Dedicated to one sided lovers..they loose in love but they win in friendship.
The Dream Weaver
He wakes up from a dream,
Trying to get up and join the stream.
The stream boasts of strong currents,
The one in which many set sail.
Each with their own purpose to make it through,
Try to gain as much from the wind on offer.
But the wind alone won’t budge the great but insignificant a dream.
Though they float with ambitions second to none,
Still have to have a stitch which will make them closer to the one.
The Dream Weaver is the one just like any other,
Having the knack to help even in the harshest weather.
Seems strange why he should intervene,
But then he is the only one who has the future seen.
He perceives their fate not from a crystal maze,
But with an eye of a lover with his gauche ways.
He weaves on their cloth embroidered with care,
Makes their cloth rich even if he has to expenses bear.
Weaving for him isn’t devoid of pains,
Makes him struggle, with nothing much to gain.
Stitching their robes makes his eyes wet,
Still has to weave-for whom?, a question crept
Friday, January 23, 2009
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
"Faith of terrorists"
'Terrorism', seems to be a word with a lot of 'r' for a common man.. Refer it to a person who has gone through this ordeal. I am sure you would feel the depth of pain that word has brought to them. It would be nothing short of onomatopoeic for them.
After the recent terror strikes in Mumbai the word has gained a different dimension. Retaining its sedistic pain the word has updated it's reach by including shallowness of human thinking, which it has conquered with the venom of hardcore religious patronage. Embracing youths who have lost their sight, promising them vision of God and in the mean time transforming them into monsters who thrive with the intention to die for their lord. Terror treats each of its enemy with brutality and vice and offers no remorse to people who have already consumed it, killing them either instantly or with a postponement that lasts an eternity.
Young lads not even in their teens get engulfed in an air which once consumed makes them breathe out flames of other persons brainchild, forcing them to take on an enemy who is branded as ' the epicentre of their miseries'. Revenge is a kind of a wild justice. It has no advocates to come up with reason.It gives terorists authority to judge an innocent man guilty without even trying him for any offence done, by him or his community. The law of terror so powerful, it can distinguish a guilty from an innocent. Here innocent word dosent hold relevance. It is either a word describing a person who has escaped or was saved by a commmando as was seen in Mumbai.
So the guilty should be grateful to a terrorist, because he has been blessed by the bullets which have the puprose written by the almighty. Though the point to be noted here is that there are two variables in this context, the terrorist and his bullets. Both are short in number. A terrorist can be killed by a commando, his bullets mught miss the targets. So the guilty should be grateful to the justice of the terrorist, as his was the case where both the variables were sucessful.
To conclude I want to share a thought. Suppose the ywo variables, the terrorist and his bullets had missed the guilty, wouldn't the justice of God be questioned. How can God discriminate between people. This proves that this entire crusade which the terrorists call 'Jihad' is illfounded and shallow.
After the recent terror strikes in Mumbai the word has gained a different dimension. Retaining its sedistic pain the word has updated it's reach by including shallowness of human thinking, which it has conquered with the venom of hardcore religious patronage. Embracing youths who have lost their sight, promising them vision of God and in the mean time transforming them into monsters who thrive with the intention to die for their lord. Terror treats each of its enemy with brutality and vice and offers no remorse to people who have already consumed it, killing them either instantly or with a postponement that lasts an eternity.
Young lads not even in their teens get engulfed in an air which once consumed makes them breathe out flames of other persons brainchild, forcing them to take on an enemy who is branded as ' the epicentre of their miseries'. Revenge is a kind of a wild justice. It has no advocates to come up with reason.It gives terorists authority to judge an innocent man guilty without even trying him for any offence done, by him or his community. The law of terror so powerful, it can distinguish a guilty from an innocent. Here innocent word dosent hold relevance. It is either a word describing a person who has escaped or was saved by a commmando as was seen in Mumbai.
So the guilty should be grateful to a terrorist, because he has been blessed by the bullets which have the puprose written by the almighty. Though the point to be noted here is that there are two variables in this context, the terrorist and his bullets. Both are short in number. A terrorist can be killed by a commando, his bullets mught miss the targets. So the guilty should be grateful to the justice of the terrorist, as his was the case where both the variables were sucessful.
To conclude I want to share a thought. Suppose the ywo variables, the terrorist and his bullets had missed the guilty, wouldn't the justice of God be questioned. How can God discriminate between people. This proves that this entire crusade which the terrorists call 'Jihad' is illfounded and shallow.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Dead Man's chest
Dead Man’s Chest
Arr! Roared the captain to his crew,
Prepare for a voyage and let me through,
From this place where no riches grew.
Raise the anchor, set the sails,
For there is a chest awaiting our claims.
Aye! Said the pirates to their chief,
Dreamed of glory but were only thieves.
After the order they began to think,
How on earth will their fortunes kink.
Pirates they were so there was little sense,
Each made plans which were truly non sense.
The captain fuming entered the scene.
Booted them and made them deck clean.
Arr! Roared he, and pressed his trigger,
Made them aware of his stature and vigor.
Calming his nerves he asked them to surrender,
All their greed and reduce their blunders.
But the pirates least in a mood to capitulate,
Priggishly planed to claim the chest for self palate.
The dead man’s chest claimed a tail,
Was buried in an island where human’s fail.
But knowingly the captain kept his mum,
Wanting to test the loyalty of some.
Destination reached he ordered his men,
“Search for a key and return before day end.”
So all the pirates began their quest,
Found it taxing , but did their best.
Amazingly each one of them got a key,
Which they held and roamed free.
They searched and searched and forgot the clock,
Greedily in search of the mystique lock.
As day turned to night,
All of them continued with shiver and fright.
Coolly the captain relaxed in a chair,
Read the tale with rum for his care.
The tale had warned against night and dark,
Filled with creatures that would roar and bark.
Next day the captain lowered his boat,
Reached the shore and read a quote.
“The one who refrains from greed and gives his best,
is the one who claims the dead man’s chest”
---Rahul Salian
Arr! Roared the captain to his crew,
Prepare for a voyage and let me through,
From this place where no riches grew.
Raise the anchor, set the sails,
For there is a chest awaiting our claims.
Aye! Said the pirates to their chief,
Dreamed of glory but were only thieves.
After the order they began to think,
How on earth will their fortunes kink.
Pirates they were so there was little sense,
Each made plans which were truly non sense.
The captain fuming entered the scene.
Booted them and made them deck clean.
Arr! Roared he, and pressed his trigger,
Made them aware of his stature and vigor.
Calming his nerves he asked them to surrender,
All their greed and reduce their blunders.
But the pirates least in a mood to capitulate,
Priggishly planed to claim the chest for self palate.
The dead man’s chest claimed a tail,
Was buried in an island where human’s fail.
But knowingly the captain kept his mum,
Wanting to test the loyalty of some.
Destination reached he ordered his men,
“Search for a key and return before day end.”
So all the pirates began their quest,
Found it taxing , but did their best.
Amazingly each one of them got a key,
Which they held and roamed free.
They searched and searched and forgot the clock,
Greedily in search of the mystique lock.
As day turned to night,
All of them continued with shiver and fright.
Coolly the captain relaxed in a chair,
Read the tale with rum for his care.
The tale had warned against night and dark,
Filled with creatures that would roar and bark.
Next day the captain lowered his boat,
Reached the shore and read a quote.
“The one who refrains from greed and gives his best,
is the one who claims the dead man’s chest”
---Rahul Salian
Monday, November 12, 2007
OM SHANTI OM REVIEW
Om Shanti Om
Om Shanti Om has done just about everything to deceive each and every novice who would like to make a prognosis about what the flick has install for the entertainment loving public in our country as well as overseas. Well to start off the movie showcases an exhibition like dance sequence picked up from Karz, starring off course, Rishi Kapoor aka Chintu. SRK less the six packs imagines himself as Rishi Kapoor and from there on starts a ride where he happens to meet Shanti a well known actress whom he fantasizes and hopes to meet. Talking about Deepika, the newcomer (at least that is what SRK and Farah Khan wants’ us to believe) makes an ethereal entry, scintillating the silver screen with her goddess like mannerisms. The fist half is mind boggling with a right mix of laughter, drama, ethos and emotion which have become quite synonyms with Farah Khan.
The dance sequence involving Deepika and our yesteryear veteran actors is bewildering and if that wasn’t enough SRK also joins in the fun. Shreyas Talpade plays second fiddle, but only to SRK, as he supports SRK with his acting skills and precise dialogue delivery. The first half ends with the death of both leads thanks to the newest bad boy in town Mr. Arjun Rampal, who shows a us his never before seen skill – acting.
Second half makes us even more glued to our seats thanks to SRK’s re-incarnation as a Bollywood superstar Om Kapoor who throws starry tantrums, but surprisingly maintains a good soul. But that is not the end to new Om’s character as he makes sure all are entertained by his bare all item number. A song in which he pugnaciously declares that he has been ditched, well weird to be honest, but it’s “SRK” remember. But fun doesn’t end there; Farah Khan once again creates magic by bringing together some of our past and present actors in a 20 minute spectacle which highlights that no actor is having any hard feelings for each other. Hey but this a movie remember! Here is where Farah Khan is brilliant as she knows how much of zing and seasoning are required to serve a spicy filmy dish.
After the gala time is over our Om starts getting glimpses of his past life which makes him realize that he is actually a person who has been re-born. Then eventually he finds himself a mission i.e. to catch Arjun Rampal for mercilessly ending, what would have been a fairy tale love story in the making.
A movie that has everything an ideal paisa vasool film should have. If you are bored of dard-e-life try some dard-e-disco.
Om Shanti Om has done just about everything to deceive each and every novice who would like to make a prognosis about what the flick has install for the entertainment loving public in our country as well as overseas. Well to start off the movie showcases an exhibition like dance sequence picked up from Karz, starring off course, Rishi Kapoor aka Chintu. SRK less the six packs imagines himself as Rishi Kapoor and from there on starts a ride where he happens to meet Shanti a well known actress whom he fantasizes and hopes to meet. Talking about Deepika, the newcomer (at least that is what SRK and Farah Khan wants’ us to believe) makes an ethereal entry, scintillating the silver screen with her goddess like mannerisms. The fist half is mind boggling with a right mix of laughter, drama, ethos and emotion which have become quite synonyms with Farah Khan.
The dance sequence involving Deepika and our yesteryear veteran actors is bewildering and if that wasn’t enough SRK also joins in the fun. Shreyas Talpade plays second fiddle, but only to SRK, as he supports SRK with his acting skills and precise dialogue delivery. The first half ends with the death of both leads thanks to the newest bad boy in town Mr. Arjun Rampal, who shows a us his never before seen skill – acting.
Second half makes us even more glued to our seats thanks to SRK’s re-incarnation as a Bollywood superstar Om Kapoor who throws starry tantrums, but surprisingly maintains a good soul. But that is not the end to new Om’s character as he makes sure all are entertained by his bare all item number. A song in which he pugnaciously declares that he has been ditched, well weird to be honest, but it’s “SRK” remember. But fun doesn’t end there; Farah Khan once again creates magic by bringing together some of our past and present actors in a 20 minute spectacle which highlights that no actor is having any hard feelings for each other. Hey but this a movie remember! Here is where Farah Khan is brilliant as she knows how much of zing and seasoning are required to serve a spicy filmy dish.
After the gala time is over our Om starts getting glimpses of his past life which makes him realize that he is actually a person who has been re-born. Then eventually he finds himself a mission i.e. to catch Arjun Rampal for mercilessly ending, what would have been a fairy tale love story in the making.
A movie that has everything an ideal paisa vasool film should have. If you are bored of dard-e-life try some dard-e-disco.
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