People Alive!!

Cinema has coalesced with itself many a magical powers. The plausible example being the multiplex crowd being drawn to watch the predicament of farmers in Peepli l live.
So what’s the magic in the entire process-> a good script, Amir Khan’s banner , realistic cast, rustic music, meaningful lyrics and thought provoking theme. Well , this is what life should be like when people from abject poverty like Natha come centre stage, when villages revive the incandescent glow which cities have, When the HAVE Not's share the same space as the Haves.
But Alas, the brief reign of the cult which Natha embodied would be over. The old fool would come to his own again. It was only in air conditioned havens  that they were equal.For some time  Peepli will be in news, Natha may further be glorified with awards and accolades but the farmers and their plight, the misery and squalor , would remain same..
Days, months and years have elapsed where still “Roti, Kapda Makaan” are the core issues which grips one of the fastest growing economies in the world.From yesteryears ManojKumar’s  depiction of farmers plight to Today’s Amir , what really has changed is the great divide between the city dwellers and farmers.
The so called “thought provoking” stuff that we witness seldom retains its charm for “we”( of which even I am an inseparable part) go back to our cocoons and have our sheltered existence.
We have been looking for benefits not essentials.We breathlessly haste in transporting gold to our graves that we forget that:
“ If the rich don't share their riches with the poor
the poor shall share their poverty with their riches”.
We are part of that community who censures politicians, media, practically everyone. We have become so complacent that we cease to realise that even we can contribute.
For every grain we waste,
   Remember there are millions dying of hunger….
For every new expenditure made
    Remember there are millions who cannot afford a roof above.
So films will come and go , but the real blockbuster would be when people become alive, become sensitive and contribute to our society as a whole.

THE DEEP SLUMBER

I was asleep in the abode of flesh, bones and blood. How strange that body

Was living, but the soul, the inner self, was somewhat in slumber.

In the garb of various responsibilities, I played different roles, meandering

through different characters. The plot of life, had many under plots, each

being a story in itself. I was breathing the air which the characters were breathing:

a dutiful daughter, a respectable wife, a protective sister, an honest employee, a

loving mother. For some roles the script was written, for some I had to bake a

new one.

I mastered the accents of different characters. I got drunk with the thoughtless ambitions to achieve different goals. I rehearsed all subjects of mental faculties, and after being eloquent with the term was given different degrees. In some scenes I did impress, some episodes went unnoticed. All thoughts, all passions, all delights , all jealously, all rivalry,

all trials, all tribulations whatever stirs the mortal being…I lived it.

But now, after aching every atom of my body, paralyzed by the real script writer up there

…I sit alone. I did most of what could be done. The sunset is very near now.

 The drama is over. there were tense scenes and  intervals of relaxation and now my story

will have the inevitable THE END.

I look back and ponder was this the best performance that could be delivered. Well, I,

did my part , the rest the script writer and the producer, created so many unfavorable

Situations. If only I were not sick, not cheated, but it was what was written in the script.

But I have no regrets I did everything that could be done.

Suddenly awakened by a voice, that was perhaps never heard.

“Yes dear, you succumbed to all hurdles which life could give

you. But you forgot the epicenter of life. Your soul. You very well

Morphed from a Human Being to Human Doing. For a doer can just do

but if you are a being , you will realize , life itself is teemed with uncertainties,

its your ability how you respond.”

I was suddenly silenced .I realized I have pointed fingers. But today I finally I am

Awakened by truth..

“I am the center of my life

  And like every architect

 I built my building called life

And it will stand on the stands of time.”  

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My view or rather heading is nebulous enough for u to gauge what actually is in my head. A couple of perfunctory attempters might have thought that this writer, Bloger to be more precise has suddenly given away or set free from the mouse trap.
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Weathering : The Chaturs of all times should stop taxing their nerves and consider this as some process of disintegration of rocks due to changing environment .By this I mean to be a lil more responsive towards our environment. The poly bags, the extra tube light flickering, the chloro-Fluro –Carbons’ multifarious avatars should if not shunned but at least be curtailed. This isn’t a utopian thought and can definitely be picked up.

Make over, under, wherever: Let not you ideas die virgin, let them be touched and be produced, brought to life. Imagine, innovate and make them possible.

Bolo RAM : Nah, I am not lamenting over the genre of Hindutva Ideologies. Here ram is that memory space which is expanding from KB’S TO GB’S.So refresh, restore and bolo RAM, Bolo RAM.

Taste FLOWERS: Now that you are aware that these tags are my idiosyncrasies ,by tasting flowers I mean , our taste buds have the power to blossom .Do not leave them un blossomed by eating the stereotypical menu. Try out the wackiest one, maybe you find a New “MY FAVOURITE DISH” or a renewed liking for your old one.

Net & working: There was a time when paparazzi were only for the biggies but now even the Mango Man has them in plenty. Thanks to the “SOCIAL” element in internet where the walls of private and public disintegrate in thin air.
So let your scribes and describes be a bit more cautious. For every freedom comes with a responsibility.

Channel Change : sometimes the most insignificant channels give you some content to watch like I found Peace Urdu TV. Not that I am going it follow it full throttle but when you are just flipping over, see through.

Butter shutter: Let the fats and flabs lose their dominance in your life. It is said that in the journey of raw materials to final product, every process does value addition to the commodity. But the food ,contradictorily, loses its essence if processed. So let your Jaw have a bit more Raw.

Faith lift: I don’t know about the wrinkles of your epidermis but the wrinkles of worries and depression can definitely be straightened by a little faith lift .Faith has that buoyant force that can keep you afloat in the turbulent waters of uncertainties.

So the followers of the "same" and “nothing new” pull up your socks to experiment. Let not your spinal chords be drooped with burden, let then have some back pack to explore a new destination .Let not your limbs break with osteoporosis ,footloose to a new beat, Just not earn , but learn and
LOUW YOUR EXISTENCE.

Once upon a time

Once upon a time sunrise meant the start of the day and sunset meant the end But today the day is divided into shifts and a 7-8 hour sleep is a luxury.

Once upon a time politicians were leaders, examples rather than percepts,aching every
muscle to work for the welfare and for the politician of today the picture is dark and deep,and promises to glibly lie through their teeth and miles you go, the government sleeps and miles you go ,the government sleeps.

Once upon a time knowledge was a part of the privileged few and ignorance was bliss.
But today information is overloaded and u copy,u write

Once upon a time the music was about instruments and their strings.Today its about mixing and digital sync

Once upon a time beauty was skin deep and blossomed in youth and lost its sheen with age ,However inherently stayed ,for every stage had its beauty.But today Beauty is about another B..Botox, chopping, enhancement,the lifts and the lasers try to camouflage the original.

Once upon a time when eyes did all the talking ,passion lurked behind the walls of values.Today expression is bold and loud;living in ,sleep out...where in a moment
"I LOVE YOU" to another "we are GOOD FRIENDS"...and your relationship status changes from single, committed or complicated.

Once upon a time where marriage was an institution but today the ties don't bind you that well..where marriage has something extra.. you swap,you divorce to be freed from the burden of vows and become a fiddler with fidel
HAI APNA DIL TO AAWARA NA JAANE KIS KIS PE AAYEGA

Once upon a time work used to be about integrity and worship .Today its about incessant growth and nomadic life.Nomads were there even in yesteryear s But the deluge of opportunities make your life a wanderer ,in search for MORE ,MORE AND MORE.

Once upon a time when yogis used to lead an ascetic life, in austerity ,simplicity and denial of life's pleasures .Today the yogis are of different kind, to get down to size zero, to augment their pleasures of the bed .

Once upon a time NEWS was to inform, to state ,to educate.Today news is always "BREAKING" so that there are enough fissures for viewers to peep in.

Once upon a time there was fresh air to breathe and clean water to drink.But a gill less specie gained power and changed the dynamics of life.When protocols are made and dismantled but an entire specie ,the intelligent one,drains its own resources.

But then such is life, at a point where it is implacable,it gives you a hope that the present state has also come from the same root which it once was.
In the vein of confession, we might have become complacent with such a life where money could have given all pleasures but loses its essence.Lets go back to our roots and learn little lessons which have been forgotten and trashed.

THE WAIT

In the cacophony of the bustling city life , where the compulsive achievers never rest for the fulfillment of their insatiable desires; where the two arms of the clock seem to give each other a competition,there is a world which is stagnant , still like a pond....
* A Lover waiting for his proposal to be accepted.
"who knows how long I've loved you, you know I will
love you still.Will I wait for a lovely lifetime
if you want me to,I will"
* The speculative stock broker waiting to learn the language of the Bulls n Bears,
to change the curve of his gains.
"Waiting is a trap.There will be reasons to wait.The truth is that there
are only two things in life reasons and results and reasons simply don't
count"
*The expecting mother waiting for the fetus to come out of her warm abode.
*The deceived victim waiting frantically for justice to be resorted.
"Therefore is judgement far from us ,neither doth justice overtake us,
We wait for light,But behold obscurity,for brightness but wait in darkness"
*The passenger waiting for the tardy train to carry him to his destination
* A neglected child waiting to be cuddled with love and warmed with care
"I am nobody's child, Nobody's child
Just like a flower Nobody's child
No mummy kisses . no Daddy smiles
Just like a flower Nobody's child
*The brave wife waiting for her husband to come back from the borders
*The hopeful aspirant waiting for the Rank,to taste the fruit of his labour
"I couldn't wait for success
So i went ahead without it"
*The helpless farmer waiting for the brightness of the mighty sun to be defeated by dark black clouds.
*The demure damsel waiting for some Prince charming to be tied till eternity
"Women are like apples on tree...the best ones are on the top.the
men dont want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid
of failing and dont want to get hurt instead.They just get the rotten
apples from the ground which are not good but easy.So the apples at the top
think something is wrong with them,when in reality they are amazing.
They just have to wait for the right man to come along,all the way to the
top because they value quality"
*The incorrigible patient waiting for some mercy to be bestowed upon him to relieve him from the clutches of never healing disease.

Wait is just not a pause...but a hope to change form,to be accomplished,to be cured,tobe recognized,to be loved to be settled.Nevertheless it is said-
" Life ia all about timing,the unreachable becomes reachable,the unattainable
...attainable..Have the patience ,wait it out,its all about timing"
So to end it the best Quote will be-
"The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon,but we wait so long
to begin"

SETTING FREE...

Life has many attachments,responsibilities towards our relations , our society .My life in particular was burdened by a very different stigma..to be a girl child of a widowed mother.19th August,1995 the day when my father went away without even saying goodbye...took with him my childhood, my innocence.

I was lucky to be bestowed by a mother of strong will and someone who had the zest for life.Being the elder daughter i realized that I had to be strong and I learnt the art not to reveal my thoughts, my pain, my grief as a whole.

Destiny took the bread earner of our family.However things weren't that bad .We shifted to our paternal home and my mother started playing the multifaceted role of being the daughter in law, the mother and the father of her two little daughters.
The latter part was quite an ordeal because when bringing up two daughters as a single mother you always have to guard them.

If you were to notice the periphery of my life as a whole, you would say i had everything: a lavish bungalow, servants,drivers, best of education, clothing;if not in excess then definitely not deprived.
But deep inside,the core of my life,the story is not so rosy as it seems.How the loss of one male member changes life completely.When a woman becomes independent and starts taking life in the best of spirits ,the guards of society try their level best to tarnish her impeccable image .When you are deprived ,all the help that comes, does not mean it has come without intentions ..The fragility of a woman is so immense that only she knows how to project her tensile strength.

I have seen my mother bearing the brunt of societal pressures , meandering through different roles all alone, but in return all that she would hear is complaints.
I have heard those words and I still refrained from speaking. Many times people related have spoken and have spoken anything they wanted and I kept a blank face.It is said that silence is golden but my silence did not feel noble. I was ashamed of my cowardice.As the norms of society are that good girls don't retaliate ,I confined myself in keeping mum and showing self control.

I have done my brooding and the guilt of not doing enough rises in me like bile so that i might lose the appetite of life.The inhibitions of being a daughter compel me to think that my purpose may not be achieved.Today, I recreated from my pen and relived my sorrows not for some self pity or to taint anyone black. I know that I have become sensitive not through my sensibility but because of my experience.
No other person can understand someones grief unless one has experienced it.I have done this to set myself free of a great emotional baggage..to come out of the claws of my haunting past.

I am a stronger person now,whose decisions would not stand testimony to conservative thinking .I am out of the greyness of that reality where girls have to sacrifice their ambitions , their ideologies to show that they adhere to the principles of society . I am setting free , so that i do not deprive myself of enjoying my existence;Graduating from the school of values and striking the balance to control the rudder of my lifeboat.