OH TERRORISTS!

In that school of Peshawar

Lies the carnage of your deeds

Oh terrorists!

You must have enjoyed the moment

When your clamour silenced the kids

How was it to see terror

In those eyes? The eyes

That did not get the chance

To see the world properly

You cannot be humans

Or the faith in humanity will be eroded forever

You are worse than beasts

You are the darkest face of devil

For what did you trade your soul

To kill those innocent kids?

For what did you barter your humanity

To perform that heinous deed?

How will you carry now

Your own sinful hands?

How will you look back in mirror

And see in your eyes?

How will your self bear the burden

Of your own bones and flesh?

Go and celebrate

Your own demise

For you are a cursed existence

Condemned to offer flowers

To your own grave

Where you may never rest in peace.

Random Thoughts & Experiences: LEAFWhat’s your identity? I asked to a fallen lea...

Random Thoughts & Experiences: LEAF
What’s your identity? I asked to a fallen lea...: LEAF What’s your identity? I asked to a fallen leaf Expected an answer against the rules of nature. However to my great surprise,...

LEAF

What’s your identity? I asked to a fallen leaf

Expected an answer against the rules of nature.
However to my great surprise, it replied

“I am just like you, a fallen leaf"
“I descended from the tree on a trip to Earth
I was carried away with the wind, unaware of my future

I visited the top of the mountains with great pleasure

And experienced the sand at the beach with humble leisure.

I swam over estuaries in search of bank’

I flew high in the sky unaware of land.

I wandered the entire earth

Remained unsatisfied with what I acquired.

Ultimately, I reached my destination

To my end in the cave of death

I collapsed and ascended towards heaven

Leaving the faint signs of my presence.

My corpse was buried in the earth

And I returned what I owed from birth.

IN RACE, WITH TIME

Dear Time, I don’t intend to race with you

& still you tend to pull me in this race

I have just one thing to say

MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS...

There are three breeds of people – one, who run ahead of schedule; two, who are always punctual and three, who don’t wish to race with time and are generally late. I happen to belong to the third breed.

I am often on the verge of losing things,  and would lose even if I have a five minutes delays due to some unanticipated event  – I had almost missed my 12^th board exam, had missed a job aptitude test and on endless occasion, I am a late lateef. But no event had been as adventurous and tiring, as the one that happened recently.

I wished to get myself enrolled in Actuarial Science from the UK body. The last date was 12^th May – around the same time, I was having my University Final Exams. After my first exam on 7^th, I, drastically, woke up from my dreamy state in the evening. Don’t tell me I could have gone for Indian body, I had missed the deadline, already.

So this was what happened, I filled up the form, got references signed, then I made many long calls and one of them alarmed me – I was told that the fee payment draft that was to be prepared in GBP would be ready in fifteen days. I called my mother’s cousin, who happened to be a bank employee – unfortunately, he was not in city for two days but fortunately, he contacted his colleagues and asked me to approach them the following morning.

I, who is a late riser, woke up pretty early on 8^th May – I quickly got ready for bank and gave my documents to one of my neighbourhood friend, Mayank (a trainee, under a CA) to get them attested by the CA.

Big thanks to my uncle that the bank affair was completed in an hour and I had the draft ready in my hand. Next, I realised that I had missed some crucial documents that are to be attested too – so, I went back home, collected the documents and drove scooty to Mayank’s office under the hot summer sun. On the way, I went to post office and inquired about the speed post – you see I had to post the draft, application and the documents to UK. I met the first disappointment of the day when they told me that it was not possible to deliver the post in four days. They asked me to go to GPO in Kashmiri Gate, Delhi (well, I was in East Delhi).

The second disappointment was when Mayank called and informed me that the CA has left and will not come until evening. When I reached there to collect the documents, luckily, the CA came back but was busy with a client. I waited for over twenty minutes and meanwhile, called Divya (another friend) and when she did not pick up then Yugma (friend), I asked Yugma to check the address and contact number of GPO in Kashmiri Gate.

Once, the documents were attested, I drove to Kashmiri Gate. On the way, Yugma called back and gave me the address and contact number that I asked her to text me. She texted in three minutes and I was counting every second, for it was two-thirty, already and GPO closes at three. I over sped but eventually, took a wrong cut and had to drive even faster. Ultimately, I reached the GPO at 2:50 pm to be told that they too could not deliver the post by 12^th May. They asked me to go to Indraprastha Post Office and were told that it closes around six. I was a little relaxed and after inquiring about the route, drove to ITO.

On red light, when I inquired further about the route, a policeman directed me to a wrong cut and above that, there was no U-turn. I reached Mata Sundri College and then took a U-turn. Somehow, I reached Indraprastha Post Office at 3:35pm and I was told that it closes activities at 4:00pm.

They assure me that there are ninety-nine percent chances that the post will be delivered by 12^th May via WNX system and cost will be over thousand rupees. But I had just nine hundred in my pocket and they do not accept debit cards. On asking, they told me that I could use the ATM machines in the press area, nearby.

Tired, exhausted, thirsty and hungry, I drove half a kilometre to press area and spend considerable time locating the ICICI ATM, only to find that it is under repair and will work in another twenty minutes. I did not have that much time, so I inquired and located HDFC ATM and finally got the money.

At 3:47pm, I was back in the post office. It was time to collect all the documents and put them in an envelope but I was more than horrified when they told me that they do not have any envelope and I had to arrange one for myself. When I came out and asked the watchman for envelope that he definitely did not have, he advised me to drop the idea of posting today as for buying an envelope I would have to drive another kilometre to a market. For the first time, I was considering dropping the idea and go back home but then, I had everything ready, except an envelope and the next application receipt were to be in December. The prospect of being made to lose six months motivated me to act at that moment.

I was driving again in the unbearable summer sun. As I drove, I kept an eye for any prospective shop and found a photocopy shop. I tried my luck and asked for envelope there, fortunately and very fortunately, he had it.

At 3:55pm, I was back in post office – I, finally, put all the documents, form and draft in envelope and gave it for posting. It was an accomplishment, I was happy but tired and the feeling that I had to drive back home, tired me even more.

P.S... At home, mom was more than astonished to see my state – all tanned and sweating. Above everything, in the evening, Dad told me that I could have easily posted via DHL; the person would have come home and collected the post. And I laughed on myself, for being so silly, I had read about DHL but I still did not consider using that service...

Illusion

An illusion covers my eyes at night

I close the lids and switch off the lights

The world goes dark and I drift off to sleep

The illusion dawns on me and in its depth I peep

At the passing of few snores or few breaths, perhaps

I am the part of it and in the very depth of this trap

It unveils my fear it reveals my fantasies

The virtual reflection of my thoughts it is!

It is the heavy clouds of mirth, fog and dust

In this world I can never be the worst

This world is mine and I am the creator

The director, the producer and the scriptwriter

The characters are now the puppets of my hand

Everything happens at the flick of a wand

I spread my wings and take a flight

Whatever be the case, my stance is right

I love this world but then, somewhere it ends

When I open my eyes and another day I spend

Another night a new illusion arise

In another color and with new surprise

An illusion blooms before my eyes

The moment I open them at sunrise

I belong to this world and all of us are creators

God is the one famed to be the narrator

Fooled by this illusion, I love and hate

I laugh and cry & at times I find nice people to date

I gain, I loose, I take, I give

It is for all these things I live

I strive, I achieve, I seek, I quit

Things and persons enter and exit

I grasp the things and with time I compete

There are a lot of people whom I try to beat

I envy, I swear and finally I avenge

I make friends and we together take revenge

I like, I love and finally I make relations

I spend my life nurturing and being nurtured by these relations

And at night, when I close my eyes

The curtains fall and a the dreamy illusion arise

The day’s illusion drifts away in dark

And the night’s illusion starts

Next morning, the day illusion continues

It begins with a refresh mind and new thoughts and views

One day, my eyes will ceased to shut in and out

These illusions will end, no doubt

Perhaps, a new illusion will begin

Or I will see the real things blooming…