“Pakistan: Terrorists Attack Army-run School in Peshawar, Children Killed”
“Making Islam the focus plays into the hands of terrorists, says former UN negotiator”
“Sydney siege draws on killings in Canada: ‘One terrorist attack galvanizes others’”
“Can Potential Terrorists Be ‘Rehabilitated’?”
“Cyber-Terrorists Threaten Theatergoers On ‘The Interview’”
“Sydney siege: Australia has been struck by the act of terror it feared”
“Sydney-style terror attack could happen in UK at any time, says David Cameron”

Before I share my thoughts, I would like to bail myself out by stating that I have nothing against you guys or whatever I have against you is mostly hatred and pity; since that doesn’t glorify or shame you, I believe it is alright . I am doing this just to ensure that you don’t kidnap my pretty wife or terrorize me with you telemarketing calls. (Am Kidding. You can kidnap my wife)

So apart from trolling social idiots, I also enjoy reading news. All the more, now, because these both have come together to become an unstoppable farce.
The above quoted headlines got my attention this morning because of the word terror and I was wondering what exactly this word means. Pulled up an old abandoned dictionary to see what they have to say and oxford dictionary defines Terror as The use of extreme fear to intimidate people. So the thought is are you guys really “terrorists” using extreme “fear” to intimidate people? I see ‘No’ as an answer. I am not afraid of your cowardly attack on the defenseless children at school and regular people sipping coffee. Not even the injured child from the Pakistani army school, who responded with “I will grow up and destroy these idiots who killed my friends”, is afraid. Yes, you did scar him for life but definitely not intimidated.
So what do you call somebody who attacks innocent, defenseless people who have nothing to do with your state of life? In my part of the world, we call them cowards. In your case I could use better words but my family hates it when I use the word ‘asshole’ so I will stick to coward.
I wonder why you guys attack innocent people. Why not the ones who will shoot the life out of you or better why attack at all? Is it the high you get from the media coverage? I am sure you “Terrorists” do get a high when you read your achievements in the press. And the free PR you get by sacrificing a dozen of your, otherwise useless guys and hundreds of innocent people who could have otherwise done so much good for the nation and the world at large, I think, is really a smart move.
And yes this is not a letter to you outraging about how coward you guys are because your actions speaks for you more than I ever can. But yes I would really like to see a change in how media reports about such incidents.

May be like this.
“Pakistan: A bunch of idiots Attack Army-run School in Peshawar, Children Killed”
“Making Islam the focus plays into the hands of cowards, says former UN negotiator”
“Sydney siege draws on killings in Canada: ‘One stupid attack galvanizes others’”
“Can Potential A**holes Be ‘Rehabilitated’?”
“Cyber-Cowards Threaten Theatregoers On ‘The Interview’”
“Sydney siege: Australia has been struck by the act of cowardice it was worried about”
“Sydney-style Stupid attack could happen in UK at any time, says David Cameron”

Anyways, I have to go now. Got some meaningful work to do like finish an assignment (No, not killing innocent people), visit a cafe (meet a friend over coffee and not to shoot down people), and yes visit an orphanage to help kids with their studies (Surprise, we barge into school to teach not to kill). So good luck with what you call “Revenge” and “Act of terror” because we are not scared but embarrassed that we do have people like you in our society who are nothing but cowards.

To Be

Posted: September 21, 2014 in The Thoughts
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As you walk into the darkness of the chamber,
Leaving behind traces of arousal,
I watch your body sway, close to nakedness,
I hear nothing but the silence of lust
Teasing me to follow into that charm
Yet not asking to be.

Enchanted and lost, I wish to walk along,
To be buried into that darkness that dwells passion
Breaking away from the spell of the black and white
To be lost in the greyness of our own world
Your words flirting more than your body
Just wanting me to be

Demystified I stare at you for I know the end,
Unlike the past, it is puzzling where to begin
To hold myself and lose you in those shadows
Or to be held in your warmth that will drown.
I step into that darkness to be a lost shadow
Or just to be.

Anecdote: Surviving or Saving

Posted: June 28, 2014 in The Things

She walked up to the edge of the platform to find what the four legged mother and her young puppies were staring at and I followed her. Right under the train, between the track and the platform was another young one. The wheels of the train touching the tiny strands of its hair. She looked at me and I knew what I had to do but not sure how to do it.
She asked me to quickly do it.
I jumped down between the compartments and pulled it out. I got back on the platform and minutes later the train moved.
I looked back at the mother as she licked her young one endlessly. With a sense of pride of being a savior and certain fear of possibilities, I walked along with her and that beautiful smile on her face.
As we walked out of the station, I asked her in jest.
Me “What if I something had gone wrong?”
She “I knew that you wouldn’t let me down and more importantly you just saved two lives. The young puppy’s and yours”

I wasn’t sure if I was a savior or a survivor.

Pondicherry, November 2013.

Wrote

Posted: June 20, 2014 in The Thoughts

Often lost and entangled in my own thoughts,
Shying away from words, I have little to say,
Coz underneath this silence, everything rots.
Yet again you walk into my life someday
And ask me to write.

A few words these yet nothing will alter,
Coz we are not us anymore, unlike the past
When words of passion and love knew no fear
I am no more me, you way too lost
Coz you ask me to write.

 

RandomShitAlert

Due to my drinking habits and my screwed up linguistic ability I haven’t made a lot of friends in Kerala and therefore my social circle is restricted to handful of people from work, young people who are photographers, musicians or cinema lovers and some foreigners who don’t judge me for my drinking habits.

I was recently on a look out for a new house as the Mrs was planning to move in with me and therefore I was regularly on calls with a lot of real estate agents from and around Kochi. Around this time I was introduced to this 18 something young photographer from the city. Young, vibrant and very good at capturing moments on his camera, this guy often used to chat up with me and we used to discuss lot of things.

About a week ago, I was with this real estate agent who was taking me around the city to check suitable places for myself. Sitting in a rikshaw, having travelled half of the city and totally pissed for not being able to find a good house and that is when this 18 something friend of mine popped up on the chat. He asked me about my whereabouts and  I informed him that I was a bit busy. He asked me if everything was fine. And then this was our conversation.

Me “Da ninaku Ernakulathu  nalla parijayam ondo?” (Do you have a lot of contacts in Ernakulam?)

He “Avishatil erre onda, JK para JK’kyu enda vendiyada”  (Enough and more. Let me know what you want)

Me “Eda Nalla Weedu noki erangiyada, onnum kittanu illa” (I am out searching for some house,couldn’t find any)

He “Machchan, tension adikyenda, njan opichu taraam”  (Buddy, you need not be worried. I will arrange it for you)

Me “Thanks da. Will catch up with you later

 

I went ahead with the house hunting only to be disappointed and come back home. It must have been around 9 in the night, I was indulged in a book, and that is when I heard my phone calling out for my attention. I lazily walked across and answered ‘my photographer’ friend’s call.

He: “Hello Machcha. You home?”

Me: “Yeah. why?”

He:  “Open the door; I have got something for you. Good news only. Open, no”

I smiled thinking about the ‘No’ as he used it and opened the door. He was standing there smiling wide and his hands extended.

I was wondering what it would be. A lot of thoughts ran through my house hunting occupied head. A key to some beautiful house, somebody’s number who has a house or might be some simple gift were some of my guesses.

I reached out and he slowly placed what was in his hand into mine. I couldn’t recognize what it was until I smelled it. Strongly smelling like weed, tightly packed in a plastic, light and very much confusing.  This was confusing because he knew that I was neither into drugs nor into alcohol and giving this to me definitely didn’t make any sense. The confusion on my face was evident and his smile faded away.

He asked me with a frown on his face “Machchan alle paranje, nalla Weed’u venam enu” (Buddy you told me that you wanted some good weed)

And I could not stop laughing

Furrow of Memories

Posted: February 19, 2014 in Uncategorized

Breathing darkness into my soul,
I wander in this furrow of memories
Seldom do I stop and wonder why I wander,
coz these are memories of nothing but you.

Walking ahead in time still lost in my own past,
I wonder what hurts me more.
If it’s the limitless memories of you
Or the lesser time we have been together.

Let us walk again as we did once,
Relive those moments that we called life
Breathe in some light into our souls,
And wander away in this furrow of memories…. Again.

Playing with Words

Posted: August 26, 2013 in The Thoughts
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He was playing with the words,
His soul floundering within,
Unlearning his life with verbs and verses,
Reading her words and pouring his own
He watched her fade and bicker again
She took them away; his words.

Words set to tease and unperturbed she was,
Thoughts as bait and indifferent he seemed,
Playful again, as they played with words,
Undefined emotions and undesired passion,
Meaningless words to mystical thoughts,
He put them back; her words.

His words escaping her, she watched
Her thoughts intriguing him, he falls
Ardour withheld for the fear of uncertainty,
Love, lust, rage; indecisive and overlooked
Defeating to lose and winning to conquer,
Together they play with these words.

 

 

 

*Written sometime back. A few edits.