The beginning of an end

Interesting time is upon us. Jugglery of statistics obfuscates the line leading to the dusty cremation grounds outside the villages. One more farmer’s death or handful soldiers' sacrifices are not the point. What is, is the fact that we are growing at a stupendous rate beyond 7 percent. A beacon of stability we have become in the inhospitable economic landscape. Damn right. We have finally arrived. So what if a helpless in the custody of law is thrashed in court? After all, someone has to stand up for nationalism.

And what the hell is my problem? It is them, who are now getting the rough end of the stick, so richly deserve. After all, all these years they have only been appeased, right? Damn right.

Boom boom, goes the communists. Boom, there go the minority, booom bloody intellectuals, booooom …. Now who? queers? Boooooooom ……. Is it the Non-vegetarians? Not so bad. Boooom now …?

It wont boooom soon enough, but the whimper will only spell my end? Right?

Wrong!!!!

It will be your end too. 

#moveon

The days glide, one by one..soon crawls weeks and months and life, seasoned with downpours and dreariness, benevolence and malevolence goes forth. With each new day, sun glimmers and sometimes hides between the cloud curtains and we are made to carry the weight of the log of life with smiles and most often without wearing one. A pale languid eye shadow fluttering the eyelids like some moths in daylight caught unaware does the covering act.

Death shudders us all..there are but some we thank for,the others untimely, haunt us.

That believe 'we shall meet again' unambiguously lets us pull through the destined journey till we disembark. The journey will be long...it'll be tedious. We'll crack up with some, leave a corporate smile with few others.

And then 'life goes on' becomes our mantra after a long.. sigh of breath.


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To death, this year'2016, be not

Reeling under the debris of too many losses is not one of the most invigorating things in life.  And if that happens to be understood as the losses of human lives, it pains. Pains and they aren't visible or to their cruel best do not bleed anyone to death dizzying under.

From legends to very common man one must have either looked up to or have loved, admired,interacted with are one over the other catching their last buses. And yes, at times one is not getting enough room even to mourn their departure. Just a moment later another death smuggles the leftover breath.

It has gotten maddening out there, in the real life.

There is this inexplicable fear all the time. Fear of losing someone held upclose. And this does not happen overnight. It has built up over a short span of time.

This day i woke up only to brace up to face life, say hello to it before i too become a soon- to- be- forgotten mass. Nothing is absolute. Each of us go and will. No half-witted ifs and buts make way. The real game starts with those left behind to play around. Some holding on to the believe they could be immortals, some singing, "till our turn comes".

I guess sooner or later we end up figuring out where we fit in.

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