November 26, 2008 is a date etched into too many memories to count. The intangible scars take more time to fade but what are we really doing about the tangible ones?
Mumbai, the financial capital of India and the victim of ten shooting and bombing attacks on the abovementioned date. Life indeed came to a standstill for the city for the three days terror gripped them. The pain of the subway attacks hadn’t precisely faded and misery came knocking again. Why weren’t we prepared? Why weren’t we better equipped for an attack? These questions were asked at that time as well but the lack of answers still haunts. And now we stand almost a year later and the scenario still aches if not more.
Even if you sit in Leopold’s and survey the hustle- bustle of the market or you stop by to grab a slice of blueberry pie from wich latte, this part of Colaba neighbourhood in all its glory still shows smears of the darkness. Be it the bullet marks in Leopold or the guarded cautious glances you catch being thrown across the shoulders they are all a reminder. Taj Hotel with its rigorous security checks and a stone in memory of all those who lost their lives, functions every day but one glance at the sky at the main gate shows you smears of the blood and the recollection comes swiftly.
Ajmal Kasab, the only living accused captured is still undergoing trial. The proceedings started on May 6, 2009. While we were flooded with assurances of him receiving extreme death penalty, what conclusions can be drawn from him still being here? The drama doesn’t seem to end. It might have started with his lawyer’s house being pelted and her giving up the case and another lawyer stepping in. the flip flop about his nationality seems to amuse most. The politics and blame game became more highlighted with Chidambaram’s latest statement. But does the public really need to be reminded of the tragedy by reading about his demands for perfume and evening walks or him shifting jails? Starting with DNA tests to determine his age, the absurdity of it all seems to escape the notice of too many.
David Headley’s arrest on October 3rd is a feat no less but now the flames are rising and who from Bollywood might get burnt hasn’t been disclosed yet. Emran Hashmi has denied all allegations and Rahul Bhatt is doing the same. This recent slur has created quite a storm. Mahesh Bhatt’s son is a fitness instructor and has reiterated his cooperation with the police. So close to the heels of the ghastly event completing one whole year, Bollywood’s glitz is scraping open wounds.
Shivraj Patil, the home minister of India who had resigned taking "moral responsibility" for the incident continues to be a member of the Rajya Sabha. He is still a respected functionary of his party. Although he valued his wardrobe more than the nation’s suffering at that time apparently, Ashok Chavan, the current Chief Minister of the state values Patils’ opinion still. Congress - NCP combine the serving government during the terror attacks continue to be in power. Vilasrao Deshmukh the Chief Minister at the time of Mumbai attacks is now the Minister of Heavy Industries and Public Enterprises and by all accounts enjoying being a cabinet minister. RR Patil, the home minister who had resigned from his post in the aftermath of the Mumbai attacks, has been reinstated as the home minister. What really has changed? Our political parties and leaders are faring the same way, it is only the one who steps into the crowded subway repressing the fear.
Are we enlightened? Currently only of the fact that a police officer goofed up in labeling articles that were seized from Taj Hotel and Nariman House. Aren’t we careful?
While we all wonder are we ready, the waves at Gateway of India continue to crash and the crowd at Leopold’s continues to cheer, a tear is wiped away by the mourners.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Apology and a foodies contribution
I sincerely apologise for my oh so long absence. I don't want to cite excuses so I will just rely on the generosity of your heart to forgive me. So let me upload an article I wrote recently and give you options to eat in Vasant Kunj.
Eat your heart out in Vasant Kunj
Amidst the splendor of DLF Emporio, Grand Hotel and TERI University, lies one of Delhi’s most posh colonies: Vasant Kunj. Jawaharlal Nehru University and Vasant Vihar are its neighbours. South Delhi’s prominent neighbourhood was Sushmita Sen’s own home place and one of the closest residential areas to Indira Gandhi International airport. But this sprawling region has a few places tucked in for a foodie’s palate. Ignoring the obvious choices in the malls and hotels, make your way to these small diamonds hidden in the mines.
Chinese:
Nan King
One of the most popular cuisines and Delhi’s most favoured food is available here as well. Vasant Kunj is the locale in which Nanking is situated. A king’s meal is precisely what they offer. Nanking is one of the few places which are not so far out of the common man’s reach and the fare is simply splendid. If what you are looking for is non- ‘chinjabi’ food, this is the place to go to. The restaurant is stylishly decorated and serves the eclectic flavours, Chinese food lovers demand. It is not light on the pocket but it is not going to burn a hole either. A meal for two can cost anywhere between Rs.1200 to Rs.1500 but don’t let your stomach rule or the weight in the pocket can turn into a roaring rip. Don’t even think about leaving without trying the vegetarian steamed wontons which arrive on a simmering pot and tantalize the taste buds. Non vegetarians need not fret because where it lacks in creativity for the vegetarians it makes up in the exotic menu it presents for your ilk. Red Snapper fish, softshell crabs, Tiger prawns, Roast Pork Chilly are just a few that will make you come back again. While the Nanking feast is basically stewed rice, the claypot rice is a delicacy in itself. Don’t bother to get your chopsticks (they will give you a pair) just rush to get a bite of this sumptuous spread.
China Bowl
Delhi food in its true colour is street food and there are many who will swear by ‘chinjabi’ food and balk at the idea of bland Chinese. If you fall into this group, don’t worry China Bowl is here to serve. This van is parked at the entrance of Ansal Shopping Arcade in the middle of two florists and still the aroma from them overpowers the one the flowers emanate. This is where your true love for food comes to test. You will ignore the grime and the questionable chefs and just concentrate on the food. You will not be disappointed. The quantity is more than you can handle and the price for a meal for two is less than what 5 litres of petrol costs you. Typical of all hawker vans that are common in residential colonies, this one lives up to the image to the hilt. Everything is available half plate, a lot of noise, service in cars and excessive spices. The chilly paneer dry at Rs.70 is a must in your selection of appetizer. The menu has equal listings under the vegetarian and non vegetarian columns. The mixed Singapore chowmein at Rs.65 is surprisingly well prepared keeping the joint in mind but with the wintry chill just setting in, the thukpas in the range on Rs.50- Rs.65 can become your buddies to wade through the weather. Just call and hear them say hello.
Mughlai:
Flaming Mustard
This restaurant on Aruna Asaf Ali Marg surely will fan your appetite. A quaint staircase leads you to this three cuisine serving place. An ex Maurya chef adds to their glamour quotient but the warmth of a family restaurant simply radiates and invites you in. Away from the glares of shopping arcades or malls although it is right opposite Fortis Hospital but be assured you won’t run there because of them. Italian, Chinese and Indian (they call it that instead of Mughlai) are presented with aplomb here. While the garlic breads, creamy mushroom pasta and lamb shepherd pie rule the Italian portion, three treasure vegetables in ginger sauce, Crispy Baby Corn Mushroom and Shredded chicken in black bean sauce reign the Chinese section. The Indian quite simply takes the cake away and devours it. The golden corn and paneer seekh is simply delicious and adequately priced at Rs.175. The murgh malai kebab is prepared so well, it can bring tears to a true foodie’s eyes while the succulent chicken and spices explode the taste in your mouths. Chicken burra and Dal meloni are two other things that your order can’t be finalized without. The naans are crispy and perfect for accompanying the gravies. Gulab jamun or Italian cake is your choice. Load up the family car, drive down and your family of four can walk away with a full belly and a bill of Rs.1500.
Rahim’s Mughal Darbar
This one promises to be a royal meaty affair. Although they have branches in kalkaji, West Patel Nagar and dwarka, residents of vasant kunj are regulars at this joint. When you hear the name, your mind rolls back to media coverage of the name controversy with the age old karim’s of Jama Masjid but don’t let this bog you down. At the entrance, a well dressed durbaan (guard) and a gramophone greet you. The setting is simple and the music is from the radio. But the food is fit for a feast. Nothing against their paneer but make the most of your visit, leave the vegetarians behind and as peace offering take their delicious phirni priced at Rs.35 back for them. A meal for two at this non vegetarian heaven will be Rs.750 but worth every penny if you know what to order. The shahjani kebab and tandoori barra are a lip smacking start to what promises to be a great meal. Savour the taste and move on to Karahi Murgh Peshawari, Jahangiri murgh and Firdausi Qorma. Their biryanis are their crowning glory as they were proud hosts of a biryani festival sometime back so whether it’s the Zafrani or the Matka biryani that you chose to have, do eat your fill. Baqarkhani (Sheer Maal) is a delicacy in itself; some bread is just made that way while the tandoori rotis are enticing as well akin to Rahim’s only.
Rocky’s Chick ‘N’ Fish
This bird is flying high. It is not everyday you call a open air dhaba cum restaurant and a fluent English speaking 25 year old picks up the phone but that’s how it is at this eatery. Neighbour to the above mentioned china bowl, they have a seating arrangement for 24 people and a visible to all tandoor. Recently they expanded to Chinese cuisine but mughlai is the clear winner here. The chicken lehsuni tikka is the best of the lot. Mutton dahi wala is a promising part of the menu. Vegetarians need not fret at this joint as they offer many options to them as well. The mutter methi malai is the tonic every vegetarian needs to taste. A meal for two here is Rs400.
Sweet tooth:
Stressed spelt backwards is dessert. A much needed end to a good meal. While the restaurants have their own fare, you can step into DLF Place Promenade for gelato, nirula’s for icecream or in Angel’s in my kitchen for a pastry but if you are interested in what Vasant Kunj’s indigenous bakeries have to offer get into the vehicle of your choice or march afoot to grab your share of sweetness.
New Cake Palace:
Definitely the new kid on the block but it is already popular with its eye grabbing display board and attentive staff. The chocolate truffle simply melts in your mouth. If you are not in the mood for the usual, go ahead and try strawberry, blueberry or butterscotch at Rs.25 a piece it surely won’t hurt. The walnut finger is something which you won’t find at any neighbourhood bakery and it costs you only Rs.10 more than the strawberry. The bakery section is well stocked and the masala garlic bread alongwith the assorted cookie pack are hot favourites they tell me.
Bunny’s Pastry Shop
Some shops are so old and integral to your lives, you forget to deviate. That is the case with bunny’s. Central Market, Masudpur is home to this shop. A large area with good lighting works well to display their products. With a wide variety of chocolates, rusks, cookies and snacks. It is the big daddy in this neighbourhood. A chocolate pyramid costs you Rs.22 and serves its purpose. But have their kiwi pastry if you want to taste something different. Nothing is more than Rs.40 in the snacks and pastry section but serves everyone in the family. Waltz in and out with a bag of gastronomic goodies.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Disgusting Despicable Men
I needed time to collect my thoughts on this and then get my laptop to write this.
I let all of it simmer since morning. And finally took the time out to write and hopefully express some of my feelings on the subject. A question that I know has bothered and rendered sleepless nights to women over centuries. What makes men quite simply men?! What makes them these, disgusting, weak, pathetic, horrible, sick, useless, perverse wastes of humanity?! Seriously Why? As women we are entitled to our lives. But everyday, every minute we ignore or experience eve teasing. Even in the mildest form it is disgusting and violation. These puny, sick, ruled by parts other than their brains, puke worthy men exude it with such gusto you would think they were getting medals. Agreed the question wouldn't be answered in a thesis and would leave as frazzled as before. As a person who walks on the streets everyday and uses public transport to travel I am well aware of the Delhi men and what they consider their wily ways. Isn't it true? I mean who else but seriously demented Delhi men would consider changing lanes in fast moving traffic to honk at you and make lewd gestures, who else would fathom making loud kissing noises across the street, who else would drive with their heads swiveling in your direction and the cherry on the top who else would consider it flattering to the female population!? Except these forms of vermin my friends. I am sure they walk back home with puffed up chests and expect applause. Pea brained pus balls. But to get back to the public transport bit. Many of my classmates would agree that they face worse men everyday and I surely can't disagree. Yes. Unfortunately they are like cockroaches. Everywhere. I have experienced it too and have learned to pick my battles and ignore the others. But today seems to have stuck and thus I vent. I walk ten minutes to get an auto/bus everyday.As I made the familiar journey today I encountered a specimen of the race which I wouldn't step on If it was in front of me. After all I love my shoes. Since I had committed the crime of wearing a knee length skirt I expected the stares. But since this is my residential area I just shrugged and kept walking. The surprise came when the moron actually clicked me with his cronies and these people would not even know how to spell cronies If I went and asked. Now my question is If I am walking It isn't a clear picture. By the not so aromatic aura they exuded I am sure the camera phone was cheaper than the chappals he had on. So obviously It probably just has a blur and a thumbnail version of that too. What I want to know is what the hell is he going to do with it!? Just tell me what. SO the purpose was to just bug me in the morning and make me uncomfortable. Round of applause for that one you despicable worse than garbage example of the human race. I am seriously aggrieved. How do their brains work?! What actually makes them think that women enjoy it. And whoever is citing the 'you call for it when you dress like that' argument in their small minds let me say you deserve a punch in your gut. How many women do you see staring at men when they run around in their vests and horrible towels with questionable flaps showing off their armpit hair as prizes on a public street?!Not only that but as women we are aware where to draw the line. Fine. I will not generalise. I know where to stop. I do not think marching into college and public streets with hot pants on is my cup of tea. I can't even carry it off for Christs sake.I am an average girl. Definitely not a runway model replica who warrants the attention. What I am getting at is no matter what you wear, you will be the object of humiliation. What would happen if the situation was reversed?! WAIT! I forgot who I was talking about. These Delhi men would bask in the glory, consider it the utmost compliment, enjoy every minute and then call us sluts as we turn our backs. Only if their vocabulary runs to that word. Am I being elitist by showing my anger towards these men who in all probability belonged to a certain income bracket. Since they don't consider that before making their grand gestures why should I. As some of my anger is cooling. I shall just add that all Delhi men I am sure are not like this. I am sure some are genuinely sincere people with respect for others. But sadly some encounters have left my belief shaken. But I hope I meet them soon. SO that my opinion changes sooner.
I let all of it simmer since morning. And finally took the time out to write and hopefully express some of my feelings on the subject. A question that I know has bothered and rendered sleepless nights to women over centuries. What makes men quite simply men?! What makes them these, disgusting, weak, pathetic, horrible, sick, useless, perverse wastes of humanity?! Seriously Why? As women we are entitled to our lives. But everyday, every minute we ignore or experience eve teasing. Even in the mildest form it is disgusting and violation. These puny, sick, ruled by parts other than their brains, puke worthy men exude it with such gusto you would think they were getting medals. Agreed the question wouldn't be answered in a thesis and would leave as frazzled as before. As a person who walks on the streets everyday and uses public transport to travel I am well aware of the Delhi men and what they consider their wily ways. Isn't it true? I mean who else but seriously demented Delhi men would consider changing lanes in fast moving traffic to honk at you and make lewd gestures, who else would fathom making loud kissing noises across the street, who else would drive with their heads swiveling in your direction and the cherry on the top who else would consider it flattering to the female population!? Except these forms of vermin my friends. I am sure they walk back home with puffed up chests and expect applause. Pea brained pus balls. But to get back to the public transport bit. Many of my classmates would agree that they face worse men everyday and I surely can't disagree. Yes. Unfortunately they are like cockroaches. Everywhere. I have experienced it too and have learned to pick my battles and ignore the others. But today seems to have stuck and thus I vent. I walk ten minutes to get an auto/bus everyday.As I made the familiar journey today I encountered a specimen of the race which I wouldn't step on If it was in front of me. After all I love my shoes. Since I had committed the crime of wearing a knee length skirt I expected the stares. But since this is my residential area I just shrugged and kept walking. The surprise came when the moron actually clicked me with his cronies and these people would not even know how to spell cronies If I went and asked. Now my question is If I am walking It isn't a clear picture. By the not so aromatic aura they exuded I am sure the camera phone was cheaper than the chappals he had on. So obviously It probably just has a blur and a thumbnail version of that too. What I want to know is what the hell is he going to do with it!? Just tell me what. SO the purpose was to just bug me in the morning and make me uncomfortable. Round of applause for that one you despicable worse than garbage example of the human race. I am seriously aggrieved. How do their brains work?! What actually makes them think that women enjoy it. And whoever is citing the 'you call for it when you dress like that' argument in their small minds let me say you deserve a punch in your gut. How many women do you see staring at men when they run around in their vests and horrible towels with questionable flaps showing off their armpit hair as prizes on a public street?!Not only that but as women we are aware where to draw the line. Fine. I will not generalise. I know where to stop. I do not think marching into college and public streets with hot pants on is my cup of tea. I can't even carry it off for Christs sake.I am an average girl. Definitely not a runway model replica who warrants the attention. What I am getting at is no matter what you wear, you will be the object of humiliation. What would happen if the situation was reversed?! WAIT! I forgot who I was talking about. These Delhi men would bask in the glory, consider it the utmost compliment, enjoy every minute and then call us sluts as we turn our backs. Only if their vocabulary runs to that word. Am I being elitist by showing my anger towards these men who in all probability belonged to a certain income bracket. Since they don't consider that before making their grand gestures why should I. As some of my anger is cooling. I shall just add that all Delhi men I am sure are not like this. I am sure some are genuinely sincere people with respect for others. But sadly some encounters have left my belief shaken. But I hope I meet them soon. SO that my opinion changes sooner.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Against my will
I don’t want you
And still you haunt
I don’t particularly like you
But still I see u around
Why does it have to be like this
I don't know
If I had the answers conversation would flow
But here I stand glaring at u
While u give me the serene smile
It grates my anger stays
The target undecided
For whom to aim I am not sure
Is it my stupidity that I stand like this
Bereft and confused
Or is it your manipulation that the maze is never ending
So we can’t find a way out
Stuck in time which churns and surrounds
All I know this wasn’t going to happen
Hadn’t I heard so many things
Lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice
Getting bitten by the same bug twice
Oh not so nice
But as I know I don’t want you
What I fathom is unimaginable
I agree that I yearn
In the darker hours of night
When I sleep and you rule
I let myself wish
I let my imagination run free
And all the happiness I find
Remains in the twilight zone of dreams
And still you haunt
I don’t particularly like you
But still I see u around
Why does it have to be like this
I don't know
If I had the answers conversation would flow
But here I stand glaring at u
While u give me the serene smile
It grates my anger stays
The target undecided
For whom to aim I am not sure
Is it my stupidity that I stand like this
Bereft and confused
Or is it your manipulation that the maze is never ending
So we can’t find a way out
Stuck in time which churns and surrounds
All I know this wasn’t going to happen
Hadn’t I heard so many things
Lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice
Getting bitten by the same bug twice
Oh not so nice
But as I know I don’t want you
What I fathom is unimaginable
I agree that I yearn
In the darker hours of night
When I sleep and you rule
I let myself wish
I let my imagination run free
And all the happiness I find
Remains in the twilight zone of dreams
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Who is me?
Looking for an identity
What can I claim to be
How hard is it going to be find my category
A free bird soars the sky
But then it doesn’t have to think about our society
The feeling is troubling
When at 19 you can’t decide the definition of me
Was I the one a month ago
Was it an alter ego..
That person has been around for the 19 years
But then the other one rears its head
Nasty and venomous at times
With shades of the chirpy girl who she used to be..
Practical and sensibility is the aim
But how will I fair
If lost I already feel
Aren’t they both sides of me
So how can I hate one and aspire to be the other on who used to be me
Is it a phase I don’t know
But I still look for pieces of me deep below
The embers of the glorious fire I can still see
Same as when they died and couldn’t find a saviour
How important is it to find one I query
But all the emptiness just makes the question echo back to me
I could try and work with both..
But I need to build up the strength
Since it appears I will be the end of me
I have heard and seen all my problems
All the things I couldn’t be
So many wishing I could make them laugh
How I ask desperately when it isn’t left in me
The balance I crave I earlier used to strike
But now it is beyond my reach
Maybe I have become what I shouldn’t be
My work my force my only merit is not worthy
My love my companionship myself sadly lacking
How do I move forward when all the linkages are weighing me down
How do I give you a smile when I want to curl up and cry
And the traitorous tears refuse to come
Alas I can’t shed the burden
No anchor for me
No place to lean
Weary I wander for some peace
It used to be easier to push myself aside
If I couldn’t make you forget what good would I be doing
But as the dark swirls around I can see it overshadow me
For I don’t know who to be, what to feel and how to see
What can I claim to be
How hard is it going to be find my category
A free bird soars the sky
But then it doesn’t have to think about our society
The feeling is troubling
When at 19 you can’t decide the definition of me
Was I the one a month ago
Was it an alter ego..
That person has been around for the 19 years
But then the other one rears its head
Nasty and venomous at times
With shades of the chirpy girl who she used to be..
Practical and sensibility is the aim
But how will I fair
If lost I already feel
Aren’t they both sides of me
So how can I hate one and aspire to be the other on who used to be me
Is it a phase I don’t know
But I still look for pieces of me deep below
The embers of the glorious fire I can still see
Same as when they died and couldn’t find a saviour
How important is it to find one I query
But all the emptiness just makes the question echo back to me
I could try and work with both..
But I need to build up the strength
Since it appears I will be the end of me
I have heard and seen all my problems
All the things I couldn’t be
So many wishing I could make them laugh
How I ask desperately when it isn’t left in me
The balance I crave I earlier used to strike
But now it is beyond my reach
Maybe I have become what I shouldn’t be
My work my force my only merit is not worthy
My love my companionship myself sadly lacking
How do I move forward when all the linkages are weighing me down
How do I give you a smile when I want to curl up and cry
And the traitorous tears refuse to come
Alas I can’t shed the burden
No anchor for me
No place to lean
Weary I wander for some peace
It used to be easier to push myself aside
If I couldn’t make you forget what good would I be doing
But as the dark swirls around I can see it overshadow me
For I don’t know who to be, what to feel and how to see
Monday, July 27, 2009
As I see a way
As I see a way
I need to step back
I need to move away
The familiar glitches and paranoia I feel
All the while I thought I had moved on to better things
Stupidity and foolishness have brought me here
To the place which is joyous for many and I despair
Don’t get me wrong it wasn’t always like this
Neither was I but life makes you learn more lessons than one
I still believe in the magic of heart and the power of love
But I is matter I have left to the one above
Bitter and cynical I am not but I had expected to be wise
But here I am sensing the same pattern again
The whole mass of confusion raring
100 thoughts in my head blaring
Can’t believe I am dumb enough to land at the same door
When there is nothing to be done
There is only one way I se
To be brave and stick it out
To walk away from all I feel
To lock my wishes in the deepest trunk and throw the key far away
For I know it cannot be
As I see the idiocy
It should have been simpler
It might have been easier
Maybe happiness it would have lead to
But as the whirlwind plans to cart me off
Before the crucial time can pass
I shall lock the trunk and dispose of the key
For I know it is not to be
and i wish for time to fade it away
coz i will never agree
to see it completely washed away
I need to step back
I need to move away
The familiar glitches and paranoia I feel
All the while I thought I had moved on to better things
Stupidity and foolishness have brought me here
To the place which is joyous for many and I despair
Don’t get me wrong it wasn’t always like this
Neither was I but life makes you learn more lessons than one
I still believe in the magic of heart and the power of love
But I is matter I have left to the one above
Bitter and cynical I am not but I had expected to be wise
But here I am sensing the same pattern again
The whole mass of confusion raring
100 thoughts in my head blaring
Can’t believe I am dumb enough to land at the same door
When there is nothing to be done
There is only one way I se
To be brave and stick it out
To walk away from all I feel
To lock my wishes in the deepest trunk and throw the key far away
For I know it cannot be
As I see the idiocy
It should have been simpler
It might have been easier
Maybe happiness it would have lead to
But as the whirlwind plans to cart me off
Before the crucial time can pass
I shall lock the trunk and dispose of the key
For I know it is not to be
and i wish for time to fade it away
coz i will never agree
to see it completely washed away
Friday, July 17, 2009
Not just the pillar that crashed
15 acres of one of the country’s most renowned educational institutions on one side, 3 acres of a school that enrolls students from kindergarten till twelfth standard on the other and the construction site of the badarpur metro line in the middle is the sight that greets you when you take a left from frank Anthony school, lajpat nagar.
The construction site is home to the two recent metro accidents in delhi. The crashing of pillar 67 and the toppling of three cranes has not only created a storm in E Sreedharan’s life or a water problem in Zamrudpur but has changed the face of life for those whose existence revolves around that very pillar.
The 50 years old pottery and plants shop owners are not alone with their pain. Hira Lal has stood on the same spot right outside blue bells school international for the past 20 years. He owns a chilled water-providing cart. His father had passed it on to him. Now he will have to move. “I will have to move my cart. I have no option. It is not safe anymore. I have a family to think of.” Says Lal.
Mahindar is another casualty. He is a rickshaw puller. He will have to relocate from the spot he claims gets him the largest share of his day’s earning. While negotiating the price with his next passenger he says, “I cannot stand outside the college gate anymore. I will have to move my rickshaw till the end of the street. I get the maximum number of passengers from here but the police have strictly advised us to move and we will comply as it for our safety more than anything else.”
Lady Shri Ram College for Women has 2000 (approx.) students and hostel facility for 300 of them. It is merely 50 feet (approx.) away from the construction site. As the college opens its gates for students as the new academic year begins, they are coming but not without reservations. “It is not just the students who are scared. I had to spend a lot of time convincing my 73 years old grandmother who resides in Chandigarh that the college will be safe and I cannot switch no matter what.” says Asmita Prabhakar who is starting her first year in the political science department of LSR.
Smitana Saikia, the student’s Union president recalls the large number of phone calls received before the orientation ceremony. “The parents were frantic. Justifiably so.”
Blue Bells School International has swiftly worked out the security plan and wants the routine to go on smoothly. Rukma Jyoti, a class 11th student is back at school but doesn’t think anyone will forget the accident. “The cranes crashed during lunch break. There was a huge chaos. It was maddening. Thankfully it was controlled quickly as the number of students present on Monday was less as the Sunday accident had left too many shaken.”
As people embrace the next day of their lives there are many who are still stuck in that moment.
The construction site is home to the two recent metro accidents in delhi. The crashing of pillar 67 and the toppling of three cranes has not only created a storm in E Sreedharan’s life or a water problem in Zamrudpur but has changed the face of life for those whose existence revolves around that very pillar.
The 50 years old pottery and plants shop owners are not alone with their pain. Hira Lal has stood on the same spot right outside blue bells school international for the past 20 years. He owns a chilled water-providing cart. His father had passed it on to him. Now he will have to move. “I will have to move my cart. I have no option. It is not safe anymore. I have a family to think of.” Says Lal.
Mahindar is another casualty. He is a rickshaw puller. He will have to relocate from the spot he claims gets him the largest share of his day’s earning. While negotiating the price with his next passenger he says, “I cannot stand outside the college gate anymore. I will have to move my rickshaw till the end of the street. I get the maximum number of passengers from here but the police have strictly advised us to move and we will comply as it for our safety more than anything else.”
Lady Shri Ram College for Women has 2000 (approx.) students and hostel facility for 300 of them. It is merely 50 feet (approx.) away from the construction site. As the college opens its gates for students as the new academic year begins, they are coming but not without reservations. “It is not just the students who are scared. I had to spend a lot of time convincing my 73 years old grandmother who resides in Chandigarh that the college will be safe and I cannot switch no matter what.” says Asmita Prabhakar who is starting her first year in the political science department of LSR.
Smitana Saikia, the student’s Union president recalls the large number of phone calls received before the orientation ceremony. “The parents were frantic. Justifiably so.”
Blue Bells School International has swiftly worked out the security plan and wants the routine to go on smoothly. Rukma Jyoti, a class 11th student is back at school but doesn’t think anyone will forget the accident. “The cranes crashed during lunch break. There was a huge chaos. It was maddening. Thankfully it was controlled quickly as the number of students present on Monday was less as the Sunday accident had left too many shaken.”
As people embrace the next day of their lives there are many who are still stuck in that moment.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Girl Power? Really?
I just finished reading Daughters of Arabia by Jean Sasson. Excellent read. It successfully gives an honest account of the way women are treated in that country and what the women themselves have to say. What they think. What runs in their minds. A woman's mind is a complex entity. Since i belong to the sex I can be taken as an authority. We can be simple creatures if you know us. But we are made up of a lot of things. Sasson being a member of the same community has done so with aplomb. But the book got me thinking. Are Indian women better off? I sit in my house, read the book and think what is happening to those women. But are we really better off? prison is not only of one type. It has not been categorised. Each one of us has her own demons to fight. life is definitely about survival. India is culturally rich and takes pride in it's traditions but so many of them border on excessive conservative behaviour that even those traits have been incorporated. The women of India are not as free as they like to think. Agreed that the situation is not as dim as it was earlier. but some are still trying to break free. the country is moving forward but the women are not matching the pace. Safety is a concern everywhere. But everyone is not an Indra Nooyi or Kiran Bedi. But is it justified that marriage is an escape for too many members of the female population? Why are women turning to marital bliss to move out of the constraints put on them due to their single status? They have more freedom after marriage. This whole concept disgusts me. I know too many of these females. Because their parents and the proverbial society does not understand them and place draconian rules on them every chance they get. They are more than happy to move out and start life with someone else who atleast comes with the possibility of another chance. I think it is high time that this mistake is rectified and we cease pushing our women to the bonds of marriage because the bonds of meaningless customs are choking them.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
My Special Project
Finally I had an answer. Finally it was right in front of me. After all the long, rambling and mind numbing hours of reading dreary reports could not have been just because I was working on a special project. It just couldn’t be. Hadn’t I been brave? When the reports had been handed over I had took them with a big smile and well concealed sinking heart. When I finally got to know that Vinod Rai, the current Comptroller and Auditor General of India had taken office on my birthday I took it as an answer to the question haunting me. Why was I reading audit reports in my summer vacation during my internship? I am a 19 year old. Don’t I already have enough issues to deal with? But it was clear to me now that it was higher calling. No wonder I had abandoned my plan to let my hair down and burn the building itself. Maybe I wouldn’t have been successful but oh the satisfaction. But the glow of knowledge warmed me. It was a karmic connection. I took it as an explanation and worked harder. I snapped to attention to fulfill the demands of the great forces and steadily waded through the performance, regulatory, union, local and state audit reports.
It took time for me to comprehend what was happening. I was actually becoming interested. I pinched myself. Nope not dreaming. Looked up at the sky. No pearly gates. That meant I was actually interested.
The Comptroller and Auditor General (CAG) of India is an authority, established by the Constitution of India, who audits all receipts and expenditure of the Government of India and the state governments, including those of bodies and authorities substantially financed by the government.
Yes even I was in shock after reading this. So we basically already have a body that audits various arms of the government, notifies them about the flaws and gives feasible recommendations. So what went wrong? They didn’t have the power. Believe it or not they actually said BRT was a bad idea before the construction started. Next time you are in that never ending jam you can’t say why anyone didn’t think about the catastrophic effect it would have. Sorry to burst your bubble but they already did. At this time of time of recession our ears definitely do pucker up with the mention of money. So hear this loud and clear. CAG detected some serious fallout in the accounts of some government departments in a report on government's accounts for 2007-08. Amount: Rs. 20,273.52 crore. Reports from the year 1983 in some states have still not seen daylight.
They do an average of 100 audits every year. Are they even a blip on the common man’s radar? Not really. It wasn’t on mine before I read up on it. I had thought reading them was a pain but the amount of hard work that must have gone in preparing them is an astonishing realization. So next time before I start to crib and utter the blasphemous words “No one does anything. No one thinks about the layman.” Because I know it for a fact that they do. And now when I read my words “I am a 19year old. Don’t I already have enough issues?” I freeze myself with the answer that jumps to mind. No I don’t. Now I have learnt that there are so many thinks lacking with my country, large and miniscule. Too many changes have to take place and too many like the old me loitering around.
It took time for me to comprehend what was happening. I was actually becoming interested. I pinched myself. Nope not dreaming. Looked up at the sky. No pearly gates. That meant I was actually interested.
The Comptroller and Auditor General (CAG) of India is an authority, established by the Constitution of India, who audits all receipts and expenditure of the Government of India and the state governments, including those of bodies and authorities substantially financed by the government.
Yes even I was in shock after reading this. So we basically already have a body that audits various arms of the government, notifies them about the flaws and gives feasible recommendations. So what went wrong? They didn’t have the power. Believe it or not they actually said BRT was a bad idea before the construction started. Next time you are in that never ending jam you can’t say why anyone didn’t think about the catastrophic effect it would have. Sorry to burst your bubble but they already did. At this time of time of recession our ears definitely do pucker up with the mention of money. So hear this loud and clear. CAG detected some serious fallout in the accounts of some government departments in a report on government's accounts for 2007-08. Amount: Rs. 20,273.52 crore. Reports from the year 1983 in some states have still not seen daylight.
They do an average of 100 audits every year. Are they even a blip on the common man’s radar? Not really. It wasn’t on mine before I read up on it. I had thought reading them was a pain but the amount of hard work that must have gone in preparing them is an astonishing realization. So next time before I start to crib and utter the blasphemous words “No one does anything. No one thinks about the layman.” Because I know it for a fact that they do. And now when I read my words “I am a 19year old. Don’t I already have enough issues?” I freeze myself with the answer that jumps to mind. No I don’t. Now I have learnt that there are so many thinks lacking with my country, large and miniscule. Too many changes have to take place and too many like the old me loitering around.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Gen What
Power only wears alluring cloaks and wealth more often than not corrupts..
The progressive age is measured in terms of larger amount of money available..
While prominent economists talk about development and not growth both have the prefix of economic..
That cannot be denied..
The reason why I have these thoughts in my head is my 11 year old brother's birthday party..
A joyous affair no doubt..
He is the apple of my eye and I wouldn't have missed it for the world..
I understood his need to have a blast and not be a part of the pizza hut, nirula's and Mc D wagon..
I did not need his puppy eyed "shubhu da I am a big boy. I cannot have a birthday party at Nirula's"
I am 19. Not removed from the kid circle.
But when my eyes started to wheel at the sights of his guests arriving, my claim felt false.
11 and 12 year old kids came in droves.
I did not startle as much when the drivers were given instructions from the little kids.
I hid my resentment at the fact that the pretty girl in pink had a cellphone when I had managed to wheedle my 1st cellphone at the age of 15.
But I froze when one of them gave me his visiting card.
What on Earth does an 11 year old boy do with a visiting card?!!
"Didi, people need to know my number, email address and I can't write all the time on the gifts. So I simply staple a card."
This was the reply with a sweet smile.
I firmly believe that each one has a right to live their life as they deem fit.
It is upto the parents on how they want to raise their kids.
But even my all too flexible, non judgmental and modern college going brain could not adapt to that.
Have we come that far?
Now kids need visiting cards.
Babies will insist on terminator type robots for company as plain barbies might be boring..
I have often told my parents that technology has made childhood a better phase of life to be in..
All these amazing new toys and great contraptions to make it fun for the parents as well as the kids..
The things i missed out on..
But even I had not known that I had missed out on this..
Have the tenants of giving our kids the best changed..
it sure does feel like it.
I don't know about others but now I am going to work hard and practice scenarios regarding my reactions when the next time I am handed a card by an 11 year old.
I do not want a repeat of looking like someone who is choking and her eyes are going to bulge out enough to attract the cast directors for horror movies..
The progressive age is measured in terms of larger amount of money available..
While prominent economists talk about development and not growth both have the prefix of economic..
That cannot be denied..
The reason why I have these thoughts in my head is my 11 year old brother's birthday party..
A joyous affair no doubt..
He is the apple of my eye and I wouldn't have missed it for the world..
I understood his need to have a blast and not be a part of the pizza hut, nirula's and Mc D wagon..
I did not need his puppy eyed "shubhu da I am a big boy. I cannot have a birthday party at Nirula's"
I am 19. Not removed from the kid circle.
But when my eyes started to wheel at the sights of his guests arriving, my claim felt false.
11 and 12 year old kids came in droves.
I did not startle as much when the drivers were given instructions from the little kids.
I hid my resentment at the fact that the pretty girl in pink had a cellphone when I had managed to wheedle my 1st cellphone at the age of 15.
But I froze when one of them gave me his visiting card.
What on Earth does an 11 year old boy do with a visiting card?!!
"Didi, people need to know my number, email address and I can't write all the time on the gifts. So I simply staple a card."
This was the reply with a sweet smile.
I firmly believe that each one has a right to live their life as they deem fit.
It is upto the parents on how they want to raise their kids.
But even my all too flexible, non judgmental and modern college going brain could not adapt to that.
Have we come that far?
Now kids need visiting cards.
Babies will insist on terminator type robots for company as plain barbies might be boring..
I have often told my parents that technology has made childhood a better phase of life to be in..
All these amazing new toys and great contraptions to make it fun for the parents as well as the kids..
The things i missed out on..
But even I had not known that I had missed out on this..
Have the tenants of giving our kids the best changed..
it sure does feel like it.
I don't know about others but now I am going to work hard and practice scenarios regarding my reactions when the next time I am handed a card by an 11 year old.
I do not want a repeat of looking like someone who is choking and her eyes are going to bulge out enough to attract the cast directors for horror movies..
Friday, July 10, 2009
Banging into misery
Feels like walking into a wall
Something along the lines of strong waves pushing you down
One pothole after another
Something along the lines of a bad road in
When it rains when you just put on the new dress
Does it even matter if you go on
when every turn leads to a dead end
When you look for reassurance
And there is no one to turn around for
Feels like you got punished for something you did not do
Then all the faith in right is untrue
For all your efforts you have nothing to show
All those good deeds but no one to share
Wishing for that hand to hold
Feels like the heel of your new designer shoe broke
But there is always worse to come
For pain knows no bounds
When you lose the extra weight to discover your expensive top shrunk in the last wash
Or you know that you are the fool but you still don’t stop
Always more to see and experience
Another door to walk into is forever being discovered
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Laughing all the way
SO i firmly believe in the power of laughter..
A good straight from the belly laugh can go all the way to healing more than what we think we are capable of forgetting.
One smile makes the day for a lot of people.
There is a reason people are watching reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Seinfeld till now.
So I am going to be grateful to Baba Ramdev for his hilarious claim that homosexuality is a disease and he is going to challenge the court's order. When i finally recovered from the fit of laughter I just started again. He has proclaimed a high pedestal for himself. no offense to his followers. as i have never in my life attended any of his conventions or talks it can be called a tad unfair to judge him here. but since he is judging 2.3 million homosexuals (figure only for India) I think he is beyond consideration. I have caught him on TV during my too frequent channel surfing bouts. But his treatment of his followers did not leave me with a pleasant taste. Apparently he conducts a health camp sort of a thing where all the crowd is on the ground and he sits with a mike on the stage and yells pithy remarks from there. But again his derogatory comments are such a welcome relief to the mundane way fo life for some of us. If someone can actually say such ridiculous and horrendous things the reaction can only be: straight from the gut laughter. He has obviously never heard of Ted Haggard, a former American evangelical preacher who admitted to soliciting a male prostitute for homosexual sex. Religion is immune na Babaji? the path of god is no longer a pure one. Not just in the commercialised sense like temples having shops inside. Read: Siddhi Vinayak Temple, Mumbai. But of the more heinous kind such as Toms River — A Roman Catholic priest, most recently the pastor of St. Rose of Lima Church in Freehold, has been accused in a lawsuit of sexually abusing a boy in the 1980s. Shouldn't a person who has pupils in several countries across the world be more aware? Leave one's sexual preference out of your rambling atrocious speeches and talk about how religion has increasing become a black belly and bilious by nature. won't he be more suitable for that arena of discussion?
Why shouldn't we grab the free entertainment while it's available. Read the paper and what he has to say. Laugh your butt off and go to work. The world is a better place when you are trying hard not to laugh. :)
A good straight from the belly laugh can go all the way to healing more than what we think we are capable of forgetting.
One smile makes the day for a lot of people.
There is a reason people are watching reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Seinfeld till now.
So I am going to be grateful to Baba Ramdev for his hilarious claim that homosexuality is a disease and he is going to challenge the court's order. When i finally recovered from the fit of laughter I just started again. He has proclaimed a high pedestal for himself. no offense to his followers. as i have never in my life attended any of his conventions or talks it can be called a tad unfair to judge him here. but since he is judging 2.3 million homosexuals (figure only for India) I think he is beyond consideration. I have caught him on TV during my too frequent channel surfing bouts. But his treatment of his followers did not leave me with a pleasant taste. Apparently he conducts a health camp sort of a thing where all the crowd is on the ground and he sits with a mike on the stage and yells pithy remarks from there. But again his derogatory comments are such a welcome relief to the mundane way fo life for some of us. If someone can actually say such ridiculous and horrendous things the reaction can only be: straight from the gut laughter. He has obviously never heard of Ted Haggard, a former American evangelical preacher who admitted to soliciting a male prostitute for homosexual sex. Religion is immune na Babaji? the path of god is no longer a pure one. Not just in the commercialised sense like temples having shops inside. Read: Siddhi Vinayak Temple, Mumbai. But of the more heinous kind such as Toms River — A Roman Catholic priest, most recently the pastor of St. Rose of Lima Church in Freehold, has been accused in a lawsuit of sexually abusing a boy in the 1980s. Shouldn't a person who has pupils in several countries across the world be more aware? Leave one's sexual preference out of your rambling atrocious speeches and talk about how religion has increasing become a black belly and bilious by nature. won't he be more suitable for that arena of discussion?
Why shouldn't we grab the free entertainment while it's available. Read the paper and what he has to say. Laugh your butt off and go to work. The world is a better place when you are trying hard not to laugh. :)
The long walk
the long walk i plan to take..
so many things to think about..
some i shall say out aloud..
but only when i manage to make the walk happen..
a walk for me to remember the good times and the bad ones..
for me to smile in remembrance..
for me to cherish the valuable moments..
for me to think of the future, past and present..
for me to take some decisions..
for me to take matters finally in my hand..
for me to commute with mother nature..
for me to whistle the long forgotten tunes..
for me to pass every street..
for me to be free and gleeful as a kid..
for me to get lost in my own thoughts..
for me to realise my responsibilities..
for me to know what is right what is wrong..
for me to review somethings i made happen..
and not to forget the ones i had to let go off..
for me to connect with every loved one..
for me to be grateful to be cared for..
for me to make choices to stand up for..
for me to understand the worth..
for me to wonder..
for me to ponder..
for me to get lost in my own thoughts..
for me to come to terms with my regrets..
for me to forget them and to move on..
rnt these the things v all want from our long walks..!?!?
for us to find answers of the never ending questions..
for us to do all that and more..
for us to aspire to conquer the world..
for us to make all the grand plans..
for us to revolutionise the land..
and at last for us to turn and find the end of the road..
and it is time my friends to go back home..
but it is time too for us to plan our next long walk........
so many things to think about..
some i shall say out aloud..
but only when i manage to make the walk happen..
a walk for me to remember the good times and the bad ones..
for me to smile in remembrance..
for me to cherish the valuable moments..
for me to think of the future, past and present..
for me to take some decisions..
for me to take matters finally in my hand..
for me to commute with mother nature..
for me to whistle the long forgotten tunes..
for me to pass every street..
for me to be free and gleeful as a kid..
for me to get lost in my own thoughts..
for me to realise my responsibilities..
for me to know what is right what is wrong..
for me to review somethings i made happen..
and not to forget the ones i had to let go off..
for me to connect with every loved one..
for me to be grateful to be cared for..
for me to make choices to stand up for..
for me to understand the worth..
for me to wonder..
for me to ponder..
for me to get lost in my own thoughts..
for me to come to terms with my regrets..
for me to forget them and to move on..
rnt these the things v all want from our long walks..!?!?
for us to find answers of the never ending questions..
for us to do all that and more..
for us to aspire to conquer the world..
for us to make all the grand plans..
for us to revolutionise the land..
and at last for us to turn and find the end of the road..
and it is time my friends to go back home..
but it is time too for us to plan our next long walk........
The mists
The mists i can see..
they are approaching me..
to cloak me in the darkness..
to make me fight free..
in these shadows i think..
how important light is to me..
the shadows show me all that i lost..
they make me remember what i forgot..
the fire in me charges up again..
to want what is mine..
why shall i be deprived..
my heart beats faster at the questions..
my mind races to answer..
when shall i get the happiness i deserve..
when will i be able to embrace the peace i want..
deep down inside i know..
but yes i am scared to reveal and show..
hurt I am going to be..
pain I shall truly feel..
but just for the moment..
just for that smile i shall endure all..
coz I am far gone..
coz i cannot retreat..
I realise i don't want to..
but the endless doubts and questions haunt me..
so many things taunt me..
nothing right now for me to flaunt..
but i cannot lie..
I surely can't deny..
for some special times i shall cheerfully sacrifice..
the contentment i feel..
the inner glow that spreads..
making me feel all warm inside..
I shall wait for the moment to come again..
till then i shall fight the mists and the shadows for the little ray of sunlight.
they are approaching me..
to cloak me in the darkness..
to make me fight free..
in these shadows i think..
how important light is to me..
the shadows show me all that i lost..
they make me remember what i forgot..
the fire in me charges up again..
to want what is mine..
why shall i be deprived..
my heart beats faster at the questions..
my mind races to answer..
when shall i get the happiness i deserve..
when will i be able to embrace the peace i want..
deep down inside i know..
but yes i am scared to reveal and show..
hurt I am going to be..
pain I shall truly feel..
but just for the moment..
just for that smile i shall endure all..
coz I am far gone..
coz i cannot retreat..
I realise i don't want to..
but the endless doubts and questions haunt me..
so many things taunt me..
nothing right now for me to flaunt..
but i cannot lie..
I surely can't deny..
for some special times i shall cheerfully sacrifice..
the contentment i feel..
the inner glow that spreads..
making me feel all warm inside..
I shall wait for the moment to come again..
till then i shall fight the mists and the shadows for the little ray of sunlight.
Wishing all the lovers some luck..
Just realized you can never be what you used to be..
For us to be..
What we used to be..
Its all for us to see..
All we gotta do is close our eyes and see back in time..
Pain and hurt wrapped in one..
Regrets that will always last..
Who knew love could be.
The way it has turned out to be..
As all the fairy tales are so pretty..
That I started to think dreams could become reality..
No one to blame..
No reason to scream.
Then why do I wish to do those things..
If I have already determined what the result will be..
Foolish is how I feel..
Is love a feeling.
Is it a mood..
Is it life..
Its for us to choose..
How to go on..
How to make it work..
It is for us to figure out..
In the end it makes us come to our knees..
In the end it takes more that we think we can ever give..
Even though sadness swirls, the smile is what we see..
This is from me to all of you who are happy in love..
My best wishes and loads of luck…
N P.S please don't get discouraged by this..
I just wrote it randomly..
Doesn’t mean a thing.
Be happy..
Have fun..
Life is short..
For us to be..
What we used to be..
Its all for us to see..
All we gotta do is close our eyes and see back in time..
Pain and hurt wrapped in one..
Regrets that will always last..
Who knew love could be.
The way it has turned out to be..
As all the fairy tales are so pretty..
That I started to think dreams could become reality..
No one to blame..
No reason to scream.
Then why do I wish to do those things..
If I have already determined what the result will be..
Foolish is how I feel..
Is love a feeling.
Is it a mood..
Is it life..
Its for us to choose..
How to go on..
How to make it work..
It is for us to figure out..
In the end it makes us come to our knees..
In the end it takes more that we think we can ever give..
Even though sadness swirls, the smile is what we see..
This is from me to all of you who are happy in love..
My best wishes and loads of luck…
N P.S please don't get discouraged by this..
I just wrote it randomly..
Doesn’t mean a thing.
Be happy..
Have fun..
Life is short..
With love from eternal fatso
Me and my calories..
Talk about it every chance we get..
They are my worst enemies..
I run and hide..
They catch up with me..
A never ending battle I am fighting..
It should be easier to get rid of them..
How can they stick so well..
Under cover they come to me..
The bite of chocolate or sip of coke…
Hugs me more than my best buddy..
How clear do I have to be..
I want them away from me..
They claim to be in love with me..
Following me everywhere..
Like a stalker..
Very shady..
All that’s left is for them to propose..
Since we have been together for a life time already..
I might as well confess..
I haven't really worked hard enough to rid them of me..
Ya I love my food too much..
But one day victorious I shall be..
When losing weight isn’t such a hard feat..
When it doesn’t feel like going to war..
Or living up my love..
That one day I shall be the happiest on earth.. :)
I wanted to add this quote by Hugh Jackman.. "without the culinary arts, the crudeness of reality would be unbearable" :)
Talk about it every chance we get..
They are my worst enemies..
I run and hide..
They catch up with me..
A never ending battle I am fighting..
It should be easier to get rid of them..
How can they stick so well..
Under cover they come to me..
The bite of chocolate or sip of coke…
Hugs me more than my best buddy..
How clear do I have to be..
I want them away from me..
They claim to be in love with me..
Following me everywhere..
Like a stalker..
Very shady..
All that’s left is for them to propose..
Since we have been together for a life time already..
I might as well confess..
I haven't really worked hard enough to rid them of me..
Ya I love my food too much..
But one day victorious I shall be..
When losing weight isn’t such a hard feat..
When it doesn’t feel like going to war..
Or living up my love..
That one day I shall be the happiest on earth.. :)
I wanted to add this quote by Hugh Jackman.. "without the culinary arts, the crudeness of reality would be unbearable" :)
Hmmm...
As i start gathering my thoughts
I peep inside, I search across
The search for truth is a hard one
My journey tough indeed
Everyday to walk around with all of it swirling in my brain
I seek reassurance when i ask haven't I been brave?
Foes or friends, How do i decide
A haunting question, I shall ask for days to come I fear
For all the trust, For all the things I have one
Their is nothing to show
For all the faith, For all the pronouns
Why do I still feel like the fool
While I thought Ain't I brave!
For I was convinced, Of other things
To realise the base is so weak
It might wash away in the last shower of rain
Life shouldn't be a challenge
Every day shouldn't be about survival
Love should be freely given
It could have been black and white
But sadly in my naivety
I forgot the grey
So as the time comes to gather my thoughts again. I wipe away the tears,
Push away the fears and let the world see
I am moving forward and shall find my path
Even though I have to wade through the black, white and grey
I peep inside, I search across
The search for truth is a hard one
My journey tough indeed
Everyday to walk around with all of it swirling in my brain
I seek reassurance when i ask haven't I been brave?
Foes or friends, How do i decide
A haunting question, I shall ask for days to come I fear
For all the trust, For all the things I have one
Their is nothing to show
For all the faith, For all the pronouns
Why do I still feel like the fool
While I thought Ain't I brave!
For I was convinced, Of other things
To realise the base is so weak
It might wash away in the last shower of rain
Life shouldn't be a challenge
Every day shouldn't be about survival
Love should be freely given
It could have been black and white
But sadly in my naivety
I forgot the grey
So as the time comes to gather my thoughts again. I wipe away the tears,
Push away the fears and let the world see
I am moving forward and shall find my path
Even though I have to wade through the black, white and grey
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