Wednesday, July 18, 2007




Every emission you make ..................


Every drop you waste
Every emission you make
Every watt you overtake
Every smoke you create
Ill be watching you

Every single day
You’re gonna pay
Every game you play
Every garbage you give away
Ill be watching you

Oh, cant you see
You’re ruining me
How my poor heart aches
With every emission you make

Soon I’ll be gone, lost without a trace
You’ll dream at night but can’t see my face
You’ll look around n realize it’s me, you cant replace
You’ll feel so cold, so hot, so wet and long for me to embrace
You’ll keep crying earth, earth, please...
Be the way you wanna be

Oh, cant you see
You belong to me
How your poor heart would ache
With every breath you take

Every move you make
With blowing industries and vehicles at your stake
Every vow you break
With every ton of CO2 you emanate
With disregard, the changes in climate you create
Ill be watching you


Monday, June 18, 2007




YAARI SAADI YAARI

Eh Yaari! Saadi Yaari!
Yaaran tu changee
Saanu laggey kuch na pyaaree

Oh duniya jaave vaari
Labbo saarey, pajjo maaree maaree
Par labbey na twaanu
Saadi vaangu yaari

Aave Phul,aave chingaari
Kuch na tod paaye saadi yaari

Nibhaayi asaan badi duniyaadaari
Vekhe bade, kaddey jittey teh kaddey mannee haaree
Par kitta yaad asaan jadon yaaraan nu
Teh tappey chale aaye
Manno jeet layi asee duniyaa saari

Shakk naa kareen
Kaddey tuttey na saadi jimmewaari
Assee the jeena teh marna
Eh kehendey!
Ke yaaraan naal asee nibhaanvaan humeshaa saadi yaari
Yaaran naal hee teh zindagi banee saadi Niraali
Eh Yaari! Saadi Yaari!
Yaaran tu changee
Saanu laggey kuch na pyaaree

Saturday, May 12, 2007


I-M-MORAL POLICE


I vividly remember when i first heard about the Moral Police wielding it's powerful baton on some poor love bugs in Connaught Place, New Delhi, on Valentine's day, i was frankly very amused. Saffron Stoles around their necks, they went around ransacking this well decorated restaurant and in the process manhandling the young diners present there too. Now why on heavens earth would someone be bothered with people dating on Valentine's day is still an unanswered query for many of us. I also remember having a good chuckle when one of my mates i attended IIT-prep classes with, mentioned, that he had dedicated a song to these mongrels on the FM-Radio. Any guesses?
Who let the dogs out? Who? Who? Who?
This was one of the best timed humor, i had come across. I'll never forget that pal.


Of course, a few more years elapsed and Feb-14th drew out more youngsters into celebration, not to mention the publicity the saffron mongrels were providing.
Yet again, one fine day; although not at all fine for some poor young cherubic souls warming the benches of a garden in Meerut, were caught at the wrong end of some sadist mood swinging policemen and a police woman. Jobless that they always are, they found entertainment in beating the hell out of every couple or individual sitting in that garden / park. Why?
Moral policing of course.
It was one of the most depressing sites to watch this police woman, go berserk hitting, kicking those youngsters and tearing apart whatever little respect they had for themselves. To add insult to injury this brash police officer had the audacity to tape all that she was proudly doing. Talk about liberty and freedom of expression huh!
Sadly, one of the boys had gone missing for a couple of days, unable to cope with the shame and hurt he had been through.


Yet again, today while watching the news, i see these mongrels up to their tasks again, crying for the blood of a few students of the Fine Arts Dept of a University in Baroda. Reason, a painting exhibition had some nude pieces of work; human anatomy for god's sake.
Shockingly these students were arrested and i believe their Professor who out and out supported them was man-handled too.

Now i wish someone could explain, who do these dogs think they are- "God of our small things"

Who has given them the right to interfere?
Why do they keep getting away with this every now and then?
How long are we going to tolerate this Im-moral Policing?

It's a shame nobody has come out in the open to seriously condemn them, let alone stop them.
Let me list down a few acts that they consider "immoral"
  • Holding hands in public
  • Kissing on the cheek (We're sorry Mr Gere)
  • Sitting on the park benches
  • Celebrating Valentine's day ---Friendship day, Mother's day, Father's day-Beware

Some acts which they carry out, but are definitely Moral
  • Riots
  • Rape & Violence during Riots and Mob attacks
  • Human trafficking
  • Eve teasing
  • Banning movies which don't align with their so called ideologies (Victims: Parzania and Fanaa)

I wish there was an answer to all this. I wish the administration could do something to condemn this, a small step to at least indicate it is not in support of this mayhem.

I only hope and pray the next time i hear of some maniac trying to moral-police, some young turk has the guts and gumption to give it back to them. One meaty blow in their nuts should be good enough for a beginning. Oh yes, please have someone video it too.

Or wait a sec, how about starting an anti-moral policing group.
We can call it "RTLLL"-Right to Live-Love-Laugh. Someone come up with something better plz.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007


What was lacking in our Education, that we were never Inspired to know but just rote and forget?


As I sit in my room reading “India Unbound”, by Gurcharan Das and enjoying every bit of the Economic History, I am drawn into this hollow feeling that I wasn’t taught my subjects well especially my History, Geography and Civics.


The history of our Nation, our Geographical spread across land and seas and the Good Governance we so badly miss in our day to day lives. I am constrained to think why weren't these subjects taught to me with the respect it beholds.


Why am I inspired by the freedom fighters of yesteryear now, why not then? Why the Indian geography appeals to me now but was vague then? Why learning about the Executive, Legislature and the Judiciary was boring then, while I yearn to know more about what’s happening in the UP elections, or the Judiciary’s role in tackling cases given an early unlawful death or the Climatic changes coming our way.


Were we that stupid in the eighth or ninth or tenth standard; or made to be morons to ramble through our books, rote learning to get the maximum marks and be the cynosure of some eyes and the envy of some.


It is frustrating enough to know many of our leaders in the Government bodies are illiterate, have no inclination towards progress and spend half their time in the blame game as to who is a bigger Scamster. To most of us, this does not inspire to take the baton; we’d rather be happy doing our bit for ourselves and confining to our families and friends. It is so easy to comment (which sadly I am delving in too) but how many of us are willing to take up that challenge. Why is that spark missing?


Somehow I would like to lay the blame (easiest thing of course) on our education system, on the way we were taught, on the way we were brought up? Why wasn’t the Revolt of 1857, the team-work of Lal-Bal-Pal, the courage of Subhash Chandra Bose, the struggles of Bhagat Singh read to me in a manner I’d be wishing to remember and willing to recall?

Why do we require a “Rang De Basanti” or a Movie on “Netaji”to remind us of our past struggles and the glory these leaders brought?

Till date the Government wishes to reform the Education system, although not by comprehending the structure of this mundane education system and the manner of teaching, but by editing books to glorify some and defame others, by providing mid-day meals (which most kids don’t end up getting), by paying Teachers who have the least enthusiasm and will to teach.


Let me share this, it is wrong to presume children would want to study for the food they get at lunch. I remember the program we started in my college to teach mess workers, mostly kids (Yes, Child labor in a premier Engineering Institution). They didn’t come for the sweets and chocolates we gave them, nevertheless, the play time they lost, they came to learn. We inspired them with a vision for their future. They enjoyed the sessions because they found it interesting- the story telling, the jokes in between, the narration, the drama. They came for that. I too could have been doing something else and so could most of us, iff the manner of education imparted to us was with an effort to actually enrich our souls with a potpourri of Rich History, Wild Geography and Mesmerizing Civics.

Oh yes forgive me for not yet hitting upon the Gravity of Physics, the Bubbling Chemistry and the Enigma of Biology that befuddled us but also enthused, for we had a career to so badly make.


I pity those poor benchers of today who would be making stupid notes encrypted by some Tom/Dick/Harry who would have topped his way to a B-Ed degree and haunt the naïve kids until they read and read and vomited out all as desired in the exams.

Cometh Glory to that Student and Cometh Glory to that Teacher. The chain continues with batch after batch of Fresh young minds, which ought to be ignited are charred.

For those who run the system:

“What we seek is change in the way we ought to be taught and not what we are taught”

Tuesday, March 06, 2007




Inflate your salary, Slog for a bigger money packet

If you think times are tough, they ain't gettin easier

This chase for money, the ride's gettin steeper

Buck up or it's gonna deflate your pocket, empty your wallet

Monday, March 05, 2007

THE ODYSSEY towards ODESSA
I often sang within, "I want to break free", from this stranglehold of a sheepish life. Often we wish to be in our comfort zones, living an easy paced, seldom exciting but secure life. We go through the motions following a mechanical clock, direction known but goal forlorn.
Certain things come your way, they cause turbulence within and you do not realise the best way to respond. You do not know which friends to fall upon. I was going through mine. Only that i was lucky; mine was unnoticed or ignored.
One fine day, i decided, this was it. It was time to move on. It was time to "Come out of my Comfort Zone". It was exciting early on, brought positive anxiety. However as the days passed by the feeling was difficult to sink in. I was saddened to leave behind certain stuff. Certain friends, certain security and a certain environment that one doesn't shrug off so easily. Although, deep within i knew i had to and although till day i still find difficult to.
Ambition is necessary in life. Even if they change with your whims, count youself lucky to have one or many. Without one, your soul would endlessly yearn for one. The search engine should never stop.
As uncertainity seeps in, i look up to the many great men, who took "The Road not Taken" and carved a niche for themselves. I hope, i pray, i wish, i can carve mine too.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

MISS-UNDERSTANDING
A joke that caused a stir
A joke that pained n poked
A joke that nearly terminated a friendship
A friendship, so honest, so meaningful, so true
A freindship all observed
N mentioned, it's rare, we've seen few
I request, i reason
It was a folly
A harmless notion
A stupid joke, no cause for treason
Sometimes, i still ponder
Somehow, i still wonder
I wonder why?
If there are a few moments in life
I would want God to eliminate
It would be this!
My apologies seek your understanding
Let there be no ill-will, no hurt, no Misunderstanding
Let there be no Miss in our Understanding.