Justified paradox

Claustrophobia in an open ground,

Scream out loud without a sound, 

Thoughts reverberate the heart, 

Emotions ripping and tearing apart,

This silence is numbing,

Strong walls are crumbling, 

Keep your smiling face,

The pseudo-joy is all a daze,

Bottomless pit of confusion,

The soul's bracing for the explosion.

The storm is bound to lapse,

It'll warp in itself as it contracts,

The wreckage is going to clear,

The light at the end is near,

Stay strong, 

Don't be afraid to be wrong.

You're a brave Eagle, 

You're a lion, strong and regal.

You're a fox, quick on the feet,

You're human, not willing to accept defeat.

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Don't mind this insanely cool lion looking at you. Picture Courtesy: #Pinterest

Thunderstorm

The rumbling thunder whispers,

Making the howling cats to disperse, 

The doors and windows shiver in reply,

The dogs run around, awry.

The lightning whips,

The rain drips,

A drop after the other,

Like a child following its mother.

The mosquitoes swarm in for shelter,

The mosquito bats, wave helter-skelter, 

Oh by Odin's beard! 

Why is a thunderstorm so feared?

Many like I,

Enjoy the chaos in the sky, 

The beauty of damage, 

The riot, the destruction, the ravage!

Would you want to be stuck in a thunderstorm like this?

Nope.

It was never the tiger's fault.

DISCLAIMER: I'm not being insensitive and heartless. I am not against the youth's family. I am just against the tiger being put down.

A couple of weeks back, at the top right corner of my daily newspaper, I see this photo of a youth that's in spitting distance of quite a majestic white tiger. The caption read, "youth mauled to death by a white tiger after falling into the enclosure." The whole day, I kept thinking of that boy, and I could only imagine the trauma his family went through. Later the news said that the tiger might be put down. And here are a few reasons why they shouldn't.

Firstly, it might be my lack of knowledge, but I don't get how anyone could accidentally fall into the enclosure, either the zoo was really that horribly maintained or it wasn't quite by "accident". And plus, the tiger did not jump out of it's enclosure and grab a poor passerby. The boy was in the tiger's turf.

Secondly, there are reports which say that the tiger upon encountering the boy, did nothing but look at him for 10 minutes straight.  The paralyzing terror that must have taken over his senses must be horrifying, I mean, you don't expect an actual Richard Parker to be staring right into your eyes. But those 10-15 minutes is enough time for the zoo to tranquilize the tiger and safely haul the youth out and not let the tiger maul the youth out. The zoo then says that they weren't prepared for it and that only authorized personnel can use the dart gun. What I don't get is, do they not know that they are working at a zoo? A place where wild animals are caged and ill-treated for the amusement of humans, are they not supposed to be ready for these kind of incidents?! They can't just say that they weren't "prepared"! So not only do they have no infrastructure, they also have no presence of mind or sense.

But what I don't get is, what possible justification is there for the tiger to be put down? It has the right to be provoked, when onlookers start throwing stones at it. When the animal sensed a threat, it took what he was rightfully his and ran into the safety of his enclosure. It's not like the tiger knows what is to be eaten and what isn't. He was born with animal instincts and will die with animal instincts. One cannot expect a tiger to think like a human. Funny part is, what would be the case if all the deer started protesting because tigers are their fellow species? What gives man the right to think he's superior?

Finally, I must applaud the audience who dutifully recorded this horrific incident on their smartphones to forward to all the numbers they can think of, who in turn will forward to their contacts. But I request all of you who have recieved the video to refrain from forwarding it further and preferably deleting it from your phone. The boy's family needs your empathy not your sympathy. Understand the trauma and hardship the family is going through, on top of which their son's death is a forward on WhatsApp. It's not going to be easy on them. I request you all to take that video down, and say a prayer for that family to enable them to be strong through this bad time and to keep them under His care.

Sorry if this picture disturbs you.

Monologue?

Dear kitchen appliances, doormats, aunties,

This one is for you, no, I wouldn't like anything to eat, I just want you to listen to me. Yes, I do know I have lost my complexion, it's just an extra dose of melanin that's showing on my body, don't worry it's not the end of the world. I want you to liste- no aunty, I am not studying to become a doctor or an engineer. There are other occupations in this world too. No, my parents won't start looking for a suitor in three years time, when I think of the future, leaky nappies and squeaky toys isn't what I imagine. I intend to do much more than be oppressed by my husband, I intend to have as much as voice as him. It must be unladylike, but if that's what it takes to break away from social norms, be it.

Aunty, I don't want to be you.  I do not intend to learn to cook and clean for my husband who comes back from work, tired and waiting for his tea. I do not intend to worry my hair off in the tender age of 25 about what baby food my child will like best. I do not wish to gossip in sorority parties with other people of this kind, about who spent more money on what. I had an education not to keep my diploma framed on my bedroom wall, intended for my eyes only. I had an education, a very good one for that matter because my parents realized the need to be self-sufficient. You do not have to look down upon me because I wear what I please, if I am disrespecting my religion it's my problem not yours, your pseudo-worry is as fake as the smile you plaster when I tell you that I want to be independent. You do not have to worry about my lack of religion, for I see God differently from how you do. Your condescending voice that nags about modern women loosing their hold on traditional values, do not affect me. I do not want to be just a show piece in my husband's sleek house, I do not want to be the doormat that is designed to take everyone's mess. I desire individuality, set free from these chains of obligations and expectations.

There there.. that look again, no this is not the reason why my sisters are being raped. Primitive dogs that can not keep a hold of themselves are the reason why. Well obviously, men can't be blamed, Indian society has been designed to worship a Goddess and degrade your women. Men are superior and they shall decide, women are their play things and they should very much stay that way.

11 Promises To My Best Friend.

1) You will always be the first person to know about my wildest ideas and most important decisions.
2) I shall duly stand by all your stupid doings, laugh at you while you get humiliated and punch anybody else in the face who laughs at you.
3) I'm glad you make me hate all the people you do, laughing at them is so much funnier when its with you.
4) I shall hate all your boyfriends cause I honestly think no one is good enough for you. Especially the present one, he really is a jerk.
5) I promise to share Zac Efron with you when I get him.
6) I will never let you forget all your embarrassing moments and boyfriends, cross my heart and hope to die. :)
7) Your bachelorette party will be a night you don't remember but won't forget.
8) I'll be the most kick ass Maid Of Honour and even better Godmother.
9) I'm ever grateful to your convincing capabilities that got me into doing some crazy shit.
10) I am glad we met, cause I would cease to without that video of you getting your first tattoo.
11) I promise that you will always be my first love and confidante as I will yours.

 

Attention Span Of A Peanut.

The book is out in front of me, my precious highlighted notes stare at me.

I take a deep breath, in fact I do some yoga, just so that I'm ready. 

I look at all my supplies, do I have what ever I need to do this? Oh no, I don't have my lucky exam board, let me just grab it. 

Now that I have that, am I ready? Wait, I need water, just to be sure that I don't die of dehydration.

*wheeew* That was close, okay, now I am mentally prepared.

But no, I need to take a leak, all that water that I drank!

Finally, I can sit down to study, no more messing around.

Let me just check Facebook, WhatsApp and Instagram for the last time, just so that I know there's no nuclear holocaust coming my way. Now that I have my phone, might as well check Tumblr, Twitter, all sorts of things I don't even care about.

Gee! Look at the time, it's an hour since I took my phone already! Okay, phone away. 

Unleash the laptop, I think I have had enough of history already, I'll do some sample papers online. 

Google Chrome is already open, along with mycbseguide.com, I guess a Facebook tab wouldn't hurt. 

Oh no! An hour again? Let me just close that tab and put my phone away, serious study it is!

Damn, I can't figure out this sum, let me just look it up online while I slyly open my YouTube account too. The solution on the internet is too complicated, let me ask my friend on WhatsApp.

(Fifteen minutes later) Okay, serious study now. Let me just switch on the music on my phone.

Yay! I almost figured this su- the song's boring now, just a quick switch of tracks. Well waddaya know, I have to reply to these Snapchats and WhatsApps. 

(Half an hour later)

Oh no, the books are waiting for me. Let's conquer this! Do not get tempted by the constant blinking of the green light on your phone, even though it means you have notifications. I'll do this paper and then-- ah what the hell, after this sum I will check.

(Half an hour later)

Okay, let's do this paper. It's this late already? Oh well, better luck tomorrow. 

Well, I'd be damned.

A Great Brick Wall

When your words are stuck,
Poetic sense is out of luck,
When you can't express what you feel,
Lo behold, here is your Achilles' heel.

That's writer's block,
That writer's flow, is stopped by a rock,
The disability takes you by shock,
That's writer's block.

When your words fail to satisfy,
And your vocabulary can't imply,
You know your struggling to break that ice,
But now, simple struggle won't suffice.

That's writer's block,
Your creativity is in under key and lock,
Your imagination has been held on a dock,
That's writer's block.

Bottled up feelings, corked up tight,
Your demons for freedom, they fight,
You can't bring out what you want to say,
To express your self, you need some way,
But your words have run away!

That's writer's block,
Your words please you no more,
And that hurts to the very core. 

Traffic Signal Business

Everyone uses roads, don't they? Unless you're reading this in your limited edition Vertu smartphone, while you're boarding your chopper to Milan from your duplex yacht called Naomi. But I bet you would have seen those grey stretches that's been there connecting people, places and potholes. 

But I am talking about traffic signals and how eventful those few seconds are to the vendors that stick their faces on your window screen expecting you to buy those sun shield things that tear on the second day. I am talking about those people, who can make a pretty decent living by doing something productive than bringing a small crying baby with rags on for extra pity money. And the lottery ticket sellers, if they are so sure that there's assured money for every ticket, why can't they just buy the whole lot and wait for the lucky draw day? And my personal favorite, the little kids who sell balloons, yes, obviously, many people would buy an extra flashy balloon to obstruct their view while driving to get to their destinations as soon as possible. 

I understand that I am not addressing to those people, but fellow observers, don't encourage these vendors. They do not realize the harm they are subjecting themselves to by demanding business from customers who won't even acknowledge their presence at their windows. They do not realise that they can get run over, the pollutants can make their own little city inside those lungs and those bad people who would do bad things to little girls or women that are trying to earn a living on such busy streets. The next time someone comes up to your window, smile at them, if they are asking for alms, give them food and then feel better about yourself and drive off to wherever you were going anyway.