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Tuesday, 9 April 2013

That Sleepless Night- A Short Story..!!



There was something unusual about that night. That night longed more than the usual nights. After all, that night made him an insomniac. He was unable to sleep,“sleeping” which was the thing he always self-proclaimed to be the best at..!!  He changed sides just to check if they were a problem, logged into his face book account to see the girls he, otherwise, enjoyed stalking, listened to his favourite playlist which normally played anesthesia, started reading the novel he had borrowed from his friend, but all hell. He left no bit in trying things from no-thing to some-thing to every-thing.
 Yet he was wake, all awake. He was actually standing in an absolute silence just to get connected to his conscience. A meek voice was coming to his ears but inaudible. These blur voices made him more restless.Frustrated, he decided to wait, to wait for the sleep. However, tears rolling down his cheek and the continuous yawns came no late. Neither did he waste any second in realising that he was “Sleepy”now. Delighted, he was..!! For, the mission of the night was achieved. He checked his cell to exclaim”HHiiiit...!!!Heck!!!..What Wrap..!!”
It was his waking time..!!
He knew he had to dress himself up. He rather did it in no time.Having checked his bag packs, he started moving out of his house,  to move to the place he had long been waiting for. Balancing the two bags on both his shoulders, trying to maintain the pace of the trolley and his injured leg, he had started moving.
All this while, he was seen smiling. He was actually moving to the beats of the song he had been listening, and kept walking. He was stopped and waved by many a people who saw him ,however, nobody got any responses.  He was seen walking on the road, preferably,called, The Infinity Road, by his friends, for, it seemed a never-ending road.
His friend, Aniket, who wakes up every early morning for jogging saw him disappear on that ‘’Infinity road..!!‘ And all this while, this gentle man, kept on moving. He had moved past the bus stand, he was intended to go, all lost in his own world. It was only the cranky horn of a bus which made him coming back to his senses again.  Got into the right bus, having ear phones plugged into his ears, he had closed his eyes and sneaked into sleep while still wondering and lingering on what made him sleepless the last night..??  That smile on his face, that the bus conductor wanted to capture in his cell phone..!!  The innocence of his tiring sleep, the carefree and the composure on his face spoke a lot. The feeling of contentment was free-flowing and genteel, withheld an insouciant look of the gentleman, and had a docile smell in the air as if saying to everybody, "You can't know it until you live it"..!! 

Love,
Utk..!! 

Wednesday, 20 March 2013

Sacrifice..!!


It all started with a battle,
Lucky in the battle of sperms…
Lucky among the fellow Egg-mates…
They say, “Survival of the fittest”…
He believed… “Luckiest among the fittest”…
Got matured and yet realising…
He was here for the sacrifice..!!
How I wish I could be him..!!
I saw him frightened…
I saw the futile trials to escape…
To escape from the bilious hands…
To abscond to a new selfless world…
And then he realises…
He was here for the sacrifice..!!
That stroke numbed him…
I saw the heart beat stopping…
Feathers flapping…silence around…
Skinned out, crumbled and dispatched…
Losing the luck…Losing the life..!!
 Happy in the end..!!
How I wish I could be him..!!
Being part of someone’s happiness…
Sacrificing life… and yet happy…
For the mission of life is completed…
So selfless did god make you..!!
 In such a selfish world...
How I wish I could be you…
How I wish I could be contended…
Seeing the end…and yet realising…
I was here for this...The Sacrifice..!!
How I wish...
How I wish.. I could be him..!!

Love, 
Utk..!!



Thursday, 14 March 2013

Life- as I see

On the first day, 
God created the dog and said, 
"Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years."

The dog said, 
"That's a long time to be barking.. How about only ten years and I'll give you back the other ten?"
So God agreed......
On the second day, 
God created the monkey and said, "Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span."
The monkey said, 
"Monkey tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty long time to perform. How about I give you back ten like the dog did?"
And God agreed......
On the third day, 
God created the cow and said, 
"You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer's family. For this, I will give you a life span of sixty years."

The cow said, 
"That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years. How about twenty and I'll give back the other forty?"

And God agreed again......

On the fourth day, 
God created humans and said, 
"Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life. For this, I'll give you twenty years."

But the human said, 
"Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?"

"Okay," said God. 
"You asked for it."

So that is why for our first twenty years, we eat, sleep, play and enjoy ourselves. For the next forty years, we slave in the sun to support our family.. For the next ten years, we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren. And for the last ten years, we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone.

Life has now been explained to you.

Love,
Utk..!!

Tuesday, 12 March 2013

We- THE MANGO PEOPLE(Aam Aadmi)


Not many days have passed when Mr Vadra hit the news headlines again. No, not with the scams this time..but with his twitter followings..and the tweet: “Mango People in Banana Republic”.  This tweet was one of its own kinds. The short tweet of 32 characters (much beyond the twitter’s 140 characters limitations) was a missile and is indeed the perfect summary, if you write about the common man of the World’s largest democracy, India..!!
I don’t know whether I should be happy or unhappy for being the one among the several Mango people in the country..?? But, hell yes, I am a part of it.
I am one among the common crowd of the common people who still thinks he is powerful because he has the power to vote. I am the one who thinks the opposition party in the running government would be a successful and the worthy ruling party in the next session. I am the one who still hesitates to go to the police station to seek help or to inform about some lame thing happening. I am the one who still believes getting things done from the government offices mean bribing the juniors/helpers. I am one among that mango crowd who feels paying bucks for passport verification to police comes under a regulated scheme of passport making. I am one among the people who thinks travelling in public transport may be the last tour, I do. I am one among the several mangoes who still refers BIHAR as LALU YADAV’s Dynasty, MUMBAI as BOLLYWOOD City, GUJARAT as RIOT CITY and DELHI as RAPE CITY. I am the one among the several people who thinks “Saving taxes means adding to the property”. I belong to that group of common people who think fundamental rights can easily be accessed and the one who doesn't give fundamental duties a damn..!! I am one among the crowd who barks “Incredible India” but end up being a mere spectator of the heinous rape incidents, followed by being a member of the candle march done in order to protest. I am one among that crowd who believes the great news reporters charging allegations on the people fighting against the corruption, a news channel headed by the Murderers..!!  I am one among the several people who believes Kasab was really hanged. I am one among the crowd standing behind the doors of the celebrities and declare day a successful just because I met him. I am the one from that crowd who listens to all the politics on the tea-stall and decide the future of the country with a cigarette in my hand. I am one from the crowd who thinks we have right to discuss about Sachin’s retirement. I am the one who can prove to be a good coach if given a chance because I can surely teach as how to bowl and how should the fielders be set and practised. I am the one who thinks reservation is worthless, but then stand for it near the Parliament. I am the one who thinks strike is the best remedy to any problems in the country and that the government really pays heed to it. I am the one who still prepares for IAS exams and dreams to change the country’s future, but end up demanding cashes, when people come for help. I am also one among the several people following Asharam Bapu and believing that calling the rapists, BHAIYA can save girls from being raped. Eventually I am also one among the several people enjoying Arnab Goswami’s bash to the President’s son, Abhijit Mukherjee, for calling “dented and painted women vulnerable to being raped.” I am one among crowd of several renowned institutions of the country; say IITs and IIMS, who believe India a place not worthy to live in. I am one from the group of people against the hating speech of Mr Owaisi, but could otherwise fight in favour of Hindus, Muslims, and Christians, if a riot occurs.

Lastly, to conclude, I am one from the group of that Mango people who has answer to every questions and the one who ends up every time saying, “I am a common man. What can I do..??”
So, Mr Robert the nation’s son-in-law Vadra (his full name), what I say is; you are right. Yes, we are mango people.

Of course with no offence,
Love,
Utk..!!

I am a girl. Does this mean I should be raped..??

Rape, a heinous crime, (well who doesn’t know it), makes me ask just a few thousand questions. What is the motive behind a rape?? What does the culprit get out of the barbaric act?? What is a psychology of a rapist?? Is it a power play?? Is it a way to vent out frustration and anger?? Asserting control and dominance over a physically weaker being, what has 'he, a man' been trying to prove over years?? What is a rapist's childhood like?? What was the role of a woman in his life?? How was/is his wife, sister, daughter like? Did he hate women since his growing years so much that he tried to take revenge on them through raping every other woman?? What triggers committing of a rape?? And many more….. All I understand is that it is the weak and the insecure who tries to dominate and hungers for power. It is the weak who is not at peace. So, how can this weaker being suppress an actually strong person who has no ill-intentions?? There is certainly no pleasure in something like rape. Unless your partner is happy how can you derive happiness or pleasure out of that physical intimacy?? Can rehabilitation help these mentally sick beings?? Can getting them spiritually-inclined help them?? Can any baba, guru or God help them transform?? Have these rapists ever said a prayer?? Can these animals be transformed into being human?? Can this humiliating behaviour on their part be pardoned?? Why do we not punish them twice as brutally so as to set the right example?? 'Kshama’ or excusing them is a crime. Letting them roam freely is a crime, which brings as much disgust as the crime itself. I was in college when I first heard the word 'mindfuck'. I understand the meaning of it today. Every evening when your concerned parents ask you to get back home before dark, you know it's a mindfuck. You retaliate but you know they are right. You curse being born in a country which is hypocrite about respecting women. Every time you walk on the street, you have to be alert of who's walking next to you, behind you, ahead of you, what if a car stops and pulls you in it, what if someone brushes past you inappropriately in a crowded public transport, what if, what if, what if….. Now that 'what if' day in and day out is a mindfuck. This morning I was travelling in the women's compartment of the metro like any other day. A handbag of a woman standing right behind me touched me. I almost turned back in fury. Such was the degree of my scare and insecurity. A handbag of a woman in the women's compartment of a metro scared me. Un believable?? No. This is the kind of fright women of this country live in. Courtesy: The great rapist clan of India. Under the nose of seat of power such acts are committed and what will the AAM AADMI (Mango people, as he says- yes, the National son in law- Mr Vadra) do?? Candle light marches?? Ask 'Am I just a body'?? Some mighty politicians ask for hanging the accused in 30 days. Why 30 days?? This can't be tolerated for even 30 minutes. Why are the police allowing these rapists to cover their faces? Unmask them, demands India. I don't want a fast track courts but public hanging of such………s(exactly), and I run out of words to define them. They outrage the modesty and see this Delhi Incident..!! Are we still going to swallow this silently?? If they can't be handled by law then, animal laws must apply to these rapists. There should be fear in their mind before doing it. Why pray for the girl?? Why should she survive?? Do we even know how to treat a girl who has faced what only she has?? And, you know what is funny..!! Some movie director will cash on the tragedy. What a shame!! She is courageous to wish for life and urging 'save me, I want to live'. 'This' is the strength of a woman only if some pseudo-men of this country would have a realisation. What was her fault?? She wasn't dressed inappropriately, she didn't invite attention, she was not drinking in a pub (as most hypocrites think doing these things mean an open invitation..”RAPE ME. I am here and like this for being RAPED”), she only wanted to get home to her family. Is that a crime??? I wonder if there is actually a God, if prayers mean anything at all. I wonder why we worship 'Shakti'. Faith and hope are losing their meaning. Humanity is long lost too. Not proud, but ashamed to be an Indian today. My brain harps on Amitabh's dialogue from 'Sarkar'..” soch ko maaro.” Yes, kill the thought. The thought of rape needs to be killed. Mind you…!!!! It’s not about the time of the day or night. While curiosity is one of the major reasons why rapes happen, 'I can get away with it' attitude is another major factor that leads to the disgusting attempt of rape, I suppose. I remember my mother telling me 'don't smile or laugh on the road' when we shared a joke. She said it attracts attention and thus, you must not show your happiness. As a young girl I thought what is this world I live in? A world where being happy is a crime. I wore suits to my dance classes and my mother would not let me step out if my “dupatta”was wrapped around my neck. I could not believe that there were rules to wearing a simple Salwar Kameez, all thanks to Indian men.
 • Here are the 3 reasons why men rape: 'I can get away with it' attitude, the weak judicial system and us, the society who sits pretty not making noise when these culprits are pardoned by the system. We are as powerful as any government in power. We are the people: the voice of the country; they are because of us not us, because of them.
• The way we bring up a male child in our society. Parents and schools are at fault for not teaching men how to cook and clean just as women, for telling them that there is a difference between a man and woman and their duties and responsibilities are different. When your father does not treat your mother right, speak up. When a brother does not treat his sister right, speak up. When a boyfriend does not treat his girlfriend right, speak up.
• Hunger for power over the weaker: this is only human nature. Everyone from Akbar to the Alexander loved power, so do these rapists. If you truly wish to experience power, exercise power over your 'Indriyaan' or exercise self-control. Only weak try and control others, the strong exercises self-control. There is still a lot to talk about RAPE. Alas...Not worth the effort..!!! I have still not talked about the victim. What about her life, her dreams, her future and her experiences..?? Oh, I am scared to imagine that..!! May it never happen to any girl..!! Hope Indian men understand this..!!

 Love,
 Utk..

Meri Maa- The Mother


Mother, who gave us her heart... her very soul,
Mother, who's understanding never wavered, 
Mother, the one who dried our tears, 
Mother, she leads us to the path of Her Love, 
Mother, who washed our cloths and cleaned the house, 
Mother, who instilled confidence in her children, 
Mother, who walked us to school,
Mother, who loved us like no other, 
Mother, who quelled the anger within us, 
Mother, who drove us to all our practices, 
Mother, who never forgot our special occasions,  
Mother, who always supported our father, 
Mother, who scrimps and saved for our daily needs. 
Mother, who is always the last to eat,
Mother, who was always the first to rise. 
Mother, who cares for the animals, 
Mother, a love that know no limits,
Mother, who doesn’t let her family know her pain,
Mother, who forever places her family, before herself,
Mother, who is  grateful, for every passing acknowledgement,
Mother, whose eyes shines, when she hears the words, 
Mother, who always see the good in us,
Mother, who always teaches us to never, never, give up,
Mother, who instils in us, to be better,
Mother, who makes us believe, we could accomplish anything,
Oh..Mother, mother...mother, you are like no other…!!

Love, 
Utk..

Aspects of Life..


“And I have to say it now, It’s been a good life in all..
It’s really fine to have a chance to hang around..
And lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire..
And talk of poems and prayers and promises..
And the things we believe in..
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care!
How long it's been since yesterday, and what about tomorrow?
And what about our dreams and all the memories we share
The days they pass so quickly now...Nights are seldom long
And time around me whispers when it's cold
The changes somehow frighten me still I have to smile
It turns me on to think of growing old, for though my life's been good to me
There's still so much to do"

Love, 
Utk..