Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Such is the Irony of Life


Mind craves to wander
In a milieu that becomes fonder

Efforts to thwart change
Desire a world as we arrange

Once assumed achieved, skirmish with boredom
Secretly harness a longing for freedom

Such is the irony of life
Quest for peace often results in strife

Annihilation of flora & fauna
In the pursuit of delusional Nirvana
Blinded & Manipulated into a race
With irrelevant milestones to chase

A Society that sermonizes freedom
Ruthlessly oscillating between obscurity and stardom
Such is the irony of life
Only the tongue gets mightier than the knife


Emotions fuelled by anger and disgust
Unleashing the suppressed monster of lust

Ecosystem where crime too is organized
Information is tailored, radicalized and glamourized

Is Karmic imbalance signalling an impending bang?
OR is all positivity veiled in a violently swerving yin and yang?

Such is the irony of life
Ignoring the present, intrigued by the after-life

Such is the irony
In our “Establishment” of tyranny


Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Circus ke Pyaade; Kahin Munaafe aur kahin Faayde!














One morning, I got up at night
In my brain, there was a light

Said to myself, "What an idea Sirjee!"
Posted it online before someone calls it farzee
 

One morning, I got up at night
With my inner-self, I had a fight

I said, I live in good times and a free country
It said, "wake up and smell the coffee, you're NOT the ‘Pradhan Mantri

One morning, I got up at night
I felt like shouting with all my might

‘The Constitution’ grants me “Freedom of Expression”
As long as it comes with adequate Disclaimers and does not trigger aggression










One morning, I got up at night
Seedhi baat, no bakwaas, as advocated by Sprite

Moun raho tho sanskaari
Virodh karo tho krantikaari

One morning, I got up at night
And nothing just seemed right

Negative ya positive, publicity tho milti hai
Har din naya jhamela, ‘Abhi tho party shuru hui hai’!

One morning, I got up at night
With no solution in sight

Drama hai, Action bhi hota hai
Har event pe reaction tho humara haq banta hai









One morning, I got up at night
Everything was grey, nothing black or white

Go ahead and express your vidroh
But please ensure, it is “quid-pro-quo”

One morning, I got up at night
And my imagination took flight

I could virtually see the ‘swacch’ and ‘achche din’
Iss segment ke prastut karta hai Surf aur Rin. Tin tin di Din

This Morning, I got up at night
Truth lay there, shining bright

Hum thehre Shatranj nahin par Circus ke Pyaade
Aur Humaare dum pe hote hain kisi aur ke faayde

Monday, June 6, 2016

Ghaas-Root Philosphies & Definitions






Philosophies

Hang around with one for long (“Lang”) and with age you’ll understand Language better.

Wordplay is to reading as foreplay is to sex, if it is not orgasmic, “yeh dil maange more” and if it is orgasmic, “dimaag maange more”; because for the ‘dim-wit’, it sparks some “aag”.


When the intentions are punctured but attendance is an act of forced eventuality, you understand the reason in one’s lack of punctuality.
Yaabi in Somali is ‘to be astonished’.  Sincerely, do your ‘kaam’ and be prepared to be astonished, coz the result will always be “kaamyaabi

We’re displaying top-class “herd-mentality” to be collectively accepted as “heard”-mentality.
Looking for Opportunity to insert the “Iin every situation on and on dilutes one’s “opinion
The main reason for any conflict is the focus on “main” in everything.
Sense of “hum” is the need of the hour. (Humour)

Talk without action is a good tact to let people walk away
It is important to act if you desire an impact
Good example is Marriage that teaches us to Martyr the “I” and together age gracefully.

The biggest con job witnessed is the act of venting about death of innocence in the name of Convenience
Simple LivingHigh Thinking has morphed into Complex Thinking about moving to “High-rise living

Definitions
Urban Life
Urgent need to ban life as prescribed by nature

Rural Life
Rudimentary efforts towards nature’s progressive and evolutionary rally define “Rural Life”.

Intoxicate
“The urge to kill individual sensibilities with toxic thoughts and eradicate logic”

Social Media
Society’s craving for proverbial acceptance and emphasizing ‘Me’ amongst the ‘Diaspora’

Attitude
Failure is not to be looked at as a burden but as a spring-board to reach higher altitude


Be Original. After all, Imitation has its limitations.

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Time and Focus

Our school English Grammar had a section called Reference to Context (RTC).
Very irritating during school but one of the few things that has extreme relevance in real life. But alas, equally missed because many didn’t pay attention to that “portion” during school.

Today, most conversations take place without a reference. Agreements and disagreements stem ‘out of context’.

In this article however, the RTC is TIME & FOCUS.

Take a situation where you’re in a certain frame of mind and see and connect with some interesting piece on social media. The immediate urge to share it with your friends is easily executable with the help of smart phones and easy access. 
Never mind the frame of mind of the recipient and whether or not he/she will understand the context. Now, he/she will infer it in his/her context and further pass it on with the same intention.

This ‘ritual’ reminds me of two things.
1. These construction workers passing the bricks making a human chain and


2. The Chinese whispers.

In the first case, the workers don’t know the purpose of the bricks being passed. They come on daily wages. They’re clueless if it’s for a house, shop, palace or grave? They merely pass the bricks.
Imagine to that, they change the shape and size of the bricks as per their understanding. 
That’s what we do with information these days.

What is the root cause? The answer is simple.
Focus has been sacrificed at the altar of “multi-tasking”

While there is no sense of urgency to get anything productive done, there is an evident mad rush to skim through life.

After all, we owe the false sense of being busy to our smartphones.

This reminds me of a scene from the first installment of Kung Fu Panda where Po struggles to climb the mountain to get a glimpse of his favorite Famous Five and the eventual Dragon Warrior. He puts in a lot of effort, pulls and pushes the cart but at the end, finds himself only a few steps from ground level.
We struggle and put in a lot of effort but get nowhere. The good news is, we are not far from making mends and starting afresh either.

The biggest by-product of the above is we have useless information that fakes itself as data points during decision making thereby over-complicating simple decisions and events.
Earlier things were pretty straight forward. You know, black or white with a few sprinkled grey characters. Now there are 50 shades of Grey, metaphorically speaking.
This false sense of being busy has either derailed or killed many an old-world charm, ‘Patience’ and ‘Romance’ being the biggest victims.

In career building, it's about knowing what one needs/seeks; practicing/pursuing it with passion; allowing results to improve and eventually taste sweet success. Patience is a dying virtue in the world of fast-food, use-and-throw products and instant results.
Instant results also follow itself in the world of relationships. I’m seeking ‘x’ and if I don’t get it, I’ll go looking for it elsewhere.
Love in earlier days was associated with Romance and Romance with enigma.
Mind you, ‘Romance’ is an important ingredient in Love for it to last long.
Each individual is different and learning / discovering interesting things about each other over a period of time (patience) is what makes Romance so romantic.
In today’s Tinder-world, where people swipe left and right, you’ll know s#!t about a person through these easily fake-able profiles. It’s worth an effort even if it means that after you’ve met in person, he/she turns out to be nothing more than s#!t. It’s the experience that counts and not the result.

Pursuing a person you think you love is different from stalking. Stalking is a mental disorder whereas pursuing belongs to the romance family. It is in the interest of both for this phase to occur. This period tests for perseverance and consistence. It helps to filter out infatuation and lust.
Only true love wins. Only true passion succeeds.

RTC all this while has been TIME & FOCUS. Think Think. Wink Wink.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Oh Dear!


Responsibilities and Burdens; we bear
For Friends, Relatives and all dear
To their issues and concerns; we lend an ear
Insecurities, phobias and competition; feed our fear
Focus intact on cosmetics, costumes gown or gear
Inner voice and conscience, hard to hear
A parent; A spouse; A colleague; A boss; but NOT a lear
What an emotional mear
All for worldly materials that are seemingly near
Elusive nutrients, vegetables, dry-fruits, apples or pear
Illusional perspective with an emotional bag hanging by the rear
Reactions and consequences, suddenly surface like a sear
Wounds, scars and internal pain that often trigger a tear
Despite all, a mask, a smile, we must wear
Exist, justify, breathe, keep pushing ourselves Year on Year

Note: This is a simple poem about all words that end with the letters "ear" in ascending order from "a" to "z".

Monday, April 18, 2016

If you can?





Let me run; let me go
Break the shackles
Lose the shape
Let me run; let me go

I wanna fall
I wanna feel the fall
I wanna learn to rise
And fall all over again

Don’t teach me
Coz I don’t wanna learn
At least not from your mistakes
Let me commit my own

Let me run; let me go
Out of the mould
Out of the so-called box
Let me run; let me flow

There’s hidden hypocrisy
In teaching and training
You get to do stuff
That I’m not allowed to

Let me bleed
Let me cry
I’ll value the smile and appreciate the stars
When I nurse my wounds and brave the scars

Let me run; let me flow
Away from inhibitions
Conditions and limitations
Let me run; let me glow

I believe I can win the world
Don’t teach me to be practical
I believe I can soar high
Stretch my imagination and reach the sky

Let me sing; let me dance
No more mind games
Break the chains and cut the noose
Let me breathe; Let me fly

Monday, March 7, 2016

Just Another Day!

Oh Womaniya!
Why art thou expecting a man’s validation?
For what you have achieved
Is beyond man’s comprehension

Not that you had to, but you’ve demonstrated in all fields
Braving all odds and strife
Early 1900's needed a push
But today it ought to be a way of life

You’re equal in every way
There should be no NEED for a ‘Woman’s Day’
It should be a shame if
8th March is NOT yet ‘Just Another Day’!