A step out from the grave.

It was pain disguised in vain,
as I rise from my grave.
It was cold, life was on hold,
but, in that coffin I'm still that hundred year old.

As I rise I become young
and get over being feeble and have some fun.
As I get out from my cemetery,
I see white ghost counting from one to three.

The smell of ash is in the air,
but that scent is getting on my hair.

As I walk into the city,
the city I called mine,
the fog is getting witty and increasing with every line.

That night as you can imagine,
freezing cold, smell of charcoal and the darkness with no end.
As I walk with many thoughts,
I felt I had pain enough to lend.

My dress is a faded white disgraced,
something happened to my pretty face,
my heart is set ablaze,
my tears go waste.
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"This city was mine", I cried,
Now it's like cheap wine.
I gave my city my full glare,
I knew something happened when I was not there.

I walked and walked and walked and walked walked,
until I did halt and realised,
this just ain't mine.
I took a step back and followed the track
and realised that for all these years it was respect for the grave I lacked.

Now, dead is fine for me,
it's who I'm supposed to be.
After all it sets me free.

I walked with full speed,
now I know death is something I need.
I enter the grave with my head with no rage.
I close the coffin door,
I want nothing no more,
all my wound are no more sour.
My soul can finally rest in peace back,
that in these twenty minutes it lacked.

(Picture taken from the net)

Good= (good*bad)= good2 + bad

Sorry for that unattractive title, have just come from Maths class and it's all I can think about.
Okay, now I am not so good at poetry so this is the first few poems I've written on my blog.
It's actually about my maid, she has been a helper in our house and deserves this. So, here goes...

She will come by our house at seven,
it seems she has dropped from heaven.
Her main concern now ain't money,
but she's wants us to be funny.

That smile on her face,
doesn't depict the miles she's walked to come to our place.
She is a form of god who lives in poverty,
but it seems like she has no lethargy.

As I stare at her face,
which apart from ever thing still has some grace,
She will go to the kitchen and start scrubbing the nickel utensils,
then from nickel she will scrub the other types and after that see if the fruits are ripe.

Yes, she lacks education,
which makes her not have a good occupation.
But, the greatness I see in her ain't the greatness I see in me.

Her childhood was deprived of fun,
then she had three sons.
Now she is is about fifty-three
with grandchildren also equalling up to three.

If you'll she her you'll she a women a women
with cracked and swollen heals wearing a faded sari.
She is also short and stout and has not much to flaunt about,
but her goodness is up and about.
The greatness you see in her just ain't the greatness in me.


( Picture taken from the net, does not belong to me.)

Aren't both of them so similar?

These are both the cats I've had in my life. Aren't they so similar?
The first four pics are Mou 2 and the next four pics are Mou 1.

There it happens again...

Yes, there it happens again, something that has happened again and again and again. This week a series of things that have been in the news starting from the Ruchika case to a little boy falling in an open manhole. Hasn't all this happened before? Actually the title 'This country needs sorting out' would have suited this post but, unfortunately I can't use it again. I speak against injustice (well most of the time) and this is what I will be doing in this post.

A few years ago, there was a boy named Prince who fell in an open manhole and it started happening again and and again, it became like a cycle and recently it's happened again, so no, we haven't learnt from our mistakes.

Most of us know about Jessica Lal's case and we also know about her killer being spotted at a nightclub while on parole because 'he had to take care of his sick mother' who looked fine to me. Like her there was Priyadarshini Mattoo and now there is Ruchika the 14 year old who was molested and traumatized to the point of committing suicide 19 years back. Imagine a 14 year old girl, just in this world for 14 years, she was just my age and I'm sure as vulnerable as me. This girl could have become something great in these 19 years that her friend and family have been fighting for justice. I can't understand how Rathore, her molester can be such a monster, it makes me sick, I have no words for him. He is supposed to be that person who helps people like Ruchika but he was the one who led to her downfall.This is the Ruchika we know about but what about so many Ruchika's who are silent and still suffering.

Hats of to the media for taking on so many things. I think Indian media is very good and very underrated. Yes, they have made mistakes but, they are still good. I also think people who have the courage to fight against injustice should be awarded.

Now going a little back to the past. How many of us remember who Scarlett Keeling is? That 15 year old girl who died in Goa. That has happened again with a Russian tourist and some stupid minister has justified the fact that she was raped by saying 'she asked for it' the same way the fact that Scarlett Keeling's murder and alleged rape was justified. Yes she might have been promiscuous, into alcohol and drugs, her mother might have been careless and she might have had many problems and yes that provokes all this but that does not mean she should be raped and murdered. I have seen Goa deteriorate in front of my eyes, I feel Goa becoming more and more unsafe and I go there almost every year. I would say the only innocent thing in Goa is the beach, a lot of thought has to be put in for the safety of Goa.

How many of us remember that Salman Khan has to be behind bars? Why is this guy out of jail? He has killed people and animals. But, he's powerful right? His films do well right? So, that gives him the right to do what he did right? He has covered up what he's done with that charity that he gives and expects us to forget it. Well, I'll say one thing loud and clear "IN HIS DREAMS".

There are many more things that are going on. What does all this say? That our law and order is going down the drain. That can be seen by many things. For eg- The traffic rule we don't follow. People need to start respecting the law. Is India really on its way to development? Has India and by that I mean India as a whole not Indians, not you, not me INDIA, has India really invented anything new? Is only Economic growth occurring isn't there any Economic development occurring? (Learning Economics, the subject I don't like finally pays of). My dear readers this post might have been long and boring and just some meaningless angst but, There lies one very important message 'Lets break the cycle of injustice' and speak against what we don't like cause we are the revolution. Together we can and we will do it. Peace forever.



(I don't own this picture, it is from the net.)

The train of life....

1st March 1995 around 1.p.m. was when 'the train' started, by 'the train' I mean me. Since then that train has gone places she never thought she would, met other trains , carries more bogies and yes has also gone to a few wrong tracks.

She is currently on the move from the 9th station ( 9th grade) to the tenth station (10th grade). But otherwise this train is quite steady and move on to a new place everyday. She has gone through the sweet valley's of flowers, heard the beautiful melody of the wind and has also got her wheels cut by the thorns and smelt the stink of a dirty station.

This train has a track made for her, but most of the track has to be created by her. This train has certainly been derailed and thrown completely off track, but has never crashed and hopefully won't crash for a long time.

Her bogies are interesting and all of them are different and equally weird.

May this train go many places, may she meet all types of trains, may she produce new beautiful trains, may she end peacefully and most of all may she do what she has to do and have fun.

PS- Taking a peak in those bogies might drive you crazy.

(THE PICTURES ARE TAKEN FROM THE NET, I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THEM).

The Christmas bells are ringing....

Christmas, the holiday season. Snow (well, artificial snow here), cakes, a pine tree, a lit up church, etc. are the constituents of Christmas. I love Christmas it makes me happy, it makes me hopeful. There's the Christmas carol, Christmas decorations, praying and trying to communicate with Santa. Then comes New Year Eve, when we start afresh making resolutions which not many people stick to.

As for me, Christmas day also has some darkness to it, as my previous cat died last year on this day. But this year, I will not mourn. She will always be with me and is with me in the form of my new cat.
May Christmas always be a celebration, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year.
Forever Amen.

( picure taken from the net.)

Remembering the music

Here, I'm sitting thinking about the quality of music has gone down.According to me the quality of music has gone. These are my opinions.I think good music has become a scarce resource. There used to be a certain magic in music. Yes I'm sounding like an old judgemental bird but, I not, I'm just 14 but, I don't listen to much of today's music. I don't know why this has happen. All I want is good music, some thought in composing music. Will there be any legendary bands or musicians in this generation? Will there be anyone who will actually survive the showbiz and compose anything good? Will the quality of music get better? Will there be any fun in the music or will musicians get too self absorbed?

My top 5 bands are (in case you want to know for some reason)-

1. Jethro Tull.
2. The Who.
3. The Beatles.
4. Yes.
5. The Doors.

PS- May good music rise and conquer our minds.

(Picture taken from the net, nini_nunez18)

Differentely Abled kids.

Most of us have met special or shall I say differently abled people in our life. I have know a few kids in fact there is one in my class.

The sad part is that society just does not accept different people. They often get teased, laughed at and are generally not treated very well. Public places like malls, bus stops, theaters and even many schools are not very friendly to such people.

I have met kids with down syndrome, metal retardation (not a very correct word), autism and multiple sclerosis and some physically and visually impaired people. Most of these people have been teased and laughed at but, not many of them have cried, do we realise how strong they are? If someone would tease me to this point I would have cried. Why can't we help such people, why can't we accept them?

But, yes I can say we are changing our attitude, but very slowly. I am talking about 'all' different people, including transgender, or people with a mental disorder.
I admire the courage their parents have and I hope that we change our attitude towards them. I hope we remember we are lucky to be born normal and I will keep hoping...

Rush hour ...

It's the early hour of the morning, probably the most rushed and stressful hour. I am literally hungry for sleep, all I can thing of is sleep. Its cold outside and I'm in my warm bed still in the world of dreams, the time we think that the surreal world of dreams of ours is actually true.

I hear my shrill and unfeeling alarm waking up with much more cheer I must say, looking forward to start its day. All I want is five more minutes of sleep but those five more minutes of sleep can create a problem. Getting ready in the morning is a race. I have less than five minutes to face the world.

Ending this on a more philosophical note, this ain't going to end, so we might as well get used to it. Sigh.....