Sunday, November 30, 2008

Shaken..not Stirred


I remember today, once I had gone to watch a movie at PVR Select Citywalk with some friends. We were stopped by the security guard as we had carried our bags (which was not allowed).

We requested, argued, fought with him to let us go, but he just wouldn't let us in, finally our 'I card' helped us out, and we got away, with the bags!!

Maybe the terrorists which bombed Delhi, hit Jaipur, terrorised Mumbai were successful because of people like me/us.

How many times has it happened that we have used our 'VIP' status, our contacts to get away with such things...the security personnel is doing his work...we stop him from doing that, and then in the same breath we mock the security and the law enforcement agency for not doing anything!!

It is said that the police, the government is a reflection of the society they belong to; isn't it right....
Don't they reflect us...our chalta hai attitude....

Time for some questions to be asked...

Why is that India is such an easy target for these attacks?
Why is that after 9/11 the US hasnt seen any other terror attacks, whereas we....lost count of the attacks that have happened this year.

We choose the leaders and then we blame them...when something like the Mumbai massacre happens...we start blaming them, we are ignited, we start thinking to do 'something' for the country.

Well, that too as long as the 'memory' is fresh...

I am sure that all the talks of being together, fighting, doing something will be lost after a few days....maybe as soon as the Indian Cricket team plays it's next match...we will go back to our lives....the same routine of living our lives....earning our livelihood....people like Raj Thackray will come back again in the forefront...

We will once again wait for the next attack to shake us...from our slumber.

I don't want to go on and on, but end it with just one question.

Mumbai has shaken us...but has it stirred us enough...???

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Bulleh! to me, I am not known


Not a believer inside the mosque, am I
Nor a pagan disciple of false rites
Not the pure amongst the impure
Neither Moses, nor the PharohBulleh!
to me, I am not known
Not in the holy Vedas, am IN
or in opium, neither in wine
Not in the drunkard`s intoxicated craze
Niether awake, nor in a sleeping daze
Bulleh! to me, I am not known
In happiness nor in sorrow, am I
Neither clean, nor a filthy mire
Not from water, nor from earth
Neither fire, nor from air, is my birth
Bulleh! to me, I am not known
Not an Arab, nor Lahori
Neither Hindi, nor Nagauri
Hindu, Turk, nor Peshawari
Nor do I live in Nadaun
Bulleh! to me, I am not known
Secrets of religion, I have not known
From Adam and Eve, I am not born
I am not the name I assume
Not in stillness, nor on the move
Bulleh! to me, I am not known
I am the first, I am the last
None other, have I ever known
I am the wisest of them all
Bulleh! do I stand alone?
Bulleh! to me, I am not known