Stop! That hand will rattle you;
It will lightly brush you with adoration
but you will yearn for more.
Stop! Those eyes will muddle you;
They will look at you tenderly
but you won't find your way in the dark.
Stop! That concern will jumble you;
It will offer you solace
but you will toss and turn in your bed.
Take care and build a fence!
I am not hurt
I am an oaf now
To me you were like a kid
(Yes, WERE).
There’s a stroke of ruefulness
Though you don’t deserve any.
You are savouring this,
Your evil mind is embedded in you,
Your evilness will kill our innocence and trust.
You are such a waste of energy,
Or you are wasted.
What you call religion is not just reading the Book,
Follow it and perhaps you will be cleansed.
Don't fret
Love is not pure
Love has a waft
But it just changes it's whiff
A friend's love smells of fun and concern
A student's love smells of attention and fondness
A spouse's love smells of chores and onus
A family's love smells of trust and strength
A parent's love smells of comfort and warmth
A lover's love smells of passion and separation
In one breath love has myriad aromas.
Take them all in.
Corners and toilets feel the safest
Walls on your sides in a corner are arms wrapped around you
The silence in the toilet is a lullaby sung to you
The groove of a corner is your lover's bosom
The silence of the toilet is your mother's comfort
Toilets and Corners it is then!
It is the design
The pattern is the same
First it is numbness-forced one
Then comes that special touch full of warmth
Numbness trembles because it was not real
The touch leaves an imprint
You use fake detergent to wash it away
You know if the imprint stays stains won't be far behind
You are fed-up with washing the stains
But the touch creates a flutter
You know it is the design
You don't really delight in the design
But there is no flipside
So stains and more stains and tough stains you are left with to wash again.
Spineless: A species that has a spine but because of lack of inner security or self-confidence their spine loses strength and , therefore, are called spineless. You will definitely see their spine but it will be squelchy. If you press their spine tenderly it it may ooze out sycophancy which can have an unbearable stink. Mostly, you will find this species everywhere but more at the workplace.
So there is one Mr. Charan Singh Sapra, the President of Punjabi Cultural And Heritage Board who thinks he is the keeper of Sikh values, morals and beards. He has made Saif and others associated with the film, Love Aaj Kal , apologize ( that little wriggly worm inside me says that the apology was in the form of bank notes with Mahatma Gandhi's photo on them) to the Sikh community. I am also a part of the community but I don't need anybody's apology because I don't think there has been any misrepresentation of Sikhs if Saif is seen with a trimmed beard in the film.In fact he has potrayed the Sikh character with dignity and elan.
Mr Sapra would surely know that all Sikh marriages take place in Gurudwaras now. Many grooms have trimmed beards and nobody can stop them from getting married in the gurudwara just because their beard is trimmed!
On the other hand it is people like Sweety Baba aka Sarabjot Singh, son of Buta Singh who are a blot on the Sikhs for having names like Sweety Baba. And will Mr Sapra please ask Sweety Baba to apologise for the crores he has gulped down his big round Balley Balley belly?
Also will Mr Sapra please ask those two heavily- bearded Sikh Jawans in Assam to apologise for teasing a girl who owns a shop?
Its time that the likes of Charan Sapra stopped targetting soft targets like Imtiaz Ali, Saif or Akshay Kumar for political and monetary gains.
For the first time I was stirred by the swearing-in ceremony of the new cabinet ministers. Graceful, sombre, intense, serious, business-like, professional - thats how they looked. I hope they will sustain this this time inspite of parties like the DMK.
Some bodies are being bought, some bodies are being sold;
the wheeling-dealing makes you guys businessmen of the ugly sort;
yes, politics is a business
but you get so immersed in your business that you forget the ones who are immersed
in floods, in sewage water, in darkness, in droughts, in famine, in joblessness, in poverty,in long queues outside your offices, in unending lawsuits,in potholes, in caste wars, in honour killings, in cargo ships packed like sardines to cross over illegally, in ignorance, in fanaticism.
If only you were not bodies in a market!
If only you guys were real politicians!
Your noise is deafening
Make some good noise;
didn't you know there is good noise?
Your noise is all about yourself;
why don't you keep it to yourself?
Your noise demeans my silence;
why can't you just shut it up?
She is the reproduction machine
so she must abide by the rules,
she must make choices,
she must lead a black and white life,
she must feel guilty for transgressing,
she must not express her angst
because
the reproduction machine should not make a noise!
You got colder and colder
Was it some kind of anger?
Thank you! I am cold, too!
So cold that even memories of those 30 years I want to bin
To me you were like a limp vegetable in a freezer bag when you asked me to rush to see the dead body!
You didn't let me take in that pale face which had waited for me for so long.
Only papers, documents and signatures are your need now.Nothing wrong! It's important!
But what about those cycle rides, the stick ice-creams,the cricket matches, the fights over magazines,the rum in steel glasses, the weird jokes,those coal lines on the brick walls in those beautiful village vacations, the riddles on the terrace in the moonlit nights, those mosquito nets, the roasting of peanuts in sand on the fire?
I'll bin them all! What did you do to them?
She was the pearl of his eyes
Bits : She climbed on his shoulders,he would swirl her around,the big sketches on the ceiling, the first drink of gin, the ride on his motorbike with her little hands clinging to him for support,the sense of pride in his eyes, special meals for the special visitor and more!
She is the pearl of his eyes but the sheen is fading from the pearl
But a pearl is a pearl.
Shyness , the by-product of low self-esteem, is the root cause of the students not being able to speak English. Shyness gets attached to learning of English language because English is more of a high status language in Turkey and in India.People hold speakers of English in awe because they think anyone who can speak English is posh and even intelligent! What a fallacy it is!
Students of English as a Foreign Language must remember that English is now a work language; it has gained that status of work language more after globalisation. They overcome any obstacles to get a job. In the same way they must not bow down to jokes or being made fun of when they begin to speak English. Its just another language to communicate
You want someone
to feel wanted,
You reject someone
to feel wanted,
You insult someone
to feel wanted,
You love someone
to feel wanted,
You pray to god
to feel wanted,
You show-off
to feel wanted,
You behave child-like
to feel wanted,
You cry
to feel wanted,
You fight
to feel wanted.
Your whole life hinges on being wanted.
Why don't you try this?
Want yourself.
