The one with-Skipper, Mate and Fate

 

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All the world's a reality TV.

All men n women merely "khatron k khiladi".

Seemingly doing what the heart desires,

Seemingly going with the flow, 

Struggling and sinking in mire though. 

Knowing that's not what He desires,

Knowing that's against the flow,

Neglecting n denying the gift of living H2O. 

Satan the entertainer, tempter n accuser, 

Slyly attacks the players sans shame,

Seducing 'em to grumble n crumble for fame. 

God the creator, sustainer n redeemer, 

Gladly calls the players by name, 

Guiding 'em to realize n rise for reclaim. 

Our iotic-myopic mind n vision can't fathom, 

O! who can serve both God n Mammon boy? 

Our daring act sows chaos n pseudo-joy.

His endless-selfless love echo in the Kingdom,

Hallelujah! Who else can vanquish evil's ploy? 

His loving pact sows peace n bonafide joy. 

Fire or life, there is certainty in eternity,

Fix your gaze on Him to fix your fate, 

Fervor-love fearful-awe can, our life reinstate.

Lest He asks- What 've I done to burden you?

Lest He says- You lawless, I never knew you.,

Leaving us on the other side of the Gate,

Let's level up n choose a true Skipper mate!

PS:  Am no Shakespeare or trying to be one. Love his creativity though.

Am no Prophet or trying to be one. Rever HIM and HIS creation more!

Are We Really Celebrating???

We people are proud of our heritage… our culture… our zing-y festivals. We just need an excuse to celebrate… and boy we celebrate it with a bang!  That’s our guilty pleasure. Guilty … ‘coz just after all the celebration… there is a flood of news items… articles… blogs… opinions… telling us how wrong/immature/shallow/toxic our way of celebration was. We feel guilty… we promise ourselves to be more concerned next year… but then… these promises follow the trend of our diet resolutions… we can’t stick to it.

Diwali, for example… is supposed to be festival of lights… not sound & smoke. The idea of celebrating Diwali is to dispel the darkness… within us and around us… and not deafen the ears … or blurring the eyes… or suffocating the lungs… or burning the fingers. And it definitely is not about sending the dogs howling & birds scurrying to safety. We have images from NASA of how Diwali celebrations look like from outer space (And man it’s amazing!)… But then… the street view speaks (read screams) otherwise. It makes me wonder if there is any positive connection between the crackers you burst/burn to the satisfaction of Goddess Lakshmi-Goddess of Wealth.  I mean… think about it… one moment you pray to Her to bless you & your family with abundant wealth... and next moment you burn most of it by igniting the Lakhsmi bombs!  Is it an investment scheme where your money (wealth) gets doubled just by setting it on fire? ‘Coz if it’s so… the whole world should try… our economy woes shall shoo away… and that too with a bang!

Our last guilt trip before Diwali was probably during Ganesh Chaturthi… We prayed… we spread joy… we danced… we immersed the not so eco-friendly Lord Ganesh idols (only to be washed away to the shores and polluting the water & beaches). We saw it on TV and newspapers… we felt guilty… we promised ourselves to go green next year (let’s see how that goes). The festivity drugs us so much so that even Lord Ganesha pokes fun at us.... Remember the once upon a time trending SMS where a devotee cries for help during a water disaster and Lord Ganesha dances in glee… the devotee questions Him… to which He replies… “Hey! You started it… you danced like crazy while you drowned me...!”  

Holi if you ask me… has turned into festival of revenge (in a sweet-chilli way though). Nobody remembers or bothers to know the significance of Holi festival. It’s not festival of colours anymore for Holi is not played with just water & colours but anything & everything that can be slathered/ splashed upon your opponent. The “balam pichkari” of Yeh Jawani Hai Diwani is way too clean version of holi is all I can say.

The list of our drugged guilt trips is endless. Now we have a few more added… thanks to globalization & movie-Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara. Every year at every festival… there is this trend… Activists try creating awareness & request for greener celebrations… We celebrate the way we always have (plus or minus here and there)….  Reports come in post celebration on how green or mean it was… We bow our head down or pretend we did not know about it…

Agreed that we come have a long way… there are a few who have changed the way they celebrate these festivals… they now do it with a greener zing… schools have also now taken the responsibility… We have so called eco-friendly non-toxic colours… less smoky crackers… Lord Ganesha idols… nd blah blah… But then like my friend points out… Are they (we) really celebrating??? Think about it… Do we need all this preaching of toxicity at every festival? Doesn’t that actually dampen the very spirit of celebration? Haven’t our way of celebration become less of a sparkle more of a bang with zilch devotion & spiritualization??   

What's on Your Mind??

Remember the time when FB asked you "What's on your mind ?" and you wanted to scream.... "My mind is being bombarded with a zillion of ZERO correlated thoughts from a machine gun cross cannon... Do you have a problem with that?"..... You had so much to say.. but you just couldn't express it... And when you did express it... somehow the words you used.. the person you expressed it to.. the place.. the time.. did not seem so right.. that even after you ripped your heart open for everybody to see.. hear.. feel... it did not make much of a ripple! And then you were like "WTF...ppl understand Sadda Haq... Kolaveri.. et.al but not me...!!!" Yeah.. I know you remember... and all  you could sing is.."Jo bhi mai kehne chahu.. barbaad kare.. alfaaz mere...ohh yayayayaa..." 

For quite sometime now... FB has been mocking me...every time I log on to it... It asks... "What's on your mind? " (which btw I have now learnt to ignore...)  It then strangely picks all those people on FB who are either studying abroad.. or are on exotic vacations.. or getting engaged / married/ pregnant... and paste them on my wall..!! Ufff...!! And all I can do is to... hit the "like" button.. CTRL+C and CTRL+V stuff like "Supa Like... :)" "Congratulationss...!! :) " "M sooooo Happpppppyyyyy 4 uuuuu <3 " .... AAAhhhh phhuuuyyeeeee !!! All that is happening in my life is...  I wake up... I shit in the pot... I get ready for the day.. People shit on me.. around me...I clean self... I eat.. I pray..I sleep..!! and yeah occasionally I f*** people... and people f*** me..!!! (which btw is not so great... trust me.. the F word is overrated..!!)

If you are reading this.. that means you too surely have a well protective roof on your head.. an all you can eat plate of food.. and u can afford warm clothes... of course all this would mean you have a comfortable inflow of "funds". But is it all that matters in life??What about Maslow's Self Actualization??? In spite of the reading scores of monk-y books and e-mails... in spite of having an OK to strong family and friends back up... most of us say WTF yaar??? WHY this Kolaveri Di...??? and feel like a complete Xenon in the crowd...sometime or the other.. or even worse... forever.!

The most successful keep saying... live each day.. each moment..with people you love.. doing what you love... but they never admit if its a late realization (apparently all greats say they missed out on "living life" in a bid to "make life")... If its a late realization... does that mean OXFORD needs to revisit the definition of SUCCESS??  And if its ain't so... then do they(great ppl) fear competition?? Now I am confused.. and I am sure I got you all confused too... and probably saying it aloud... "God....Guess you need some counselling Girl !! "... Hell no..!!

In the past few months I learnt the following cycle of life...

1. WTF! Stage
2. "I gotta do something about it" Stage
3.  "Hell I am better off than others" Stage
4.  "I am happy with what I have" Stage... and wham!....its all history revisited from there...

From where.. whom did I learn..? Don't ask... how long did it take me to learn that... don't ask... but just know I did learn....

But then me being me.... All I want is this twisted toxic certain uncertainty to end... I want stuff to be "crystal clear" ... I want People to see other people as people.... I want the one firing thoughts into my head to slow down... I want my heart to buck up and limit itself to pumping blood... I want to be able to do what I love with people I love... I want to show FB my mid finger and say.. "Now u know what's on my mind !"

BOL: When words aren't enough

The suppressed cries; the boiling anger; the aggregation of frustration are no unknown variables in the lives of a Homo sapien. And if you belong to that economically and socially challenged class, these variables are like a parasitic leech that won't leave you nor would do any good. 

When I saw the movie Bol, I did not know how to react. I was speechless. On one hand I knew the "dark matter" like everybody else. On the other hand, I was completely shell shocked and wondered how rotten if it was true and happened to me. But again it was the dirty stark truth. It (well almost) was "Kahani Ghar Ghar ki" (Story of every household). There was nothing new about the story. Everybody knows and practices "racial and sexual discrimination" (on scale of 1-10) just like they know and sing "Twinkle twinkle little star". 

The protagonist at the end leaves the "audience" with a set of questions and mainly why isn't it a crime to give birth to a child when you can't afford to raise the child economically and socially. A very valid point. Why do people not understand that getting extra help on wages (Child labour is criminal act by the way) also means extra expenses? And if its not for wages but wait for male child (sex determination and abortion is against law, supposedly) like in the movie, then you are extremely atrocious.People out of their desperation to make it to the top of Maslow's pyramid of a developing entity or sheer madness are strangely blinded of the impeding disaster to themselves, their family and to the society at large. They fail to understand the basic law of nature, the basic law of life-its all loopedy -loop. In western countries especially the US, if it is found that parents are unable to keep their children in a happy and stable environment, the children are taken away from them and are sent for open adoption or foster care! 

I ask...How many laws and law keepers, reforms and reformists, civic lessons and social workers, articles and journalists, poems-songs and lyricists, movies and movie-makers et.al does it take to ring in the change? Are we those who simply applaud a certain someone for showing the ugly truth on paper and screen? Or are we those who in ourselves truly believe in flushing away the crap we and our homo sapien ancestors have been extruding till date? 

If all these were one thing, then fight against terrorism is another disgusting pie. Though this is not part of the movie BOL; terrorism in every sense is linked to discrimination by discrimination itself. The recent terror attacks in the country again point out the same issue .... Are we too easy a target? Why are we a target in the first place? Did we knowingly or unknowingly leave the wood and grass to dry and start an unwanted forest fire? Are we ready for a Phoenix act? And if yes, are we willing to volunteer and implement the solution ?

PS: I have purposely omitted the story of the movie, though you could find it anywhere on the net. However, I recommend you see the movie at least once. If you are one of those who are an adherent fan of Golmaal like movies and nothing else, you may feel a sprint of Emotional torture but again as I said it is the Ugly truth.