Sunday, 30 October 2016

Crazy eyes

Crazy eyes, I see crazy eyes.
eyes livid enough to burn someone down.

She prowls around her prey.
Noticing each and every chick in its armour.
One by one she prepares her attacks,
Waiting only for the slightest provocation.

Crazy eyes, I see crazy eyes.
Eyes livid enough to burn anyone down.

The prey, the fool, gets too close.
Says to much, unthinking and inconsiderate.
She's seen all and there's no stopping her.
It's her against her prey now.

Crazy eyes, I see crazy eyes.
Eyes livid enough to burn everyone down.

She takes out her guns and begins her furore.
There is no running away for the fool.
All that she has heard, everything she's borne,
Will now burst out and decimate everything.

Crazy eyes, I saw crazy eyes.
Eyes livid enough to burn everything down.

Tuesday, 20 September 2016

Talent and Person- A question for morality

Have you seen The Carmichael Show? You should. For a comedy series in today's age, it is surprisingly insightful and entertaining.

I am particularly impressed by the second episode of Season 2 in the series. The protagonist of the show, Jerrod gets tickets to a live show by Bill Cosby for his family on his parents' anniversary following which there's intense and comedic discussion over whether they should attend the show or not, given the recent news of Cosby's scandals.

Jerrod's girlfriend is the first to put up her argument. She tells him categorically that there's no way she attending one of his shows. She even goes on to joke about how ironic it is that the only way she would go is if she were taken there unconscious.

Jerrod's father puts up a diplomatic front where he believes that until proven guilty in a court, he's not going to openly judge Cosby. While talking to Maxine, Jerrod's girl-friend, he even asks whether we should pass judgments based on what people are saying on the internet.

During all this the matriarch of the house and Jerrod's mother, keeps switching in her opinions. She's got fond memories of her and her husband laughing and enjoying Bill Cosby's stand up acts and shows. So she's torn between going or not and keeps looking at Maxine for validation.
Jerrod's brother doesn't have much to say and keeps talking of random stuff, all indirectly related to the topic at hand but never really anywhere close to the real point.

With Nekeisha's arrival (Jerrod's brother's ex wife), the women seem to have firmly decided that they will not go and hence show any kind of support to the tainted comedian.

Jerrod frustrated, puts up a beautiful point that I don't even want to rephrase. Read it for yourself. Facing Maxine he says, "You're being hypocritical, Maxine. Aren't you the same person who saw Blue Jasmine during the height of the Woody Allen scandal? Just putting money directly into his pockets? Fine, if you don't go see Bill Cosby, then I will never go see a Woody Allen film again. I'm not judging you for seeing his movies. You should see them. He's a great artist. I'm just saying you need to separate people's personal life from their work. I mean, anybody's capable of doing something violent or disgusting, but the list of people with genuine talent is limited. So, talent trumps morals."

Even if I don't support the last statement, I have to say, Jerrod makes a very valid point.
We as human beings are very selective in the moral principles that we follow. Just taking the entertainment industry into account, we listen to Michael Jackson despite the alleged reports of him being a pedophile. 
While we slam Chris Brown for what he did to Rihanna, we are still grooving to his music.
We coo at Woody Allen's movies, openly acknowledging them as masterpieces despite his relationship and marriage to his former step-daughter, that began while he was still in relationship with the adoptive mother Mia Farrow. I myself carried a backpack with his face's impression on it for a year at college. And these three examples are just from the top of my head. There are so many more celebrities and artists and famous personalities whom we have supported despite their grave moral transgressions.

So why such double standards when it comes to judging them? We don't directly interact with the person because of his/her misdeeds. But sitting at home or elsewhere, protected by our anonymity, we continue to indulge in the fruits of these people's talents. Isn't that also a form of support, even if indirect. Every time we go watch their movie or buy their CD or even illegally download their work, aren't we appreciating them?

One might say that we're enjoying their talent and not them. But that is the question. Is a person the same as his/her talent? We conveniently detach the two when it suits us and when it comes to passing judgments from the comfort of our couches, we no longer remember the distinction. 

I am not writing this to pass off my opinion. Not because I don't have one but because I know I will, however unknowingly, commit the act of hypocrisy. I cannot swear on my morality because I am humble enough to accept my imperfect humanity. 

The important question is- What is your opinion? 

Sunday, 17 July 2016

Debating and other dangerous stuff on the Internet

When you're confronted with an incident or issue, it is natural to have an opinion. It is also natural not to have any strong opinion because you don't know the whole case. "Fortunately" the age of social networking sites has raised armchair activism to a whole new level. A single fb status, comment or tweet can create a domino effect, whose result isn't always what we intended.
The only "right" action to take would probably be to understand the situation before passing a judgement. Realise that just as you have the incredible power to change things, also have the humility to understand that you are not a judge and executioner and that you have the duty to wield your power with responsibility. Practice due diligence. What you see on your screen or on paper was written by a human, therefore undoubtedly plagued with bias, however little. So pause and reflect. And then act. Or don't. No one needs to go blaring horns and being militant in their views just to be visible.
I won't share famous quotes on taking sides. Because for each quote I put up, there will be one that disagrees with it. I also understand that just because a famous person put up an argument, doesn't make it the truth. And to expect to be right, armed with only these sayings is not just foolish but also dangerous.

Tuesday, 28 June 2016

Shout! Shout! Shout!

Shout! Shout! Shout!
I cry in surprise. I bleed in hurt.
I fear your hands and words that erupt.

Shout! Shout! Shout!
I wail in confusion. I break at your insult.
I diminish into the nothing that you had had me built.

Shout! Shout! Shout!
I feel no more. I see you no more. 
I hear only the silence now that I suffer you no more.

Wednesday, 25 May 2016

A terribly tiny tale.

A surprisingly great picture, some lonely and sad time and voila!


The Breeze

The most wonderful breeze is blowing outside. It's the kind that makes one feel like a character in a movie. The softness of it, the cool temperature and the slight rustling of the winds. With the atrocious heat that we've had to suffer lately, the cool winds are a welcome change. By welcome I mean- Give me more of the winds or I'll die by melting into a skin coloured puddle on the floor.

The beautiful weather and the quiet night time charged some of my creative neurons and here's a poem, plus fraƮche.


Softly she waves around me
as if she's dancing to a lullaby.
She makes the leaves dance with her.
Her only shape is the blowing dust on the streets and look how beautiful it is.

Brushing past my cheeks, she leaves her coolness behind.
In the silence of the night
I'm the only one standing here with her.
It is almost as if she does this all for me.

I hate to say goodbye and go inside.
She might not be there in the morning.
I never know when she might come next.
She's tempestuous like that but I can't wait to have her back.

Friday, 22 April 2016

Might Say No (Song Lyrics)

The following writing piece may seem peculiar in its flow but it is supposed to be the lyrics for a song. I was listening to some Amy Winehouse and some oldies recently and coupled with this cheeky idea I had about a certain book, this came up.

So I forbid anyone from over analysing my recent writing. It is a fictional piece and doesn't have any resemblance to anyone or any incident whatsoever. And if in case it does remind you of yourself, kudos! I had great fun writing it. Also, it is obviously not some excellent piece of literature so no criticism invited on that.

I've waited for you since so long
Never thought you'd ask me
But now you're propped on one knee
Saying you want to marry me
But all I think is I'm being too easy.

It all started years ago
I'd been all sad and morose
Just waiting for that someone
Thinking for me there was no one
But there you were with all that charm of yours.

You made me want to give you all
With no conditions and regard
I guess it got too easy
Time passed, you got too lazy
Kept forgetting cause you knew I'll still be home.


I've waited for you since so long
Never thought you'd ask me
But now you're propped on one knee
Saying you want to marry me
But I guess it'll be no from me.

Thursday, 7 January 2016

Anger

My anger is a shy thing
It hides in the shadows of my brain
simmering and hissing from there.
It flares up every now and then,
just waiting to pounce, if it is allowed.
Allow it, I don’t, because really…
What is the use?
Obstinate mules won’t ever bend,
And why would they?
Have I ever ever really bent?
I’d like to think so, but i hear no ayes.
So i bend down in front of human nature.
Oh, the irony, I know,
but I see no other choice.
It is either peace or letting loose the reins 
to the angry madness in me.

And one would rather choose the first one?