Commotion of Emotions

“That’s it! I’m done!” exclaimed Ravi as he thwacked the pitcher down on the deceitful table. “What’s your story today?” asked Neel saving the beer from falling out of the jug. “Same old! That selfish brainless boss of mine! Sometimes I wish to strangle her to death with these very hands and spend the rest of my life in jail, at peace” he strangled the jug instead. “Ah!” Neel interrupted him as he poured a pint out to soothe the daily victim of a horrendous crime, “If you murder her now, you will probably go to jail in your fifties in this country!” “I don’t have that kind of money, or contacts” he took a quick glance at his friend. “But I do”, he replied “Cheers to me and my bill paying friend!” They clanged their glasses hard enough to grab a nearby loners’ attention, who was rather busy, heavily concentrating on the newspaper. He looked at the two in shallow rancour, but the two were too occupied to look back at him. “That despicable bitch!” he

                                                                  Tim and Pumeet On one side of a busy city street stood Tim and Pumeet. Traffic hauled up and down the infinitely long four lane road, as they quaintly waited for the signal to turn red and the traffic to stop. But traffic never stops in India. People who valued time more than their lives crossed the road anyway, while the more intelligent and 'time-rich' ones used the footbridge above. Five minutes had the two wasted arguing how Tim had realised beforehand that visiting the government hospital was a bad idea. The mere density of people inside was enough to scare them away; let alone the eerie vibes and the pungent smell of expired medicine. The world moved in a rush, but Tim and Pumeet stood still, starting at it. An element from the hoi polloi, a thin old man crashed into Pumeet's shoulder and dropped his bag. Pumeet groaned softly jerking away the pain while Tim helped the poor soul collect th

                                                                                                ‘Eid’ literally translates to celebration. It is a unique, placid festival from a religion that allegedly is bent on destroying world peace. Ironically, the root word of Islam means peace, making it one of the most misunderstood religion. Eid does not commemorate an event in history, but demands a share of sacrifice each year – Ramadan. Fitr means breaking a fast and hence ‘Eid-ul-Fitr’ defines the celebration of the breaking of fasts, or the end of Ramadan. A typical Eid morning starts with bathing and cleansing oneself followed by a light diet of dates and sewai, mostly. People from all around the town, or city start gathering at different mosques to offer their Salat (Prayer). People sit in arrays on the floor, or a field under the sky while the preacher delivers his sermons. Hundreds and thousands of people bow together, under an Imam (preacher) to the majesty of an etern

Not many people grab hold of opportunities when they come to them. It's like a 3 year old playing with a gold coin - it's meaningless to him, or he simply fails to see the gravity of the material. Nevertheless, falling down in the first place teaches us to look at the ground while running. But life, as a game of chances offers second chances very rarely. And we as failures, are always on the prowl for them - hoping and praying for second chances. Chances Distilled as water from the clouds, Cleansed like the mud post flood, We stand holding torches - eyes shut. In a field of newfangled dexterity, As chances passing by laugh at our stupidity. Too much time do we take to open our eyes, To realize long ago- the flame has died, And the torch is merely a stone to be lied. We shout, we stumble, we fall, And raze to the ground what once stood tall. Masquerading self in a party of imposters, Pointing out mistakes on everyone else, But just as always