15th August Dawning


The postcard – it rests on a desktop,
You gaze at it intently,
Losing yourself in it’s beauty
Until you feel you are in it
That you are a part of it
You feel the sea-scented winds
As they weave through your hair
And the soft warm sands caressing your feet
You look up into the sky,
Trying to find the sun
And then it appears…
Out of nowhere,
With a sharp piercing beam
You narrow your eyes
Trying to regain your composure
When sirens start wailing in the distance
Getting louder with every passing second
The sun continues to beat you down
The sirens get louder…louder still
Till the commotion is unbearable
You hold your head in your hands
Shutting out the unwelcome intruders
And then you feel a sudden jolt

You slowly open your eyes
Blurred images are all you see at first
Then the picture clears itself
And you hear the alarm clock at your bedside
‘Damned thing!’ you scorn as you quieten it
No time to complain, you are late
By half an hour
You rush through the charade
Of dressing up, and rush out,
Not even sure if you are fully awake.
In the distance, bells go off again
Dreaming again? You wonder…
Just then you see, the red chariot
Ready to depart.
You run – not even fully warm yet.
‘This will hurt later’ you mutter
Finally you are seated inside the chariot
You heave a well deserved sigh
Of relief – and shut yourself from the world
With your earplugs

You feel a tap on your shoulder.
It is the old man beside you
For some reason he is smiling.
“Probably tipsy’ you conclude.
Who dares to be cheerful at this obscenely early hour?
‘Good morning,beta’ he says,
Louder than one normally would,
Realizing that you are consciously avoiding
The world outside, complete with him
He knows you can hear him though.
‘That’s okay, ignore me like the rest’, he says
You turn, a little embarrassed
And sheepishly utter a ‘good morning’
‘It’s my birthday today’, he says
Handing you a flower
“Happy B’day” is all you manage to say.
But you can’t help noticing
The unmistakable sadness on his face.

The conductor appears shouting
‘Change Change’ in a throaty,hoarse voice
‘Don’t we all want change,beta’
Your sage-like neighbor tells him
As he hands him a few coins
You can’t help but chuckle
At the old man’s witticism
He turns and manages half a smile
‘Birthday to hai, but I wish I could say it’s a happy one’
You think of inquiring the cause of his sadness
But choose otherwise
The man turns to a banner in the bus proclaiming
‘Unity in diversity’ and then he draws your attention
To the empty seat in the row adjoining.
A Muslim lad not more than 25 occupies the seat.
Suddenly sleep-filled eyes well up with suspicion.
The aging man turns to you again
As if to prove a point.
You shake your head in disapproval,
Your neighbor mirrors the movement

He then asks you to look ahead
At the man with the latest Nokia toy
In his hands – and then to the child
Pleading not to be thrown off the bus
“Khali 8 anna kam hai, uncle” he says.
But the conductor refuses to budge
You toss a shining rupee at the man in khaki,
And see the child smile back at you
The smile on your neighbor’s face is wider still
‘Amazing what a change, change can bring’ he says
You look at him, a little mystified
The man has a way with words most definitely
You nod affirmatively.

Just then the ride gets bumpier
‘It’s a bloody minefield’ complains Mr. Hi-tech
As his shiny Nokia crashes to the metal floor
Outside, a banner reads
“Date of Completion – December 2006”
Needless to say, your neighbor has spotted it too.

You whip out a newspaper
Flipping through the glam and glitz,
The blood and the gore, the rich and the famous
The fast and the furious, the ‘bold’ and the ‘beautiful’
And the agile and the athletic
To finally come to the comic strips
Like you always do
Who wants to deal with the everyday ‘mutch mutch’?
At least the comics are funny, you think
‘That’s the problem,beta’, the wise one spake,
Almost reading your thoughts
‘I can’t even expect people
To pay attention to me
For a few minutes,
How can I expect change?’
The conductor overhears
And defends himself
Saying he has already given the two of you
Your fair share of shiny metal
But he fails to see the point
There’s more to this than money.

The sage-like visage wrinkles with sadness
You apologize
‘It’s okay beta…
Maybe this generation doesn’t understand
Me and what I represent.
Someday I hope it will,
Before something should happen’
He replaces the sadness with an assuring smile
Pats you on the back,
Just as he did earlier,
Steps off the bus and walks away.
You watch him
As he turns into a speck.
You turn back the newspaper
And your eyes rest on the headlines

It reads “Happy Birthday India!”

Voices from the Past


Destroy,Destroy every little bit!
Free me from these shackles
And bid me adieu…

The sun will set soon –
Leaving us engulfed in darkness
Light the fire
For it is my fate, my destiny,
To be consumed by the flame
that enchants me.
The longer we wait,
The harder it will be,
So destroy!
Destroy every little bit of me

With every grain of slipping sand,
I lose a part of who I am
And a part of what I used to be,
Leave me with some dignity,
Wait no longer –
Destroy every little bit of me

Destruction alone,
Gives birth to life.
The future will be born,
If the present dies,
Bury me in time’s sands,
Surrender me into death’s hands,
That is how it is meant to be,
This game is over – destroy me

So Strengthen yourself
and do not cry,
Hold back the grief
As you wave me goodbye.
There is no need for any sorrow
This dying day,
Will soon be your tomorrow

The Moment


The moment is here,

The moment you’ve been waiting

For such a long time now.

Through sleepless nights,

And day dreams,

And numerous talks with friends,

Thinking, wondering, not knowing

‘What will happen?’

Yet fully aware,

Of impending, inevitable failure.


Why try then?

Why blindfold yourself –

and walk down a busy street – to be struck,

Struck down,

Over and over?


And then there is ‘hope’

Tempting, seducing, blinding,

Making you feel you can take the world on,

Making you feel,

Like you can drive a noodle through a wall,

Making you feel that indeed,

You could do it all,

If only you try.


And then come the thoughts,

And the second thoughts,

Then comes hope and soon after – despair,

You run a thousand miles,

Coming back to the first square,


Is it really worth it?

To put yourself through this,

Time and time again?



Through sleepless nights,

And day dreams and wandering thoughts,

Through numerous talks with friends,

And late night calls,

Only to be told,

‘That’s not it,

That’s not it at all!’


Over a hundred years ago,

Another man tried….and failed,

Should I forge on then, or give in to fear,

Well too late,

The moment is here!