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LET THE ANGER SUSTAIN. LET IT SUSTAIN TILL JUSTICE IS RECEIVED

How often has it happened that you sit with such unending anger at the day to day happenings and you feel you can't take charge and do something about it. I would state it publicly, if I were to meet the people who were responsible for the gang-rape of the poor Delhi girl, I'd kill them with my bare hands. Reading about the crime, even imagining what those monsters did fills me up with utter contempt. Have we come to be a part of such a society? Is this even a society? And even more appalling are the things said by the Delhi police blaming the girl for the rape. According to them, if you lure a man by wearing revealing clothes, you were responsible for the crime. So the man goes scot free? It's not his fault, he's a rape machine ready to lay his hands on any girl who wears revealing clothes on the road! I don't think it is the dress that decides or prompts a man to carry such an inhuman action. And these are the words of our protectors. To put some logic into this

DHONI, THE ENGLAND SERIES AND A DEJECTED INDIAN FAN

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I don't usually voice my opinion over Cricket, in fact I never have but now that I start to pen down this article, I do so with rage over the events of the past few days and the reactions to them that have more than appalled me to no end. To put it in simple terms: India were outplayed comprehensively and this occurred at home which made it all the more hurtful. There's nothing like a loss on your home turf, your fortress, perhaps the fortress has been breached. The attack might inevitably be, the first of many to come. There are a few key aspects that need to be touched and probably analyzed extensively as to what caused this fiasco and where to look from this point onwards. What exactly happened in this series? Most of us are actually still wondering as to what hit us, how did we lose a home series? This started off as a redemption series and ended as a sorrowful tale of adding insult to injury and probably some MDH laal mirch masala to the wounds, they had added sal

THE DARK SIDE

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Far beyond the world we see, Far above these lands and seas, A deep breeze flows over a cataclysmic space, Unreached and unearthed it seeks solace. Beyond the imagination of the brightest minds, Leaving all the worldly logic behind, Lies a corner of little wishes and desires Set ablaze with wings of fire. Thoughts as deep as these colossal oceans, Hazy memories play in rusty motions, Long to touch that star studded sky, For once to escape these earthy lies. A mind that mulls in retrospect, At a world that seemed to be perfect, At how close it seemed and undeniably was, Shattered by misapprehensions with no apparent sense of loss. It is now that this mind seems lost, Out of things that once mattered most, Only to find a way back into that world, Despite the silent shudders of massive swirls. Sometimes the things you see not real, There are things that you may not feel, The light at the end of the tunnel may not give you what you l

A NEW SUN SHALL RISE

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A new sun rose at the offset of another dusk The one that set had enchanted the soul The tree had been subjugated in captivity Beset by troubles from all ends, the tree lay aggrieved The tree had once been a mere sapling Aspiring and avowing to grow into a big green tree The dream hadn't been one which came along easy, And the tree was lured by the other trees in the vicinity They told him emblazoned tales of the sky high up above The scented wind that swept past them satiating the innermost desires The tree was just beginning to stand on its feet When the hell broke loose and the rain unleashed its wrath The tree struggled but with valour it fought, The tree had trudged through somehow But the battle had only just began, When the sun unleashed its fury on the horizon Bereft of all sanity, the tree languished as days went on Beleaguered he stood on all sides there were The tree stood still and never lost hope, That one day he'd win, he'd grow high and ta

THE BOY WHO COULDN'T SPEAK ENGLISH

He had just moved from the dusty by lanes of Delhi to Mumbai, the city that never sleeps. It did sleep, he soon found out, well at least most of it did back then. His father had had a transfer. Delhi had been a good place to live in. There was the rickshaw that took him to school every day, the teachers who adored him, the canteen where he collected his He-man action figures(with a scented eraser within) and the group of friends who lived like there was no tomorrow. The previous statement may have been misleading about the boy's age. Our little champion had just celebrated his 7th birthday. Life was about to experience a change. Change is always good, he thought. And it turned out to be quite a life altering one. Mumbai was different for different reasons. People were not as close knit as they were back in Delhi. No one took a keen interest in your life though that did not mean that people weren't friendly. That homely feeling that the boy had when he was at Delhi was

A LONG TIME FROM NOW

Some things simply cannot be described, In the abstruse words of our imagination Some actions cannot be justified, By the mere good deeds of our past Behind the silver lining is always an unfathomable truth A truth unintentionally left behind For the one to ponder upon and look through the metaphors And arrive at the juncture where I stand I shall stand here holding a book That contains all that ever was to be said That particular page of the notebook that mattered Was torn to shreds and burnt to ashes The ashes lay on the ground infront of me Like little stars that had fallen from the sky The air swept away the remains of what was And those ashes turned to oblivion A chapter undisclosed rests right in the mind At a place where it might always remain If it shall be drained out ever It may just bring some peace in vain A long time from now when there shall be calm, that chapter wouldn't matter like it used to do Those words unspoken shall be rendere

I TALK IN RIDDLES, THEY SAY

A wandering mind set loose on its path as it may, Wanders aboard timeless thoughts they say It might reach the sky or the dark abyss And yet they say I talk in riddles When a mind full of thoughts is let loose It's like a cross between a hippie and a recluse  The facts are as clear as they are to be And yet they say I talk in riddles They say my thoughts are profound and meaningful And then they say I complicate the usual It's hard to grasp what they really intend to convey And then they say I talk in riddles People may believe the unbelievable, They may trust in the blatantly untrustable How untrustable could a person's ideals be? And they still say I talk in riddles Yet eventually, it's good not to be understood sometimes Mysterious people have their own charm Why let everything out in the open to the judgmental audience? It's good to be surrounded by this world, wandering and confused! Peace!

A SOLDIER'S DIARY

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I stood on the front lines with a passion in my heart I stood to safeguard my motherland I stood to safeguard my people I stood so that the nation shall stand We moved in huge numbers to places unknown We moved into hostile regions We moved until we completed our objectives We moved sometimes for bigger reasons I haven't seen my family for months I haven't seen my fields and lands I haven't see the place I call home It is here that I shall stand We climb mountains that are tall We cross the raging cold rivers We eat what we get sometimes Surviving on the tiniest of slivers We walk all day sometimes We walk sometimes all night We walk despite our legs giving away But we never stopped in our fight I shall fight till I'm alive I shall fight for my nation's pride I shall give it all I have in me I shall take all victories and defeats in my stride I may die one day fighting on the front lines, My family might cry at the news But my motherland s

FACEBOOK:A WORLD IN ITSELF

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We all love facebook and everything about it, don't we, now? The commenting on albums, the status updates, the likes on photos, etc, etc. What works for it is that people have an insight into everyone's life and all the good/bad things you do are duly noted. But with any thing good comes a shit load of crap too. There are always a few things that irritate you about anything good, unintentionally or not. Here are some of the things that irritate me most in particular- 1 . The 'thanks for the tag' syndrome: Or should I say 'thnxxxx fer da tag' syndrome! I never got this. Why do friends tag each other in random pictures in the first place? Not the pictures they are present in, that's acceptable but pictures of gardens, quotes, their own profile pictures, etc. And it's not like these pictures are scientific discoveries of any sort. These are pictures depicting sublime nonsense sometimes if not anything more meaningful than your 3 year o

DRAVID: INDIA'S VERY OWN

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There was India and then there were dire straits, And along came this lad Riding on the stroke of genius did he play, he drove the bowlers mad He willowed all he saw, Cut his bat through the breeze Relentless as he was always, he always ruled the crease His team mates called him Jammy, the world called him the wall Not a word could anyone have against him, He still stands mighty tall He walked the team to victory in countless number of games Dependable was his synonym, such was his fame A great ambassador, infinitely humble and dignified For a lot of people who've seen him bat, he was patience personified One man who moved the masses with his style Witty as he always was, he answered criticism back with a smile Playing in the shadows of legendary contemporaries as he did but still standing out Was one of those reasons why you could praise him aloud He still hasn't got his due from India cricket, deserves a world more He was the one who held the team together on

THE HYDERABAD-U.P. BUS DUEL!

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"Never miss a good fight", I had read. Catch hold of a coke, pop corn and sit there comfortably enjoying the tussle. In fact there was this ad on TV that showed two policemen who enjoyed watching two people on the road fighting it out over a car accident and the senior policemen standing there and instructing his junior to just let it be while sipping a coke like he was at peace with the world. So yeah, coming back to reality, this was just one of those days when I was late for my CAT class( FYI I'm always late due to some reason). CAT class was merely 4 odd kms away from home, a matter of about 10-15 minutes but the traffic just seems to bloody multiply when you're late and it did just that on that day. So I got into this bus numbered 49M which would get me at least till clock tower and leave me to walk another half km. The bus looked relatively full and I had no time to think of another one so in I went without another thought. Now, this happens to me every

SO CLOSE YET SO FAR

Looking outside the window, I saw two tracks that seemed to go on forever They looked at one another with distant familiarity Yet that feeling of uncanny knowingness struck their hearts They went on and on parallel to one another Staring at each other day and night A growing sense of knowing each other beckoned them close And they knew eventually, that all would be right Going on playfully with childlike frivolty They arched, they bent, they fell, they rose Yet they knew in their lonely hearts That their story would make a lovely prose They woke up one morning realizing they had diverged Looking far across the horizon but to no avail They had been separated, caught unaware And it was just sadness that prevailed Hope is what kept them going That one fine day they would reunite That one day they would meet and rejoice And all would still eventually be right. They looked everyday at the setting sun with hope depreciating At not being next to one another once