Mr.Hyde's Residence

You're up against yourself. What do you do ? Is it time to fall in line ? To be yet another member of the crew ? Do you follow your heart , and make a fresh start ? Or does everyone's advice now ring true ? In the distant blur of that recurring nightmare, what was it you saw ? Did you peacefully move on ? Or were you filled with a sense of awe ? What did you see ? That prized golden hare ? Or that dreaded death-knell ? The alarm clock ringing in yet another day in hell. Who do you fight ? You're the wrongdoer, and you're also the one who's right . What is the truth you want to see ? Who is it that you want to be ? Are you the one who takes flight ? Or are you the one who puts up a fight ?  The choice is upto you, you see ? Who is it that you want to be ?

Yesterday was yesterday. Today is yesterday, again. And tomorrow wil also be yesterday, yet again. The past holds you like a steel-link chain. While your mind is mutilated by the cane of pain. There's someone standing by the hazy window pane, Smiling victoriously in defeat, saying, "No pain.No gain." Oh wait. Who is that person in this scene so quaint ? Just try and jog down that squalid memory lane. Its like an art movie, isn't it ? All bleakness, and black rain. It is here that you wonder aloud and say, 'Am I really sane ? Isn't sanity something I habitually feign ? What is it that makes me so vain ? What makes me live an illusion, again and again ? I need to escape this intense reverie insane. Because............. I'd rather take the lonely wretched alleyway into the sun. The highway is way too crowded, and I'm carrying a gun.'

A cog in a wheel, thats a cog in another. Too small to be seen; too insignificant to matter ? But it looks upwards, and inwards, and manages to say 'I want to be that mighty entity that the wheels serve one day.' The future is so alluring but forbidding, shining like molten lava as it melts and burns. One day, that day, someday......Are these synonyms for 'never' ?  Does its luck ever turn ? Luck is another thing that the cog thinks about a lot. But at times, like now, it decides to ignore luck and gives its own dreams a shot. This oscillation between motivation and disillusionment is torturous. Little Cog knows not what to believe in- those dreams uplifting or those doubts so monstrous. Heart of heart, it knows its significance. Without its little presence, the mighty machine wouldn't function. But that being said, little cog craves acknowledgemnt and recognition. And thus it awaits its golden hour in anticipation. When it finally decides to upse...

aajkal sher likkhe nahi jaate, uthaye jaate hain... aaajkal sher likkhe nahi jaate, uthaye jaate hain... aajkal shayar raah- raah par beche-khariday jaate hain. Kambakht bhukh mitaai bhi toh nahi jaati...... Arre....Kambakht bhuk mitaai bhi toh nahi jaati.... Agar mitai jaati, toh shayar ki kalam bechi bhi toh nahi jaati....

8845 Metres So I've jumped. I'm here in the air, 3 metres from the peak- where no one has ever been before. You don't believe me, do you ? I don't either. Not anymore. My limbs flail around with a life of their own. The air is very thin and the cold bites my bones. AND I FALL...... 6000 Metres The blood rushes into my head. The wind whips me in my cold and numb face. I can't feel my nose. But I'm thankful. It helps me to forget the pain I shortly stand to face. I descend through the clouds, falling very fast. It took me a lifetime to get up there,why did I quit so fast ? AND I FALL....... 3000 Metres As the air gets warmer, I feel strangely alive. I cry out f   or help, repentant for being so naive. AND I FALL..... 900, 800, 700 and counting...... As the ground approaches, I reminisce about my elusive Everest peak. Its strange how we soothe ourselves with our dreams in times of defeat. What I now face is the prospect of living my remai...

[ Sample scene : Person1 : " yaar anna hazare is the new gandhi. wish we can root out this menace of corruption from our country." Person2: "hmmm..." Autowallah : " Boss, 20 rupya..." {Person 1 takes out a torn 10 rupee note. Conceals it in another 10 rupee note. Hands it over to the unsuspecting autowallah, and walks away smiling at person 2.Person 2 smiles back} ] Why ? Corruption in our country stems from lack of personal honesty. When you cheat in an exam, you're indulging in corruption at your own level. Unless we're personally honest, no amount of show of solidarity with a movement is going to change anything. Its always convenient to cheat. And we are people who crave convenience. We might go and light a candle in support of Anna Hazare today. But does that mean we aren't corrupt anymore ? Corruption in our country, in my opinion, is not purely systemic. It has got a lot to do with how we as a people think. It is deeply entwin...