You are a kidnapper...

I was driving back home and heard noises...looked up to realize a school bus full of booming children...may be in their 6th or 7th grade...

It’s a Friday afternoon….. kids are returning home after a long day in the competitive atmosphere of their commercialized schools. I wonder how the driver is able to concentrate on the road….when so much is happening at the back.

They are jumping on one another, screaming, laughing and what else, they look happy and full of life…even after being in school for the whole day.

 I am sad because just like many other when they grow up they may also go down on this expressions….they will look for higher studies…better placement….bigger package…. … wealthy spouse and also the so called  respect from their society…

They will anesthetize the real soul and wait for some informal occasions….meeting an old friend…. Hearing that favourite song....that old dress……seeing the place where they use to hang out….some family get together…and some other rare occasions..

You must be behind bars…I hold you for kidnapping the real you…..the one who would enjoy every moment…..was so sensible....loved being with people of all types and ages….could eat anywhere from the street….and admire people irrespective of their paycheques.

Why did you do this…?        

The CITY is well lit

The city is well lit.....

There’s a sense of celebration all around

They have brought everything that they could

And even what they couldn’t

The city is well lit.....

They have tried to cover their homes with those lighting

They want to cover their agony and the pain,

the disappointment in the hearts and the hurt.

The city is well lit.....

They are even bursting crackers to avoid

The sounds of anguish and the voices of distress

Somehow to go on and go on

The city is well lit.....

With gifts and wrapper being exchanged

They call it the riches to undermine the

Poverty within home and folks

The city is well lit.....

But it is just not well lit

Oh my city, You are not well lit..but they say

The city is well lit.....

Oh my city Oh my city

The author penned this down after coming back 

to his city DELHI after a gap of 5 months.

Oh my city Oh my city

How much I missed you

They have made you a village so common

But oh my city you are still mine

There was not a day when I dint think about you

Every moment I thought about you

I prayed for you and missed you more.

Oh my city I just want to be with you.

I left you undone, digged all over

mud and dust flying all over

Those machines ran over you, 

as they hurried  to get you done

they say you look beautiful now

compared with other cities

but I was in love with you

oh my city the very first moment I saw you.

Many have come, many have gone

You welcomed them and said good bye

Many rated you high and many wrote you low.

But oh my city I know you are far above the ground.

As I stepped in, you kissed me with the breeze

Shivers ran over me and my heart missed the beat

I had this feeling when I left

Oh my city now I am back.

    

Tell me the wayout

When I was in 6th grade my english teacher asked the class to write a essay on "A scene at the railway station". I and a friend of mine took the liberty to think wild and created a bomb blast at the railway station and injured several. I think I did pass in that exam.
This morning I made a visit to a hospital. Oops just in case you thought I am gonna talk about hi-fi healthcare hopsitals where you have the privilege to abuse the hospital staff due to the power backup (paisa) and insurance policies.

No way I went to a government hospital. Dont worry I am fine. Infact, I took one brother from our church in Dallupura village to get a important vaccination. the reason why I accompanied this 40 yr old is cos He didnt think thats important. 

we were first startled by a long line. I wondered if some patients would faint even before they got to the window to get their name registered. Along with other hopelessly positivist we also took guard of our positions in the queue which would some day reach at the counter.     

The journey started..but i seemed there were many who had a flight to catch. so some jumped the queue and distracted the guards. There was some chaos, many words of felicitation to the hospital and the staff. You got it I know. It was settled, but it would soon rise. and it did. and the same treatment. traditions i guess. 

some had the privilege to get under the shed as they hoped to get to the couter asap. some werent lucky. Suddenly we heard  a scream..a lady could not take the sun anymore and fainted.

Some very smart and active citizens got round her to calculate her age and sickness. but none dared to pick her up and take her to the emergency ward. some did suggest that including me...I got up to help. but was scared to and embarased to pick a lady. somehow some of her relative arrived at the scene and to the rescue. Now what was next..But i wasnt still out of my inability to help her. I got a opportunity soon...

soon there was some chaos in the public..and I saw many hopping around. It was one animal from the dinosaur family who was scaring the already week patients.  It was a lizard and it came to my side. The very brave in me ran to pick a brick nearby and then smashed the visitor from Jurrasic park.

People looked at me. Think they thought of me as a maniac. any ways I was now a little proud of myself.

soon  a news reached to us that the computers were down..so the counter would run slow. Was it fast ever i thought. Now was the real action. as we draw closer to the window..just as we many were excited. and thus began the survival of the fittest. we had to make sure that none crossed us. and the sweat of several were no more a cause of worry..as we had got adapted. 

we reached at the counter and got registered and then to the doc and then out after the vaccination. 

I was wondering..my government is spending millions of rupees to make a few guys play and jump around to win few medals and then go back home. But here lies the real India without the basic needs being met. 

But isn't the government doing something to take care of the real India. but the population explosion has always left the government behind and to add to the woes, lathargic attitude and the very dear corruption . all other i dont know..but we need to atleast control the population...hum do hamare do wont work..need to cut down..are you listening..else tell me the way out.         

                                 

Let's Adjust

My train journey. 20 may 2009

And its another train journey, this time its to home. But does the struggle ends, any way I have got used to it. It had been an amazing trip. The Lord helped us to travel and minister in four states. Starting from tamil nadu to Goa then to karnatka and finally in Kerala. It was indeed a tiring tour, but a indeed an eye opener which I can’t share much.

This train seems to be like any other train which has more passenegers than the seats and more luggage than the capacity. Don’t know whether the driver knows it or not.

Travel in a 2nd class brings the real out of everyone. I got in and soon did many nursing students who just took the compartment with their laughs and giggles. It is a strange feeling to be surrounded by girls, as if you are the last man on earth. The trouble is you feel as if all your movements are being watched. And you even cough in such manner, that you have to tell yourselves twice that you actually coughed. And those stylish looks and trying to give that I am cool look. It wasn’t cool as more friends joined in. and they started taking liberty by moving my luggage. For a moment I thought getting angry can help, but then whats the deal,you gotta travel with them 2 days. So as usual lets adjust. They had luggage as if they were going to settle in an island. Now all over I coud see was bags, bags and more bags, between them sat my sweet and innocent bag, which didn’t know why was he being pushed here and there.

After a few station, we witnessed the entry of two nuns in my kingdom, which was now ruled by many. They too had what you call bags, but it seems they carried the tag sensible. Will they adjust I said, did they hear it. I took guard to see what could be a yelling fest between nuns and almost ladies. But I was wrong as I had been on several occasions. Younger nun opened her mouth and it seemed as honey dipped out of her mouth, with those words which I was forced to do…LETS ADJUST.

Just an evident testimony of why people respect the Christians.