Mum Bye

Among the several millions that rush towards a hallucination, I am just one. every step i take ahead leaves behind a mark and to be judged on that mark is what hallucination is. Whenever I have been put into a forgettable place, in the darkness I seek my thoughts, in the cold i seek my destiny, in the black i seek my freedom. Life has its own roller coasters which move on its own beats, rushes on its own fuel, falls on its own might and to be riding on that is what freedom is.

Into another darkness I move now, without a clue which way the roller coaster's going. Every morning I see a bunch of children sleeping on the footpath, dirty, filthy and yet on their faces is a smile that costs them nothing. Right next to them were walking well dressed children going to some big shot school to learn how to get rich, how to stay clean, and how to build footpaths. I wonder which way the roller coaster went for them for inside those heavy bags are expensive notions and on the footpath are worthless dreams. After all, to be on the wrong side of fortune and yet find a reason to smile while the whole world rests on a string of hope is what dream is.

I am now in a city with a 100 million others. Not one soul here cares about that number, not one soul would worry that their lives are as hard as a feather. But within each one here lies a dream, a dream that refuses to fall, on which clings each day of their lives. An unperturbed and an un-quenching thirst to succeed, and an unnerving yet un-erasable will they call Faith. After all, to be walking on a road of unknown lengths holding on to a feather of hope, while hurdles drain away your strength, is what Life is.

Here I am standing on a platform waiting for a train. The train that has delivered the dreams of millions in this city and robbed the millions of many lives. On this platform stand several others like me, waiting for a miracle to change their lives, but deep within they know it well that if every day is a struggle then deep within they are
warriors. Among them I stand without a clue of life or how it will be ahead and all I have is a bag full of notions, a mind full of dreams, a heart that clings on to a hope, and a smile that costs nothing.

As the train finally arrives, I close my eyes and let myself free and let that flow of time take me to the ride of the roller coaster, a roller coaster called Life.

Resume

Cricket
Movies
Facts
Quizzes
History
India
Human Behavior
Geography
Indian Economy
Physics
Politics
Mahabharata
Chess
Minesweeper
Rubiks Cube
Oratory
Writer
Dance
Sing
Fiction
Music
Engineering
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Mathematics
Table Tennis
Tata Consultancy Services
Moodys Corporation
Mahindra & Mahindra
IBM Mainframe
COBOL
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Java
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SQL Server
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Excel VBA
C#.NET
VB.NET
Tally ERP
R Studio
R Shiny
HTML CSS
Trustworthy
Talkative
Friend
Best Friend
Brother
Husband
Son

...and yet an Idiot.

Children of the Sky

There is a child inside every one of you. You just cannot forget the one you were when you used to suck your thumb to find peace, when every new clothing was welcomed with pee, when world peace rested in your mother's arms. Those days may have gone, but you haven't. A part of you still subconsciously wants those wonderful days to return, wants you to age back, wants you to grow down. Your conscious busy overloaded overworked spaceless remorseless mind may put that thought to a halt, but somewhere within yourself you know it very well that given a Time machine the first place where you'd go is your childhood.

And look at where the world has come to now. Gone are the days when the biggest known fight was the one with the local bully over your new cycle, these men have grown up, they behead their enemies in public view now. Gone are the days when you could write whatever you wish in your exams with the only fear being the report card, the report cards have grown up now, they hack bloggers in public view if they don't like what's written by them. Gone are the days when vacations were spent in front of a TV and a video game, these games have grown up now, they bomb your cities with drones and in this game you don't have consoles but Guns, and the harshest reality of this game is that it doesn't come with multiple lives.

"World.. Hold on, Cmon
Everybody in the universe,
World.. Hold on...
One Day you will have to answer
to the children of the sky"

And look at where you have come to now. Gone are the days when you used to cry till you were given the Toy you wanted, the days when the strongest person was the father and the meanest person the brother. The essence of the world now lies in the fact that every moment is a conflict of the child in you with Time, a conflict that the child is losing and you are slowly becoming the devil that was once hidden under the bed. Why else do we turn a blind eye to the random man who fell off his bike in the middle of the road? Why else is understanding Injustice so difficult? why else is the only solution found in the Gun? and finally, Why else do we forget that regardless of where we are from, regardless of the color of the skin or the color of the cap, we are all children of the sky.

In a world where one is known by the God he follows I too am a follower of God, not the one you seek in Temples or Churches or Mosques, but the one who is most ignored, the one god that is so unprivileged that no one even gave him a religion, the one, and probably the only God, the whole world has so easily forgot. I am a follower of the God that lives right next to the child in you, the God that lives in your Mind. The only place where you can grow down, where all violence is futile, where consoles are consoles and report cards are just report cards, the only place in the world where one seeks to have Peace. It is here the greatest battles are decided, the greatest ideas created, the finest methods devised, and this is where your answer lies. The world may have religions, treaties, tariffs, Organizations, Guns, Bombs and Preachers, but in here there is just You. The Mind is that nursery where even your enemy is just a thought away from friendship. Forget the war of the worlds, the war within you that the world rages with your inner child, that is where it needs to end, that is where you need to fight, and that is perhaps the only place where victory matters. Let that child in you live, not because the world deserves forgiveness but because you deserve Peace.
Till then...
"World Hold On...Cmon
Everybody in the universe,
World Hold On...."

Beggerly Hills...

I am not Wind,
I am not Fire,
I am that man
no one's desire.

I am not cool,
I am not hot,
I am that guy
seldom your thought.

I am not geek,
i am not tall,
i am that fool
you'd never call.

i am not loud,
i am not glad,
i am that corner,
which is always sad.

I wish no bad,
for i am no fad
and yet when you saw my ugly face
i am that brother you never had.

i will not know,
for my mind is dead,
as long as life i know is there
i have not sweet I'll have no bread


oh God you see
how far i am
from the man you made
not one I am,
and yet i live on your handmade land
I see not you in a single man.

they see me here, they come to me
look at my face all sad no glee
they throw a coin then at my face
oh coin, poor you, you cannot flee.

they're rich they are with cars and bags
in a heap of filth I lie with rags,
and yet sadly they know inside
their blood is red, and so is mine.

with a coin they flip their kindness off
with no remorse they just walk off
as if i care, as if i were
about to ask them to see off.

In peace I die, not fun or fair
like a rich man dead I lay on flare
and yet here you've made that divide
i die all lone, not a tear to spare


Oh God you see i lie here bare
with not one soul who could just care
they say you live in them as well,
and yet how come I am like this
they call me a beggar, their words I wear.
they call me a beggar, their words I wear.

Je Suis Charlie. Je Suis Alive.

I saw two men. Their faces hidden, their arms swollen. Had guns in their hand, and a chant on their lips, and they were walking towards me in black. In their eyes i saw fear, but in mine they saw religion. They didn't ask me my name. They didn't look around for anyone. They came here with no eyes, for all they saw were infidels, and in their eyes was me.

The last I remember is a cold barrel that was held on my forehead. A finger filled with perspiration touching the trigger, a breath full of regret hitting my eyebrows and the last drop of tear that fell off my chin. I know he saw that drop on the floor, I know his mind must have recorded it, I know his insides felt a cramp as that innocent drop of teary water felt the saddened floor with utmost peace, I know his eyes had seen it all. And yet I don't care what his name was, I don't care where he came from, for the next to fall was me.

There was mercy in his heart, for he wanted to escape. There was chaos in his hands for his shots went haywire. He wanted to kill, but his legs wanted to run away. His lips repeated a name he was trained. Behind every word, he thought, he was reaching closer to his God. But not anymore, for his bullets were real and his God has seen it all. One on the head, one on the hand, one for the little guy who could barely stand. Like a nursery rhyme he shot them all word by word, line by line as if blood was his food and life was his wine. But for every bullet he fired, his trembling fingers had said it all that his mind was dead and to the devil he'd sold his soul. And yet I don't care who he was, I don't care where his God was, for his bullets had then found me.

There is no music in what had just happened, but many heartbeats in there were their last. With every heart that stopped, stopped millions of thoughts that could bring that change to the world. For all those millions around the world who wait for a miracle, that one thought was their last hope. There were no guitars in there, but in there died many strings that held families together. With every string that broke in there, ended a stream of notes that could bring joy to those saddened ears and minds who looked at others with a smile and with a pain filled regret, imagined themselves. There was no voice in there, for all they had were words of a handler who didn't even dare to face the world. I don't care who asked him to, I don't care which song it was, there was no tune in there, for the next to end was me.

In a blink that bullet went through me, In a moment it erased my existence, In a second my life was over, for in the time my lungs could breathe my last, my life was a part of  the past. It feels sad that all my life I had so many goals, so many targets, not many foes and in a blink of an eye I was reduced to a memory. But I don't care who I was, nor do i care who he was, for every Me that was shot in there, Millions today stand for me. I may be dead, I may be gone, but for once I know, be it Charlie, be it Ram, let it known to the dear killer of mine, no matter how many bullets he try, no matter how many children in line, Je Suis Charlie and I will stay alive.