हाज़िर यह दिल, यह सीने हैं

आज़ाद देश में घुलाम बन कर रहते हैं,
कुछ लोग हमें नामुराद कहते हैं।
वोह वक़्त कुछ और था,
आगे दौर कुछ और होगा।
हम कल नहीं, आज हैं
माना अपने आप से थोड़े नाराज़ हैं।

उनका बसंती था,
हमारा रंग कुछ और होगा।
पर टोली में आज, हम भी शामिल हो गए,
किसी एक राह पर चलने के, हम भी कायल हो गए।
अब तुमसे क्या छुपाना, हम भी कमीने हैं।
हम भी गोली खाएँगे,
हाज़िर ये दिल, ये सीने हैं।

"Don't you have a story to tell? What has happened to all the stories we start and then cant finish? Have you preseved them in some dark dusty corner of your imagination?" I wrote these first few lines almost an year back. Case in point you'd think? Well, so much has changed since then. I have stopped chasing stories. I think we should let them hide in the cool dark spots. They will emerge when its their time.

Masses numb walked below.
And truth that night, was lying low

I saw him hanging by the city gate,
The judges had decided his fate.

He had paid the price,
to have let us hear his voice.

They then got out the body bag
and set fire to his filthy rag.

Never again will a voice be raised.
What for? seems to ask the silent grave.

A little of everything

Our lives are a elemental mix of a lot of things. Angst, glee, emptiness, indifference, joy, obsessions... all of them come home to roost. And yet, we are so much more than just the net impact of all these things. We are a little of everything. We survive, crave, fend off, lean in, avoid, embrace. Some of us dance with wolves, some have gotten bored, some have just started off on what they have always wanted. But, all of us are living a little of everything.

Hmmm

I belong! I belong! to the bluetooth club

People of the sun! I have just bought myself a brand new Sony ericsson w810i. It comes with a, beat this, orginal Sony charger. Have you ever seen a Nokia phone offer a Sony charger? Something about a Sony guys.
But, we digress. It has a camera with 5 effects, bluetooth, walkman technology and a set of two awesome speakers.

I am clicking images in sepia tone.
I am listening to my favourite riffs.
Everytime you call, your picture flashes.
Everything is right with the world.

I am a trigger happy, music blasting, ghetto motha right now. I can click and upload and send @ the speed of my whim.

Happyness is killing me!

This post assumes that you have read the previous post and have realised that I had used a 'y' in happyness instead of using an ' i ' in the damn thing. The point of using a ' y ' was and is trivial. Whats interesting is the reaction of some grammar/language control freaks. ( I love the disparaging tone that control freaks has here!). But this post isnt about giving back a pat reply. It has to be bigger than that. You have to rise above brickbats and blah blah.

So, I am here beacuse all of this sparked off a few thoughts in my usually starved for thoughts brain. My thought was, "Interaction is the basic food for our emotions". It fuels our idea of self. We look forward to corresponding and going back and forth on issues , topics etc. Trivial the better. Even some of the most hardened self proclaimed cynics find it within themselves to come out of the shell and pout. And all of this is the good part. This is what brings out the best in people. This is sunshine country.

If it makes you happy, it cant be that bad

A friend just told me about a book she is reading. Its called Ek Chithara Sukh by Nirmal Verma. I havent read the book but immediately liked what I thought it was about. We all chase the ephemeral moment of happyness. I have heard, it takes little to make us happy. I have heard that happiness is delinked from income or material things. I have even heard that happiness is love. Maybe all of us have our own version of it. . Maybe all of us lack it in our own unique way.

Hmm, that gets me to think about what makes me happy? Coming home and listening to some solid riffs does. So do things like spending a day at Dilli Haat, talking about possibilities at Cafe Leopold, finding lost comfort at Turquoise Cottage, seeing Bunty run down the basketball court (no actually thats a moment of pure mirth). I treasure all these things. I treasure all the people I do them with.

Lot has been said on this topic. People have used tones ranging from wistful nostalgia to new age detachment to pure simple exasperation. I cant possibly add anything more meaningful.

So, I quote a line from a song i like. "If it makes you happy, it cant be that bad."

Share and Awe

I read a new phrase. the Pond of Pointlessness. Heavy stuff this.
People are so amazing... they think of awesome phrases, multiple partners, per capita consumption and what have you.

Do you have a original, Cannes gold, claim to fame phrase?
Share and awe.

If we look at 25 - 35 year old working professionals, these would definitely come up.... Process, Issues, Break Up (both monetary and romantic), Stress, Sex, Night Out, Monday, Are you on orkut? - No!?- Gmail? No! - Oh ok...maybe we will run into each other at the blind school gala.
I know, I know...had to take a dip into the poind of pontlessness. However, what i want to think about is how rapidly are our thoughts moving about. I know about me...I am a mess of images, thoughts, half decisions and nicotine. How do we slow down? Do we want to slow down?

To the battle stations mate...Captain Jack is coming.

If You Were a Song?

If each of us could be a song, which one would you be?
I would be my own version of Tuesday's Gone.