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Saturday, May 2, 2026

Words & Actions

Actions speak louder than words

Not when words are meant to hurt

To sting, to leave an imprint

Actions fade into the background

When words are loud enough

Hurt people hurt people

Hurt people say hurtful words

Bringing more hurt - a hurtful cycle

Stops only when hurt heals

How does hurt heal?

Is it words or action?

Can healing words heal the hurt?

Or do they just sting the wound

Should be actions then

Maybe that’s how they're really loud

But actions are in the future

Can the present borrow some healing

From the future, when actions shout

Maybe just a whisper right now

Spoken with words meant to heal

That should work, should heal the heart right away

If it doesn't, then there is always time

Words sink in with time

Actions grow louder


So it’s time that’s the loudest

Time — the great healer

Until it runs out

Leaving the wound open forever

Friday, December 27, 2013

Opinions Overdrive


Before I start, I should warn you that this piece is utterly pointless. Of all my ramblings, this is the only one that’s truly random. The only reason I’m writing this is because I haven’t written in a long time. The excuse that I’ve been giving myself is that I can’t zero in on a topic. Between you and me, that’s bullshit!

The reason why I haven’t been writing is because I have been too busy living my life vicariously, living my life through my facebook news feed. Why write, when you can read the most “entertaining” debates without making much of an effort. Do note the stress on the word “entertaining”. That’s because these so called debates are nothing more than that. Half-baked facts, emotional outbursts and personal attacks, they’re all these “debates” rely on. One might ask that if they are so bad, why do I still go through them. Honestly, I have no idea. I’m inclined to say that it’s because if you go through all that garbage, you are bound to find at least a few sound arguments. But that’s not the real reason. The real reason is that it has become a guilty pleasure. Somewhere in my brain, there’s always a teeny little voice saying, “Stop wasting time! Read something else, anything else! Read a book for God’s sake!” But that voice is more often than not, subdued by the loud claps and whistles of the basest section of the brain, that demands nothing but entertainment. 

I cannot talk about debates and facebook without bringing up the Indian social media’s fascination with politics. I mean, what’s up with that! Today, everyone on social media is a political pundit. When did we become so aware? If I remember correctly, this wasn’t the case two years back. What happened? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. I’m all for a politically aware society. It just perplexes me to no end. With everyone having an opinion on everything, I am bombarded with opinions every day. It does not leave much scope for me to form my own opinion. It leaves me confused. I’m confused about the prospects of AAP, which I, like every well-meaning Indian, hope replicates the “Nayak” story. I’m confused about BJP, which, for some reason has chronic self-destructive tendencies. Don’t even get me started on Modi, who for some people, is the only viable solution, while for others, is the angel of death in the garb of a PM candidate. The only thing that I’m not confused about is that I don’t like Congress, not one bit. And that the Rahul dude is surprisingly daft.

I may be wrong, but I feel that if I spend a lot of time reading up on various related topics from good, credible sources, I’ll be able to do away with most of my confusions. But by then, it won’t matter. The Lok Sabha elections would have had taken place, and there would be new issues up for debate. So what are my options? When I think about it, I feel being confused is not such a bad thing. It’s a thousand times better than being a hardliner, or having an opinion based on the Facebook debates. I can stay confused till the very end, until I absolutely have to take a stand, when I can finally decide based on the cumulative information acquired till that point of time. I don’t have to be a political pundit to be of service to my nation. All I need to be is a responsible and an aware citizen. That’s not too much to ask for, is it?










Saturday, August 27, 2011

Writer's Block

Every once in a while in every writer’s life, there comes a phase when he just cannot write. You do get fragmented ideas but not a cohesive train of thoughts, something that could transform into a piece. If you are a poet, rhyming has most probably deserted you. Nothing seems to provide enough inspiration for a poem. And it has most probably taken a toll on your self-esteem as a writer.

I don’t consider myself too much of a writer, but yes, at the moment, I’m going through this phase. I have started a lot of articles lately, a couple of poems, but haven’t been able to complete them. A lot of pieces have been conceived in my brain, but they were killed before they could make a difference.

I have thought a lot about the reason for this problem. And though I wish it was something cooler, something more profound, but it boils down to this- I am suffering from acute laziness. Sloth has become a part of my existence, so much so, that just the effort of using my brain seems too much to make, forget using my fingers to type. There are a couple of other reasons, but I guess I’ll let laziness take over and not write about them.

But before I succumb completely to the embrace of my bed and to the lure of daydreaming, let me list the topics I’ve been meaning to write about.

  • 1.) Love and the myths surrounding it.
  • 2.) The importance of praying.
  • 3.) Anna Hazare (I guess almost every person in this country wants to write about him, most of them have already accomplished this feat.)
  • 4.) Bakchodi (People who know me know what it is, and how important it is to me.)
  • 5.) A couple of cheesy romantic poems.
  • 6.) There were more but I don’t remember them now.

So you see, had my brain been working properly, the world would be richer by a couple of pieces of good literature. But then, the human brain is way more complex than that, and instead of literary masterpieces, all I’m left with, is a writer’s block.

PS: If anyone tries to steal my ideas, I’ll be really pissed!!

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Reason

Because I fell for you the first time I met you, and I’m falling for you still.
Because with you around, my dreams are beautiful, and the reality more so.
Because you make me believe in fate, and that it’s not some evil monster.
Because when I look at you, I understand the meaning of the word beautiful.
Because I think of you every moment I’m awake, and before I go to sleep.
Because I dream of you almost every night, and I think of you in every dream.
Because for some reason, your happiness has a direct impact on mine.
Because it’s amazing how you’re the first person I talk to everyday, and also the last.
Because with you, I forget the past, I don’t care about the future.
Because it’s exactly how they tell you in the books, better than they show in the movies.
Because you make me smile like a madman, at odd hours and wrong places.
Because life was a mess before you stopped by, and then everything was perfect.
Because you make me use the word perfect way more than I should.
Because you make me write stuff that is not poetry, that does not qualify as prose.
Because you are perfect, and you are mine.


For those who wanna make fun... go right ahead... i don't really care :D




Sunday, June 19, 2011

Khudayi

Aayatein padhne chala tha main, naam zubaan pe tera aaya.
Mandir mazjid dhoonda jise, us rab ko bas tujhme paya.
Tu hi bata manu kis khuda ko ab,
Allah ka banda tha, tere ishq ne kaafir banaya.

my first attempt at hindi/urdu poetry... please bear with me...

Friday, April 15, 2011

My Heart Was Set

I saw you standing by the river.
I saw your hair was wet.
I bid my legs to walk away.
But my heart, my heart was set.

All I wanted was a look at you.
All I wanted was to touch your hair.
After all those nights you'd kept me awake,
This little liberty, it only seemed fair.

But, for you, I was a monster.
For you, I'd always been one.
Scared that I'd come to ravage you,
Gathering all you had, you started to run.

And I ran after you,
I called out your name.
You didn't even turn to look at me.
And you ran, you ran all the same.

It was then I wish I had stopped,
It was then I wish I'd taken a breath.
'Coz I don't remember what happened afterwards.
I do not know how I caused your death.

Gun in my hand, tears in my eyes,
Blood on your body thin.
That's when I saw my love dying,
And that's when I died within.

Monday, March 14, 2011

The Best Of God

This article is not about empowerment of women, or for that matter any social issue. It’s simply about women, and the influence they have had on my life. Most of the civilised male population spends a large part of their lives acting enemies of the fairer sex. We offend them, disrespect them, objectify them. In short, we play the part of the enemy to perfection. But what we generally don’t realize is that we cannot survive without them.

Whether men like it or not, women remain the most important factors determining the course of their lives. And it is not without a reason. Women are everything that men aren’t. It sounds cliché but women complete men. And what do they get in return, disrespect and paranoia. I know it’s not a single person’s responsibility to pay the whole male population’s dues to the female species, yet I’d like to try, to make a start.

For starters let’s talk about the various roles that women take up in our lives. As mothers, they nurture us, as sisters they share our childhood, as friends, well as friends they are as good as anyone can be. And as spouses, let’s just say they take our hearts away and never return them. And these are only the most common roles, the most popular ones. There are so many roles that women play in their lifetimes that go unnoticed, yet are just as important. One might wonder what makes women capable of playing so many roles. I believe it is because women are more capable of emotions. Yes, women are emotional, sentimental. This is perceived as a weakness by the world. But actually it is this quality that makes them special.

And special they are. Every man will agree that women, in any role, have an aura that’s more soothing and more comforting than anything else in the world. I guess that’s the reason why whenever we need someone to talk to, we prefer a female. Not because they have a solution to every problem. On the contrary, men are supposed to be more objective and practical than women. Both qualities considered necessary for problem solving. But what women have is their colossal capacity for kindness. Most probably, that is why they can always empathise with your pains. It is this empathy that translates into strength, strength to bear that pain.

Talking about strength, women, according to me are the strongest beings on the planet. They may not be physically as strong as men, but then physical prowess is the most trivial form of strength. Women are far superior to men when it comes to strength of character, emotional stability, and the ability to endure pain. It is generally seen that it is easier for women to get over break ups than men. Many believe it’s because women are insensitive. What they forget while making this accusation is that it is as painful for the woman as it is for the man. But the ability to endure pain, both physical and emotional, is what that gets them through. It is the same ability that makes them survive childbirth, the same ability that makes them survive men.

No discussion about women can be complete without taking into account the quality that drives every male crazy- their unpredictability. A large part of almost every guy’s life is spent in trying to figure out what goes through women’s minds. And more often than not, the efforts are met with failures, even when the same women lead them to believe otherwise. They confuse us, perplex us, sometimes even make us mad. But then it is the same unpredictability that makes them special. Yes, they make us mad. And it is not necessarily a bad thing.

Women are a different species. And as my friends know, I believe they are a species greater than that of men. The mere concept of women is beautiful. It is an enigma that will never be solved, a thing of pure beauty that will never be tarnished. It is said that God takes a lot of time creating women. And it shows. Women have in them the best of humanity, the best of God.