Thursday, December 17, 2015

There's so much to be Thankful for!

Today I am thankful. For my God, my family, my friends, and my life...

2015 hasn't been the easiest year. I've struggled. I've loved. I've lost. I've reached the highest highs and the lowest lows. But through it all I've learned some of the most valuable lessons in this year, and for that I'm most grateful.

So here's my little thank you note to everyone that has been a part of my journey...

I'm thankful for all the friends who have stood by me through my darkest days and hours. You'll have been my strength and my solace when I most needed it. I don't know how I'd have survived without the love, kindness and generosity you'll showered me with. Sometimes the most precious thing you can give someone is just a little bit of your time, and a listening ear. So thank you for just being there!

I'm eternally grateful for my family. Without the support system that my mama, dada and sister provide me with every single day, I would never be the person I am, and I'd never have been where I am today. They've been there for me when I have had no one to turn to, and I will never be able to find the words to express what they mean to me!

I'm thankful to the friends who've walked out of my life and all the new one's that have walked in. You'll have taught me that nothing is permanent in this life, and that though change rips a hole in your soul, everything always happens for the best! Thank you to all the amazing friends I have made this year – you've shown me what it is to instantly make a connection with someone, and for that to grow into friendship and love and much more!

I'm so thankful for being able to do the things I love. For being able to travel...I've seen some of the most amazing places this year and done the most awesome things with both friends and family. I'm thankful for all the memories I made this year...they will live with me for a lifetime. I'm grateful for an awesome job, for being able to do exactly what I love...for good friends and awesome company at work.

Today, on my 29th birthday, I'm thankful for all the people that took the trouble to wish me, even though I am in a different country. A very special thank you to the few people that called me at midnight (you'll know who you'll are!), for really making my day and giving me the best start I could have asked for to this year! I love you guys! Thank you for all the messages, the posts and all the love that was sent my way today. I could not have asked for anything more today!

Last, but most importantly, I'm thankful to God for giving me another year of life, another shot at taking that proverbial trip around the sun, and just smashing it on this wild, wild ride of life. I'm but a minuscule particle of nothingness, but I know I can rest secure in His plans, for He has wondrous, marvelous things planned for me! And my journey is only just beginning!

2015 has not been the best year in so many ways, yet in so many others, it has been the year I needed. I've grown, but more importantly, I've matured into the person I am finally proud of!

Here's to another awesome year...to traveling and seeing more of this beautiful world, to meeting the most awesome people and making the best of friends, to living and learning and loving.

To Growing Up, but never Growing Old!

There's so so much to be Thankful for!

  

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

If I Ever Let Go Of Your Hand

If I ever let go of your hand,
Be it for nothing else,
Than to wipe away every ounce of pain,
Or to draw your gaze to the skies,
To where the Creator of those hazel eyes,
Used His stars to spell out every letter of your name!

If I ever let go of your hand,
Let it only be,
To calm the storms in your soul,
To pick you up when you've lost all hope,
When you're broken, and unable to cope,
Let my hand be the one that carries you home.

And if I ever let go of your hand,
For even a second,
Let it only be to slay the demons in your mind,
To thumb through the worn pages of your past,
To the tales that were always meant to last,
Beyond longing and the memories you've left behind.

And if these fingers,
Should ever loosen their grip,
Let it only be to dry the tears from your cheek,
To remind you how I never stopped believing,
In magic, and you, and hope, however fleeting,
When you're broken, I'll be the healing you seek.

I make you an undying promise,
That I will ride out every storm,
Through it all, at your side I'll stand,
For what kind of love would this be,
When you most needed me,
If I ever let go of your hand?

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Flawed

I am Flawed.

I realize it every time I stare at myself in the mirror each morning. Every time I create something new. Every time I work on a marketing pitch, or write a song lyric, or record a verse of something, or belt out a song.

And every time I write.

I realize that I am no more than a series of flaws and imperfections, covered by several other layers of mistakes and shortcomings, wrapped in a cocoon of flesh and bones that is just holding it all together.

While writing might seem like I am baring my soul to the universe, for the most part I am simply trying to conceal the ugliness that has suddenly been torn open like an unhealed wound. Writing is much like posing in the nude - you're baring the most personal part of yourself to the world - your soul, your spirit, your mind and your being, while still trying to come away looking good. You're putting yourself out there, hoping that somebody will maybe find some tiny part of something that strikes their fancy, amidst the terrible, torrid storms of your heart.

And so, every time I write, I go back and read. I judge myself intensely. I go back and try and correct and edit every last grimy detail as much as I can. I go through days, weeks...sometimes even months of questioning, smoothening, reinventing every little nuance, every small idea that eventually turns into a story. I seek validation and approval - for someone who has seen the ugly, flawed, filthy mess that I am to tell me that they love me for every scar across my heart, for every gash across my countenance, for every dropped comma and forgotten apostrophe, for every figment of the imagination that did not stretch far enough.

I am as flawed and as human as they come. And in those flaws, lies my beauty and my individuality. That is the supreme irony of this existence. Because no other person is as flawed as me, or is flawed in the way that I am. I am beautiful in my ugliness, whole because of the little pieces of my brittle soul, and perfect in every blemish that discolors my path.

I am Flawed.

But in my flaws, I am being made Perfect!

Thursday, April 23, 2015

The Nation Wants Answers! Really Loud Ones!

TV is not the truth. It is a goddamn amusement park. It is a circus, a carnival. A travelling group of acrobats, storytellers, lion-tamers, sideshow freaks. We are in the boredom-killing business.
- Peter Finch in Network.
Every evening I come home to a load of noise, fighting, and chaos. No, I do not have a bunch of noisy neighbors that are constantly quarreling about their water supply or other more trivial matters. I am not a part of some fractured family that chooses to vent their frustration at the top of their lungs. Every evening, I come home to the nightmare that is 'The Newshour' blaring out of the idiot box at a volume that would wake up the dead from the local cemetery. And with 'The Newshour' of course, I come home to the brouhaha that is Mr. Arnab Goswami.
Now, here's the thing. A man with a personal vendetta against silence should not, in my humble opinion be a mediator in a dialogue between members of two rival political parties. There's enough noise being generated by these idiots who're trying to fight the losing battle of putting their already fragile point across, in a sea of chaos. Then you add Arnab into that mix. That's akin to adding pure ammonium nitrate to gasoline, pulling the detonator switch, and putting your face close to see what happens. For the chemically illiterate, Big Boom Boom happens.


Nobody can deny that Arnab brings issues that are plaguing our nation to the public's notice. No one can take away the fact that he is an ambassador for change, and that he is campaigning for the people of this country. However, no one in their right mind can also deny that people like Arnab Goswami are all that is wrong with the journalistic profession today.

What you are getting from shows like the Newshour is much less news, and much more drama, masala, noise, and theatrics. I've sat through whole segments of this show, and come away having not learned a single new piece of information, or a single thing about what the actual news was, apart from the opinions of faux-intellects and foolish politicians. Shows like this, and by extension their creators/editors/conceptualizers/creative teams are more concerned with the TRP's, than about actually changing the state of affairs of the country by simply delivering news to the homes of the general public. There are numbers to back that up.
According to this Quora post (not fact checked, mind you), the market that Mr. Goswami and his esteemed peers in the English news media industry cater to is a tiny one. About 10 lakh Indians watch English news channels (0.033% of the country's population), which is unsurprising, given that we have more regional languages and more people that speak Hindi than any other nation. Out of that pie, Times Now's share is roughly about 4 lakh Indians, which is roughly 0.033% of the Indian population. Still a pretty substantial number of educated, literate people, who don't see the ugliness for what it is. What is scary though, is what this Economic Times article has to say. (Incidentally the Economic Times is owned by the same brothers that own Times Now. Surprise, Surprise!) Back in 2010, Times Now occupied first place in the English News channel space with
a market share of 37%, as compared to 15% for NDTV and 22% for CNN IBN. Let's analyze that for a second. That means that Times Now had a viewership that equaled the combined market share of the number two and number three channels in the English news space. That number has grown significantly larger since then, and continues to grow. We've created a monster that is growing exponentially, and the only thing that can arrest that growth is us. But we're still feeding said monster by tuning in every night at 9 p.m., and that's where the problem lies.

Mr. Goswami, if I may address you directly, I'd like to borrow a line from you and your show...I have great respect for you as a person. Your hard work and dedication at bringing pressing issues to the attention of the masses is commendable. The pipes that the creator has blessed you with are standout. I mean to be heard above the steady drone of noise from the rest of your panel trying to get your attention to make their point, while you pander to the people that agree with you, is truly a praiseworthy feat.

That being said, you are the mediator in a discourse, a moderator in a debate, but before all else, you are a journalist. Do the values that your once noble profession stand for mean squat to you? Aren't you not supposed to let your own personal opinions and prejudices stand in the way of moderating these discussions? Aren't you not supposed to take sides, even if you stand for and are campaigning for all that is good and true? By definition, isn't that what a moderator in a debate is supposed to be doing? Aren't you supposed to listen to the opinions of the people you've called onto your show, rather than merely gratifying the people who endorse your own views? And who made you judge, jury, jailer and executioner over every little issue, including the most trivial one's? (India losing the Cricket World Cup. I mean, really?) Isn't your job merely to inform through your medium, and then to leave the good people of this country to opinionate for themselves, and then to campaign for change, if needed? Why are we being force fed your opinions and those of the panelists on your show who agree with you, Mr. Goswami? Do you have answers for me, Mr. Goswami? The nation needs to know! C'mon, loudly now!


Perhaps the Indian audience is fed up of simple Saas Bahu dramas, and have begun to crave drama in other forms. What other explanation is there to why sane people would come home from a hard day in the noise and chaos of the city, to subject themselves to even more noise and chaos, in the comfort of their homes? To a show where the noise dominates the news. Arnab has cleverly identified our craving for a little zing in every form of media, a little masala in every little morsel of television, and has adapted the news to cater to the public's demand. But what people don't see is that Arnab's opinions and the monstrous volumes at which they are voiced have the power to change people's perspectives on things, even if they are not right. For example, the documentary 'India's Daughter' on the Nirbhaya rape case was banned after the furor on Times Now, because Arnab questioned in a live open debate whether it should be screened on a rival TV channel (NDTV). That, and a nice little ruckus in parliament was all it took for the documentary to get banned in the country. Do you see where this is going?

Outlook magazine called Arnab 'The man who killed TV news', and rightly so. It also stated, and I quote "...the numbers for Newshour suggest that in a market saturated with information, there is an impatient audience out there, which doesn’t quite believe in layers and nuance; which wants someone to distil the key news of the day and spin it into sharp polemic in clear simple terms, just black or white, with no shades of grey." And Arnabji has mastered this little jig and is serving it up to the dumbed down general public on a silver platter.

Remember Prannoy Roy? The epitome of television journalism. Remember the days when news was actually news, not a freaking circus with a bunch of clowns arguing over who was right with little to no information actually reaching the general public, after one whole hour of 'News'? How I miss those days. Because back then, I had the option of sitting in the same room as a family that was interested in the news, and still tune out of it, free to carry on with my own devices. Sadly now, I am being force fed a whole lot of bullshit in the guise of news at volumes that could blow out my brains, with little or no escape. 
Anybody Remember Me?

So I guess what I'm trying to say, Dear Arnabji, is that I have no respect for you at all. It would behoove you to change the name of your show to 'The Noise-hour', and to change your tagline to 'The nation wants answers that are in line with my political beliefs and social ideologies, and nothing more.' Because when the things that affected our country and the world became a Fox News style pseudo-drama, with a sprinkling of our very own homegrown 'Saas Bahu' masala for good measure, that's when it stopped being news.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Let it Rain!

I've heard this song so many times, but recently it has come to mean so much more to me. The lyrics are what truly set this song apart, and you can never go wrong when the Zac Brown Band teams up with the great David Grohl to produce something. The whole album is spectacular, but this particular song is just incredibly liberating! Here's to every mistake ever made, to every apology ever owed, to any hurt I may ever have caused, to every skeleton in my closet, and to everything I used to be. Lay the past in the graveyard with things that can't hold me no more!

This isn't the entire song, it's a video explaining what inspired the lyrics to the song. If I could make every apology that was ever due, these were the words I'd use. Please check out the complete song on Youtube.

Let it Rain

Maybe I’m wounded, The pain it is passing.
Can you hold back the show for a while?
Beneath the hat that I’m wearing,
The storms are all brewing,
And maybe its time to go on.
Structure is quoting, And the wood it is cracking,
And the thoughts are all starting to fall.
And it’s more to say than what’s been said,
And people are climbing the wall!

Let it Rain,
Let it Pour.
Let these skeletons darken my door!
Lay the past in the graveyard,
With things that can't hold me no more.
Breathe in deep,
Let it out.
Wash the bitterness out of your mouth!
There's no room left for darkness,
When you’re filled with the light, it comes out.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Grace

When my world has crashed and burned,
Every chance for redemption spurned,
When the world has all but spat in my face.
And my summer has turned to frost,
The lone battle fought and all been lost...
Lord, grant me your Grace!

When faith is a luxury I can't afford,
And life burdens me with its load,
When I'm enveloped in Death's stony embrace.
As the storm approaches, livid with thunder,
The oceans of life threaten to drag me under,
Father, in you I will find Grace!

When the tracks of my tears have faded in the dust,
The promises of love all crumbled into rust,
And all I want is to vanish without a trace, 
When the lines 'tween friend and foe blur,
And I cannot stand to go any further... 
I'll stand steadfast in your Grace!

When sleep eludes my restless soul,
And the fight has shattered my every bone,
When my demons have almost won the chase,
And the world calls me out for yesterday's crimes,
What I knew to be truth, now only filth and grime...
I pray for no more than Your Grace!

When my earthly journey has run its course,
And I stand in your presence forevermore,
I'll know when I gaze upon those pearly gates,
It was your love that steered me through adversity,
Your hand that led me through the uncertainty. 
I'm saved by the promise of your Amazing Grace!

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Peace

When I started this blog, it was meant to be a medium for me to just say what I had to, to the few people that were actually listening. Over the last few years, it has become so much more than that. Today, for the number of views I have gotten, and the number of people that read these posts, I want to say I am immensely grateful (as small as that number may be)!

I thought I'd share this video with you guys today. It's a song called Peace, by the legendary Michael Mcdonald. This song has taken me through the best and worst that this life has thrown at me. It has given me strength when I was at my lowest, and I hope it does the same for someone else out there! Here's Peace...

  

New Life


I've always wondered about the concept of New Life. About what it meant to be born anew. About how it would feel to get a second chance to this life. A do-over, if you will. A chance to not let the mistakes of your Youth define the person you are today. A second chance to live the same situations and through the same circumstances you already have. Except this time, you're equipped with the knowledge of the mistakes you've already made. How would you live then? Would you make those same mistakes all over again? Would you be a better person, for the knowledge that you have gained? If you live with yesterday's regrets, as most of us do, all of us wish that this life came with a 'Reset' button.

The truth is every new day you awake, you are born again. Every fresh breath of air you take in is a fresh grab at the opportunity of New Life. Every new day is a chance for you to right the wrongs of the past. To let go of yesterday's mistakes. To close another chapter of your life, to let go of all the baggage that is weighing you down, and just live. To forgive. To learn to love again. To learn to start again. To grow!

Our community celebrated Easter this week, a time when we commemorate the resurrection of Our Lord Jesus. My prayer for each one of you is that you bury your yesterdays in that tomb. That you walk forth with a fresh zeal and a new lease on life, when you walk out of that tomb, today.

Happy Easter!  

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Time

I'll start by saying this is not my own work. This is a famous song called 'Time' that has been performed by several different artists over the years in various forms, and with different lyrics. It's amazing how much meaning can be conveyed by simple words in a beautiful song, sometimes. This is a version that I've compiled and edited, because the lyrics have insired me and given me strength over the years. I hope this gem can help anyone else, in the same way that it did me.

Some people run,
Some people crawl.
Some people don't even
Move at all.

Some roads lead forward,
Some roads lead back.
Some roads are bathed in light
And some wrapped in fearful black.

Some people never get,
Some never give,
Some people never die
And some never live!

At sunset I laugh,
Sunrise I cry.
At midnight I'm in between,
And I'm wondering why!

Time oh time, where did you go?
Time oh time, where did you go?

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

I keel you! I keel you all!

OR

Why Religion (in its current form) is the single most divisive, deadly, destructive force in the universe today...

Let me begin this one with all the disclaimers that are needed, so I can avoid needless discussions with the nut jobs that will inadvertently stumble across this post, and take it upon themselves to argue their point.
Disclaimer 1: I am no expert in this field; I'm just a humble scribe with an itch that turned into an obsession.
Disclaimer 2: I am no enemy of Religion. I believe in the need for a way to bring the faithful together as much as the next person. Religion has its place in society, and uncorrupted, it has the capability to change the world!
Disclaimer 3: I believe that all religions are equal and I am not setting out to discriminate against, or single out any single religion. I will not argue the pros and cons of one religion against another here;  I believe that every religion has as much to be ashamed about as it does to be proud of, give or take a few rights and wrongs, over the course of history.

So...
The concept of Religion itself - the belief in and worship of a superhuman controlling power or a personal God (or gods, for some religions) is not fundamentally flawed. Humanity (for want of a better word) has taken that concept a step forward making Religion the organized worship of said deity (or deities), and today, Religion has come to encompass all of the tenets, rules, doctrines, dogmas, scriptures, blind interpretation of those scriptures et al that comes with worshiping a deity. Today's generation, in their infinite and unending wisdom, when quizzed about how into Religion they are, will present to you a new dimension to a very familiar term. "I am into Spirituality.", they will say. "Religion is for the chumps and fanatics."And I do not blame these people. Hell, I used to be one of them.

Religion today is what any of you want to turn it into. It has basically become the most whored-out term in the space-time continuum. Anybody with a figment of an idea and a fragment of capital (and sometimes, not even that), can start a religion today. Don't believe me? Just run a Google search on 'How do I start my own religion?' You will wonder why you haven't started your own religion already! I mean, do you know that in America (where else?), there's a Church of Euthanasia that asserts its four principal pillars 'suicide, abortion, cannibalism (“strictly limited to consumption of the already dead”), and sodomy (“any sexual act not intended for procreation”)'. According to the church’s website, it is “a non-profit educational foundation devoted to restoring balance between Humans and the remaining species on Earth.”, and their one commandment is “Thou shalt not procreate”. The slogans employed by the group include “Save the Planet, Kill Yourself”. Take a moment out of your day today, to just appreciate how ridiculous that idea is!

But let's get down to my real beef with Religion. (Am I still allowed to say 'beef' in India?) Religion today is responsible for literally most, if not all of the wars that we have seen in the past few centuries. From the Crusades, to the Holocaust, to the Gaza conflict, to the everlasting battle between America and every Muslim country (with oil, of course) that ever existed, every tiny little conflict that escalated into a global, large scale war has its roots in religious conflict (or conflict against a single community or religious group, which is essentially the same thing). Over the past few centuries Humanity has fought over everything from land possession rights, to which community was responsible for the nation's economic downfall, to where borders should be drawn, to race superiority, to which religious community dictates how a secular nation is run (Ahem!), to basically which ethnic and religious group was the easiest to wipe off the face of the Earth! Today, rebel groups all over the African continent are literally wiping out whole communities of people, based simply on the religion they belong to. Let that sink in, for a moment! Imagine if you, and literally everyone that basically followed the same belief system that you did, was wiped off the face of the planet, simply for holding on to that belief system!

Putting things into perspective, the sad reality today, is that Religion is being turned into a commodity that is being sold to the masses. Sadly, all of this has resulted from the corruption of the fundamental concept of Religion. Today, which religion you belong to, has come to represent the quality of life you will have, depending on where you choose to settle down in the world. People have literally thrown their lives away and moved cities, countries and continents because of persecution related to their faith and religion. Religion is being used and abused today to simply serve the egotistical needs of a particular community, and in the long run, this is detrimental to the functioning of society, as a whole. All of this is birthed from the fact that every religion relies on its scriptures for guidance, and every religious community relies on its community leaders for scriptural direction in all things related to their religion. And this is where the problem arises! Let's call this the 'Lost in Translation' syndrome.

Let's get this straight. No faith (not religion!) advocates killing another individual for the heck of it! Heck, I'm no expert here, but if Religion comes from God, then no religion advocates hate and violence as a means to a greater good. I'd like to believe that no religion teaches you to bomb buildings, burn down churches, lynch people in the streets, hijack and destroy planes, rape and murder religious faithful, loot religious houses and kill and destroy in the name of your religion. Correct me, if I'm wrong! But sometimes messages are lost in translation. Rabbis, priests, imams, gurus, sadhus, babas and the religious clergy sometimes have agendas beyond what meets the eye. And the religious fanatics are always the one's that understand very little of their faith. They're always the one's that have been taken advantage of, that have been blindsided into doing something that goes far beyond anything that a normal person would even begin to imagine. And almost always, there is someone of authority working behind the scenes to corrupt the concept of Religion for them; to take the little that they understand about their religion and turn it on its head. This is where Religion begins its swift descent into the sewers.

It's little wonder then, that most people you meet today say they are not religious. I've come across a whole lot of people from college students to working professionals who say they don't believe in Religion, with some who say they choose not to believe in God at all (yeah, the atheists). And while it saddens me immensely, I do not blame these people, because Religion and the corrupt, festering wound in the flesh of this universe that it has become is doing more evil as an entity, than good.

The funny part is people today have begun to equate God with Religion. I've come across so many people who tell me that they don't believe in God, and then give me all the arguments I have just given you against Religion. I'd understand if people wanted to stop believing in and following Religion. Religion was a means to an end, that eventually became the end (of all things good and true). Religion is God's divine conception of 'Faith', corrupted by man's terribly grubby mitts. However, in my opinion, it would be extremely narcissistic of us as a race to think that there is no God. To borrow (from all places) from an Internet meme, "We live on a Blue Planet that circles around a ball of fire next to a moon that moves a sea, and you don't believe in a God? Really?" Well my belief system is much more deeply rooted than finding meaning in memes, but that's a story for another day, yeah? Either way, my response to people who say they don't believe in Religion, is this...Question everything you are told, and keep an open mind! This was what led me through the wilderness of doubt, into the bright realm of believing. Because only by questioning can you arrive at a deeper understanding of your belief system, and an open mind will let you absorb more than just the little that your simple, human understanding can comprehend.

The easiest thing in the world is to give up on something that pisses you off, and that makes you uncomfortable. But don't give up on your faith, your God, or your religion, no matter what they may be! There is incredible beauty in understanding the intricacies of these things, and in maintaining a thirst for knowledge of the mysteries that they will no doubt deliver!

I'd love to have begun this article with a dramatic fact that would have caught your attention. The fact of the matter is that there is none related to Religion, because although it is a global problem today (in its current form), it is not one that humanity is willing to isolate and deal with, because we're too busy fighting our petty religious wars. The closest I came to finding anything of interest was a little article I found in the DNA online newspaper. Again, I have not verified any of the facts or statistics presented in the article, (apparently some American think-tank has) but the title was what caught my attention:

India had highest level of social hostilities involving Religion in 2013. (Read the whole article here)

I was shocked. I was not even sure how to process this information, because this was my country. My India! The article went on to compare India against countries like Israel, Pakistan, the Palestinian territories, several at-war African nations, and some of the middle eastern countries, and that made things all the more depressing. When did India go from being a secular, democratic nation to a pseudo-Banana Republic? Did we as a country even have the kind of conflict in place that the Palestinian regions had going on? Were we a nation ruled by guerrilla groups where rebel wars were an everyday occurrence, and people were persecuted for the God that they worshiped? Were we one of the gulf states that made it their business to systematically wipe out other religions because of the 'injustice' being committed against them elsewhere? No! We were India!  Land of the free! Population: 1.2 billion! Well, why weren't we fighting this then? Could we not find a few good men to band together and fight, like the men of the Night's Watch in Game of Thrones fought Mance Rayder's army? Was I still living in a world of fantasy?

And that's when I realized that in my country the plague of religion had become a vehicle. A vehicle that religious groups in my country were driving against the religious minorities. A vehicle that my government had occupied and was using to condone or blissfully ignore the behavior of these religious groups. A vehicle that would eventually come to signal the end of the freedom, the democracy, the secularism, the equal rights that the country I once knew had come to stand for. And in truth, the enemy here was never Religion itself, it was the corruption of the concept of Religion that was killing Humanity. It was what people had made of Religion, that would eventually come to destroy those very people.

We could have prayed for Humanity then. If only we still believed in Religion. Or in a God...

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Ban

Ban Everything, Boys!

They censored sexual content and violence in the movies and on the tele. Sure, I was all for it. After all, the people that got off on that kind of stuff knew how to get their fill anyways. And if this was going to keep the Youth of our country from becoming violent sexual deviants, then why not, right?
It didn't affect me anyways, since I was not into that kind of thing, so I didn't worry...

Then they suppressed free speech, but hey, someone had to shut those impudent bastards up, right? I mean if you just left people to their own devices, we'd descend into absolute anarchy, right? Besides wasn't that how the Holocaust happened? Either ways I wasn't very politically inclined, nor was I about to make a noise about anything, so I didn't worry...

They criminalized Homosexuality. Hell, I didn't understand it, but if they say that it was a social menace and that it needed to be done away with, they were probably right. Right? I mean the whole world was moving in the other direction when it came to Homosexuality, but maybe they had their reasons. Anyway, I was a red blooded heterosexual, and this didn't interfere with my life, so I didn't worry...

Then they began to make the country unsafe for women. They raped and murdered the young and old alike. They blamed it on everything from raging hormones to chow mein to Western culture to technology. I got with the program of being all enraged for a while, but so long as it wasn't affecting me or my loved ones, it was all cool, right? Shit, I hope so! I truly do. So I didn't worry...

Then they went and banned Beef in our country. I mean I was angry at first, but then like the rest of the country I settled back into my apathy, because it wasn't like I ate beef all that much anyways. The  ill effects of red meat and all, y'know. So long as I still had my beloved Goan fish curry rice, with pork sorpotel and some sausages and chicken every once in a while, men! Why complain? So I didn't worry...

They created division among religions and communities. They branded the Muslims as terrorists and started hate campaigns against them and massacred them in hordes. They burnt down the Christian's churches and raped and murdered their faithful without batting an eyelid. They tried to rewrite the secularism out of the Constitution of our country. But this was still far away from home right? I wasn't particularly religious, and I wasn't in any immediate danger, hopefully... I was fine (for now), wasn't I? So I didn't worry...

They normalized caste and gender oppression. They said that a woman has no place in our culture and that she should not be out after hours, least of all with a man who was only her friend. They dictated how we had to live our lives, impugning on our personal rights and stifling every last ounce of our freedom. But this didn't change my life, did it? I wasn't a woman or part of the lower castes, so I was still free to live as I pleased. So I didn't worry...

They finally came for me. But why was there nobody to stand up and fight with me? I mean wasn't anyone else offended by the sorry state of affairs in the country? Wouldn't anyone champion my cause?

Then it struck me. It had all started with a simple ban. A tiny curtailing of a right here. A small snipping of a freedom there. A little change in a law that really affected no one but a small section of the common man. But all these miniscule changes that I was so apathetic to... they slowly sapped this great nation, taking away the fundamental rights of the people, and their ability to even raise their voice as a collective. 

Now, as much as I detest it, I have no choice in the matter. Lord, how I detest the day that I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Ban!

Saturday, March 14, 2015

When all He needed was You

He was torn, bruised and broken;
Lost out at sea.
And His only need
Was a hand to guide Him on home!
He'd been tossed onto Life's rubbish pile,
A washed out has been,
A lover and a dreamer,
Who'd now lost the plot, the love,
And every semblance of the dream.
And yet in that eternity that was but a moment,
You could have been His saving grace,
When all He needed was You.

Every day, He lifted weary eyes to the Heavens,
Wishing with every fibre of His being
To end the pain that had become His everyday,
To feel something other than loneliness,
Despair, dread and total and utter depression.
To remember what it felt like to be desired again,
To have someone tell Him they cared,
That they understood, and wouldn't give up on Him,
When He had all but given up on Himself!
And You could have saved His life in that moment,
When all He needed was You.

And all the times that You depended on Him,
He failed You not once.
Friend, Confidant, Lover, Teacher, Handkerchief for your tears,
Council, Editor, Peacemaker, Pillow, Calmer of all fears,
But now the love has come and gone,
Another heart trampled into the ground.
You could have saved Him from the hell that had become His existence,
Helped Him pick the fragments of His soul out of the dirt.
And all He wanted was a friend,
When all He needed was You.

If it's true that what doesn't kill You,
Only makes You stronger,
Then this will make of Him a Rock.
Nobody will ever see the person He used to be,
The love struck romantic that gave too much.
He may love again, but not in the way Providence intended.
That person died a long time ago!
Yes, if this doesn't kill Him,
And we'll plead with the Heavens it works that way,
He will forget the very day...
When all He needed was You!

Have we lost ourselves?

Fumbling his confidence
And wondering why the world has passed him by...
Hoping that he's bent for more
Than arguments and failed attempts to fly!
We were meant to live for so much more!
Have we lost ourselves?

Thursday, January 22, 2015

The Daughter of Destiny

I roamed through the damnation,
The desolate plains of nowhere,
I had come from nothing...
Destined for the stars,
And I was well on my way there!

But I chanced upon a ghost,
In the darkest recess of my mind.
Where divinity ceases to exist,
Where ignorance stops being bliss,
And solace is impossible to find.

And I danced with the daughter of Destiny,
To the tune of yesterday,
On the dancefloor of eternity,
And as we moved, our bodies entwined,
Everything was suddenly redefined,
When these words from her hallowed lips fell...

Throw away your life plan,
Oh fickle son of Adam!
Existence won't dance to your tune!
What you consider to be wise,
Is merely folly in disguise,
You search for God in the churches of ruin!

There's a God in the suffering, a God in the pain,
A God in the broken hearted, who choose to love again!
So why do you search for the Divine,
Among the ruins of the Depraved?
There's no peace in promiscuity,
No freedom in insecurity,
No life in the confines of the grave.

What if every promise you made,
Could hold you to account?
And what if every excuse you gave,
Could return from the past to haunt? 
If every song you ever wrote,
Could hold you to every word...
Would you be a better man, my son?
Would you be the person you want?