In the Name of Terror...Mumbai!!

Good Morning, ( "good mornings" & "good nights" are not meant for Mumbai)
Now its Friday 28th November 2008 11.30 a.m. New Taj has been cleared. Old Taj is still a witness to the fight within. There are terrorists still in there with a few hostages. There are number of hostages in Oberoi Hotel. Commandos are being airdropped in the Nariman House… Mumbai, Numb to all these, too big to buckle under these, is back to its normal life. “These”, the explosions, the gun battle, the...the…new ways of tearing apart lives in fraction of seconds. Extremists are gunned down in three places as of now. But is that all? Aren’t they out there? In the near by flat, office, transports …Awaiting the “next instruction”.
Political statements, “Strict measures…Steps to curb the menace …New laws…Compensation to lost lives… Nationwide alerts“…..Aren’t we tired…Is there a single person who really thinks that he can lead a normal life in Mumbai….A normal life…Hanging on to the overcrowded buses/trains/auto rickshaws….staying in congested flats…paying exorbitant prices…..That’s a normal life…..Mumbai offers bombs, semiautomatic guns, grenades also as a part of this normal way of living here at a cost of your life…
Some heroes like Hemant ,Ashok,Vijay , NSG commandos, local police with a gun and a “transparent” bullet proof jacket , shield our lives…Before I too forget them,let me offer a salute of gratitude to the brave hearts. There has been too much talks on “Mumbai Spirit ...Sailing through all the difficult times within days”…..Its not the spirit of Mumbai…its just that people out here have to survive…they have “no other option” but to get back to the above said “normal life”….
I have the leisure of sipping black tea and typing this mail in my office computer. I belong to those unfortunate few who have to "wait for the next strike”. I am the one who gets down from home and then panic on my way to the destination (office, mall, restaraunt, and airport). I don’t know whether there exists someone, something waiting to blow or bleed me apart.
These people. I don’t know who they are or where they come from or what laws protect them. “A Wednesday “ has put Mumbai again in the international news…..Is India really aware of the collateral damage which has been done….Is not India competent enough to defend its land…. Yes…We are aware of everything…We are capable of defending our land….But we are simply just not serious!! We do want more nuclear power…more economic stability…more international say…..But more over all these…we want to live a normal life here…Please ensure that leaders!!

In love with whispering palms....

An evening rain..in my place ..Whipering Palms, mumbai....


Hymns of Whispering Palms
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Leaning on the window pane
Petite rain drops on my face ,
I gazed at scanty clouds of dark
Emanate blazing thunder strikes .

Startling orchids swing their wings
To blissful hymns of whispering palms.
Soaked with streams of heavenly showers,
Mighty sun sinks in dusky times.

Strolling through those lovely yards
Feeling drizzle of glee inside
Throbs of heart wished to play ,
To rhythmic strings of Nature’s tear.


Freezing breeze glides its way
Melting flame of candle away
I slept in shades of silent dreams
With hymns of whispering palms in mind.

Hope i could live my dream....

Waking up to the shimmering dawn
Imploring god for a day of peace
I strived again to lift my heart
To Live my dream for a day at least


Enticing themes of colorful life
Splashed across my droning times
Dreams got wide to seal my mind
I lost myself in the heap of time


Smiling faces led my way
Tag of Pretensions masked all days
Ran along, Ran ahead
Wore the tag on my run.


Pause and turn ! yelled the mind
Left behind were precious times
Sense of misery twitched my heart
Reflections of life emerged dark.


Spring comes again in life
Chimes of hope never cease
I strived again to lift my heart
To Live my dream for a day at least

Beat The Oddz

‘Excellent’ is a highly mistaken word in the contemporary world.
Excellence in any field is never an outstanding achievement
but merely a higher level of competence in comparison to
the existing segment. Many a times people of much varied talents
are entrapped in societal cocoons , compelled to stick with
a ‘safer’ option rather than pursuing a path of their taste .

I do not intend to illustrate analytical studies or comparative
measures to substantiate the point . Common observation of
the so called middle class mentality forms the basis of
my inference . There exists only a small chunk of people
who fly their way. Rest watch in awe all the ‘excellent’
achievements , but seldom attempt to carry out a deed
worth their talent.

Through this blog , an attempt to appreciate original
thoughts and brave endeavors would be made . Budding
Entrepreneurs , journalists , creative writers and anyone
who wishes to walk a different path are sure to be received
here. A word of thanks to Shriyanka and Aman for making
me start a blog. And to my bro Leo for all the suggestions.

Beating the odds is all about the strive to follow your dreams..
..Wiping away the shadow of insecurity ….Being an ingenious mind .

Beatz Of Pain

My first feeble attempt .....
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Casual glance among a swarm
Beautiful ,whispered the mind
Did the breath impede for a while
Or Was that the divine find ?

Heeding to the inner voice
Love blooms wrapped the mind
Little did the thoughts remind
Failure leads to solitude at times

Should the snow cease to fall
Charming breeze care to die
Felt like so when the truth prevailed
Listened and cried to the beats of pain.

Soothing words make comfort zones
In the midst of feeble thoughts
Pierced heart can never charm
When it weeps the Beats of Pain.