Thursday, March 20, 2008

A wish



Eh my beloved!
Sometimes I wish that both of us were wolves,ou and I. I a lone wolf and you, my only mate.Wolves have only one mate for the whole life, just a tidbit for u.I want to look in your huntress eyes, stand next to you. I want to run through the jungle, with wind in myhead and sand at my feet.My lungs burning from the chase and ur smell all around me.
I want to hunt for you and with you, share the skill and kill. Take morsels of life with my life herself with me.Play with you in the rivers, nibble you all over sinking myself in you with my teeth. I wanna stand in the rains with you under this blue tent of the sky and these green shades of the trees, dripping with melting clouds all over us. Want to howl the songs of our love, in the full moon nights of autumn, from the cliff. Roam in the virgin snow, crushing it under us to find a warm shelter for the harsh and lonely winters. And then love you with all the wild passion,animal instincts and hungry eyes only a wolf can combine into. Drown myself in you and become one.

Sometime later , in the early mornings of the springtime
, i wanna lie just lazying in the sun on a rock. Looking over and keeping the guard and my gaze on you.A half shy-half proud,young mother. Playing with Our kids. Little images, our love and trust and something more all in your flesh and blood. Jumping, yelping, fighting with joy,irritating you. And that mock anger on your face, underneath full of pride and affection and unconditional love.For in each of them, you see mine, and they are parts of me looking at you. with their little eyes.

We, the partners in this game of life for ever and the best friend to each other, we shall ever find again.

Yeah my love! I do wish for it all.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Racism & the problem deep inside

Well, I read a few blogs about the ongoing spat blown up during the Sydney test and is still going on. It threatened to jeopardize even the tour. It raised some kinda philosophical questions. The world is round they say. Darwinji had to try and strive so hard and bear what not when he said to the whole earth in its face "U r all Monkeys." I mean the theory of evolution. It would be amusing as to guess what would his reactions to the Bhajji's words of wisdom to Symonds. Some people do not have the capability to grasp the inner meaning of things. Skimming on surface is so easy and Aussies are good surfers from what I know. In reality from all what I surmise is that somewhere deep inside we have forgotten that we are all human beings first and foremost.
In second case even after coming into an age of so much scientific advance showing that all humans share same ancestors and that any kind of racial discrimination is a farce, it is all of no avail. Aussies blame others of not understanding their culture, which they use as a tool to justify their sledging and misbehaviour on field. On the other hand they shirk in horror when paid back in the same coin.

I read somewhere,” we all want equality , but only with our superiors." How true it sounds at this stage. I guess Indian team and public both would not have reacted the same way if we had lost in same conditions to Bangladesh or some other 3rd rate nation. It's the cry of a wounded ego. India is perhaps one of the few cricketing nations, which can challenge Oz and get away with it. The brilliantly mistimed decisions by the umpires have added fuel to the fire. To me, it seems these Umpires represent a dying breed no longer needed to perform any function except to keep the looks of the pitch intact. With technical tools capable of super human ways of detecting catches, subtle snicks and other such ambiguous facets involved in the game, umpires are as good as dodos. However, we should never forget that above all cricket is a game, good as any other. As with this, the primary aim is to judge the physical strength/stamina involved in carrying out the technical aspects and nuances of the game. However the nation(read India), bereft of true national heroes, now seeks instant Nirvana in bunch of Ball chasers and Dancers cum singers cum lovers cum fighters or precisely actors.

And why not? After all we are the new face of the world the toast of the whole town. After being rebuked and tortured and mocked for 52-53 years of gaining Independence, if it be called so, we are the new poster boys. Our institutes(IITs/IIMs) are new age shrines of intelligentsia. Our women (Ash/ Shilpa) are most gorgeous ones. And still we are racists when we simply assert our arrival at the international arena as the others do.

One last thing, we Indians are racists by birth, whether we accept or not. What else you call a country where the first question a stranger most likely to face is about his/her identity in their own motherland.. NE guys/gals are fondly referred to as "Chinkis", North Indians in South are called Northies and South indians are Khattas, Mallus,Tamilians. It is a nation divided in Biharis,Marathis and everything else except Indians. The nationalistic unity occurs only when there is a Cricket match or a war. Baanki time we are Hindus, Muslims, and all else except Indians. So I do not take any offense when Symonds accused Harbhajan of being racist. Because it is exactly what most of us are brought up as. So thanks Symonds for showing us the mirror , in a wrong way even though.

Friday, May 11, 2007

SARCASM

I am just fed up,
a coward I am, trying to find
excuses for my failings.

Hypocrite from the core,
pretending to live.
A parasitic existence,
of no use to or for any reason I pretend.

Can't hate myself,
a narcissist that I am.
A muddled murky drain of poisoned lava,
courses its way through my veins.

Dark crimson, dark thoughts,
howl in crevices of my head.
Lurking demons, thirsty of and drinking my blood
share the body with me.

Cursed and hunted and stabbed all over,
and breathing the air,
some better self could have used,
I dance in a frenzy of drunken madness,
in this asylum of world.

Life, O! dear life,
why you mock at me, though I love you ?

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

blog numero uno

Mea Culpa !!

Still my love,let me dig the rapier of my teeth,deep in your flesh,
for I wanna exchange a serrated osculation, and shred all longings and inhibitions stored within.

This moonless night let us explore, the last untouched caverns of our ever virgin souls, only to fall in an abyss of dark desires, deep so deep that its end crosses the last zenith.

Mercilessely shall we stab each other tonight, with daggers of haunting lust, and bleed.
And watch remorselessly the trickles of passions and cravings burst in unstoppable floods.

Phantasmogoria,schizophrenia and thousand other hallucinations,shall sear their marks forever on our bodies, as we leave the realms of time, albeit, only for some time.

The insane joy of ravishing(?) each other, surges like the burning lava,raising a thousand specters of hell in my being.
And yes! I wish this all tonight, lest for me tomorrow might never come....