'Might is Right'- and - 'Only Might has the Right'

Must have been around a month or so, I finished my lunch, outstretched my arms and got up to keep the plate in sink. Mumma likes no nuisance and does not like to see dirty plates lying on the table. Sink of my kitchen adjoins a window which gives a view of ‘green belt’ declared by Haryana government. Through the net of my kitchen’s window, I observed a pigeon making relentless efforts to build its nest on window sill. It was getting hay, wires, wooden stems, and all sorts of things. It was interesting to watch it building its house but I was equally perturbed by the fact that if it makes its nest here, it would be a complete mess-it will lay eggs, do the shit (literal shit), make noises and what not. Taking a rational stand, I shooed it away for few times and went back to my room. Everyday I got back to home and would go to kitchen I used to find a few stems lying on the sill, which I used to blow away. But on one day, I found an entire nest with hundreds of stems on the corner of the sill. Since the window of kitchen is covered with iron mesh, this time I could neither blow it, nor remove it. And as a I had though after a day or two, the pigeon had laid eggs there. The child in me liked to see the bird and its eggs, every day I would find the pigeon sitting on eggs and one day there were two little chicks on the nest. In a very hackneyed and filmy style, it would not be wrong to say that the sight of two little chicks made me a changed man; they made my stone heart melt! Chicks always do the magic on me, you know…

I saw them growing up every day, I would often throw a few grains through the spaces in mesh. They kept making different types of noises, chirpy, whistling, and cooing. And noises of fluttering wings were an add-on. As you go near them, they would close their eyes in fear. Fear of unknown, fear of strangers, fear of death. I never knew, their fear would get real. Today, I saw a cat on the outer side of my window sill; it caught the baby pigeons and ate them right in front of my eyes… It felt pathetic and terrible. That’s the law of nature, big fish eats small fish, that is how we make the ecological balance, but my brain finds it hard to register this fact. What is the purpose of life of such small fishes? What is the certainty of their lives? Why did they come into existence if they had to die in such a miserable manner? Be it any sphere of world, the only rule that works is the survival of the fittest, and the saddest part is we define fittest merely by power…

P.S. - Find Strings Attached

Life has become a routine… day after day, doing everything that I am supposed to do, living it as I should, but as I take a pause and think about it, I realize I am not living my life. It is mere sustenance. Life will keep going like this and in the blink of an eye, it will get over. My life is like running on a tread-mill, I will keep running but will not cover any distance, will never reach my destination. I am running, running fast to get ahead of everybody else, running fast to meet the deadlines, sometimes even to beat the deadlines… But what will I get at the end of it? 50 years hence, when I will look through the window of my home, or will flip through the pages of my photo album, I will then realize what did I earn all these years and what did I loose. So why don’t I live my life to the fullest? Why don’t I live larger than life? Why don’t I do what I want to do? I confess I am not bold enough; I don’t have enough courage to stand up and live only for myself thinking only of ‘my’ present…i find numerous strings attached to me, which will always control all my movements and actions...

Strange Relationships

Since the age of 8-9, I have been going to a vegetable market which gets laid every monday on the main road near my home. I remember myself as a kid, holding hand of my mother n a jute bag in the other hand, i used to walk through the busy road which had hardly any space left for other commuters. Carwallahs making their way through squeezed roads...Most of the stalls had kerosene lamps, while only a few others used bright halogen bulbs. Walking through it has always been fun, vendors call out loud to attract attention of customers and some even use innovative rhyming phrases like "lal khaoge lal ho jaoge, aisa tamatar kahi aur nahi paoge.." The market looks vibrant and alive, colourful fruits and vegetables clearly laid out, vendors sprikling water to make them look fresh, yellow lights, wide dark ebony sky above and hundreds of people wearing different ccoloured clothes and doing different things, making you feel that you are looking at world from a kaleidoscope. Observing people alone can amuse you for hours...

We have fixed vendors from whom we purchase fruits and vegetables and i am seeing those faces for years now. They all know us, wish me n my mom everytime we go to them- "Ram Ram bauji, Ram Ram Didi jee"... Somewhere in the midddle of bazaar we have a vendor from whom we purchase potatoes. A thin, shy person with an ever smiling face. Along with his son who was forbidden from the normal life of a child he has been laying his makeshift shop for more than a decade now... I have hardly spoken to him, my mumma is more verbose, she would ask him about his village, his son, which class is he in, and what not. And all i do is stand at the side and watch the girl next to me, bowing down to choose potatoes... Last week, i was coming back from office and was walking through the monday-market when my bag slightly hit a muscular man of 30's and he started fighting with me... At that moment, that potato-wala came up and started speaking on my behalf... It was strange, firstly it made me feel like a kid, being protected by others, n secondly i felt a strange relationship with that potato-seller... I didnt know how to react, i just smiled and said thanks, to which he replied "arre koi nahi bhaiya". Sometimes, such undefined relationships prove better than many other relationships. It is such strange relationships that bring back what most of us have forgotten in our fast-paced lives... Humanity!

Whaaaaattt eeeeeeejjj??

bahhh... This is one of those moments when my irritation level is reaching new heights, and i feel like clenching my teeth, flexing my fingers, rubbing my palms and give somebody a solid punch... but the Newton's third law of motion suspends the thought... :(

I dont know if im very smart and matured or if the rest of world is too silly and immatured to see the bigger picture and take a rational stand. I find everybody... literally Everybody silly or stupid... people lack simple sense of humour, wit, expect miliard of things from almost everybody, over-react to situations, become melodramatic, get over-sensitive and would afflict you with the whip of their "emotional atyachaar"... stoppppppp... Its not that im very callous or insensitive; i cry watching movies, i feel bad when India loses a match, i get hurt when a girl says you are like my brother, which proves that im full of emotions , but heyy come on you cant over-do things... Get real mann... take an aerial view... look at the bigger picture... think... think 360 degrees from every person's perspective and then choose whether to react on it or simply ignore it...

Just a matter of Time...

Time... Time... Time... when i look aound, think about anything, everything seems to be just a matter of time... prince or a pauper, an ordinary man or a ravishing showstopper...walking in a shoe which is torn or driving a battery motor in golf lawn... plain bread and butter or a 7 course meal, you might be on cloud 9, or being tested by severest ordeal... time and just the time will heal... i see teens driving fast, and i see them spending fortunes "to have a blast"... i see my friends going after girls like insane, i see them shattered, going through pain... Time, and Time alone would heal them...i see my colleagues fighting for a promotion or a raise in their pay, some going over the top, some taking the wrong way... you might have screwed an exam or just had a bad day...this is all i have to say... Its just a matter of time, you will get what you deserve one fine day...