Sunday, 30 September 2012

Obsessed with looks O.o


Oh no, I don’t love myself! Umm…yes, I do but not too obsessed with the idea of “I, me & myself”. You know what everyone of us somehow seems to be in love with the idea of “In love with myself”. These days now, even those tiny tots want to look their bests wherever they go whether to their friends’ birthday parties, family outings, schools, etc. In fact, the best-est of all is  those so-called “fat-Indian-weddings” (where on one side ladies are busy in showcasing their expensive saris/outfits and jewelleries to their friends, on the other side kiddies are all very well dressed-up to the level of perfection).

Well it’s not their mistake, it’s just that we all, as human beings, are obsessed with the word “perfection”, even if this “perfection” drags us towards the depth of the well of “narcissism or self-obsession” and suffocates our real identities. This ‘real identity’ is somewhere lost or buried in each of us, though it is searchable  yet at times we all are scared to push it outside. Perhaps, sometimes we get too comfortable with this ‘I, me & myself’ identity of ours that we don’t want to be concerned with anybody else around.

I don’t wanna sound too preachy but ‘Can we just not live with our true self/identity?’ and let alone the world & its people keep frowning as they like to!!

So lately, I read about this article in a magazine which says that ‘Looking good’ & ‘Good-looking’ are two different things. Yeah, I mean that’s quite obvious for everybody to know its meaning but what I’m trying to show you the true picture is that even if you’re good-looking, people wouldn’t compliment you by saying ‘Hey, you’re good-looking’. Instead they would say ‘Hey, you’re looking good’. Now, you would say that probably those “Looking good” compliments could be outta people getting jealous of other people’s ‘Good-looking’ features. Well that could also be true or maybe not or maybe, the obsession with the ‘artificial/unreal identity’ overpowers the ‘real’ one in today’s time.

Real or unreal, the discussion will go on and on….Some in favour, some in against. Narcissism/Cockiness, at times, could prove to be beneficial by helping people in taking risks in life with a pinch of cockiness but never in the long-run. You know it’s really annoying to see people blabbering all the time about nothing but just about them. It’s nothing but like insecurity’s killing those narcissists’ ego and their so-called “status” (I always wondered if they had any in real).

It’s not like that you should stop loving yourself. No, of course not, you should love yourself irrespective of people’s dreary judgement about you ‘cuz that way the respect for yourself will safeguard you and your personality from this hypocritical society and its “gracious” people!

Now, I know why so many people change their selves when they enter adulthood, why despite knowing that they’re doing wrong not to others but only being harsh on themselves is the reason that they’ve hearts of a small kid who want nothing but only love & affection from people, who’s although greedy for materialistic things in life yet at the same time he’s needy for approval, support & motivation from his loved ones; he, who, wants the world to know his story and wants to hear stories every day.

Sometimes, we, as adults, feel scared to be left alone which is very much like insecurity in itself and this flame of insecurity burns our hearts of marshmallows. (Well, even those marshmallows need a flame of fire for us to be able to eat them). Like it or not but we all tend to like grey shades in our character/life, the days of black & white era seems to be gone afar. ‘Grey’ is here to ‘stay’. Say bye to black & white! (Earlier, they used to be called racists for differentiating between blacks & whites. For the greys, what would they be called? Gracists? Huh?)

Me signing off.

Have fun doing whatever you desire.

Cherish & Relish every moment!!

Uttam Kchama...(Forgivness)


(On the occasion of my friend "jain people" festival asking for forgiveness)



I'm sorry for everything you've been through

It must've been very hard on you
I'm sorry for all that's been said and done
I was the moon, you were the sun
I'm sorry for not making everything right
But the situation I was in, was very tight
I'm sorry for not lending you a hand
If only I could be a better friend
I'm sorry if it seemed like I didn't care
Lucky for you, your special- someone was there
I'm sorry for breaking your heart
For forgiveness, where do I start?

Saturday, 22 September 2012

Light's darkest Side !!


I walked. I was humming a song to myself. A sad song- Bleeding Love. The singer was pining for her beloved. She spoke of how they keep trying to pull her away, but her then she kept bleeding love, because her lover had cut her open. I thought I could relate to her, except that I was bleeding blood. The gash I’d inflicted upon my wrist was slowly but steadily draining my veins. I was glad though, that I could not see it. It was too dark for the trickling red drops to be visible.

Suddenly, I stumbled against something. The thing woke up with a start. It was a homeless boy, probably my age, sleeping on the pavement, wrapped up in tethers- his version of a blanket. He looked at me and smiled. What could possibly make him smile in the dead of the night after being rudely awakened, I asked him. He was dreaming a beautiful dream, he said- one in which he could sleep for as long as he wanted. One in which he did not have to wake up at 4 am to walk to the brick kiln to work all day long and make his way to a slow death from dust poisoning. He asked me, “Yeh subah hoti kyun hai”?

I smiled at him and tried to move on. But the pain in my wrist was beginning to numb me. I wanted to walk ahead, but as long as there was even a little bit of life was left in me, I was a slave to the commands of my body. I leaned against an ambulance parked nearby. I looked at its insides. It was one of those well-equipped ones, with life support systems and a very comfortable looking bed. I couldn’t help but wonder, how many lives did this ambulance help save everyday? Ten? Twenty? Fifty? The life support system, that soft bed- did they really matter when you were dying? At night, the ambulance was just another vehicle, waiting patiently for the emergency to occur the next morning. If it had a mind, would it have wanted the sun to rise the next day, bringing with it yet another crisis? Somebody’s mother, somebody’s brother, somebody’s child battling for life… the ambulance saw all this everyday. I wonder if it ever got as sick of its life as I had gotten of mine.

The blood from my wrist was still dripping. I looked around. I could see the silhouette of my city against the night sky. The city I loved. The city that I hated. It looked beautiful now. All I could see was the minaret of the mosque nearby, with a huge statue of a Hindu God in the background. I had never seen a sight more divine, more touching. I was thankful to the darkness of the night, for I had seen what the same scene would look like in the daylight.

Suddenly, I saw a light go on in the minaret of the mosque. I heard the azzan begin, and realized that dawn was breaking. My body had gone completely numb, and I felt the last dregs being sucked out of the
cup that was my life. I lay down on the street, when
suddenly somebody stumbled against my body.

It was the brick-kiln boy- the boy who loved sleeping, the boy who hated daylight, for that meant working in inhuman conditions. He was in a hurry, he did not recognise me. Besides in the dark I doubt he’d seen my face too well. Suddenly I wished I had not slashed my wrist. I wanted to live. I turned my face to look at the Hindu God behind the mosque- In the pink light of daybreak, I could see the idol that had been defaced by the members of the community whose mosque the Hindus had painted black during a communal riot. I asked Him to send the driver of the ambulance to me, to take me to a hospital where I could be saved. But no miracle happened.

Later in the day, as the sun shone down upon the city, bathing it in a warm light, people found my lifeless body lying next to the ambulance.

Thursday, 20 September 2012

BH@R@t B@NdH

Vo Taalo Ka Latakna...Vo Rally Ki Bahar..,
Vo Bus Ko Aag Lagana...Vo Maarpit Ka Samachar..,
Vo Train Rokna...Vo Aam Logo Per Prahar…,
Mubarak Ho Aap Ko "Bharat Bandh" Ka Tyohar…!!!

Iss Bandh Ke Tyohar Se Kya Hasil Hoga!!!!!!
10 se 13 Hajar Crore ka Nuksaan aur Kahte Hai Bandh Safal Hoga…
Maheghai Virodh Andolan, Samarthako ke Bhukh Hadtal Se Jyada Safal Hota…
Itna Anaj aur Bharat Ka Nuksan Bachta…

Mera Bharat Mahan !!!!!!

Monday, 10 September 2012

secret ,|,,


Got a secret, can you keep it?
swear this one you'll save.
better lock it, in your pocket,
taking this one to the grave.
when I show you, i know you,
won't tell what I said, cause two can keep a secret,
when one of them is dead...dead...dead..."RIP"

Sunday, 9 September 2012

smoke to Deadly Death

(...Dedicated to suffocating night...created by my friend Pankaj Kalita...while smoking...)


Cigarette in my hand...I feel like a man...
It gives me the confidence...that "I can"...

You don't agree...?? wait till I show you...
Its importance - then you won't argue...


I need it with my breakfast toast...
To supply me the vitamins I need the most...

I need it when I enter my work-place...
To give me the energy to match the pace...

I need it after my lunch...
To increase the digestion after the munch...

I need it in my coffee break...
And that's just for keeping me awake...

I need it with my evening snacks...
To lift my verve when it sags...

I need it when I leave for the day...
to relax after the tortuous play...

I need it when I move around with friends...
to get the "kick" and feel the trends...

I need it after my dinner...
To adieu my day as a winner.

On my way to glory...

I overlook the statutory warning written on the pack...
For my valour - I should be given a pat on my back.

I feed gallons of smoke to my neighbour...
Can anyone else boast of such a favour ??

An apple a day keeps the doctors away...
The doctors then,won't have any say.
I keep the doctors busy n working...
The apple would have left them sulking.

I contribute heavily in the government's revenues...
which help them venture the different avenues...

And you want me to quit smoking ??
I am sure you must be joking.

I am happy the way I am.
I'm no saint up above the hills.
And if at all I decide to quit...
What'll happen to the company called KinGs ?? 




WARNING: Cigarette smoking is injurious to health