Where the mind is in fear

Where the mind is in fear

and the head is in gloom and pain

Where knowledge is enslaved

Where the world is being broken up into fragments

By narrow domestic walls

Where words come out from manufactured lies

Where hollow praises and gloating attain puerile crescendo

Where the stream of reason is a muddy quicksand

In the dreary desert sand of dead habit

Where the mind is led forward by coterie

Into submission and eternal flattery

Into this hell bent fiefdom, dear father

let not this country awake.

Hindutva - The Cancer Within

Long back, when i was still in the habit of reading vociferously, a paragraph from a Robin Cook novel, caught my fancy. My love for words and phrases and concepts expressed beautifully with language leave a mark in my memory. I scoured the internet, since i didn't quite remember the title, and finally fount it, Fever. In the prologue, he elegantly described cancer cells.

The poisonous molecules of benzene arrived in the bone marrow in a crescendo. The foreign chemical surged with the blood and was carried between the narrow spicules of supporting bone into the farthest reaches of the delicate tissue. It was like a frenzied horde of barbarians descending into Rome. And the result was equally as disastrous. The complicated nature of the marrow, designed to make most of the cellular content of the blood, succumbed to the invaders. Every cell exposed to the benzene was assaulted. 

After the benzene molecules had been washed away by repeated surges of clean blood, the marrow could have recovered except for one stem cell. This cell had been busy for years turning out an impressive progeny of white blood cells whose function, ironically enough, was to help the body fight against foreign invaders. When the benzene penetrated this cell’s nucleus, it damaged a very specific part of the DNA but did not kill the cell. It would have been better if the cell had died because the benzene destroyed the fine balance between reproduction and maturation. The cell  instantly divided and the resulting daughter cells had the same defect. No longer did they listen to the mysterious central control and mature into normal white blood cells. Instead they responded to an unfettered urge to reproduce their altered selves. Although they appeared to be relatively normal within the marrow, they were different from other young white blood cells. The usual surface stickiness was absent, and they absorbed nutrients at analarmingly selfish rate. . 

They had become parasites within their own house.

Today when i look around me, i see something very similar. Friends, family and ordinary people, in almost every way, they look or feel not any different from me. In all respect, they look almost a very good duplicate copy. But like the story above, there is something very different in their DNA now. They have been changed into a cancerous being, like the white blood cells that were laced with benzene.

Hindutva is cancer that is spreading in India, amongst the Hindus. Claiming to be exactly the same as Hindu religion, supposedly espousing the dharma of righteousness, these cancerous beings are actually seeking the blood of other populace, be it the Muslims, Dalits or rational thinkers. Akin to the cancer cells within the human body, Hindutva supporters are multiplying at a very fast rate, virtually taking over the thinking space.

How do you cure yourself of cancer? It is a tough fight, where you have to literally sacrifice parts of your own body, even if it only provides a slightly better chance of recovery. Hindutva eradication is possibly tougher and virtually impossible. Nazi Germany had to be cleansed through a world war. Hindutva cleansing will possibly require something very similar within India. The cancer is all prevading and multiplying at a great rate. Ironic as it seems, it only fair to say "God help us!"

Modern Age

Modern Age

Supposedly, we live in a modern age

Where technology, information is the rage

Everyone, seems to know everything

Knowledge fountains, on every internet page

No matter, what we read, hear or observe

Blurred lines, separating the true from false

People they see, what they want to see

No time to question, or find some sense

Right against Left, we fight one another

Nation, people divided, brother against brother

A majority, discontent with sacrifices made

The rest stay quiet, uneasy midst this pother

Democracy we claim, many privileges we wave

A choir full of voices, unity in diversity we rave

Choked, suffocated and masked to a murmur

Sanity silenced, shaming people to behave

Mercy and peace, brotherhood and respect

Oft acquiesced, or all of it very suspect

An ogre inhuman, biting hands that fed

Teary trail of blood, all thats left to inspect

Shooting, lynching like there is war to wage

Shouting rioting mobs, very difficult to gauge

Everything, is now local and very very vocal

Surely, this must be signs of a modern age

Poem Hunter (Modern Age). Inspired from Modern Times by Bobby Sands

Feku on a Lala Trip

 Feku on a Lala Trip

Child rape all over the place
But Feku’s on a lala trip

Angry people the only saving grace

Tho’ Feku’s on a lala trip

His sangh shouts a god’s name
While Feku’s on a lala trip
Polarizing, its all a shame
But Feku’s on a lala trip

Shah & men execute his evil plan
With Feku on a lala trip
Usurping states, agencies they can
While Feku’s on a lala trip

Baba and Yogi running the roost
‘cause Feku’s on a lala trip

Bhakts ‘n Cows all getting a boost
While Feku’s on a lala trip

Indians now, hating each other

Divided communalized, Brother vs brother

Its becoming difficult to live on,
Blood spilling and being spilt on

Year ago he sucked out the cash
For Feku’s lil lala trip
demonetization, it left a big gash
With Feku’s lil lala trip

Was all that money we made last year
For Feku on a lala trip?
How come there ain't no money here?
Hmm! Feku’s on a lala trip

You know I just about had my fill
Of Feku and his lala trip

Maybe that’s just that magic pill
Join Feku on his lala trip

My poem, inspired and or an imiation based of the song by Gil Scott-Heron's "Whitey On The Moon". The poem or song, Whitey on the Moon, appeared in his 1970 album, in the background of the 1969 Moon landing. It attempted to characterized the achievement juxtaposed with the racial divide on the ground.

Today's India is not very different. Space Launches, IPL, Gold Medals, Thousands of Crores in Corruption, Financial Bungling, Tallest and taller Statues, and Lala Foreign Trips

I Love My Country ...

India is my country. 

All Indians are my brothers and sisters. 

I love my country, and I am proud of its rich and varied heritage. 

I shall always strive to be worthy of it. 

I shall give my parents, teachers and all elders respect and treat everyone with courtesy. 

To my country and all my people, I pledge my devotion. 

In their well being and prosperity alone lies my happiness.

These words still ring true in my ears. But when i see what is happening now in the country. I am saddened. Deeply saddened. I wonder if the government yesterday and today realizes what they are doing to the fabric of the nation.
I have hope that we will outcome all this.
One day. Soon!

Bhagwan Hai Kahan Re Tu

Bhagwan Hai Kahan Re Tu ! Hey God ! Where are you ?
If anyone has any doubts on the sincerity of this movie, and its position about one religion or the other should listen to this song.

Hai suna ye poori dharti tu chalata hai
Meri bhi sun le araj mujhe ghar bulata hai
Bhagwan hai kahan re tu
Hey Khuda hai kahan re tu

Such a soul stirring songs, that it should remove any hatred that you might otherwise have developed (if at all) while watching the movie. Clearly people who hate this movie, havent watched it. Fake God Men are not the same a God. For that matter, even 'real' God Men are not the same as God. They are, at best, described as agents. They may do good things, they may serve the society and help rid us of evil, but that does not make them Gods to be worshiped.

But that is exactly what we human beings end up doing. We look at these messiahs and then convert them into Gods. We then look around and hurt those who dont believe in these messiahs. People who do not accept one particular messiah are considered non-believers of God! Think of the foolishness we perpetuate.

Before coming to America, i used to think that this evil division of humanity, was a facet of Indian culture. Now i understand that is an universal truth. Education has no relevance, in fact sometimes they are easier fooled than the poor ignorant masses. And we all end up fighting each other. Christianity vs Islam vs Hinduism vs Jewism vs Buddhism vs Scientology vs Atheism. Unfortunately the people who get hurt are Christians, Muslims, Hindus, Jews, Buddhists, Scientologists, Atheists etc. More so the commom folks, who are simply happy worshiping anyone who would deliver to them of their daily bread.