Independence Day Evening

The sun has set for today; the speeches have echoed in deaf ears

indifferent souls having tea in humid summer; 'maoists' shouting in the forests

and 'kashmiris' in the mountains; hunger in the streets and corruption in the corridors of power

statues and parks for bygone 'Netas'; grains rotting away in godowns for the emaciated souls

The non-inclusive forest-dwellers and the land where sun rises

Xenophobic population; identity defined by surnames and caste names,

Sticky brands followed through generations,

Divided by language; divided by birth; by the direction of worshiping god;

by the length of facial hair, color of skin, dialect of language;

Morals only for school kids, with the luxury of daily bread

The sun has set for today and will it rise tomorrow ?

There were people in the past who had souls

Today locked in photo frames and remembered during national holidays

The sun has set for today and will it rise tomorrow ?

India is an administrative convenience

National Integration is a myth. There are no Indians, just north indians, south indians, hindus, muslims and all such things.

Back to cubicle life

Back to cubicle life.
After a hiatus of an year, now the cardboard boxes are back.I am surrounded on 2 sides by them and the employee-collar that makes you one among the pack.
No expectations as of now, but I like the discipline of sitting in front of a laptop for 9 hours and having something which i have to do. Maybe there is nothing like interesting stuff as I have been wandering aimlessly for the past one month without anything to do. I bloody well do not have an intellectual curiosity to pursue, except the occasional browsing of wikipedia.
Maybe It is good.
I am made to lease my mind to corporates for the sum that they credit into my bank account every month. But hey, maybe not. Maybe I will find this job interesting, manipulating minds and systems and processes in my own way. Maybe I will align it with some ambition which I have developed in my mind, conditioned by circumstances, and evolved through time and acquired foolishness
Maybe, just maybe. I will wait and see...

opportunity cost - in the making

This moment could have been a billion other moments
some richer, some merrier, some smoother
and some rougher
but this moment carries the opportunity cost
of a billion other moments
and that weighs on it

freedom

I don't want to be constrained
Not by my thoughts
not by aims,
or by the mirage of success
and the ways of life

I don't want to be constrained
by the riches in future or
fame or fortune
or status or security

not by the virtues of the rich
or the styles of the famous
or the patterns of decisions
or the ways of the world

'Year passed by' - in construction

many more waves passed over the shore
and filled with sands, all scars from yore
many more winds have blown over the desert
and many more suns have risen over the hills
...