Confusion@#$%^&....

Forget about today, coz this is not the only day I have wasted,
For the same reason, defeats in the past I have tasted,
Every time when i feel it,
I try to quickly heal it,
By cursing every deed of mine,
And promising not to repeat next time,
But I really give a fuck to it,
Its easy to get going with the flow,
Dude it's dark, shut down the work, y the fuck u trying to glow,
Every time I try to improve ,
Some or the other things get out of groove,
And y the hell I am so infatuated by this LKK (log kya kahenge) factor,
What those insignificant bull shits have to say, they will, with a laughter,
Try make those morrons laugh at ur back,
it symbolises that u are on track.
Am occupied with ppl having two school of thoughts,
One idolizing "hard work" and the other "why work?"
I know what is right,which way to go,
But i have inclined the other way, why ..I don't know...
If he can do , y can't I,
Its a question I even fear to ask myself,
Cause I know there ll be silence after that,
The silence of the graveyards.
Is it the guts ,that I lack,
Or the courage as well,
I think confidence is also a thing I lack in my arsnel,
I don't know what describes me,
Apart from pyramidal structure of bones,
And muscular tissues , tendons and joint,
I am living but does my living has a point,
Creatures like me should have been extinct,
If dodos would somehow approach me today,
I shall make up for them , yes I ll do I ll not sway,
Even "hope" might think I am hopeless a piece,
I am drowning in the waters of reality,
Let me drown please,
I Never would want a lazy ass (me), to live any longer,
Cause if such ppl continue, they'll surely fall prey to an intelligent monger,87
And then I shall regret ,
On my deeds of past,
Nothing would last then... But that regression would last.!

                                                 India "Modi"fied , Yet Again......

Eve of 68th independence day, india brimming with patriotism, the TRICOLOUR waiting to be unfurled and to spread the indianness far and wide, audience gazing with popped eyes, people glued to their idiot boxes, waiting for the "prime servant" to let loose the strings, but......wait a sec, something's missing, where's the "cocoon", i mean where's the protective ,bullet proof glass behind which the all the PPM'S (past prime minister's)  have taken guard along with a thick bundle of handwritten speech (credits: speechwriter)  to address the largest democracy. Are we going to be served with a new dish, something which we haven't tasted ever , even in our dreams probably?? it's just a matter of some minutes, it "ll all be transparent, let not curiosity pounce upon the cat.

And without any much a do, the ramparts of the red fort was occupied by the man of the moment and the strings of the tricolour got the right touch. With the flag rising high ,as proud as the national bird, as fierce as the national animal, and as gentle as the national flower, the differences dropped down to ground level.For "those" 52 secs each an every indian ,from the honourable dignitaries present their to the paperwala who fetched me the printed info, everyone seemed so equal. But the irony is , these precious "52 secs" comes just twice in a year. Simply means we just have 104 secs out of 3,15,36,000 secs to feel that we all are equal .

Well, after a blistering start to the show, it was now the action time! Saying no to the obligatory security , needs a heart of iron, and the "saffron turbanee" clearly fetched an "A" grade in doing so. But that was not the only example of his metal personality and iron heart. The place which made the big veterans forget about their last night supper, the steps of the fort which made butterflies take habitat in their tummy, the humungous gathering which made the words so damn heavy to move out of the fluent speakers, all seemed so petite to him that he himself increased the difficulty level of the "game" by going extempore instead of speaking out the hand written. Why he did so....well in salman khan's word.....he gets "kick" in doing so.

And indeed , his "kick" proved to be a "kickass" for all anti-modi's whose naive objections and obligations  seemed so not worth. I don't remember when was the last time people of india witnessed an extempore, rather a spotless extempore show, better to say a public face off at the ramparts of the red fort.Small changes will cling on to make a big one themselves. At the end of the day its the skills that matter the most. From an "energetic" Mamo  to an encouraging Namo........days have changed...and it would not be incorrect to say INDIA is undergoing the process of "MODI"fication.