The RANT

I live at home now, which for me is synonymous to living with a lot of elders who consider our generation impatient, impulsive and intolerant. Okay its not as stifling as it looks, its just that too many people who are part of my ‘home life’ have an opinion on too many things they are not part of. Maybe its time some one from our generation owned up to these accusations, so I decided to make the attempt. Yes, I totally agree we are impatient, we want things to be done quickly, we want the whole world to move at whatever pace we can manage just so that we don’t have to wait for anything. But is that such a bad thing? If people had the time and patience to wait for Blaise Pascal’s machine to churn out the results to simple maths and then re-feed those results to do slightly more complex math until the most complex of operations took days together then maybe we would not have today’s computers that finish the job in milliseconds. Same logic re-applied to faster and better automobiles (and rising condom sales :P).

Yes, We are an impulsive generation, we instinctively rush to the scene of an accident and do our part to help, when floods occur, we don’t just ‘feel bad’ for the victims, we make proactive efforts towards alleviating their suffering. We don’t take shit standing down(well most of us), and believe respect needs to be earned before its deserved. We will go out late in the night and stay out past midnight because its actually fun doing so, not because we impulsively want to do what we have been told not to do.

And most ironically, ‘intolerant us’. So, is it a display of generations of tolerance that we have oppressed minorities and a well-in-place and god-darn rigid caste system? What good is tolerance if all it has done was help people remain silent as the nation was looted for centuries, by foreign hand or our own. Had the Bhagat singhs and Gandhis of yore been tolerant, we would still be a british colony(which I guess doesn’t seem like such a bad thing considering the UPA government). We are just the same. We are truly intolerant, but our intolerance is not towards elderly gospels, or religious freedom or the right to equality. Our intolerance is not towards giving respect or time or second chances. Our intolerance is towards those wrongs that we can right. Our intolerance is towards corruption, towards political drama, towards oppression, racism and a hundred other evils that threaten to tear apart the fabric of our society. Our intolerance is towards the narrow mindedness rooted with the minds of the previous generations. Our intolerance is towards those unfulfilled political campaign promises and the unsavory lives the nation’s poor have to lead. Now, is that really such a bad thing?

In Between

All these well devised plans, they seem to fail

In the larger scheme of things they seem so frail

Common sense forbids me to live in my past

And to make my peace with time moving fast

Faster with those memories you want to last forever

and slower with the present you wish wud blow over

The present so unpleasant- a burden of the scourge

very much a part of the path tht circumstances did forge

the part between me and the promises of the future

that beautfiul world that my hope does nurture

mayb I will look back when that future is my present

and running away from this past I might resent

Perhaps its foolish to dwell on it at all

But who am I to stop if my heart makes that call

because I dont want to lead this life in between

the life thats gonna be and the life that's been

The Test

Tested by the Fiery Furnaces of my heart

Exposed to Coldness that rips relations apart

I built these walls, those that would hold

Against all intruders, the mighty and the bold

I had wanted to test those-far and near

For those whom my soul would hold dear

Wanted to see who among all that I knew

Cared enough to try and come charging through

Short was my patience,but the wait was shorter

For within minutes I heard that unmistakable patter

Of nails and chisels chipping rythmically away

As I waited to see whose form emerged this way

The first signs of a tiny opening were forming

And a voice came through them sweet and pleading

It said, "I may not make it there to be with you

But while I try let my words comfort you"

And these walls I had built to withstand all

Crumpled all around me-a befitting fall

Somebody Else

What do you do when all you want to be

is somebody else, somebody you cant be

When all you can do is just watch in silence

as life passes you by in ritualistic eloquence

If neither running to - nor running away seem right

And existence as oneself resembles a losing fight

A fight to separate the present and past tenses

while wishing these issues were somebody else's

The battle has been lost but the war might yet be won

Such is the optimism I feel with each setting sun

Knowing tommorrow when it rises, will be a new day

hopefully a better one -in my heart of hearts I pray

But when everything's said and has been attempted

fighting, praying and positivity tried and resented

Just what do you do when all you want to be

is somebody else, specially somebody else you cant be

The Man On the Horizon

There it is I see on the horizon
Bleak and wretched a wind worn shape
Harassed yet hardened by events untold
Gritting himself for those that would unfold

Incomplete -his knowledge, confused -his mind
As to why he was chosen to be thus punished
As to why those that he loved and cherished
Were never too far and yet never close enough

There he stands on the horizon, a stronger man
Wishfully thinking if ever he cud ever go back
To the point where the seeds to his destiny he had sown
If he cud ever get back to the life he had known


From where I stand it looks like sweet release
Something to put the restless mind at ease
For I know, standing there at his worlds end
Is my future self, the one that fate did send

The Unsaid

Voices lost in whispers..Whispers lost in thought

In-vain the deepest of expressions and loveliest of words

In-vain the efforts that went in to the making

In the shadow of the unsaid - defeated they stand

Wish it could be simple, wish it could be easy

That a Simple "Good bye and I am gonna miss you"

could do- for what I wanted to say or do

Wish there was a something that would say it all

Something that could say all that I now withheld

Something that could convey these feelings

In their entirity- untarnished, unadultered

And make them survive the ravages of time

So that when the time comes to bid adieu

And I can no longer live like it wont

When farewells have to be said in words

I will not have to regret all that has been left- unsaid

Take them Away

These thoughts that keep me awake at night
These people so loving yet just on the outside
The stifling memories, that invade my mind
Wish there was someone to take them away

The errors of paths chosen and woven
The repercussions of misdeeds done
And the circumstances that lead to them
Wish there was someone to take them away

The vicious cycle of expectations
The cold voice of the guilty conscience
And the constant reminders of what isnt..
Wish there was someone to take them away

Its not the lack of strength to face them
Neither an attempt for an easy way out
Its just fear, fear of the inevitable
Fear of losing the innocence of the heart