a little malice towards thyself

With malice comes this time with some malice towards himself. Things haven’t been right for him for some time now. As he lives another day, sulking, cursing the stars, he doesn’t know what the future has in store for him.
Lets rewind. The problems created in his life are all actually his inventions. That she is not happy and his health is going through a very tough time, both the prime reasons of his tension these days, are both because of his negligence.
He is sad. Doesn’t know what to do. Feels she is beginning to feel the weight of their relationship. Her tiredness is apparent. And he can’t do a thing. At least he can’t think of anything to make her happy at this point in time.
It is not only about him being sad or her being unhappy. It is the fact that their relationship is on the line this time. And he can feel it. He just doesn’t want to do anything, lest he takes a wrong step and swoooosh…it’s over.
But his not doing anything; is it conveying the message to her that he is in a lax mood? Is he? For sure, he is not.
He is trapped. Completely. In a web, created by mistakes of his own.
Will he be able to come out of it this time? Will she be merciful enough to grant him another chance? Will he learn from his mistakes this time? Does he have the answers to these questions?Oh Wednesday, when will thee come?

friends and solitude

Friends and solitude are two words, which go together, holding hands. I have felt it many times in the past twenty-five years. In these years I had been with friends, all the time, but the loneliness came creeping in every time I closed my eyes and saw where I was.
Equations have changed in the past couple of years. After I stepped out of home to find my existence, to earn my livelihood, things changed. I lost the company of my good old friends; solitude crept in, but I made many new ones. Got in touch with people, for many of which, I, my existence, become important.
But things changed again. As my old friends lost me when I stepped in the new world of self-dependence, I lost the new ones I made when they moved on. Solitary again...
By now I have been so used to this solitary mood of mine that it comes knocking in every now and then. And then I am forced to close my eyes.
Honey, as I call my soulmate, is co-incidentally my best friend as well. I know she would not believe this, I wish she would. She always asks me why I am silent. I don’t know. This silence has never left me, and it comes with all the more vengeance each time it goes…
Any answers, anyone?

Dance of Democracy

The page11 Times of India snippet a few days ago was really amazing. I just did not know how to react on the news.
The Press Trust of India report says the Congress party may rope in Slumdog Millionaire kids for poll campaigning. Read it here: http://ibnlive.in.com/news/cong-to-rope-in-slumdog-kids-for-poll-campaigning/86938-37.html
The Mumbai regional Congress committee president saying the party might use the services of Azhar and Rubina—who played the roles of Salim and Latika, respectively—if they volunteer to campaign for the party, shows desperate measures the party is taking.
Engaging stars from the silver screen for their poll campaign is not new for the political parties in India (Amitabh Bachchan participated in the election campaign in support of the Samajwadi Party, Govinda did it for the Congress, Saundarya—the late tollywood actor—for the Bharatiya Janata Party; there are several such instances).
But what makes this new endeavour by the Congress unique is that they are volunteering to engage child actors for their campaign.
Will the plan work or not, it is still to be seen (whether they will go along with the plan or not is also not clear), but I just wonder what these kids (who don’t even have the voting rights, because our Constitution thinks one must be at least 18 to understand who to vote for and why) really know about the parliamentary democracy and how are they supposed to move the minds of the billion plus population of our country.
Though this should not come as a surprise to the most of us, who have often seen scores of kids with paper hats, carrying dhols and shouting the name of a candidate, in exchange of some petty cash before every poll.
It can happen only in India.

And as I was writing the post, the National Dalit Front roped in Pinki (remember the clept-palate girl in the Academy award winning documentary) to campaign for them in the run to the Lok Sabha Polls. (Read the agency report here: http://www.thaindian.com/newsportal/india-news/oscar-winner-pinki-to-be-election-mascot-of-national-dalit-front_100163706.html)

P.S.: Azhar was beaten by his father, who is a tuberculosis patient, on 28 February, since he refused to give interview to a foreign media.