Mumbai under Seige

Its been sometime now since Mumbai went through the worst communal riots/blasts that the country had witnessed.

This had given our journalists their share of scoops,politicians their next election agenda,govt officials and social activists something to cry about.The last few months since November have been pretty agonizing.Be in newspaper reports or the live coverage of the blasts-the media has been lapping up the gory events….something that reminds one of the holocaust.And all that we have been doing is talking about it…in our drawing rooms,social gathering ,at our workplaces.

Well there are people who have been making hay…collecting donations for the ‘benefit’ of the victims or pretending to be social workers-all these have resulted in a pandemonium that is our India.She is being laid bare for the world to feast its eyes upon.In circumstances other than this,I would not have ventured to write on this topic,had I not witnessed a talk show on NDTV India.Trust me,its difficult to remain cool and collected.Go to the interiors,Godhra,Ahmendabad,Bihar…just to name a few.

The atmospehere in nauseating.Living miles away,one admittedly cannot do much but try in his/her own way to react to the anarchy,corruption and chaos.Its time me realize that our nation is entering the Danger Zone.By the time we realizing the complexity of the situation,Mumbai will still be burning.No matter which side we take,someone will be dying.And everyday the heap of bodies will be rising inch by inch.

One is not left with much choice to trash Humanity or dare to aspire for something otherwise just the way the character in ‘The Wednesday’ did.

They say,Silence is Golden..is it??

Have you ever experienced a moment in your life when you just ran out of words and you go......Silent??

Let me assist you in recalling....

...The moment when you left your home for the first time and you look back at your parents who are worried that their son/daughter are leaving them,yet happy that their child took the first leap towards independence.

...The moment when you got better marks than you expected,those numb moments of ecstacy and surprises 'is that true'?

...The moment after the HR Manager just called you and told you 'you are through'!Congrats!!!

You can go on remembering your special moments.

I had always wondered why i never said anything to myself at those moments..as if it was just understood.Happiness,Joy,pain...these feelings just flowed seaselessly in the years that passes in those flash moments.

They say,the best way to communicate is through silence.Love,joy,grief,support,non-cooperation...words unsaid.

By the way,can you imagine the importance of a silent moment in a song??
When Bryan Adams stops for a while along with the music,before he goes on again in his amazingly husky voice...please forgive me,cant stop loving you!!
Does it ring a bell??:)

But you sure are thinking those moments of self talk are the most important in our lives.Those moments when we listen to our own hearts!Those promises,those decisions.Those are the moments when we make our destiny!

So friends,next time when you go silent..listen carefully to what your heart says.Don't shut it up and go off to sleep.

Listen to that inner-voice and accept everything that it says!

Relationships

Relationships are fascinating things.They depend on little things like who calls whom more often and who remembers birthdays.Equally,they depend on big things like how much you are willing to reveal of yourself and how interested you are in the other person and his life.

That is why no two relationships can ever be the same.And perhaps thats the way it should be.Its precisely because of these little ebbs and tides (i mean squabbles) and fluctuations and intrigues we share with others that life is what it is.Thats what gives it a subtle hue and varied tones and textures.Thats the reason why these 3 little magic words...'I love you' are so hard to say,and so special when they are said.

While i sit here writing these,the sun is just beginning to go down.I can see a virtual human necklace,strung along the rocky shore of my imagination.There are all young people sitting in twos.Heads together,hands held.Lips sealed and annealed.

And i know ,you know why..............................

Pleasure in Anger...huh!

I feel sorry for those who never get angry with anyone.First,they are just too indifferent and secondly they do not let their feelings go.
Lastly,they deprive themselves of the sheer pleasure of making up afterwards.

Prayers...mystical??!!

I had my share of hurts and pains in wilderness.The stings of scorpions,the snapping of bones.Dehydration so severe that my eyes stung.But i never prayed over any of that.I always thought,if i put myself in those places...it was upto me to get out of it.God probably wasn't interested.

Prayer,i have always thought that is the thing for you saved for the last.But anytime i got to the last,there was no time for praying...and when it was over,all i could do was wonder that i was still alive.

So,i never prayed.Except once........Prayers still mystifies me.Maybe,i shouldn't save it for the last.........