The Train to Bookland

On Sunday, we the threesome took a train to Chawri Bazaar

The much older part of Delhi greeted us with a namaskar.

The rickety ride to the Daryaganj Book Market was fun, seeing the historical Jama Masjid along our way
The world around us was singing to the tunes of laughter, smile and child’s play.

As we landed our dusty feet on this eternal land The blaze of the sun pierced our body, everything appearing out of sight. (FAINTS…)
The tattered body of ours was able to find an auto to drop us at Haldiram’s and we rushed inside to find the best place which could provide us with the much needed respite
We went to the Sees Ganj Gurudwara and offered our prayers to the God
We decided to board the metro which could offer us a seat (no wait, 3 seats)
The journey was tiring, book shopping is left incomplete

We could swim in the sea of books to grab the best ones firsthand

We bore an excitement as we could purchase them at a very low price 

Different foods tantalizing our taste buds, we ordered stuff that was too much against our normal appetite

And towards the Chandni Chowk metro station, we threesome trod

And we went to Mandi House, (yes, we went opposite because we wanted SEAT) the second metro gave us this treat (YAY)

Waiting for the scorching heat to beat a retreat 

Hello Mr. White !!

Sitting on the bed wrapped in a blanket sipping hot cup of chai (cha-i-yeee)

Oh winters!! So you have finally arrived…

The foggy mornings, the chilly air spreads in the zones

I turn to the jolly fireplace to warm my frozen bones…

Injecting heaps of laziness in this poor soul

Making one mile equal to two miles, the baby feet are not ready for the stroll…

On the couch with my food bags, I enjoy the hot snacks

Food cravings multiply for me when this cold season is back…

The flakes of snow in the air land as a kiss upon my cheek

Sharing a secret message sent for my heart to read but not to speak…

I paint the window panes in fairy lines with frozen steam

Creeping softly towards the door and see not even a single face beam…

And back I am in my warm enclosure sipping hot cup of chaii

Slowly as time flies, I lie like a frosty sleepy head bidding goodbye….

The White and Black Envelope

Each one of us has a white and black envelope within us, the black enveloped mind is of fear, disappointment and denials and the white enveloped mind gives us a chance to rediscover ourselves.

When we struggle with our failures day and night
When the roar of power and dominance makes us run to the hide
At the brink of the sword I hang looking for a change

When seconds of quake can make us run for our lives
When the heart stops beating and the tears keep dripping like a cut from an edged knife
At the brink of the sword i hang looking for a change

When the world cannot hear our words and becomes deaf
When our eyes look for the helping face, but only sees everybody's back
At the brink of the sword I hang, looking for a change

When the world bitches about you thinking you are deaf
When eyes stalk you coz you bear the "I am a girl" tag
At the brink of the sword I hang, looking for a change

When we roam with several masks glued to our face
When we are in the midst of a distorted phase
At the brink of the sword I hang,looking for a change....

Time will pass, Will you ?

The sands of time will trickle down
So many crossroads to choose all around
Even mind slows down creating a void space
Pressure of all sorts bursting in the brains
When 24 hours in a day become less to do things
Cribbing ! Cribbing !!O Yeah ! is the song that each one of us loves to sing
The CAT, MAT race where everyone is running for the mighty mice
Placement bubbles shoot up, pumping the heart twice
Will I be able to unlock the dreams weaved inside?
And be my parent's pride....

The Gates Will Close (because it's 9:10)

Dreaming about my Prince Charming, the sleep is lovely

It takes 0.5 seconds by Mom to make it ugly...

The "Get up quick" alarm keeps ringing bursting my ears

Oh God! Why did I have to choose a college situated near the Yamuna River...

I don't take hours to get ready ..because I don't have to be the Matchy Matchy (p.s-referring to matching slippers,accessories etc) ..

7:35 out of my home,looking forward for those rickety rides to the Metro dome...

Running towards the Pinky Pinky "Mahilayo ke Liye" corner,

the Vaishali metro @7: 55 has to be boarded by me and the numbers...

Ah! Taking a quick breath of relief,

messaging my bestie about the exact time it would take the train to reach...

Those 30 Minutes to Rajiv Chowk can be passed observing the janta around,

But after that when my friend boards in, the gossiping,laughter makes us in no time reach the Kar-Kar-Duma town..

Running down those infinite steps(Why was this station made with so many floors ??)for the rickshaw outside,

begging the bhaiya for 20 Rs( for 2 people) for the never ending ride...

It will be such a slow slow s..s(speedbraker)oh!!...(still at Crm) very slow ride,

every second goes in seeing the clock moving and pointing at 9:05..

No, not yet, the journey hasn't ended,

Still a bit of running left and towards our respective buildings we are headed(the gates will close because it's 9:10)

Throttling Democracy

The barbaric operations to evict Baba Ramdev have aggravated the democratic issues in the country.

The corrupt government involved in innumerable scams and scandals has portrayed a shameful chapter in front of the civil society. Where has the freedom to speech disappeared? Where have our rights disappeared?

Baba Ramdev may not be right in his demands but he dared to stand against corruption...When the shameless politicians and representatives can roam freely and speak without keeping their brain o meter on then there was nothing wrong done by the Baba that Government ordered for such an unfaithful act marking a blot on the democracy...The raid at late night on the sleeping women and children and all the citizens present at the Ramlila Ground has just alarmed the country with more shocking and severe disappointment, People have 

been reminded of the Jallianwala Bagh Massacre incident.

The objective of the Government was not to maintain law and order as the Delhi Police didn't issue any warnings or intimidated the crowd. It is a violation of all the rights of the civil society. All this inhumane act has been carried under the remote control of the Government (feels shameful to even speak the names of these creatures). There is nothing wrong in demanding the answers from the UPA chairperson or Mr. Prime Minister who is never affected irrespective of the innumerable allegations against him (he would be under the remote control I believe) and Mr. Sibal, who is such a multitasker that he can address all the issues at one time - be it the scams, Lokpal Bill Or Baba's Dharna...Is he waiting for an opportunity to grab a higher seat??

Thus corruption is rooted in every powerful person, every other party is corrupt but this party has crossed all the limits of shamelessness and fearing its end it has assumed power and misused it...the lathicharge has just proved the brutality by these puppets of the UPA chief. It’s time that there is a complete washout of this ruling party which keeps making noises without any responsibility...

RELIVE

The wheel of ageing is rotating,

The desire to remain young forever is rising.

The inner child from within calls out,

Live with a fresh mind and a happy heart-without any doubt.

Life may have been unfair but laugh again with a new hope

The mirror may show the cracks on the face but the light reflected on it can glaze.

Sing even if you are not melodious, make some noise on the road

Dance to the tunes and beats of the drum relieve the shoulders off the heavy load.

Love hurts, you might have been broken and single

But make your heart beat again to be ready to mingle.

Nothing remains forever or constant, so relive again like a child

As if there is always a new tomorrow J