Sunday, September 24, 2006

Am I?

Not a bead glistens my eyelashes when I am in intractable trauma,
But can’t stop my surging tears when my hero dies in an onscreen drama;
Am I weird?

I crave and miss my loved one, whom I cannot see,
Is it because he is no longer there for ME?
Am I selfish?

I wish to pull the moon and wrap it around,
I long to get hold of Aladdin’s magic lamp to fulfill my wishes unbound;
Am I immature?

Death scares me, Rejection scoffs at me, Expectations tenses me,
The fear of losing my kith and kin terrifies me;
Am I a coward?

Am I weird, selfish, immature and a coward?
So many negatives huddled in a pod,
Am I a pessimist?

Monday, September 18, 2006

Homosexuals ---- Criminals...Are They??

Homosexuality...Impending verdict....criminalized victims....raging debates....open letters…misconceptions and controversies…all part of this tabooed issue. The Section 377 of Indian Penal Code states homosexuality as something unnatural and hence criminal. Criminals…huh &#$&…with rapists and perverts roaming scot-free…how can you possibly justify turning otherwise law-abiding citizens into criminals just because they have different sexual preferences — choices that hurt nobody?

Homosexuality is as old as human civilization. The only problem is that views on these issues were proscribed from being voiced. C’mon ours is the land of Kamasutra…what’s wrong in discussing something which always existed. Ignorance…the sole cause of unmanageable rise in AIDS and sexually transmitted diseases. At least things should be favorable with the educated masses…but the condition is no better.

The frustrating part is that this matter is being dealt by a bunch of illiterate crooks in the cabinet that do nothing but shy away from the topic. These decisions should be taken by intelligent minds that can contemplate the sensitivities of the concerned and pass a favorable judgment. Just like some people have different religious preferences (would you punish an atheist for being a nonbeliever?) or career preferences….these guys have different sexual preferences…why can’t we handle them gracefully?

Every individual needs his own personal space and no law can snatch that from him. By the way, how are they going to keep track of who’s doing what? If there is no justification for a law and it is not enforced anyway, then what reason is there for keeping it as part of the Indian Penal Code? Surely, it is much easier to simply abolish it. It is high time homosexuality is legalized. After all, how can one have a society that is liberal in religion, economics, art and culture but prudish in its ideas of homosexuality and lesbianism? Why would we need laws to maintain something that is natural? Are there laws forcing people to eat or sleep? But there is a law forcing people to have sex in a particular way!

Even if this act is decriminalized or even legalized nothing revolutionary is going to happen unless there is public awareness. We cannot argue that law is equal to all…then how is polygamy legal for Muslims? People would question its validity posing quotes from religious scripts stating that it’s unethical. And yet again there would be debates and open letters but no consequences. That’s how India is!!

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

A Leaf Outta My Personal Diary

I had nothing to write…Writer’s block…huh….donno…Got tired of addressing serious issues…So something about me!!

I am thinking about:
(Yawn) Whether to brush and then switch on my comp or vice versa (I ended up doing both….simultaneously)

I want:
To go trekking…The climate is perfect…slight drizzles…cool breeze…hillock smeared with greenery…clouds capping the peaks… (A friend rejuvenated my love for trekking…Thnx :>)

I wonder:
How my mom patiently listens to all my weirdo philosophies!

I regret:
About nothing!!

I am:
Short- tempered (cat is out of the bag!)

I like:
Lotta things…sleeping for 10 hours without feeling guilty…Reading Eric Sehgal fictions…Fighting with my friend over silly things and then making up…Listening to “When you say nothing at all” again and again…chatting endlessly over ma favorite coffee…devouring faloodas at C-1…splashing water and playing in poodles…the list is endless!!

I dance:
For myself….without caring whether I look clumsy!

I sing:
All the time…Life is all about music..Isn’t it?

I need:
My cell… (donno where I kept …have been trying since morning to track it…but then its in mute mode…:<)


I cry:
When the stress is insurmountable…very rare.

I laugh:
24/7…I have this silly smile pasted on my face :D

I make:
Decent hakka noodles and tomato soup!

I write:
Religiously…That’s my medium to vent out my frustrations!

I confuse:
Everybody around…I love that puzzled look on their face!

I love:
My family…my friends…my cat…animals in general...(except cockroaches)…my cell…(sounds stereotypical na…but can’t help it)

I miss:
My childhood… every morning mom would run after me with a glass of milk…dress me up…pack my bag… wait to receive me from school…completely pamper me!!

I admire:
Tamil Brahmins…they manage to excel in every thing…academics or performing arts…maybe it’s genetic or their “thair sadam” (curd rice). I am proud to be half-mallu half-tamil…but then I have spent half my life competing with them!

I will:
Gift my mom a cosy penthouse with a big balcony on 17th floor with lotta vegetation around!

I believe:
Politics is the gentle art of getting votes from the poor and campaign funds from the rich, by promising to protect each from the other." (Read this somewhere...so very true)

I feel good:
When my jeans seems to be loose … (even after skipping my yoga exercises)



Saturday, September 09, 2006

Coffee Delights

As the golden rays coyly routes amid my curtain crease,
The softness of early hours seems to hum a soothing piece;
What tempts me away from my quixotic dream,
Is the captivating aroma of my coffee filled till rim;
As I groggily clasp my logo-tagged coffee mug,
The sweet-bitter fragrance gears me up for the worldly tug;
How could I ignore the grandest yet the most tranquil wake-up call,
Which lovingly reminds me that life is a ball.
I love my first COFFEE!!

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Vande Mataram...Why the Hype?


Yet again a trivial issue is hogging the limelight and the political denominations are exploiting the max. Vande Mataram has created a controversial hullabaloo across the country with every form of media exaggerating the debate, whether it should be made compulsory in schools or not. India being a secular country, I believe we should not force people to sing this song if it upsets their sentiments. Moreover force is an objectionable element…Isn’t it? How can the largest democracy of the world support this funda? What do the political parties want to prove by enforcing the so called Hinduism?

I do agree that the song instigates a strange kind of jingoistic patriotic wave…the lyrics are exceptionally beautiful as it describes the pristine beauty of our motherland, but why malign the beauty by creating a controversy? Furthermore why are the political parties so concerned? How many of them can sing Vande Mataram properly? Forget about national song…Can they sing our national anthem correctly? A developing country like ours needs to focus on graver issues like poverty, unemployment, corruption etc. Why create communal dissonance over a petty issue?

Having said that, I don’t endorse the views of Muslim community that Vande Mataram is anti-Muslim. The two stanzas that were approved simply praise the motherland. Don’t you think we do owe our motherland and there’s nothing objectionable in glorifying our land?

Vande maataraM
sujalaaM suphalaaM
malayaja shiitalaaM
sasyashyaamalaaM maataraM

shubhrajyotsnaa pulakitayaaminiiM
pullakusumita drumadala shobhiniiM
suhaasiniiM sumadhura bhaashhiNiiM
sukhadaaM varadaaM maataraM

English Translation

Mother, I bow to thee!
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
bright with orchard gleams,
Cool with thy winds of delight,
Dark fields waving Mother of might,
Mother free.

Glory of moonlight dreams,
Over thy branches and lordly streams,
Clad in thy blossoming trees,
Mother, giver of ease Laughing low and sweet!
Mother I kiss thy feet,
Speaker sweet and low!
Mother, to thee I bow.

What is obnoxious about the lyrics? Eminent patriots like Asfqullah, Maulana Abul Kalam, Abdul Hamid laid down their lives singing vande mataram…A.R.Rahman popularized this beautiful version…Are they not bonafide Muslims? When Hindus open heartedly accepted and epitomized Taj mahal, built by a Muslim, as a national heritage, why can’t they sing Vande Mataram?

The larger issue is why are we blowing this issue out of proportion? Many would start questioning the validity of our national anthem...It’s better to avoid these clashes and focus on solving the real problems. Let’s not succumb under the malicious ‘divide and rule’ policy…What say?

Friday, September 01, 2006

Magical Tears

Irrepressible emotions inundated her large limpid pools,
Glistening pearls trailed along the brink,
Volcano of passion that encumbered her tender heart
Adulterated this magic fluid with a brackish tang,
As the tiny drops glided down her supple cheeks,
Her heart alleviated, wispy like a gentle feather,
Her spirit composed, regaining back the tranquility,
Vigor rejuvenated to confront the complexities,
Vivacity to struggle and buoyancy to thrive nourished.
What a miraculous tool tears prove to be!
What if God had not created tears!