Thursday, April 28, 2011

A Letter to Pakistan

People often ask me what I think of the relationship between India and Pakistan every time a bomb goes off either side of the border that hasn’t been exploded by Hindu fundoos. First, I don’t know why people ask me. My foreign policy expertise is as expansive as a Naga Sadhus wardrobe. Anyhow, my answer is the same every time.
For me – the relationship is like that of an annoying girlfriend/boyfriend who just doesn’t get the hint that one of them isn’t interested. The thing is this – up until the 90s, the Kandahar hijack, even Kargil, average Indians were quite vocal and keen on wondering what was going on across the border. People shared a sense of history and from a foreign policy perspective, it was always object of focus number 1. Now however, things are a lot different. If I were India and had to draft it in letter form, here is what I would say.

“Sorry Pakistan, it’s not me, it’s you. I might have been around you physically for a long time, but my heart hasn’t been in it for a while. Its not that I hate you – its that I just don’t really care. You need to move on instead of constantly harping about how we were so close in the past, how we shared so many tender moments, how in the end we are all the same people. It used to make me feel guilty at first – but now it doesn’t. I don’t have to feel this way.

I've worked hard all my life to try and make a name for myself. And I’m finally getting recognised for all those efforts. Please let me focus on realising my full potential instead of constantly bringing me down. I have lots of kids to take care of. Some of them have to deal with mass poverty, some with global warming, some with the ridiculousness of the kind of shows my people are putting on TV. And if that wasn’t enough, some of my Maoist kids are even hell bent on killing me and parading my carcass for the world to see. If that happens, who will make all those movies that you love?  Do you hate me so much that you want to constantly ruin my life? What kind of relationship is that? Hell, I even have more fun playing cricket with the Australians now. So what’s left for us to even salvage?

Every time we feel we are starting to move on and going along our business, you get your hot Chinese friends to start adding me on Facebook or blowing something up just to grab my attention. Why are you acting like a crazy wife trying to get something free from her ex-husband who is now a celebrity? I know we both used to live in the projects before, but you need to let me enjoy the success of my rap album that just went platinum. Constant obsession with our past relationship, bringing up how she knew me before I made it big in the world isn’t going to change anything. I get it – I totally get it – but you have to find other reasons to exist. I cannot be the sole reason you stay alive. It’s painful to watch – and in many ways, wrong.

Some of my politician sons will stay play the same games – and yours will too. Water issues will need to be solved, and our kids will also keep bumping each into each other while they go fishing. But we don’t have time for this - JUST LET IT GO!

I don’t know why we are supposed to be so bothered about everything happening with you. I don’t know why its my responsibility to nurture your children and make them play in IPL. I just want you to leave us alone. Do your thing, move on, get into another relationship and I’m sure we can be friends sometime in the future. As much as you’d like to think our break-up still hurts, it doesn’t. Dont believe whatever Nandita Das tells you. And I was secretly hoping Arundhati Roy would also get Qatari citizenship.

I hope you get what I was trying to say. I wish you well – I really do. Lets both do our thing and talk in maybe – 20 years?"


India

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

What's Love?

Love. Wherever I turn to, it is somehow a discussion on love. There is nothing unusual about that. What makes me write is the specific concern about love that keeps coming back. Does it last?

The first one was when a friend of mine wrote about arranged and love marriages. Another said love – the feeling is consistent – but it needn’t be towards the same person. Convenient! It kept bringing back that thought which I fear – that no love is consistent. And no I don’t mean this version of feeling-lasts-but-lover-does-not.

Seriously – cant one love another forever? In fairy tales yes, in movies of course. But in real life? Here is what I read in one of the articles published in The Hindu http://www.hindu.com/2010/07/15/stories/2010071554571100.htm

So all that crush stuff we talk about is an ‘unconscious’ feeling of lust? Yech! I’m not going to accept that. Crush is crush – you like something about the person, which attracts you to him, but you have no idea what it is. And that’s what makes it special. How can love be love if there is logic in it? No way.

Love should be mysterious, incomprehensible, unpredictable and totally devoid of logic. For example, you cant decide – person X has so many qualities matching to mine, I will pick him. That may work for arranged marriages. But not in love. But then again, it might be one of these qualities which worked the magic, you never know. I say the whole concept of love crumbles if you bring your calculations into it. In other words, brain has no place in it. Which is why I wont buy the piece in The Hindu.

But one part they say is about long-time friends becoming a couple at some point in life. Now this has been an area I keep debating with self and never can find an answer to. Friendship, I have always held as a divine relationship and I cant imagine anything coming in between to shatter that. Not even love. I have always seen friendship above love though I hear people say it is one and the same. I will say this much. To lovers, friendship is an added advantage. But to friends, love is an intruder who will forever change something divine that they had all this while.

Two things bother me. The consistency factor and the friendship factor. However much I believe that marriage could put an end to all your “intense” feelings making it a matter-of-fact relationship taken for granted, I still like to fantasize that there exists true love. That someone is there for someone else – forever, not changing faces in between. Just one for another. Now it would be really sad if there is no such thing.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

You Are The One.......


You are in each experience of mine
you are in each feeling of mine
You are in all my moments
And in my nights and days as well.....

You are the one, at every place
You are the one...
You are the one, wherever i see
You are the one...

You are the world to me
And beyond that...
All the way from earth to the sky
I can see you everywhere...

You are the one, beyond all limits
You are the one...
You are the one, within me
You are the one...

How shall i express this to you
And in what way
The love i have for you
Even if i see your shadow
I feel like goin' nearer and
embrace it with my eyes...

You are the way itself
And the companion too
And that i always wished for
You are that destination...

You are the one, beyond all limits
You are the one...
You are the one, within me
You are the one...

How shall i tell you that
Lost in the nights
You are the lovely dreams i get
And how shall i tell you
About all  those worlds
Which refreshes the soul with love..

You are the one, who started it all
You are the one, the height of my love
You are my intention to live
And the reason itself is love...

You are the one, beyond all limits
You are the one...
You are the one, within me
You are the one...



Just Because............

Just because you are an orphan
Does not mean your miserable


Just because you have a big family
Does not mean you are loved


Just because you have friends
Does not mean you are never alone


Just because you don't have friends
Does not mean you are alone


Just because you smile
Does not mean you are happy


Just because you are grumpy
Does not mean you are unhappy


Just because you are tall
Does not mean you are good at Basketball


Just because you are stout
Does not mean you lack stamina


Just because you are curt
Does not mean you are rude


Just because you are polite
Does not mean you are kind hearted


Just because you speak English
Does not mean you are educated


Just because you talk
Does not mean you are smart


Just because you are silent
Does not mean you are rude


Just because you shout
Does not mean you are arrogant


Just because you are graceful
Does not mean you are nice


Just because you don't complain
Does not mean you are a saint


Just because you talk
Does not mean you understand


Just because you have a career

Does not mean you don't know how to be in a family



Just because you are single

Does not mean you are a loser



Just because you are married

Does not make you the king/queen of the world 



Just because.... 

Just because..................



My Demands

Brr brr-um brrr brr-o brr-brr- zzzzzzzz. 
I-I’m co-co-coolddd. Uff. Sick… uff… tee-teeth clattering. Clat clat clat-a-tat.


One would think the world you toil for day and night would mourn for you, with you. No such luck. They are all here, chattering, laughing, even working. Not sick at all. Not even attempting to share my temperature.


I detest this. I protest this. The world is supposed to sit for me, with me, nurse me and cure me. I demand the wind come and lift me from my miserable study table. I demand the clouds bed me safe and secure far up the sky. I demand the trees drop their long soft leaves to cover my shivering self. I demand the chirping little birds to sing a sweet lullaby for me. I demand angels to watch over me when I sleep so long… so so long… and finally I demand humans to tell me not to work, never to work.