A New Beginning

This blog started out because there was one topic i really wanted to write about. When that was done, i really had nothing to write about(or so i thought).

So, with no material, all i posted was some of the poems i'd penned down.

And when that source dried up, this blog's been stagnant, to say the least.

...

Yesterday, a friend tells me to get my act together and start posting.

So here i am, posting.

There will be more articles to come(hopefully!), so read up!

~A new Dawn, A new Beginning~

Of Harbingers and Messiahs

For everytime we die,

we blind our eyes.

Fool oursleves to oblivion;

try as we might

we still belong to others,

to others struck by grief,

to others saddened by anger,

to others, all our life.

An opening couldn't take us

but the close shall.

As goblins dance in our midst

filled with hope and despair, we

give upon life, as we

are doomed.

Doomed, till 

another day, in another world

we have a saviour, a harbinger, who

stems our belief, our once proud lives.

who delves into us, not realising the depth,

but rise he shall.

A messiah, a messiah of war, not peace.

a messiah of propaganda, of self centred belief.

Its time. Prepare yourselves. It has arrived.

TO DOOM WE FORTH !

Such a ... new day

huh. new place. new house. new streets. new school. damn, ive shifted again. This time to bangalore. My first thought about this place was that it sucks. with an S. After Delhi, the people look backward, i feel they think backward. But, im resigned to my fate. Something good may come outta this.
So, ive completed 10 days here. This place ain't that bad after all. And im not as much as angst ridden that i thought i'd be. i still feel frustrated at being havta move again, but well, its not as if i had a choice. So. Here i am now acclimatising, hoping to find friends who're worthwile and yu can sit there and sympathise me. Ha. i dont need ur sympathy. Are yu listenin God ? Goddamn you God...

Rock the World

We are the byproducts of a war,
the war...of a mankind consumed in itself.

We are what they're wanting us to be,
to be...a new age of dangerous breeds.

Rock the world
from the tree tops,
kill yourself
while trying to draw,
a pail of intellect, dangerous.
Kill our world is what it wants.

Thinking on its own accord,
dying of disregard.
We don't need an apparatus,
controlling minds, controlling our words.

Rock the world
from the tree tops,
kill yourself
while trying to fall,
hold yourself, above their pride,
destroy you,
is what they just might.

A trucking thought

This is not one of your usual looong blog posts. Its just a passing thought.
I recently was on a road trip and I remembered sumthing I had always seen. The back of trucks [and their graffiti]. I wonder what makes them paint so many phrases. In any case they're quite informative, like- Awaaz Do [the avg driver needs no reminding though], but then there are useful ones like-'Use dipper'[even though the truckwalla himself might not be usin it], also- 'Wait for Side'.
So really, as it can be seen, trucks are the real back bone of the country. :

WAR ?

~Believe me, the inspiration for this 'pome' was stemmed from the english literature book. 'War ?' is also a SYSTEM song, but it seemed apt here~


As you wake up to blaring horns,
In your tent at early morn’;
You feel the gut in your stomach.
You set your locks, and spread the word,
Its time for battle, for War is here.

Chariots ready, Swords drawn;
Spears taken, Armors worn;

Looking for peace to fail,
Hoping to hear of the widows’ wails;

They will be slaughtered, they will be wept,
Fear not, as they are inept;

The time has come to defend your land,
Repay each drop of blood, with your own hand;

Stand for kills, not for peace,
And you will be honored beyond belief.

It is time to stand up and
Hold your ground,
Steady yourself you’re on an ants’ mound.

Put to use of what you know;
The time of battle has arrived.
Arrived with an ugly face,
Of lies and demeaning grace;

Embrace death like your own,
Stab it through when it takes you home.

Return from war with all your glory,
Let your sword not speak of the gory;
Let your axe not speak of your heinous deeds,
For war is over-‘tis time to make merry.

Gender Issues

All right. This is a post i had never thought cud be published on my blog, but here it is. A lot of you wudve your own opinions on it, so just comment !

Like we are taught in every single class that men and women are equal. So, there shud be equal job opportunities, equality everywhere. So, the question im goin to answer here is :

ARE MEN AND WOMEN REALLY EQUAL ?

1. Im certainly not against women equality.
2. The answer starts here.
There shud be equality, no doubt on that. But the notion of men and women being equal in all aspects is quite wrong. I'll tell you why.

The ancient society system here[we're only considering India now], has been subjected to harsh criticism on the grounds that men and women had been assigned different roles by the society...whereas they shud have equal access to the facilities. I say : That system WAS RIGHT. If you take genetics, brain functioning, and simple logic here, you'll understand why.
Women are weaker than men in physical strength. We all know that. But do all of you know why this is ?
Men are wired in the brain very differently than women. Men are wired to be assertive, strong, aggressive...why? simple - to hunt. Women whereas are wired to protect the nests. That is the reason why they are homely and stuff. Ever observed, when your mother sleeps, even the smallest sound of water dripping from a tap cud disturb her? This happens since women require the edge over predators in defending the nest. That is the reason why her ears are unusually sharp at that time. One more thing, ever seen your mother cooking ,while reading instructions and talking on the phone at the same time ? Another ques : Have you ever seen your dad do 3 different things simultaneously ? Its no. When your dad reads the paper, he usually doesnt respond...this is only because women are more adept at multitasking than men.

I presented this arguament to my bio teacher and she says that it is stopping now...there is no need for a woman to stay at home now. Yea rite...do humans also start leaving their kids to care for themsleves like croc kids ?

Current:
Recently the different grand slam associations decided to present the same amont of money to men as well as ladies for winning. But why? Men slog out 5 sets...while women at the maximum compete for 3. Against this, im usually argued by people saying that women are not at that physical level to play 5 sets...so i say - why give them equal money ?
Lete them play 5 sets and just give them equal winnings.

While discussing gender reservations in out sociology class...one of my good friends - Katyayan - said this : "If women want reservations in educational institutions, they shud first accept they are inferior, then take reservations as they want."

He is quite right by the way...reservations are only meant for "the weaker sections of the society". Women say they want equality...then ask for reservations too ? Dead hypocritic in my opinion. This applies for other reservations based debates too.

Your comments people.

p.s. I'll write my next post only if i'm not killed by women because of this.