The Dawn of Freedom

I woke up to the sky of independence, there are bars in my window, and clouds in the sky, Nevertheless, my nation is free.

The horizon is ripe, with the rosy hues of promise, The promise of an uprising, that shall dazzle the world with it's brilliance. I look at the shapeless clouds, the sum of our indefinite fears, the unformed yet omnipresent, the shackles the bind our light.  I see the trees, standing tall, in their intangible permanence, the branches held out in a guard of honor, waiting for the promise to bear fruit.

Perhaps it's the trees that really know what is independence. After all they are the only biological organisms that make their own food, and are hence independent. They don't need any other living thing to support their existence. Yet they bear with us all, magnanimous and all-forgiving. Independence for them is responsibility, to shape and sustain their world, and make it a better place to live in. We humans should take some leaves out of their books. No pun intended.

I Killed my Mother

I was born in this country. This was my motherland. This was the soil that nourished me in to being what I became. I left my home eight years ago, to pursue a life of adventure, of new worlds, a life of thrills. Today, I'm back in my home, and my nation bays for my blood.

I am not Ajmal Kasab. My name is not Dawood Ibrahim. I was no high profile terrorist. You don't know my name. Pick a 13 year old guy from anywhere in your world. I was him. I didn't even live in Kashmir. My religion, I forgot long ago. But I remember, I was born to poverty. I was born to circumstances that didn't allow my ambitions to prosper. I lived in a society that had taken everything from me. My dignity, my hope, my chances of living the life of a successful human. One of the reasons, I didn't believe in god, was that then I'd have someone to blame for it. I don't blame. So I have no god.

The Other Brother

The following post, is a voluntary contribution, by a close friend, an inspiration, and one of the readers of this blog. It is a response to an earlier post made by the blog author titled "For the Brother that I could never have". Thank you. Its an honor for the blog. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you, Gaurav Ojha.

Dear Brother,

I got your last letter, hope you sent it in better health and spirit than when the CIA agents last left you. You know it brother that somewhere deep inside i do love you. But as you say, we've never been able to be brothers by choice.

For the brother that I could never have...

Dear Brother,

We've been brothers by destiny. We've been brothers by hardships. We've been brothers when we have had to bow. We've been brothers when we celebrated our liberation. Sadly, we've never been able to be brothers by choice.

The Pensive Pen: The Price of a Heart

The Pensive Pen: The Price of a Heart

A Slice of Fire: Of Flyovers, the lights and the smiles.

A Slice of Fire: Of Flyovers, the lights and the smiles.

No one killed her

Whenever there comes an hour of crisis, the 'leading' nations of this century come to the forefront, and mitigate the situation. Be it any war, or an economic depression, or global warming, a natural disaster, or a man made one. But seldom do they reach solutions that can be called potent enough, to deal with most of the situations. What might be the reason of this, of the best brains and resources of this planet being unable to solve problems?

Boontoo: A New Name

Boontoo: A New Name

Second instalment of the tale.

Making footprints

It would seem absurd to many, ridiculous to most, useless to some, and interesting to very few.

Today when most people, my age, are busy having fun, when those pensive few, blessed with the power of thought, dabble in the deepest of life's philosophies, when some look around for brain stimulating humor, while the rest most surely deny them this privilege, I struggle to find my place among my peers.

The Atonement of God: Meeting your match

The Atonement of God: Meeting your match

Ashes fall like snow

April 26th 2010.

Its been 16 years, since the fateful events in the village of Chernobyl near Pripyat in northern Ukaraine (then in the Soviet Union). Existence was brought to an eerie standstill in what is considered the worlds worst nuclear disaster ever, and the comatose state of the region is a shocking proof of it.

That's Life

That's life, that's what
All the people say.
You are riding high
In April,
Shot down in May.
But I know I'm gonna
Change that tune,
When I'm back on top
Back on top in June.

Of Flyovers, the lights and the smiles.

In the time I spent at Delhi, preparing for engineering entrance exams, I frequently traveled between Yusuf Sarai where my hostel was located, and Sarvapriya Vihar. For those of you un-familiar with the local geography of this region, Sarvapriya Vihar is a sort of educational hub of its own. More specifically Kalusarai. All of the best institutes, for preparation for any entrance exam after graduating from school, have a center here. The fact that it is situated bang in front of IIT Delhi, only adds to the motivation factor.

In the midst of all these symbols of growing India, stands another, the IIT flyover. Flyover by day, and well flyover by the night too. Though the meaning of the word flyover, is different for different people.

The Power of Thought

The Thinker. One of the most famous sculptures ever made by man. Ever thought what in a rough stone piece shaped like an ordinary man would continue to enthrall generations of mankind?

The Answer: It is supposed to be thinking.

Thought process is the beginning and the end of the world. The Elephant has its size and tusks, the Tiger, its claws and ferocity, the Cheetah, its speed, Birds, they can fly; the fish can swim. But the man, he can think