Retro

urban life is cool! urban life is cool! and everyone moved to the city.
twenty years later.....
urban life sucks! urban life sucks! and now everyone is moving into the outskirts.

tell me one person who is advertising for their newly built apartments/houses saying it is right next to the main roads huh!
so, now suddenly all new places waiting to be occupied are surrounded by luscious forests, or trees, or huge areas of acres and acres of green fields. Ummmm... so what happened to the city stuff? oh! its there too. surprisingly, right next to the apparently advertised green jungle you are living in is the main road, or a college or a highway. so while driving from home to office its perfectly normal if you happen to run into sher khan, or mogli himself maybe.
how dumb could we get? really?
the greed to have more and more luxuries chased us into the city. but it came in with a price too. unplanned urbanisation. which pretty much means that you may get up in the morning drinking in the serene smell of the huge open drain right next to your window. and why? because what was supposed to be the rain water drain has sewage flowing through it now. allergies, stress, what not? name it.
but... but... people say, there are the malls and the multiplexes and the brands and the cool stuff.
Right! so whenever the going gets impossible, we spend the weekends at a village in a home stay, go boating in a river, check out some farms, experience the calm of the rural life and get back on monday morning for work and back to the city life.
the dream every urban dweller has today?
to have a house next to a farm, a river, on the outskirts, away from traffic, where you can sleep in peace. drive to work, come back home and enjoy nature.
and so, we come back full circle, back to our roots, eternally trying to amalgamate the rurals and the urbans hoping to live happily ever after in serenity and peace...
ha ha ha! what a joke!!!

The Late Night

oh look! the late night arrived,
asking me if yet another day i had survived,
sitting across, enquiring
So, how was the day?
easy or tiring?
i looked at the pile of work, and then at her and said,
don't tease me, i envy you and your freedom,
chuck the work, i wish i were in bed.
 she rolled her eyes, gave me a doleful look,
for a moment she let me read her like an open book,
what i saw startled me, and then she spoke,
she said : oh! you stupid bloke,
don't you realise what i go through?
to start with, there ain't any sunshine,
all i deal with is cigarette smoke and wine,
with every passing hour it just gets worse,
and i don't even have a voice to curse.
  for a little while, she kept silent,
then musing over what she just said,
she smiled over her own brief lament,
and then she spoke again,
you know, she started, my day isn't so bad,
except that mine is dark,
but the dark has a beauty of its own,
it witnesses the sleepless nights of the loving,
the hardworking hours of the persevering,
the creation of so many artists,
and the ambitions of the deserving.
the mothers slowly singing to their little ones,
the impatience of the buds to bloom to the first ray of the sun,
and then the best part is, she told me,
with a twinkle in her eye i had never seen,
to listen to the silence of the dark,
the perfection that it is! Tell me, she asked,
have you ever been?
to places where so much is happening,
without a sound or a tinkling?
i had to admit that i had underestimated her,
not realised that the night was as beautiful as the day,
it then dawned on me that they are two sides of the same coin,
where one ceases to exist without the other,
where one nourishes, the other flourishes,
i would have continued to get enlightened further,
when i saw her smiling at me,
happy that i realised her worth,
she came close to me and slowly kissed me,
disappearing the way she had come, the shadow that she was,
my eyes slowly drooped to a close,
and i drifted slowly into a deep slumber,
i opened them just in time at the crack of dawn,
to see the dark nite slowly change into a fairy in white,
she had turned into the bright sunshine!

she looked at me with the same smile that took my heart away,
see you at night, she whispered slowly,
work well during the day, i don't like being lonely,
 i shall take you on a new adventure tonight,
it's not too much fun during the daylight,
i had no words to say, and since then,
every night i wait for her to arrive,
and she takes me through something new till morning five,
then it is time for her to change,

and so, my affair with the late night began,
it continues till this day,
every night i am taught something new,
by someone so pretty, known only to a few...

intriguing

just that the way life takes us through is so intimidating sometimes, pushing ur boundaries more and more. there are so many things we want to do in our lives, there just isn't enough time, is there? and then comes the unexpected and the unwanted class of problems called diseases which eats in more into our time, so...... Great!!! the time just got lesser.
  its pretty interesting to see that a way not to get frustrated is to see that it gives u a lot of time to rest, but the discomfort of going through it all? funny, that we sometimes need diseases to listen to our systems and stop pushing them finally. a lot of times, obliging to others makes us kill ourselves and pushes us beyond the edge just like that, that too when least see it coming.
 you know? there's a very nice story. there was once a little boy who was taught to always help others, and be good and to be a useful person to the society, and so he was. he grew up to be a very responsible and nice person, very helping. he learnt that helping others gets you good karma, but conveniently forgot to help himself too. on a fine sunny day, he decided to take a walk, an exercise he wasn't used to. halfway through the walk he collapsed and realised he couldn't breathe anymore.
that's when at the age of sixty five did he finally realise the meaning of the other half of the conveniently forgotten lesson he learnt as a child- to work on urself also so that you are strong enough to help others. it took that man sixty years and a massive cardiac arrest to realise this.
 helping others is good, but unnecessarily slogging ur own system expecting it will repair itself is dumb. respecting others wants and needs is important, so is respecting ur own. a good healthy body is like the lifeline of a helping heart. together, they achieve the highest.....