Wandering n Wondering..!

where is the sun??
where has he gone?
resting after the break of day
under the blanket of cloud
or simply fooling around
with a desire to play

where is the sun??
why has he gone?
he has his night
to rest or to play
his shine so bright
brings joy and gay
dare he not think right
to keep it away

where is the sun??
how can he go?
taking the merriment along
leaving me dim and glum
like the odes of a sad song
echoed in a monotonous hum

where is the sun??

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Posted by Dee wana at 10:15 PM | 2 said something..  

Labels: poem

3 MONTHS AND 6 SIX DAYS since I have updated this Blog.. but not very long since my futile attempts to post something have been drained in vain.. Plethora of thoughts fluttering restlessly finding no solace in the unending drought of words.. The words have gone for a vacation and the titillating thoughts are left to rot.. 'I am at a loss of words!!' 'Oh Gosh! I have lost my writing spark!!" I complained, which received sharp responses like 'When did you ever have a spark???'
Friendly advice or smack of reality, this is not helping my situation... A writer's block, scribbler fear or whatsoever.. I needed some way to circumvent this ordeal of mine.. Therefore I have decided to throw the gates open.. let the flood of thoughts rush through.. picking words at will.. So my dear readers, this is more of a cleanliness exercise than the randomest post that I have ever written; to regain my lost 'spark' (I am still convinced I had one!!) and henceforth continue to entertain and enlighten my audience with my posts as ever before.. Brace yourselves and enjoy the ride!!

Taking stock of the situation and retrospecting the past 3 months, the ordeal found its roots in Germany. My first overseas trip which apart from letting my ordeal grow forced me come to terms with some discarded, forgotten and mostly unknown practices like punctuality ( I had to refer to get the correct spelling!!). A completely ridiculous practice where a couple (two precisely..) of minutes off track immediately makes you 20 minutes ahead of schedule. If punctuality is one sickening thing.. there is Traffic which could not get any worse.. surprisingly Germans take traffic and discipline in the same breath (and they are not profoundly fond of antonyms) .. chaos, the rule of our roads is something you immediately begin to crave for once you call it truce with punctuality and commute along with the public transportation... and where are the potholes and speed-breakers hiding?? why are they ashamed to be on the roads.. As a pedestrian accustomed to living on the edge, the least you can conveniently expect is a vehicle or two zip past by oblivious to your existence.. but in this looney land when a pedestrian accidently treads on to the road on a wrong signal, the commuter along with the rest of the country comes to an abrupt halt.. everything comes to a standstill and the clock would only resume ticking once the alien now startled pedestrian plays along all the notes of the striped piano-like crossing...

If this could be termed Utopian, then the people of Germany, their delightful wooden homes with pleasing lawns, the scenic pathways and vibrant colors throwed everywhere with the finesse of an artist, look like the characters and stories jumping right out of a fairytale... Beauty so placid yet overwhelming to the extent of pissing you off.. because such beauty can only be imagined or dreamt of and its hard to believe such imaginations taking tangible forms and playing in front of your eyes.. As and when your senses get acquainted to such staggering beauty, Germany pulls another rabbit out of the hat dwarfing the senses with dazzling display of wonders..

Exciting the senses, pumping vigour became the order of the day.. day in, day out, weekday, weekends and on one such lively weekend I crossed borders into the land of cultures.. city of history and romance.......
watch this space for more...

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Posted by Dee wana at 9:28 PM | 3 said something..  

Labels: aboutme, people

1. I am an Aquarian with a strong influence of another sunsign, which I am really not sure of..
2. I was born lefty, forced to mend my ways 'right' and now I end up hanging in between
3. I am not fond of babies and I am sure they reciprocate the same feeling..
4. I love music, the kind varies depending on my mood and AR Rahman is God..
5. Small acts of kindness, unexpected sacrifices, complete trust and affection.. this is how I define God.. nothing beyond that..
6. I always wanted to be a VJ (not for aditya music!!)
7. I have seen myself as a navy captain and sometimes as a pirate.. i wasnt sure what i really wanted to be.. pirate for the likes of me!!
8. sprinter (when I unexpectedly came first in a 100m race), fast bowler (this lingered on till i completed my schooling), wrestler (only to represent India in wwf, now wwe)
9. Also dreamt of being an actor and at least do a negative role in movies...
10. I have only played the role of lady characters (Portia from merchant of Venice and some illiterate's suffering daughter in a play about 'save the girl') and flowers (a blossoming sunflower!!) in my school.
11. There is no teacher in my school who has not punished me.. I was even flogged on my bottom in front of the class by the principal!!
11. I want to write a book and if things go right be a famous author and open a bookstore when I reach retirement
12. I want to own a chopper and keep it as a treasure.. but I dont think I have the personality to carry off riding a chopper.
13. No movie in a theatre or missing a mouthful of delicious chicken biryani for a week can make me go restless..
14. I want to grow a moustache, a shorter version of handlebar moustache coupled with properly groomed short hair..
15. I hate six packs, but I certainly want to take a picture with 'well toned' my muscular self posing in the middle of a gang of beautiful gals in their bikinis..
16. I was short and dark when I was a kid and had erect hair like a porcupine adding to my short frame.. now only the porcupine seems to be resting..
17. I like cockroaches.. perhaps for their agility and survival capability..
18. I dont like teddy bears and any soft toy in general.. they are cute and soft and make me jealous..
19. One movie that freaked me out was 'The ring' and it scared the ghost out of me for one whole week.. since then I got impervious to horror movies
20. Must see places.. Grand canyon, Egypt, Japan and if possible the moon..
21. I dont like the moon, its dull and ugly look only makes it worse..
22. I hate to be distrusted much more than be disliked
23. I will have twin daughters (Trishna and Tamanna) and I will call them chinky and pinky.. :)
24. I hate sitting idle or lazying around.. I'd rather be dissecting a mosquito..
25. And I am Deepu, Mr. Deepu.. thats my full name..

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Posted by Dee wana at 6:22 PM | 1 said something..  

Labels: aboutme

slums and the sumptuous
live under the sun
rags and ritz
share the moon
and the star lit glitz;
poor and power
breathe in air
bleed out blood red;
abandoned and abundant
all so similar
yet so different...

A bird builds its nest
it takes no loan..
seize no property
on this planet
which belongs to it
as much as
any living being;
why do humans
deny and divide
that worldly right??

Perhaps life is a vicious cycle, where death is only a transition from one form of life to the other.. Death upon our planet might lead to, on a religious note, heaven or hell of the newer form of life.. On that hypothesis, our life here might also have been the heaven or hell of a previous version of our life.. Taking cue from religions and confining only to our planet, heaven or hell would be judged based on the deeds in that particular form of life.. If you are bad or at least proved to be so, you are cursed to live your life in hell and dumped in the slums.. If you have done good all your life or claimed to be so, you are gifted a silver spoon and placed in a cradle...

The cursed ones are aware that their life is far more rotten than the slimy surroundings they come to terms with, as for the blessed ones they are loved, cared and live a healthy life...
A singing talent might bring out stage performances, Indian Idols accompanied by applause out of the blessed ones and the same talent can make the other kind blinded, (with chilly powder stuffed into their eyes or the whole eye ball taken out with a spoon like taking a cherry out of the cake) and sing to a larger audience on the roads in the company of horns, swears and loathsome faces...
Blessed ones are always adept with waging wars, racing bikes and cars, building empires and treasuring their toy guns.. The wretched ones struggle to cope with fighting for food, running for their lives, finding shelter and wielding a real gun..

Heaven and Hell is on the same planet, living and surviving in the same place... Born here, they equally have the right to the resources of this planet.. but one is denied of that right and the other enjoys the privilege..

The fortunate ones are few
wretched ones many
the gap is widening
and the difference growing..
I, by sheer luck, am
one among the few...

Inspired from the movie Slumdog Millionaire

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Posted by Dee wana at 11:10 AM | 7 said something..  

Labels: poem, social issues

one of the most sparkling forms of conventions marked by humans in this world is time..
time, for a precise definition, is an indefinite progress of continued existence.. it has been known to exist since the very existence of nearly anything out in this universe.. this continued form of existence of the present, past and the future has been quantified in many forms like seconds, hours, days, months, years, decades, centuries so on...
time in all its forms measuring the progress of events has served us in a multitude of ways..

we have experienced time fly past by.. we have even trudged through the depth of every aching second.. we made time stop for us, stroll back into the past, jump ahead into the future.. sometimes even a fraction of the second was of utmost value and otherwise countless hours went past ignored.. and sometimes the tick-tock simply synced with the rhythmic thrums of the heart..

we had time teach us patience, we had time heal us.. time instilled fear in us, made us insecure and we also have looked for hope through time.. we called time with various names.. we had mornings and mixed feelings for that.. we all loved Sundays, waited for weekends, hated Mondays, cursed Tuesdays.. we had good times, auspicious times, new years.. new beginning to life, new resolutions every year, every week.. sometimes the same ones all the years..

we wait for time.. but time waits for none..
we had time recorded in books, histories, photos, videos, etched in our memories, planned in our organizers, carved on our palms.. but time found no prudence in taking a step back or peeping into the future...

The callous clock has only ticked second by second through mornings, nights, Sundays, weekends, Januaries, Decembers, centuries.. shaping the world personally and globally with every passing moment..

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Posted by Dee wana at 10:13 AM | 0 said something..  

Labels: abstract

In the dawn of 21st century
Fear has a new form
Fear is the name that
shook the world by storm

united by distrust
separated by prejudice
fear seeps in
filling life with malice

in fear we live
day after day
its fear that we brew
every passing day

mumbai witnessed terror
soar to another high
terror that spoke no marathi
and fear no aamchi mumbai...
where was Bal Thackerey??
and his MNS warriors
when their mumbai was torn
and seeds of fear sown!!!

In religions we are
Hindus, Muslims, Christians...
In caste we are
SCs, STs, BCs, OBCs...
In languages we are
marathis, gujarathis, tamilians...
In class we are
rich, middle class, poor..
Today in fear we are
all Indians..
In the fight against fear
let us be Global Citizens...

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Posted by Dee wana at 1:22 PM | 2 said something..  

Labels: poem, social issues

tears of joy
and the soul laments
shards of heart
left cracking;
cracking open a smile
can grief and glee
ever combine?

He knows best
reason knows Him not
He sees your destiny
I tread my own path
can faith and faculty
unite in harmony?

brief moments of yore
like the faint specks of light
shimmering through the night
come to the fore
as the distant stars
the radiant past
aglow under the
umber gaze of the moon,
the stare of present;
can relics bygone
and realm of existence
be intimately bound?

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Posted by Dee wana at 3:38 PM | 12 said something..  

Labels: love, poem