Bharat, Bharatiya and our sugar coated hearts

There is no use of blaming the diabetes when our own hearts are coated, dipped and wrapped with the sugary syrup. The sweetness that overcomes the spicy tastes of guilt when it overfills and spills over. When the mirror of introspection is far deep buried under the dust of lies and misunderstandings provoked  by the winds of our own kind.

                   

           Then comes other ways to cover the tiny reflective spaces left on the shiny surface. You can throw some more dust on it if you want just by blaming other people for their wrong deeds. The person  can be anyone- your choice- from our neighbours to the prime minister. Just play a card and the continuous, irritating, deceitful game of 'blaming' will start with a full energy. But you should consider one thing if you are playing this game, that is you are the most grounded, truthful, sanskaari person ever! If your sugar coated mirror shows that, then you may emerge as a winner! Who knows??!!

           While the game is going, you can withdraw from it, take a clean cloth of conscience and a disinfectant bottle of veracity and try shining your mirror. If every Bharatiya does that, we can see our Bharat studying in the scholar batch of developed countries!! Just break that deceitful sugary candy sticking to your heart and lo! 

ऊधाण

चहु बाजूनी,जेव्हा दिशाहिन झाले मन,

हरपले ध्यान, ठेविली बुद्धी कुठे गहाण? 

फोफावितो वारा, येतो अंगावर शहारा, 

झाले ऊधाण काळीज, चिंता गेली का निघूनं? 

The ungratified goblet.

A thirsty, homeless handicap,
finds solace in a drop of rain,
Dribbling along his throat,
like a pearl, it heals all the pain.

The sight of a merrily hopping antelope,
Dilates the lion's eyes with hunger.
The predator after it's feast, doesn't set an eye on a soul,
Leave aside the bargains of a shameless monger.

The ever barren lands, crave for the touch of water,
With their cruel state, they still manage to give others their quarter.
When the skies pour  their happiness on their face,
They sink it in, but not more than their  sorter. 

From wealth, health to inglorious stealth, we have grabbed,
When even these mindless, virtuous  souls know their morals
Will the goblet of our hearts beat for unending discontent,
till it lies in the grave under the florals.

A blind pretentious Tamasha indeed!

When I tune in the television nowadays, all I can see is this deceptive,  misleading word called "matargashti" , decorated with a foreign location (of course to woo the Indian audience) , a fandomised cast ( if that's actually a word) and a cute mimicry of Dev Anand  (hey! Don't judge me! That's what we girls call it nowadays!) - a failed attempt to woo the older audience.... probably.  By now you must've probably realised where this is going!!  Wait! Wait! Relax Brodas and Sistas!I  am not going to start writing a movie review.
          It's just that the idea of a movie, being celebrated and hyped as an"art movie" didn't get my concurrence quite well. Just because it is an Indian team doesn't mean it will win the World cup every year. Exactly like that, just because it is a movie directed by a talented and appreciated director doesn't mean it's an art movie. Have you ever heard of the movies like Ida, Fiddler on the roof,  12 angry men or in our bollywood, dhobi ghaat, detective Byomkesh Bakshi or a Wednesday or Elizabeth Ekadashi, killa  or Shwaas in marathi ? These movies come into that category.  When I call my friends they tell me the story of the film from their aspect. And believe me that till today I ve heard different stories of the same movie. Then I wonder, is there something wrong with my hearing? The different, drastically changing moods of the actor depicted in the movie would surely be the subject of discussion of the psychiatrists all over the world. And well , definitely the top subject in the mental rehabilitation centres.  It's very confusing what's going on in the movie till there comes an interval which leads to the easiest decision in the lives of some people ever.  To leave the cinema hall.  If someone sits through the now tensed environment, they will surely end up besides the nearest popcorn stall just like the actor in the movie ends up near a rickshaw stand, confused.
       So, to end my review, oh was it? If your family, friends or you like Ranbir or Deepika, don't institute the term 'anything for you' here.
     Thank you for reading this because what happens in my blog, stays in my blog. .... ok I ll shut up now.
             

What the world needs now?

Yes. The answer you are murmuring to yourself, is absolutely correct. But do we imply this "love" appropriately?  Sure we love our families, friends, admirers, praisers, etc.  But this context of love,has taken a back seat due to many recent tragic  and intolerable events

           The world needs love which ascends with the victory over hatred.  Love which aromatises,  when the selfishness within us is burnt. Love which floats aloof when the roots of our carelessness have sunken deep in the water. It needs to become more liberal, with it's wings spreading across the barriers of language,  ethnicity,  country, religion.  It needs to have minds thinking freely rather than enacting the fools.  In this time of independence,  our chained minds should be freed and fill one side of the weighing scale with Samaritan acts as the other side will ultimately lighten with shame. But for all this to become actually possible,  we should possess, a sense  of sanity.  

" Happiness can be found even at darkest of times,  if one remembers to turn on the light"

             As I quote Dumbledore,  try to live life with sanity , freedom and kindness. The love will eternally follow you.