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When the Spark hits..


It was a lazy Sunday morning,I felt everything to be slow and unaware of the surroundings, I was like a crawling snake in my bed till before I heard noises outside..So at last I decided to open the window to see whats happening over there.

I could see crowd of white heads moving along the roads chanting some slogans like
"ji anna ki jai".
I thought it to be some political manifestos,but it does not looked like that so i gradually went down to the road to know about it .To my wonder I noticed a 6 year old small boy over the shoulders of his father giving away some pamphlets,so I took one from him and I was very astonished to look over the crowd it was a perfect mix of all Indians I could see Sikhs, Muslims,christians,hindus ,old people,youths,children and all.

I realized something must have happened, which led to this agitation.I gently looked into the pamphlet,
it said "India against corruption movement" so it made me to contemplate when the fittest  cheat for its bread and butter, no one cares but when it cheats for a bread factory,it smells something fishy and I know its very analogues to corruption - a deep rooted practice in the Indian economy.

I don't know a bit about this septuagenarian.Some people says he is powerless lame man, others retired army havildar and some others social worker.I know clearly that  he is not a graduate from Harvard nor a talented politician from a 150 year old political party but he is a man who has his thoughts coherently synchronized and in resonance with the minds of 1500 million Indians..


Everyday in the roads,in the internet,in the shops we could see busy people buzzing all around running behind their jobs for money,even a single penny has its own story.But what happens when someone like wonderful politicians easily looting their hard earned money.
We pay no concern to it, unless we are involved into it or else we realize it. This old man when he saw the filthy avaricious politicians indulged in unethical money making activities,he simply sat without food,water without any violence and everyone knew he is on the way which led by Gandhiji to express his criticism. Its funny when some "white" politicians refer his style of agitations as nothing short of "black mail" against the "noble" government which strives against corruption.

But it is very clear for a  common man to understands it as not a hunger strike but as a poor old man's agony on  badly selfish people.No one imagined this feeble superannuated man could rise echoes for his voice.Its a trivial characteristics of the awesomely good human race to follow behind a leader or an archetype who unifies their thought, social disgust,feeling.Like Mahatma evolved in 1947 awakening the uniform feeling of independence among every single citizens of India and now its turn for Kisan Baburao Hazare to ignite the "spark", the spark against corruption.


If we steal the public property the Government sues us and we are afraid to do it.But its not the case when someone in power does the same thing, because they mend the laws for their own sake.Anna felt it to be as unfair which led  to the evolution of the Mass movement.Now everyone supports Anna, even the Congress too!


I'm here at Rajghat ,one among a million standing in the rain to hear to this angry old man.
All over the air, its Anna here.But I'm still in the state of confusion so I asked out
"who is Anna??"
"YOU" the answer came from a guy near me.
"huh?? who are you then??", i asked
"mein Anna hum", he said with a smile.
I was confused at first, later I smiled in acceptance.I know this is what happens when the spark hits!

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The feeling of getting high


When I woke up,I noticed I was in an absolute darkness and the silence was haunting me through the veins.I don't know which bloody place in the world am I?
"Is it the Vegas??"
Nah...its not Vegas because  i don't find any white chicks on my pant also I still got my purse fully loaded.

I could remember nothing,my memory was totally washed out,I had never been in such a situation before.After thinking for a while I tried to stand up but I felt a strange pain twitching over my spines with a sensation of "weightlessness",exactly the same stuff explained by my  physics professor when lecturing on Gravitation.I could remember the voice of  professor saying "you may not feel any weight when you are in moon!" 
A  thought rushed to my head said, "Dude are you in moon??O_o "
"Just try moon walking I saY" said an another voice.I was just enjoying the feel on one end but on the other end i was totally confused what the hell had happened to me??

After a lot of struggle I forced myself to search for some food as I was terribly hungry. I dazed around the place trying to recollect the last traces of my memory.
I could remember It was Friday yesterday,and then I looked into my watch It was Sunday 3.00AM..
I easily figured yesterday was Saturday NOT FRIDAY.I was wondering how my brain had stopped registering everything after Friday."Any mystic lightning had struck me?" Nah...I put my hands into the pockets to save it from pacific chillness but I  found some box,when I took it out
It was a case of  "Insignia", cigarette??
"I don't smoke!" I shouted.And slowly I begun thinking on it." Insignia" ,I could fairly guess Raj, my Friend who often puffs out the particular brand. And I simply love the architecture of the box,very cool and stylish "case" like pack and that made me to put the empty box inside my pocket.So simply I concluded I must have met Raj.

I could remember every little thing that had happened to me before 2pm yesterday,before I got call from my friend.I thought what were the possible things that would have happened to me when I and Raj met.All I could end up was with the cool hypothesis of getting high!
We always imagined climbing an Everest in an effortless way.So a simple way is to watch Edmund climb while boozing along with Pink Floyd.And the ultimate result would be a million butterflies fluttering inside your body and that is responsible for the "strange weightlessness".I realized that I felt the same feeling   
"SO I did BOOZE  from 2pm,Saturday??"
"Oh my GOD" that would probably be the longest drinking session we would have ever had."
So where is Raj?",asked  my inner voice
I was worried that he shouldn't have lost in this dark jungle as like he was lost last time in ECR.
All of a Sudden,a dazzling light rushed into my place.
"Fuck its the Sun rise" I said,
I could hardly see anything than hearing a voice saying "Bro Ready for the next round?"..
Its Raj.
"where is the bloody forest are we in??"  I asked
he said " Its my home and we are in my room!"
*face palm*
I thought I had to start the game again!


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This is not the End!


Hey wonderful people!
welcome to the crazy kid's blog.Now your sharp eyes with or without spectacles viewing this spectacular blog(probably in the future) is going to be enhanced with  power of thinking and your mind reading the article is going to see things actually.As like every other blogger in this world i'm going to talk about things I see.So you may think what the hell you going to talk about?
From times in memorial, I remember God has made me to showcase the world with his finest imperfection.
But I think I'm perfect being imperfect.Sharing the imperfection would be the best thing I can share with you,my people!
So I want to say finally "This is not the End perhaps End of the beginning".
Go Insane :)
-PistaBoy