Average Joe

No iron suit that helps me fly, nor a hammer to bring forth lightning and thunder.
No webs slung from my wrist, nor alien DNA that makes me super.

Just an Average Joe, who fights a greater battle than any superhero does 365x24x7.
A battle he knows he's sure to lose, but keeps going back anyway, to put his back to the grind and push, push, push.

Crashing each night, stripped of hope, bereft of light, waiting for the morning, when the parts will reassemble themselves.

Yes, I'm the Greatest Superhero Alive.

I'm your Average Joe.

A Dream That I Had......

After several minutes of tossing and turning, exhorting Hypnos to bless me, I slowly slip into a fitful state of unconsciousness that gradually turns into deep slumber. And while exploring the strange-normal-familiar-unknown-dark-light alleyways of my sleep world, I meet...the ethereally beautiful Charlize Theron, wearing a turquoise sari and a smile that lights up the entire room!!! And when she tells me that she is coming to India with me, I know that I was destined to have this dream.

When I wake up, after exchange of more smiles, some sweet, some coy, and promises, I realize that although it's still a 34-year-old body, the heart, at least for one day, has gone back to being an 18-year-old that believes itself to be the King of This World.

But was it Charlize I really saw? Or was it someone else??

Was it you???

To The So-Called 'God' Of Cricket

Dear Mr. Sachin Tendulkar,

Retiring gracefully with your dignity and honour still intact is a million times better than f***ing your own legend for the sake of a few million bucks.

Sincerely,
Someone who considered you a 'god' from November 1989 to April 2011.

Helpless, Frustrated Rage

In 1983, Amitabh Bachchan had acted in a film titled INQUILAAB, which showed how an educated young man, unable to bear any longer the shackles of crime that were strangling him, his society, his country, takes up arms and mows down an entire room-full of corrupt politicians. As a school-going kid, I had been fascinated by the film and the strong anti-political message it sent out [though in typical cinematic fashion].

Over the last few months/years, this country of ours has been dogged, indeed, hounded by a legion of corrupt politicians/law-makers/law-keepers. The recent spate of rape crimes against women in general and kids in particular has deepened my conviction that the only way this country can be salvaged is by going the INQUILAAB way.

Take up arms. Don't appeal to the law to act. Take up arms against whoever does you wrong. An eye for an eye may very well render the whole world blind, but blind purging is a lot more preferable than seeing with helpless, fearful, cowering eyes. This country has gone to the gutters. Only a blood revolution can save it from utter destruction now.

Die trying

How do you liberate someone who is a prisoner of his [or her] own soul? How do you break invisible shackles that emanate from one's own heart? How do you wipe away tears that are born in one's own blood-veins?

Maybe you can't. Maybe you won't be able to, ever. But what's the harm in trying, trying and hoping that one day, the barriers will come down, the tears will stop, the shackles will break?

Just die trying. Maybe that's what you've been created for: kiss the tears away, or die trying.

Err...... :-)

Love this photo that my cousin Bukka clicked in January this year, during my 3-week visit to Kolkata. Couldn't resist sharing.

Love

My Love, My Dearest Poison.

My Life, My Beautiful Death.

My Heart, My Heavenly Hell.

My Soul, My Delicious Devil.