fly !!

Joy in life !!

Yeah..One more year came and went past silently. Silently hissing down turning pages of life, one more year went past. This year, twenty third year of life taught me something which i couldn't grasp in last 22 years. This human nature is very predictable even under unpredictable situations. Never thought would ever be so ambitious in my life, as i am now. Hope and despair defined the whole world for me and i, maintained a steady pace running between these two extreme poles of human nature. Never ran so frantically as ever as i did; never lost was the goal of my life; never let myself so exposed to bitter realities of life, yet life hopes to stay hopeful..

Never met a person in my whole life, who could unveil the simplicity hidden beyond this complex life. Money kept rolling over the floors of geeks and under the tables of maligned minds. Love kept changing hearts falling over the swaying walk of one and bubbling with dimples of another but was never found in a solace corner of your room. Hard work kept me crawling through the rough trodden lanes, which never lead me to success or wisdom, rather were locked in a soft corner of my heart shackled in the reins of ambitions..of others..

As per the Greek mythology, every one's soul will be asked to confess two things before the almighty to seek a place in heaven.

You ever found joy in your life?

....You ever brought joy to someone else's life??

Heart shrugs it with a big hook, but truth is inevitable. None can bound it in spell of words. A single glitter in the crown of life, everyone running for it with blindfolded eyes, wrapped under the black cloth of materialistic pleasures of earth.

Oh god, made me sound and strong, that this creature of yours will never feel regretful facing you at doors of heaven...

Joy in life !!

Yeah..One more year came and went past silently. Silently hissing down turning pages of life, one more year went past. This year, twenty third year of life taught me something which i couldn't grasp in last 22 years. This human nature is very predictable even under unpredictable situations. Never thought would ever be so ambitious in my life, as i am now. Hope and despair defined the whole world for me and i, maintained a steady pace running between these two extreme poles of human nature. Never ran so frantically as ever as i did; never lost was the goal of my life; never let myself so exposed to bitter realities of life, yet life hopes to stay hopeful..

Never met a person in my whole life, who could unveil the simplicity hidden beyond this complex life. Money kept rolling over the floors of geeks and under the tables of maligned minds. Love kept changing hearts falling over the swaying walk of one and bubbling with dimples of another but was never found in a solace corner of your room. Hard work kept me crawling through the rough trodden lanes, which never lead me to success or wisdom, rather were locked in a soft corner of my heart shackled in the reins of ambitions..of others..

As per the Greek mythology, every one's soul will be asked to confess two things before the almighty to seek a place in heaven.

You ever found joy in your life?

....You ever brought joy to someone else's life??

Heart shrugs it with a big hook, but truth is inevitable. None can bound it in spell of words. A single glitter in the crown of life, everyone running for it with blindfolded eyes, wrapped under the black cloth of materialistic pleasures of earth.

Oh god, made me sound and strong, that this creature of yours will never feel regretful facing you at doors of heaven...

Mannered life..

Is it really worth asking?

Time keeps nothing in its pocket. Things keep changing, people too. Once those clean palms, are now greased up. Those tireless legs are shaking in fear, forehead could sense the droplets of disgust running through the mind, heart ceasing to face the openness of this world. World seems confined to my place. These four blocks could deter the rays of settling sun or beaming moon, but not my thoughts.

"Which team won NBA finals last year?", asked a paper. I pondered over it for few minutes, recalling names of big leagues and shot it back at earliest. May be a year or two from now, I shall not recall the big, golden names. I may not recall the players who tamed fame, those names and fame may wipe out from memory; but shall never hesitate to narrate the ephemeral joys of childhood. Shall never fade those faces of friends, which made this world beautiful. Old lived names of them could bring a joyous smile on my face. The glories of world wars may diminish, but never the scars over the fight with my best friend.

Then why do we run after fame or money? We leave this peaceful and beautiful world, left the bunch of old good friends, left those protective shades of home; for whom? These thoughts persisted in my mind throughout the journey.

Been stuck in this baffled league pooh-poohing over the notorious manners of living, life seems no better than a Mercedes Benz.

A banner said : You can't tame this engine, but we have taught it some manners !!

Mannered life..

Is it really worth asking?

Time keeps nothing in its pocket. Things keep changing, people too. Once those clean palms, are now greased up. Those tireless legs are shaking in fear, forehead could sense the droplets of disgust running through the mind, heart ceasing to face the openness of this world. World seems confined to my place. These four blocks could deter the rays of settling sun or beaming moon, but not my thoughts.

"Which team won NBA finals last year?", asked a paper. I pondered over it for few minutes, recalling names of big leagues and shot it back at earliest. May be a year or two from now, I shall not recall the big, golden names. I may not recall the players who tamed fame, those names and fame may wipe out from memory; but shall never hesitate to narrate the ephemeral joys of childhood. Shall never fade those faces of friends, which made this world beautiful. Old lived names of them could bring a joyous smile on my face. The glories of world wars may diminish, but never the scars over the fight with my best friend.

Then why do we run after fame or money? We leave this peaceful and beautiful world, left the bunch of old good friends, left those protective shades of home; for whom? These thoughts persisted in my mind throughout the journey.

Been stuck in this baffled league pooh-poohing over the notorious manners of living, life seems no better than a Mercedes Benz.

A banner said : You can't tame this engine, but we have taught it some manners !!

Last four months introduced me to an exemplary personality. Though i have got tons to write; may it be my ever-going struggle for higher education or for achieving my dreams.

Everything will fall in its place at right time.

This page, seems strange, the same page which had supported me in all my times, mingling of words, power of explanations, endless interpretations of life, those days of joy and humming nights..nothing is lost !!

I shall write again..with all my heart !!

Last four months introduced me to an exemplary personality. Though i have got tons to write; may it be my ever-going struggle for higher education or for achieving my dreams.

Everything will fall in its place at right time.

This page, seems strange, the same page which had supported me in all my times, mingling of words, power of explanations, endless interpretations of life, those days of joy and humming nights..nothing is lost !!

I shall write again..with all my heart !!