You created ‘Shareholder Value’!

Kids in the industrialized quarters,

Weaving dreams of hope,

Exposed to exploitation and greed,

Can barely cope.

Carnage a generation of its budding,

Disregard what they can become in lieu,

You exude pride instead,

Coz you created shareholder value!

Air that the living breathe,

Is full of venom and filth,

The organs that function the body,

Can feel the zilch.

Industries that barren the world,

And devour the gifts of nature,

Get the honour as contributors of future,

Coz you created shareholder value!

Rations that satiate hunger,

Has longed for an entity that nature produced,

What has been in the stock instead,

Is what the tongue has been manoeuvred to suit.

Companies that cared for the well being,

Made consumption what was never desired,

But they met demands of the hungry,

And they created shareholder value!

War - That no one Owns

No diffidence in power hunger;

No reluctance in slaughter;

No craving for humility;

No guilt even by falter.

The lives that are suffering;

The minds that are haunted;

The youth that is vanishing;

The spirits that are daunted.

No compassion in the eyes;

No tears trickle down;

No benevolence in the heart;

No responsibility I own.

The air breathes venom;

And so does the sand;

Why have we taken to war;

In awe of the land.

The Ranges

I look upto you
My body torn
You stand still with all might
You reflect the shine adorn

I pass through you
On narrow lanes
Arid and deserted
I love your plains

I climb on you
With breathless aim
You teach me hard
No gain without pains

When I see you eye to eye
I get immersed in snow cap white
I close my eyes and tell myself
It is all worthwhile!

Kaminey!

This motion picture “came-in-a” time, when diversity in Indian cinema is being explored.

Some say, with movies like “Kaminey”, we are moving away from our originality, the melodramatic movies that gave you oodles of emotions to puke. Some say, “Kaminey” seems as a synthesized version of few Hollywood flicks put together, well! Some say “Kaminey” is an attempt to add more cuisines to your palette.

I think “Kaminey” has the story that you can believe, has a few metaphorical scenes extremely well shot and excellent timing. A must Watch!

The Insignificant 'I'

Amidst soaked milieu I float,
Guarded by thick pelt,
The next jiffy I breathe free air
I be cynosure, I felt.

Whining and singing rhymes
I trespassed abandoned shire,
Looking through translucent goblet
I be noticeable, I aspire.

Battling marathon chase and aversion
I dreamt zillion flags on crest,
Handful feathers in my cap, at hindsight
I be Invincible, I zest.

Absorbing the whiff, Earth excretes
I am levelled dust to dust,
In the unscathed axis they all rotate,
I be Insignificant, I must

Opine or just Whine!

Few futile expressions:

"I Know."
"It's Bad. I mean it's Horrible."
"So Cute."
"What are they doing?? Why can't they just play properly?"
"I think, I think we really need to change the system."
"How can they do this? This is Insane."
"Very Funny!"
"How Mean!"
"Whatever."

Natter with Almighty!

Rex Theatre, Bangalore, showing "Monsoon Wedding". In her palms lay, Balcony tickets for Rs 55 for two. Engrossed in the conversation about the Big Bang theory and constellations, she gulped down 2 cans of Red Bull and savoured chicken puff from Nilgiris cafe. "Do you belive in God?", she uttered anxiously. "No, there is no God. God is a mere imagination created holistically for the society. It is created to comfort oneself at insecured times. It is our nature to term the unexplained as God. This was done when the solar system was beyond anyone's imagination and the stars, sun and the moon were worshipped. It's well depicted in the movie 'God must be crazy' where a tribe starts worshipping a bottle because its attribute or knowhow was uncomprehensible to them. If there is God, it's anything alien that is awaiting to be embrace fame."

Gypsy's car on any random day had permanent 3 passengers. Sipping on used and abused petrol, when the car passed by Kemp Fort, a shopping mall that protects the magnanimous Shiv temple from air and noise pollution, Gypsy jumped in excitement wondering when did that temple come up. She had started pondering about what could have been there behind Kemp Fort before the temple was erected. She asked, "Would you guys really pray in a temple if you knew that before it was built, it was used as a garbage dumping ground?". "Hell No. I don't pray anyways.", gypsy replied in no time. After giving it a thought Gymo said, "It's worth thinking about. Actually we do not know what is the past of any location that holds base for reknown temples before their existence. The famous ones have some history but we have so many temples that it's impossible to know what it's precendence actually is. I know one thing for sure; because we replanned our new house I pray where my bathroom would have actually been according to the previous plan. It's psyching."

She, devoid of any friends, drove down to Jumbo Point, a piece of land adjacent to a runway in Bangalore Airport, on a pale sunday listening to Nitin Sahwney. She was lonely and dazed. She was thinking about God. On her way, she crossed a few huts where she saw idols of Lord Ganesha being carved. It was being done at the backyard of their houses. She kept thinking about when would HE, the lord himself enter the idol. Will he get trapped in it? Will he enter all the idols being carved all over the world? Does he need a face that he identifies with? He is God. He is omnipresent and omnipotent. There is only one God and rest are all his depiction. Then why do we go to temples to pray to worship different illustrations of HIM? Sometimes, don't the different depictions clash? Then she noticed a few abandoned idols because they were probably not carved appropriately and didn't sell. So will HE not bless them with his presence? It's hard to answer so many questions when you are alone.

She was gasping for breath and longing for water. She had covered 6 km of the 9 km climb from tirupati to tirumala. She was going to one of the most holy places in India. The group called for some rest. Rejuvenated with energy drinks, they marched on. As soon as they reached, people approached them selling tickets shouting in tandem, "200, 500, 1000, 2000, 10000". The amount of time one could spend experiencing God was based on the amount of money one could pay. Does God know about this? If HE did would he let this happen? Would he make himself more accessible to a flourishing fraternity? God treats everyone equally. Because they hadn't bought any ticket and decided to join the queue without it, they got a glimpse of HIM for nano nanoseconds. They were pushed and shooed away because the faith wasn't backed by enough money.

There was utter chaos in the house. Everyone was worried about her uncle wondering how will he be able to climb all the way to Amarnath. The chaotic poll was to decide who would accompany him. Her uncle was ready to walk barefeet and even bow at every step en voyage. If anyone saw the passion in his eyes for HIM, you would know that there is nothing stopping him. She questioned him if God would reward him more if he made himself suffer more while reaching HIM. HE has never told us that he would be there for us more if we would make ourself suffer more. Why do people do it then? Would I be considered less faithful because I haven't walked barefeet to HIS temple? She thought it was sadistic to think about God like that.

She smiled while doing her daily prayers in the bathroom without an idol imagining HIS visage for the day. HE had no form!!