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Mirror

Mirror, mirror on the wall
who do you think is the happiest of all?


Is it the man with truckloads of money
Who is bathed in luxury?
Has his own beach for the days sunny,
and a golden toilet to pee?


Is it the man with nature's power,
He who can make the country dance?
Who can decide the fate of rocks and flowers
And wipe life on Earth without a chance?


Is it the man who rules the nation,
who can decide where the country-esque ship must sail?
He who can reward the good
and send the baddies to jail?


No, my son, none of these,
can match the farmer of fields.
He provides the world with grains, veggies and peas
Through the the power of the spades he yields.


The men of might are useless
when it comes to policemen.
The mighty men are worse than pieces in chess
and like to gobble the nation's yen.


These men do not have a pinch of sacrifice
Like the soldier at the turret
For him, his duty to the nation is never suffice
And is ready to meet death from a bullet. 


Son, there might be men of fire and ice,
who may have power beyond imagination.
But they pale out in front of men in service,
proud of their duty to their nation.

Tale of the buried

3rd December, 1984. Time-1:00 p.m. Location-Bhopal. On that very morning history was written. Nothing like it had ever happened. Strangely, 8000 people perished instantly as that moment of history was made.

That history you know as the Bhopal Gas Tragedy.

There is one very famous photo that stood-and still stands for the tragic tale-the tale of how capitalism, in its carelessness and greed, imposed silence on thousands of innocents, and how that silence still haunts the unlucky survivors.

What is he saying here?

Look in my eyes

I hope you are able to see

How my eyes reflect

My childhood ecstasy

I hope those eyes show you

the glory of the childhood

I was happy living in

The mother whose love

had sustained me here

is now deeply grievin'

Even I don't know 

What happened to her

Maybe she is now sleeping

Free from all danger

Look in my eyes

Do you see the dream?

It's what I lived for

It made my life gleam

Alas, I am a-silly

How can you look into

the memory of my eyes?

Like a baby in a blanket

The gas has clouded

My memories, now they're more opaque

than ice.

"Do you feel it?"-A tree-hugger's fear

Global warming is the new danger everybody's afraid of, besides terror and recession. Environmentalists shout, cry and strain their vocal cords to utter two words "go green" all day long. But nobody cares two hoots about it, and go on throwing plastic everywhere or burn gallons of fuel for speed. 

A true environment lover is probably someone who pesters us with questions. About our self-consciousness. 

Perhaps "go green" is a simple two-word replacement for the harm we cause to ourselves and how careless we are for ourselves and the rest. Perhaps this is what they really mean:

"Hey there. I must say, you are damn lucky. You got your parents, friends, family, everything you want. You are happy."

"If your ears are perfect, can you hear these wailing tiger cubs, who lost their mother to hunting?"

 "Do you feel it?"

"If you think the world has plenty of safe food, can you save this dying vulture? His food has poisoned him."

"Do you feel it?"

"If you think damage is nothing, can you help this stranded polar bear get back to his home?"

"Do you feel it?"

"If you think cutting trees is good, then make a home for these shelterless birds. They lost their home to deforestation."

"Do you feel it?"

"If you think technology can save lives, can you stop the world dying from the UV rays seeping through the ozone layer?"

 "Do you feel it?"

""it", the harm you are causing to the world's way of life?"

"Do you feel an urge to prevent tearing apart babies from families?"

"Do you feel an urge to provide home to the innocent prey?"

"Do you feel some remorse for the damage you caused to planet Earth?"

"Do you feel that it's time to act, before it's too late?"

"Do you feel it?"

No Smoking-the Calvin and Hobbes "ishtyle"

Inimitable, really. Did you really need to retire from drawing Calvin and Hobbes really, Bill? :(

Introduction to the blog

It's been 15 years since I took my birth on mother Earth. And being in the City of Raja Bhoj, life is quiet and smooth. And I am still confused by this question:

What the hell are you, and what you want to be ahead?

I still, frankly, don't know. I have many ambitions in life (some of the awkward type), and only time and my work will tell if they will be fulfilled. Till then, here I am, a passenger on the Train of Life, on which the residents of the world are all aboard.

As time passes, my posts will reveal more of my mind. What I do, what I think, what I feel, and how I see the myriad colours of life. They will reveal a complete sketch of my imagination, depending on how dedicated I am to editing the blog :)

You, the reader, now have the keys to my mind. And you can read my mind whenever you wish, whether on your PC, or on a cell phone. My mind is open to yours truly.