Mood on a Swing

I am just sad, a sad lad. My eyelids feel heavy, brain is foggy. I’m in that state where I can think of a hundred things and make myself sad. Like, ah the weather is so beautiful but I can’t go travelling. I want to go for a run but I’m feeling lazy and my legs are tired. I feel dirty, I need to shower but it’s too cold to get wet. I wish my friends lived next door. I wish people could understand my deep inner emotions. Stuff like that you know, but who wants to go down that lane.

What can I do instead?

Make a sandwich? Done. Drink a cup of hot coffee? Done. Watch a crazy TV show? Done. Wash my laundry? Done, I just need to remove them from the dryer. Read a book? Done. Play video games? Done.

I guess this is another problem, I’m too good, I’m too cool, I’m also a fool.

Okay, I think I am feeling better now!. Time to go and throw out the trash. Trash all the sadness and negativity that’s pulling me down.

That was easy, all I had to do was dwell on those feelings, write them down, shout them out, and understand what’s wrong. Now that I’ve given those emotions some attention I feel I am ready to take on the world. But hey, I am just a lad, not a sad one anymore, a normal lad.

State of the Religious

What is this religion for which we fight?

That we are so passionate and proud about..

Does it teach us to beat people?

Harm them, murder them, or hurt them?

If it does, then why are you standing by it?

If it doesn’t, then why are you doing it?

 

Religion is staying together and showing mercy.

It is loving one another and being at peace.

It is about making the world a better place for our children.

 

 

 

A simple chai

A misty morning.

I watch Ganesh get out of his gunny sack and stretch. The streets are wet due to the mist in the air. It must have been a pretty chilly night, I wonder how Ganesh manages to sleep every night on the street and wake up with a smile.

His wooden cart is always parked right by his side. Ganesh wakes up every morning and makes Adrak wali chai and hot badam milk with honey in his chai thela. I can never miss his garam chai every morning and on rainy days. We all have fond memories of drinking chai in the rain and I guess this is one of mine. Every time it rains, I run across the street to his thela and say,  “Ganesh, one hot ginger tea please..” and hand him ten rupees. He smilingly nods and gives me my sweet cup of tea which I sip and enjoy while watching the rain.

I do not know much about Ganesh, I’ve never given it a thought. I have always seen him selling chai opposite my house and all I know is that I associate my fond memories of growing up drinking badam milk and tea in the rain under his chai thela. He must be everyone’s favorite in the neighborhood, rich and poor stop by his stall to drink his tea. I wonder why I am giving it so much thought? I guess I am only thankful because every time I look at his stall I subconsciously smile. The little pleasures in life come from the simple things that people do towards humankind.

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Shame

Day 85

Who ever says,

Giving birth is a wonderful feeling

Is lying.

You are fooled into believing

About it being a beautiful feeling.

It is but only a responsibility,

It is hard work,

It is expectations and emotional distress.

Stop following the herd.

Stop populating the world

That is already over-populated.

Open your eyes India look around,

You are feeding those innocent mouths

By stealing,

By becoming inhuman

With greed

With a selfish hope

That they will be your only support

When you are old.

Can Do Better?

Day 78

I wish the world becomes a better place to live.

No misery, treachery or guilt.

All I wish for is –

Happiness, harmony and peace.

Each of us spread love, bring smiles

and care of the betterment of the other.

We need to be better humans with every passing day.

Is it fair for me to still hope this way?