Mercy Killing

July 30, 2009 at 9:29 pm | Posted in Fick-shun, Random Rants | 1 Comment
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He looked into her eyes and it happened. It always happened that way. And it unnerved him. It felt as if she could see through him – his deepest secrets. his darkest desires, the love that he had for her, his insecurities, his fears – He felt naked. He felt lost in her gaze. Her gaze always intimated him, it asked him questions he couldn’t answer.

And he loved her for that. Loved her for her aura, for her presence, for her beauty, for the truth she held in her heart, the sincerity that screamed in her words. He loved the challenge that she was, but he knew this had to end. And it was time it did.

So he handed her the piece of paper he was so tempted to burn away. “Your eyesight is perfect, you won’t need my services anymore!” – He smiled as she took that paper and left the room. And in that moment he killed himself again.

Grief is all I can give…

July 27, 2009 at 6:25 pm | Posted in Random Rants, Unsuccessful Poems | 4 Comments
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You try seeing in my eyes,
your dreams materialize,
a home, kids, some love, security,
but Grief is all I can give…

You hold my hands
and try to feel,
a warmth that isn’t real,
No, care isn’t there too,
For Grief is all I can give…

As you listen to my heartbeat,
trying to hear your name,
and the music of resonating joy,
Still… Grief is all I can give you…

Leave before its too late,
for the broken heart
you may blame your fate,
you may blame me, curse me
you will cry,
but you’ll forget this
Let the tears dry,

Please leave before its too late,
Leave and we’ll live,
for Death and Love do both believe,
You will forget
but you won’t forgive,
‘Cause Grief was all I could give…

 

(I don’t know to whom the pic above belongs, but I love it. If its yours, claim credit. You deserve it. Because it is lovely. Because the man and the tree are lonely. The sadness speaks in silent words.)

A Day in the Life of Mumbai…

July 20, 2009 at 3:05 pm | Posted in Comic-giri, Random Rants | 9 Comments
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After being inspired infinitely by the works and words of:

here is my little attempt at making a comic. Special thanks to Toondo for making this easy though I hope you were easier to use..!
There isn’t any humor in this – just the cold blooded fact, the frail nature of our internal security. If you find this offensive in any manner, please report it in the text box and I’ll see what I can do about it.
P.S.: My blog template isn’t comfortable enough for this, I suppose, so kindly bear with me. One day when I become as creative as  thecomicprojectflyyoufools, brainstuck or meerasapra– maybe then I’ll have a comic page of my own.. 😛
Just in case you think I am trying to make fun of the situation – I am not – this came out of this blog post I wrote elsewhere –
Often on any friend’s or acquaintance’s birthday, ‘Have a blast’ used to be a part of the birthday greetings.. But of late, this greeting makes me increasingly perturbed.. With bomb blasts taking place all around the country – Delhi, Hyderabad, Mumbai, Malegaon, Varanasi, Assam – I wonder if this saying remains a greeting anymore..

For me it was very hard to imagine that someone can blow off people at Lumbini park or the Jama masjid in Hyderabad, where I had been an unsuspecting tourist an year ago.. These incidents brings the irony of Kashmiri people to fore, where terrorism and bomb blasts are a part of their daily routine..

When I heard of the serial bomb blasts in Delhi or in Varanasi, the first reaction was to call members of the family, to ensure their well-being.. So as long as I don’t hear my sister’s voice on the cellphone, who just escaped the Connaught Place blast by minutes, I’ll be disturbed..

India like many countries, big and small, is gripped by terrorism. But what is disturbing here is that in the absence of a strong central intelligence organization, and constant bickering and bureaucratic influence in the one that exist, Explosions have taken an almost casual appearance.. Every now and then a city blows up, people die, people survive, sketches are made, theories are formed, press conferences held, suspects arrested and the trials continue.. All this amounts to zero, even Newspapers and TV channels forget in the course of time.. Until another blast and then another..

Still if you find it ‘sick’ or otherwise – tell me about it – and I’ll delete it.

by shantanuadhicary | Create your own Cartoon at www.toondoo.com

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