A Very Filmy Genie In The Bottle

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It is said that nothing travels faster than the speed of light. WRONG !!! Imagination travels faster than anything ever known to man. The mind can be in Sherlock Holmes mystery one moment and Alice’s Wonderland the next moment. And my imagination was always in hyperactive mode, be it any stage of my life. My father loved this trait of mine, as it was my inheritance from him. He used my over-imaginative mind to his benefit sometimes, though it was always for my good.

He and I were bonded in the soul, and so he could read my mind and my thoughts real well. It always left me wondering how he knows exactly what I was thinking. I always used to ask him, “Papa, how do you know what’s going on in my mind ?” He would pull me to his lap and tell me in my ear like a top-secret…

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THE FEAR OF JUDGEMENT

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I can’t tell you from where I derive my confidence. I am a person who is lost more often than not. So what I can tell you is about my lack of confidence. I am human and to err is human. But when you lack faith in yourself, every action you take, every decision you make, every road you chose will lead you to believe that you have erred.

That is what happens with me each and every time. I don’t have trust in my decisions, and there are a lot of things that cloud my mind and tell me “NO, don’t go there, you won’t be able to do that”. I have fear; I have a fear of being a disappointment to all I love, to all who look up to me or who expect things from me. When I begin to think that I will not live up…

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Soulful Rendezvous

You are smiling, tell me the pain you are hiding?
You have a tearful smile on your Lips
You are Pining on the inside of this facade
Your tears will turn to poison, the tears you swallow silently
These wounds healed by time, why you peel them again
Some things are Destined, You have lost to Destiny
No one can justify being alone,
The one that was yours is another’s today
Why this happens, why was this bound to happen
Is the world is such? Why is it such then?
If you hold my hand once, I will hold yours forever
My heart will beat inside your chest
Where there is Love, why is there such vast distance
Someone has not left this deserted home
Someone still knocks on the depleted heart
Why he gives hope to a shattered soul
The downcast eyes are holding turbulent storms
There is some heat in the embers of the blazing fire
Count the beats of your youthful heart once
Tell me, isn’t it as restless as mine?
The one moment when Love gains Maturity
Aren’t you hopeful for that solitary moment in time
I deny the world, for your sake
Do you have that kind is faith in yourself?

Life Was Not All Ashes

Life was not all ashes, yet it was spent turning to dust
How might I have spoken of the hardships I endured attempting to get to you?
The day passed away in the wake of someone’s memory
Evening came, and passed away showing a aching dream
The passing years yearned for better days
The time was such that I passed away bearing your fancies
The life which has the delight of having you foreordained
It knows how to keep promises, so I held on to you
Over there, life is, another name for indulgence
Yet, I strolled a long way to there with a desire
The night seeped in the midst of the whispering of loneliness
It was a dead silence yet I crossed it with words on my lips
The spaces of my heart often get startled
Whose voice would it say it was? Also, whom did it fade away calling?

RECIPE FOR FIRST CRUSH, SERVES ONE

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I was 10 yrs old, stupid, silly and with a head full of imagination. I was hanging on my gate on a summer vacation afternoon and saw a family move their stuff the house next to mine. I watched with feigned disinterest as the furniture was moved in. By evening the family that was going to reside in that house came in a Maruti 800. Out came the mum, dad and three sons. I watched their procession inside the house, holding their suitcases, bedding, baskets and bags. All three sons were dashing, smart and adolescent Punjabi boys. The parents moved in snobbish, and so did the sons, but my eyes were fixed on the youngest one.

He was dribbling a basketball with loads of attitude as he went inside. My heart fluttered, and I didn’t know what this feeling is called. Time went by, and their home became a fortress…

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Ashamed To Be A Delhite

I am chatting with an online friend and he questions, “Hey, BTW, which city are you from ?”. A smile appears on my face and with pride and respect I answer, “I am a from Delhi”. Being from Delhi seems privileged, blessed. The capital of the nation, the city of bureaucrats. We get 24/7 power, a clean and constant water supply, huge road network, Malls, Delhi Metro, Sky High apartment complexes, India Gate and Connaught Place.

Not only this Delhi has sq km area of 1,483 which holds a population of 1,70,84,235, which acquires 96,34,976 vehicles for a road length of 33,198 kms. The national capital has only 7.94 % of its total geographical area covered by trees. Delhi has only 10.2% forest cover left even though Forests Act says 30% is minimum. Delhi is among the most polluted cities in the world, second only to Riyadh among the big cities. Am I truly proud to be a Delhite after reading this ?

Despite a 200 km long, seven-line metro network carrying 2.4 to 2.8 million commuters on average every day, private vehicles population  have increased  92% over the last 15 years. Delhi’s vehicles, which are more than 9 millions in number as per the vehicle registration records, produce six times as much greenhouse gas emissions (GHG) as that of Kolkata’s, five times as much as Ahmedabad’s and three times as much as Greater Mumbai and Chennai.

24 hours after Diwali pollution turned Delhi into a gas chamber, almost. Chief Minister Arvind Kejriwal had no clue where he was. Still he tried to control the situation with his Even/Odd plan which was Brilliantly thought out but received lot of non cooperation from its residents. Let me tell you my friends, I am worried sick of what we are doing to our city, our home.

I agree that our city has some shortfalls. It is landlocked. Delhi doesn’t get the benefit of sea breeze like Chennai, Mumbai and other coastal towns get. The breeze can drive away some of the pollution, also sea side regions are more windy than land locked ones. Than Delhi gets rains just once a year, not like Mumbai which gets rain throughout year, as rain too washes away pollutants from the air. Delhi is sandwitched between states like Haryana ,UP. therefore cities like Gurgaon,Noida, Faridabad,Ghaziabad,Panipat are Highly industrialised. Farmers of Haryana and UP burns the Agri husk from crop which is largest source of pollution.

But the main culprit is using more the road vehicles, less the public transport and certainly the greatest menace to be tackled is the quality of the fuel being used by the vehicles in Delhi.

The most basic cause of pollution in any city or nation is not something external but our polluted hearts alone and the interesting thing is that everyone is unaware of it. Polluted heart is greedy and lusty for things, it just asks for more and more without bothering for future consequences. Polluted heart doesn’t feel satisfied ever.

Foreign countries like UK n USA are working out projects that can be launched to reduce air pollution in Delhi, but we, being its citizens are just giving a blind eye to the whole situation and waiting for others to come and solve our problems. Just saying “Green Delhi, Clean Delhi” and “Swachh Bharat Abhyan” won’t make it happen. We need to get up and go, we need to take concrete steps to make our own breathing air clean.

Try to use more public transports. Try to use car pool when the destination is same. Try to plant one tree per person. Try to use less electricity so in turn power plants emit less gases. Try to use your petrol run car instead of the diesel one. Don’t cut any more trees. Try to selfless for this once. It’s the heritage of your next generation, preserve it for them.

PS : Remember you all thought Demonitization might never happen, just like you think Acid Rain might never happen.

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