The world can sure stay alive without tiger skin and elephant tusks. Please let them live in peace. We are the youngest species on this planet but have succeeded in disrupting the harmony that exists. Nature allows us to co-exist but that won't just satisfy our greed, RIGHT. Please open your eyes and heart now else we will wake up one day to realize that the world as we knew it does not exist anymore

Hope we don't have to go to a museum to see this nature... SAVE OUR PLANET! BE Environment friendly!! 

Untouchable

My first breath of life made me cry
I was carried everywhere;
Everyone loved me, touched me

When I walked,
I could see the stares
As I were unusual on Earth

People! Educated people, wouldn’t allow me to drink water
Cause I had a Family
But Dogs could since they didn’t have a Family

People! Educated people, wouldn’t allow me to wear clean clothes
Cause I had a Family
But Dogs were dressed in houses since they didn’t have a Family

People! Educated people, wouldn’t touch me
Cause I had a Family
But Dogs were touched as they didn’t have a Family

Hmm… Then came along a Brahmin
He looked at me with displeasure
I walked up to him

This ECHOED!!!

“You Untouchable! Stay away from me… You learned Illiterate!”
“You are indeed Untouchable! Stay away from me….”

I said this to the Brahmin
And these were marked as my Last Words
Will you continue them for me….. 

Warrior

A warrior’s blood is spilled

Who is a Warrior?

One who tells TRUTH

One who fights for TRUTH

One who lives by TRUTH

One who dies for TRUTH

He is the warrior

Still his blood is spilled, By WHO?

Us! Us! Us!

Us, who have shut our eyes to crime

Us, who have shut our mouth to crime

Us, who have shut our ears to crime

The Monkeys

But not Mahatma Gandhi’s

Laugh my people Laugh 

As the warrior’s blood is spilled

As we always have

And always will…

The Tight-Rope Walking Girl

The Tight-Rope Walking Girl

I am a commoner, a person in the crowd. I have a face that almost half of the population in my country would resemble to. But surely that doesn’t make me a “Nobody” thoughJ. Why I referred to this is to point to the mindset what most the common mass in India carries with them; that they are just the “Common Man” who is entitled to live silently and die silently. Those who try to do otherwise are called misfits. I did have that thought in me before I finished writing this book for you. Now I have changed. My eyes were opened by a Girl; A Tight-Rope Walking Girl….

It was a Friday, March 4^th; I remember the day because it was my Birthday, when I first saw her. Maybe four or five would have been her age. She had a cheerful smile that would make anyone looking at her to smile too. Her hair was pleated on two sides and had pink colored ribbons on them. Wearing a dance costume like the ones we could see in old Tamil movies, full glittery although most of it was shining owing to the dirt in it. But one would not notice it as for her bubbly face. I don’t usually take my time with these roadshows that happen around my street. Trivandrum is known for these roadshows by travelers from outer state. “We used to have the same organized for our temple festival too”, I thought. Even though I have heard of these shows, it was the first time I actually stayed to watch. I didn’t know her name but could hear the man in the ring calling her Ms. Something; so I called her Kinginni because she was wearing an anklet that had bells in them, the ring was nice to hear.

On being called her name she went up to the ladder climbed it and started walking the tight-rope. She did it so fast that I could almost feel my heart in mouth. “Holy Shit!” is was came out of my mouth, but no one around me seemed concerned about me making shit Holy, so my swearing went unheard J. She did see me with my mouth open when she was doing the act, so she smiled at me when she came down and walked towards me, I looked at her, she looked up at me smiling, there was this disturbing noise of metal hitting against metal around I didn’t know where it came from, and it was answered quickly. She was holding a plate that had coins and she was requesting me to put money in it. “Jeez”, I felt as if the whole lot over there saying “That guy is so cheap, he won’t pay for the act which he watched”. I put in a 10 Rupees note in her plate and looked back at the people who had put in only coins, “Now who’s a cheapo?”

I reached office, but still couldn’t get the girl walking the rope out of my head, she was gifted for sure. We had a meeting in office about the company’s charity work in which we decided to help a child with his/her studies. I said to my friends about this tight-rope walking girl and all they said was “Wow”, well actually I didn’t even understand why I said that over there. That evening when I was returning home, I saw their tents where they were cooking, singing and having fun. I felt so proud of giving that 10 rupees as if it were the reason for their happiness. With this smile of satisfaction I entered my house only to see my wife, Lekshmi. She is beautiful but can be pestering at times. Maybe I can get implicated for calling my wife a pest but will surely be pardoned cause I said beautiful too. She started with her usual questions, “Why were you late?” “I know you must have been talking to the females in your office” “Nowadays you are behaving strangely” ”You have no love for me now” and then she would start with the soft crying along with which she would make dinner for me. The best part about this is that she knows that I love her so much that I wouldn’t even think about other girls yet she would say all these and later apologise for saying it “Pagli”. I would kiss her in forehead and say in her ear softly “I Love You” which actually brings a smile in her and that’s priceless J. We had our dinner during which I told her about the girl walking the tight-rope, her face twitched but it was back to normal when she heard the age. She listened to it and suddenly the motherhood in her erupted, “Ow, the poor child, she is having a struggling childhood, you should give her some money”, and the almost simultaneously her woman side erupted too “I have tell this Renu di also” Renu di was my neighbor’s wife and my wife’s best friend, they can talk all day.

Seeing the tight-rope walking girl had become a routine in my life, every day morning I would walk past the show while she will be walking the rope, she always had a smile for me which actually made me feel happy. And while returning home I would either give her toffees or some coins which she gracefully accepted with the same smile she had in the morning. But the life we live is only a bubble and we all tend to forget it at times.

I woke up that morning with the enthusiasm that my life is going to be as beautiful as the previous one. I walked towards the street entrance and while walking I had this strange feeling in me. My heart was feeling a bit heavy. I couldn’t see any crowd, “Why?” I wondered. The roadshow was not there, the girl walking the tight-rope wasn’t there. I felt like a little child lost in the mass. It just didn’t seem fair to me, “I mean, how could they leave without telling me, its something imp… I… well… this is not fair…. Aaaah”. I couldn’t stop thinking about it while at office, it was a bad day for me, I had a fight with my peer for having taken my pen!

With all energy lost I returned home, I told Lekshmi about the roadshow moving off without saying a word to me. She was puzzled, “Why should they tell you?”, I didn’t like that question because it was Truth.. Truth is always annoying and women particularly have the habit of saying Truth when it’s on their side. Anyways, with no one to see my emotional drama, a week passed by and then the most pivotal point of my life came along; the day I understood that what I had thought about myself was simply bull****. I saw my roadshow near my office, I was so happy that I ran across to them and watched the whole show, but I couldn’t find the girl. “Where is she?”, “Was she hurt?”, “Why isn’t she walking the rope?”, all these questions were being hurled inside my head. I couldn’t stop myself from asking the ring master about the little girl. “Where is the girl who used to walk on the rope? She was your star performer right?”. He looked up at me, I could see the sadness in them, I could see tears in them. “I remember you Saab, you were the one who used give Mahi toffees, right!”, that’s the first time I realized that I didn’t actually know her name. “She fell from the rope while performing a week ago, her head hit the iron rod which was bolted to the road to keep the rope tight”, tearing started rolling down his bony cheeks, “Bahut pyaari bachi thi Saab, shayad isiliye bhagwan ne jaldi bulaliya mere bachi ko”. I put my hand on his shoulders and patted him, I didn’t know what else to do. I felt like crying but held it back. “She talked about you when she was in hospital; she wanted to give you this…”, he pulled out a doll made from toffee covers, a small one, it looked exactly like her, “Usne apne hathoon se banaya tha Saab, Aapke liye”… I couldn’t control my tears anymore…. “Thank You” I said to him and I walked along. My mind was filled the smiling face of Mahi, “Why is it that she had to die at such an early age?” “Would she be alive today if we had helped get into a school?”. I headed the charity group in my office, we discussed a number of times of helping children but I couldn’t see the need for a child who was so near to me… was it my callousness or was I so hard hearted that I wanted to be entertained by the view of a small girl walking a tight rope.

I couldn’t find peace even after getting home, Lekshmi tried to console me, but I could feel that lacking in me. That is when I decided to write a book on this issue in our country. Days passed, weeks passed, months passed… and I finally completed my book “The Tight-Rope Walking Girl”, it covered mostly into the reasons why children are denied education in some parts of the country and how can we overcome this, the book was on Mahi. I knew her soul would be happy to know about this, but still my heart was beating hard while I was taking my final copy to my publisher. I didn’t know why….

I decided to walk through the same street where Mahi used perform. I could actually see her performing in my mind. I stayed there for sometime with my eyes closed. The visuals of Mahi walking on the rope came before me, I could see her smile, she walked to the other end climbed down the ladder and walked towards me. I felt as if she was standing so close to me, I could feel her presence, she held her hand out to me, but I didn’t have a toffee  with me, I could see a tear fall from her eyes.. “Please don’t cry, I will get you a toffee Mahi”. I could only hear her voice faintly “I don’t want toffee…. L”. I opened my eyes, “Why was she holding her hand out if she didn’t want the toffee”, then it occurred to me that she was holding out her hand to help her… she wanted me to help her… but I didn’t know how… I kept walking

Just before I reached my publisher’s office I noticed a group of road performers camped in the empty plot opposite to the office. A girl almost the age of Mahi was standing by the road. She was smiling at me. I walked across to her, I still don’t know what made me do that, I smiled back. She then held her hand out to me just as Mahi had done in my thought. I bent down and held her little palm in mine, “All I had done these many years in my life was only to talk and write about saving children, bettering their lives, but not even once did I think of doing something worthwhile to actually save them”, we all always tend to do the easier part in life like “forwarding a message or information” but will never follow up to see whether the needy has been done, “we talk about politicians not doing their work properly” but will never stand in an election to make the change. I felt so lowly of having spend this much time of my life in simply writing a book rather than actually helping out the children.

“You want to go to school?” I asked, her face brightened up, I smiled took her palm in my one hand and my book in the other towards her parents. I wanted this to be the first step of many to actually bring the change that we all yearn for. “Will you be there with me or will you stand by and watch?” I ask you my dear reader and I need you to answer; not to me but to you…… J

The Beginning!

A Warrior's Blood is the one that's always spilled
Who is a Warrior?

One who tells the Truth
One who advocates Truth
One who fights for Truth
One who Lives for it and Dies for it....

He is the Warrior
Still his Blood is spilled

But who is the Antagonist in this scene?
US! US! US!

US; who have shut our eyes to the crimes
US; who have shut our mouth from saying against the crimes
US; who have shut our ears to the cries

We are The Monkeys, The Monkeys, The Monkeys...
But Not M.K. Gandhi's

HaHaHa! HaHaHa! HaHaHa!
Laugh my PEOPLE Laugh as we always
HaHaHa! 

Amen!

One Hell of a Thought:


How much ever times a Boy says "I LOVE YOU", the girl still doubts the LOVE... Boy has to put up a show to make her feel that he LOVES her... well thats the best part coz most of the girls LOVE the show rather than the LOVE... Amen Dudes Amen!!!!

I have a Heart... I know it because someone just broke it... It bleeds... but it will still beat... because I know I have a heart.... :-) Amen!

Trying to find a reason to be HAPPY is the reason for being UNHAPPY

The Red Corridor

A soldier’s life is a life of discipline, respect and dignity. They have an air of command around them. I have been seeing or rather living a part of a soldier’s life from childhood. My father, Major Raj Mundra is the most wonderful person I have seen in my life. He was a caring father and a loving husband. I always wanted to join the army for the only reason that I wanted to be like my DAD!

It was a Friday and everyone in the camp were preparing for the “Women’s Day” celebrations. I was in my XII^th and was waiting for Dad to come home so that we could celebrate. My mom, a social activist, was keen on celebrating this day as she wanted to emphasis the importance of womanhood on every opportunity that popped up. Meanwhile, I and my sister decided to play chess till dad came. I wasn’t much of chess player but she insisted in playing with me so that she could win. We sat on the couch, placed a table and started to play the game which I could never win even in my wildest dreams. The phone rang; I saw mom coming to pick the phone, so we continued with our game. I don’t know who was at the other end, mom made a loud groaning-like sound, I turned to see her standing numb and letting off the receiver from her hands. We looked at her, she was standing still, she again made that sound which we heard earlier. We ran across to her and she just let down herself in my arms.

I picked up the receiver after settling mom in the couch, she had started crying loud now, seeing which my sister also started crying. I said “Hello”. The news was about my father; he was abducted by the Maoist and beheaded publicly in a village, after which they burned his body. It was an act of terrorism by them to inflict fear in the people as the army was helping the villagers. Soon our house was filled with people, I was not able to feel or hear anything, felt so numb, so dead. I could feel a bee humming in my head. Many were comforting me, many cried on my shoulder for comfort. I just didn’t know what to do, cause I lost my father who had promised to be with us this evening. I never thought about losing my father at any point of my life, didn’t have a reason to think so. But I did not cry. Crying would vent out the anger, which would reduce the intensity of revenge. I didn’t want that to happen at all, I wanted that fire to burn and burn high. This gave me the energy to fight; for my father; finish what he had started, wipe out the Maoist.

We were left alone after the funeral; I did not feel like eating or even talking to my mom. All I could think of was the Maoist. I wanted revenge and wanted them to know that it was me. But how? This was the question that intrigued me. To catch your prey, you must know its weakness, to know the weakness, we must know about the prey. So I decided to reach upon every source of information about them. From all the information I understood one thing; that I can stand against them only when I had power to command and the training to kill. Both these are the attributes of an army officer. I made up my mind to join NDA after my XII^th. Four years of rigorous training, two year posting to J&K, the hot bed of soldiers. All of this did not appear to me as hardships, only stepping stones to my aim; “Kill the Maoist”, “Kill them all”. My knowledge regarding them was also being updated regularly and more precisely as now I had more reliable sources than Google; the army data warehouse, were we can get information on anything around the world. Having access to more accurate data bought up quite astounding revelations to me. I got to know more about the Maoist, their start, ideology and background.

They were formed as a part of civic revolution, which is so uncommon now as we are too confined to ourselves. They were formed to protect the people of the villages which were being wiped off by the government so that they could make profits by selling the land to corporate who wanted to mine the mineral rich land. When the actions taken up by government started becoming inhuman and life-threatening, they started reacting the same way. Their villages were burnt, men were killed and women were raped. All of this, because they wouldn’t give their land! The government came up with sweet names for these treacherous acts, which we common man read in newspapers, heard in radios and saw on TVs. We all stared coldly at these people, who took up weapons not to “kill” but to “survive”. They lost confidence in the system of the world which we live in, so started with an alternative system, which they have shown to the government, that it is more effective the one we all follow.

What is this madness? Why is the rich after the money that can only be stacked up in their vault as they have already earned a fortune which even their future generations can spend? Why should they want to suffice their profit hunger drenched in human blood? The Government actually gave false information’s about the Maoist attacking villages which never happened. Why would the government take such a step which brings happiness to one person and misery to a 100? And look at us, the common man; looking at the Maoist as merciless terrorists and pouring out our sympathy for the government

My fire for revenge was put off by these realizations. I could even find saneness in their act of beheading my father as he was part of the regiment that had burnt their villages, killed their men and raped their women. For the first time in my life I felt ashamed of the fact that my father, a soldier, was used by the government for such a heinous act. It is not the Maoist who killed my father. It is the system, the government and the people that killed my father. Without knowing this many sons like you and me have thought and act against the Maoist, playing our role in the puppet show organized by the government and funded by the corporate. The money they make in this deal can suitably be named as “Blood Money”. Now think, have you stained your hands with this blood money? Will you now use the freedom we earned to stop these atrocities happening in our very democratic India?

Food for thought!

Do we really enjoy the freedom or are we just being let off as the government or the corporate have no interests in our lands? 

Mr Frog Man says: "CROAK"

Through the Brown Eyes!

The most beautiful pair of eyes I have seen in my life
I could look at them for a lifetime. Brown eyes, Big Brown Eyes, Beautiful Big Brown Eyes....
I looked into them, I don't know what I was searching in them for.... 
What was it that I was looking for...
It was so blank, so void, so pure, so definite, so still, but I could not find anything 
Those eyes were not searching for anything, I was confused..


I could not read her thoughts through her eyes. But why would I want to read her eyes. Is it just curiosity or is it LOVE... Don't know...


But the blankness of her eyes was soon revealed to me....


Sympathy filled me, How unlucky is she that she cannot see this beautiful world. The birds, the color, the magic, the wonders of the world, the beautiful people around us... How can God be so unjust with those beautiful Brown Eyes

I was trying to feel her pain.... then I realized...

She need not see the Atrocities of this world, 
She need not see the Vengeance that is burning this world
She need not see the corruption in and around us

She need not see the body of the young girl who was prey to an instance of pleasure of a man
She need not see the slaughtered bodies of men, women and children who were killed so that another man, woman and child can get their piece of luxury
 

Mr Frog Man says: "CROAK"

1. The word of the LORD came again unto me, saying,  
2. Son of man, say unto the prince of Tyrus, Thus saith the Lord GOD; Because thine heart is lifted up, and thou hast said, I am a God, I sit in the seat of God, in the midst of the seas; yet thou art a man, and not God, though thou set thine heart as the heart of God:  
3. Behold, thou art wiser than Daniel; there is no secret that they can hide from thee: 
4. With thy wisdom and with thine understanding thou hast gotten thee riches, and hast gotten gold and silver into thy treasures:  
5. By thy great wisdom and by thy traffick hast thou increased thy riches, and thine heart is lifted up because of thy riches:
6. Therefore thus saith the Lord GOD; Because thou hast set thine heart as the heart of God;  
7. Behold, therefore I will bring strangers upon thee, the terrible of the nations: and they shall draw their swords against the beauty of thy wisdom, and they shall defile thy brightness. 
8. They shall bring thee down to the pit, and thou shalt die the deaths of them that are slain in the midst of the seas.
9. Wilt thou yet say before him that slayeth thee, I am God? but thou shalt be a man, and no God, in the hand of him that slayeth thee. 
10. Thou shalt die the deaths of the uncircumcised by the hand of strangers: for I have spoken it, saith the Lord GOD.
11. Moreover the word of the LORD came unto me, saying,  
12. Son of man, take up a lamentation upon the king of Tyrus, and say unto him, Thus saith the Lord GOD; Thou sealest up the sum, full of wisdom, and perfect in beauty.  
13. Thou hast been in Eden the garden of God; every precious stone was thy covering, the sardius, topaz, and the diamond, the beryl, the onyx, and the jasper, the sapphire, the emerald, and the carbuncle, and gold: the workmanship of thy tabrets and of thy pipes was prepared in thee in the day that thou wast created. 
14. Thou art the anointed cherub that covereth; and I have set thee so: thou wast upon the holy mountain of God; thou hast walked up and down in the midst of the stones of fire.
15. Thou wast perfect in thy ways from the day that thou wast created, till iniquity was found in thee.  
16. By the multitude of thy merchandise they have filled the midst of thee with violence, and thou hast sinned: therefore I will cast thee as profane out of the mountain of God: and I will destroy thee, O covering cherub, from the midst of the stones of fire.By the multitude of your goods they have filled your midst with violence, and you have sinned. So I cast you profaned from the height of God, and I destroy you, O covering cherub, from among the stones of fire
17. Thine heart was lifted up because of thy beauty, thou hast corrupted thy wisdom by reason of thy brightness: I will cast thee to the ground, I will lay thee before kings, that they may behold thee.

"Do we Indians really have Unity in Diversity? I believe the state boundaries have split us. I guess Robert Frost was right about humans walling out humans in his poem "Mending Walls"

Mr. FrogMan

Can I love someone so much that I stop seeing myself.... Every women I see I can see only her face... Every Fragrance reminds me of her's... Can I love someone so much that I become self less