Thursday, October 23, 2014

To be with the unliving

I wish to walk in a cemetery..be with the unliving ..pour myself into them . for i think they'll realize.. they'll understand this magnificent nothing.. my sparkling darkness and this fear..this fear which bulges beyond the bounds of my trembling mind..

I think, but well in fact, I know they will hear about my condition and nod their heads.. One of them will say i felt that too... There'll be a murmur when I'll start talking about this unbearable emptiness.. This craving.. this immense lightness...which has me floating aimlessly - like air, but air still has direction

For one moment i die, the other moment i wish i was dead. For my death did not kill me..

And so i walk into my cemetery tonight.. Looking for friends.. Looking for a life, staring into the beyond and there after







Hdk

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Few good men !!

In defense of a few good men.

Moments ago, I finished reading an extensively descriptive article about 2 different women of this country. One experimenting, the other, being experimented on. The former is on a quest of dating 50 men and the latter on the whims of a distrustful father is opting for an arranged marriage.
I have heard, read and spoken about innumerable such stories looking at the way things are and could be, however, from the perspective of a woman. Surprisingly, I haven`t come across a single male-centric article on the issue. So I wondered and asked around other fellow gentlemen why, the answers I got were
  • ·         We are men, we watch football and drink beer (I`d personally prefer whisky and when the woman on me awakens she asks for espresso vodka – (not being sexist))
  • ·         I don`t understand what you are talking about – is this got to do with the new playboy edition
  • ·         If I do write about something like this, a feminist will take a single line out of context and screw my life and probably my writing career – they are too touchy about it (rightly so) – but it is hard to write it in a politically correct way – that we do CARE – at least some of us do

             I take up the mantle, not more than 5 people are gonna read this, but well, I have to write.
             Having spoken to and being in the community of men, I have heard disappointing, blood-boiling, funny, fresh, down-right dumb etc tales on what women are for men, and the broader issue of marriage (the licence to have sex). (Right now, I think, a marriage, is an idea who`s time has gone, we need to move on and as a civilization look for something beyond – never mind about that now)

 But let me tell you, there is an increase in these new breed of men, who think and want to move beyond definition – but are fearful at the backlash of the community, at the stereotype we men are supposed to follow and to add not many women are accommodating that. Personally, I just know handfuls who acknowledge it.
What stereotype? the one with man who`s got a swim-suit body and who`s just out of the gym, the raw bull, the beer guzzling – yelling out loud, unaccommodating yet chivalrous, the smart yet cute, the workman who fixes mechanical instruments (magically) and to top it all knows all that is to know about a computer hardware/software/patches/programs/tools everything – you the get the idea. And the one I personally hate – is the idea of a man who constantly has to sing and dance and crack jokes just to let the woman not be bored. So here`s to all those men – who do all this, not out of heart – but just to “fit in” –

“Get a life !!”

We are not born as your play toys, we are not nothing if we do not have a fat bank balance, we are not as Tyler puts it right – the all singing all dancing crap of this world, if we admire how beautiful you look – don’t hate us, if we ask you out – don`t call us perverts, if we read and have fat bellys don`t call us undesirable or shabby.

Indian men socially, are as fucked up as women – just because they have to :
  • ·         Study hard, get good grades so they are deemed intelligent
  • ·         + get a fat bank account, keep looking decent, belly tucked in -  to marry a girl (the thot disgusts me)
  • ·         Fight/compete with I don`t know – a billion other men to get a good job to accomplish all this
  • ·         Get a house for themselves (look at the real estate prices) and then plan to settle down (and die)
  • Let me tell you, its not easy being a man in this country, and to be a good man its increasingly difficult and improbable. I`m not saying have pity on us, nor am I saying we`re more anguished than you women. All I’m saying is we are almost as screwed up as you, we hate all the dogma`s that tie both the man and the woman down and we have to live up to the shallow ideals just like you women do

So don`t hate us, don`t hate the guy who just looked at you and smiled, smile back at him and make his day for what it`s worth.  

The time to wake up from this sordid dream, I believe has come. To be unbound, unchained and to pursue, chase, follow, run, swim – to do and be impulsive at every passing second, be it man, woman, child.

The idea is to be, just, be.

He for she for as much as she for he.

**I`d want to be a woman in the next run, just to see how things turn out.
Enough said.

hdk

PS:



THE APOLOGY

Having said all that above, to add to it – I apologize.

  • I apologize for that piece of shit who made you think twice before wearing that beautiful dress
  • I apologize for the men who don`t make you feel safe on the roads
  •  I apologize for men who look at you the wrong way
  • I apologize for men who say "she has good boobs, i`ll marry her !!" , when they say they want to marry just to have a licence to have sex
  •  Not being the white knight – but those are due to`s for which this note saw the light of day, else i`d be reading Kafka –  so I hate them as much as you do.




Monday, October 6, 2014

How long

I breathed out..

These months..these years..breathing in..in ..

deeply..
gulping..

minute by minute..choking..
gulping again..
down the throat..

slowly ..
accumulating..
piling up..

a sense of dismay..
a scene of destruction..
a groan of pain..
but still breathing in..

no - no - no -
yes..
breathe in -
the waters to be turned off - or risk the damn bursting out..

but who controls the rain..
it keeps building..
a beast chained..scarred..

the madness in his eyes.. Aaaarggghhhh...

a structure - beaten - demolished - by the powerful - the iron ball crashing - the structure still standing ...

How long

Hdk


Saturday, October 4, 2014

Disgrace

The mad man crouches,
Burns,
Yearns,
debouches,

 has no shelter,
running helter skelter,

the world around him
 doesnot, get their banter,

scared he is.. being out in the open..
the people around - surround,
my shell reopen,

hides his face,
with palms, efface..

call`s himself..
disgrace
deface..

Disgraced..
Defaced.



Escaped.

hdk

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

To dream a dream

Then came a dream he loved, he wished he lived it – he drowned in it – as a calming melody hit him, he let himself loose in the harmony of the things surrounding him

Folks said he died in his sleep whence he had but found what he was looking for – the eyes finally saw what they longed – all their lifetime. Ages had passed, and when the gleam was flickering and aiming for a final flutter – came this wonderful sight. He tried to clasp a hand around it, like time it scattered. 

Tried to keep his feet firm, like quicksand it gulped – nudged him in. Tried to take one last look, like love – it left him.


There came a final sigh, a final aah – and to dream a dream he died.

Hdk


Knowledge is Eternity .