The Thunderstorm

The  dark clouds of silence  which prevailed for a hundreds of  years in the skies of tolerance  are  finally bursting. Some are pouring their rains, to destroy the dignity while some are gently mending it. The social , political and economical situations in India, are on their peak with a thousands of supporters and an equal number of oppressors, both at the same time,  climbing and chasing them , with different motives. 

                The country is using it's digital and communicating medium, like never before. Every human is voicing his opinion and hence the thunderstorm is the most persistent feature of these violent rains. Those in power , are adding an extra ingredient to the chaos- an element of utmost importance, which can destroy the morality of anyone within seconds- that being the element of Confusion. This element maintains the strength of this thunderstorm, which has led the country in both unity as well as  seperatism.

The result of this climatic twirling,  has led to many changes and a total sense of newness in the environment. No one knows the end of this enigmatic conundrum, but still every one tries to stand out, in order to be saved.  The only person who has faced every situation or the storm - the common man - is standing there, like a tree who faces the storms  with his wisdom held as an armor, waiting for it to end while the country, fights with each other, in order to achieve it's obscure gains.  Because he is the one, who has become the most tolerant and experienced than any other powerful human and whose roots, lie deep inside the earth marking his inevitable strength.

A Miragy Day

It feels indeed like a mirage when amidst a hot afternoon, the weather suddenly turns cloudy and cool. You can surely imagine yourself as a 'chatak' bird of the Indian mythology eagerly waiting for the first rain drop to touch it's dry, waiting mouth. For this, he has waited years long without ever complaining.

        Today the clouds exploded and all the Chataks made peace with the skies. The cloudy weather has always been one of the reasons for my  happiness rather than the living beings. The  cloudy, drizzy weather brings peace and contentness to my heart- reason unknown and not expected.( I think).

         When the clouds turn dark,I lit up usually like 'Maria' from The Sound Of Music and suddenly my heart wants to sing every song it hears. The greenery and it's surroundings become lively and I fall prey to the unrealistic wish of 'flying' and 'soaring'.

        It's like the hills, the brooks, the birds, the branches are alive with music and are dancing and clapping to the beats of the nature. The cold air adds up the rhythm.

        And suddenly you forget the long, dry summer that lies ahead - just for a miragy day!

Primitiveness

As the first ray of sun impinges his eye,
 the primitive man lumps up and sets out for the lonesome goal in his life - survival.
for he knows not the burden or the joy of money
or the weekends off to heave a sigh of relief.

There's a movement behind the bush
and he must warn his species off the danger
for he knows not how this danger would be used later
by his own, on his own.......

It's raining heavily and he must find a shelter
for he knows not that dried out life ahead ,
will take the shelter under these rains
He is chirping and swaying
with the wildlife
for he knows not,
 what boredom is.

It's about night and the man collects the scatters-
the woods and the twigs for he has to survive the night,
in order to see the sun
No. He knows not the special diet plans and the calorie burdened food.

He runs to bed as he hears the wolves moan
at a distance in the moonlit dark sky
for he knows not,
when the sky will give an evil surge.

But one thing he knows for sure
that his very own primitiveness
protects and guides him
to the mysterious paths , yet to be explored.

Iniquity

Ruling out the traffic rules

It was an early morning of a new day.  People were carrying out their exercise regimen and so was I. The regular chaotic road, was taking in as much early morning silence as it could. All was going on in peace, when a motorbike strided along the road honking all over it. I could sense the instant mental disturbance, spreading all over and in the minds. The aura of the dawn was grabbed away single handedly. To my knowledge, the warning device is used in emergencies or to prevent one. This was the first time, I watched it being used as a means of entertainment.
                       The era of digitalisation is gaining over the minds to such an extent , that nowadays, "peace" is creating a "disturbance". The natural human feelings of love , sympathy, tragedy are being deleted and replaced by "likes", "comments" and virtual popularity.
                       Some decades ago, people walked to a nearby shop as they were worried about fuel wastage. Now, people ride to neighbours as they are worried about time wastage. The percentage of automobile purchases by a common man, has swollen up to 50%. So has the restlessness and fear. Man no longer lives to support and care , but to thrive on the glory of the unknown future.
                        The other day, I was riding a bike with a friend on a one- way road. There was an acute bend ahead, so I controlled the speed. What I saw, was a bike parked in the middle of the road ,on the edge of the turn ,while the driver was enjoying his "garden walk" to a thing, he had dropped accidentally on the road. Eventually , I had to apply emergency brakes and there was a quick rise in my temper, as I shouted," Learn to walk faster!" to the man. What he replied made me burn in fumes "Why? Are you in a hurry?"It was like crashing a parked car and saying  "Hey!! you were in my way".                                                          
                                           The process of evolution is reversing. 
                        As man is losing his thinking capacity, so is he losing the traffic sense. Speeding in the middle of the night on a bike without a silencer , with people shouting on it, was never the expected future of a silencer.
                        In the Bollywood's Golden Era , fans once  shouted and cheered the hero ,who ran, jumped and knocked the villian off. Now ,the hero is replaced by the expensive automobile with a puppet riding it. 
                                      But, the night is always followed by the day.
                        An uncle of mine did something which you would call an "exception" these days. He was riding to his office, when he saw an aged man walking, burdened with his fuel-less bike up the road. My uncle got off the bike and exchanged it with the aged man and told him to go to the nearby gas station as he himself walked off the bike to it. 
                                     This made me re-believe that humanity is not dead and buried.