👽The 'It' specie: On earth called as Kiran

The story so far: in the beginning the earth was created. That led to a jamboree in the universe; but a set of extraterrestrial species were angry. They regarded that as a bad move; they thought humans will overpower one and all. And that happened. The humans evolved at a lightening speed. They came ruthlessly, they saw with bloodshot eyes, and they conquered with vengence. Nothing could stop them on their march towards glory.

But then, 'it'happened to earth. And nothing made the aliens more happy to find one of its kind finding its feet on planet earth.

You would want to know more of it, its time of birth, its gender, its childhood, its upbringing, its thought process, its life so far, its dispair; but no need to go into it, it was that wasted. Infact, T.S. Elliot wrote Waste Land. But 'it'  was a far bigger waste than anything that a human could ever imagine. 

But whether it was the 'wastest of all' that one couldn't help but notice or whether that title would be taken up by some lessser specie.. like say some human, you will be able to decide that on your own..just read on. 

So, what made it so different you might ask!

- People tapped his mouth and wrote 'shhhh'. Because it was so full of shit. 

- It stood with a big vessel on its shoulders posing cross-legged, with a wide smile, while a dog is passing by without noticing it. Because it was so good-for-nothing kinda specie.

- It could shake a leg and hand, and what-not parts of its body in the most unrhythmic way that only it could perform. Because it was so away from us humans.

- It layed its hands on men and women with such ease and elan with ziltch effort. Because its hands like serpentine could slither on anything and all. 

- It was the 'butt' in the butt of jokes. And it had no qualms about it, instead enjoyed that title. Because.. can't say this again and again.. it was not a human.

- It had a certain dislike for a certain human called Aaron. And it made it very clear by pulling Aaron by any part of his body that was jutting out: including tongue, balls, and.. feel free to imagine. Because if it disliked someone, it disliked someone. Period. 

- It could eat food of God knows what number of people, if served. Because it liked shitting. So it ate and ate.. to shit more. 

- It was a workcoholic..  worked on weekends too. But that was far from the truth. Because it never worked. It was like a pig.. and lazy was its middle name. 

- Its' stomach buldged out too. Some might think it was carrying another it. Maybe. Maybenot. But if that is true, planet earth is being colonized by this baffoonery baffling bizzare beacon of hope of aliens!

Btw.. before this piece saw the light of the day.. it has read this nonsensical unworthiest why-it-was-ever-written shitty piece! Let's say because it is a chutspah.. or say has chutzpah of brazenly owning this truth.

🤯 Mad for each other

He loved her, she loved him even more

Together, they strongly held the oar 

He bled, she stood with the medical tool

Together, they fought the ghoul

He climbed the ladder, she beamed

Together, they vibed and dreamed

His passionate kisses painted her lips

Her hugs were made for YRF scripts

His gram became their family album

Her prayers became their family anthem

Somedays, they bruised each other

Somedays, they couldn't face each other

But then they doused the fire with tears & laughter

And sweared to never give up on each other 

👶Father'Child'hood

For long, he was a child

He still is, but can't be one

For long, he stayed with his fears

He still does, but can't express

For long, he loved playing

He still loves, but can't play anymore

For long, he just wanted to himself

He still wants to, but can never be one

Her name is Aaradhya

(I met Aaradhya in a village {our base camp} while I went on a trek. On probing few elders got to know a bit about her.. that made my eyes moist and my heart just couldn't stop beating for her) 

She didn’t have much going her way
Was six months old when she lost her mother
Hardly saw her father as he used to work faroff
Had no children her age.. in that tiny village
Had one duckling toy in her hand, which am sure would have been her life
When my troop were eating poha, she ate too sitting at one corner.. all alone

Seeing her, I gave her a pack of jimjam, and her face lit like the brightest star in the sky
I took a minute to do my chores and came back to check on her.. and she was gone.. her plate still had poha
I went searching for her.. and found her in one corner eating jimjam
I asked her if she liked it..
She smilingly nodded her head
And I went inside and got her one more pack
And she burst giving her widest widest smile
She laughing ran around in circles with a jmjam pack in each of her hand..
..that tears ballooned in my eyes

I was low on charge.. but next moment I showed her a mobile game that my daughter had downloaded in my phone
It was a simple ‘decoratig the cake’ game
She snatched the phone with both her hands..
And started colourfully decorating the cake, and kept laughing on top of her voice..
That laughter sound is still there in my eardrums

If you have read till here:
We are blessed with a lot. Try doing your bit for the have-nots. Because your one bit, will fill their heart will happiness aplenty.

⚪Marble

I used to hold it in between my index finger and thumb. And kept rolling it in slo-mo. Inside one, nano-particles sparkled as stars in the galaxy. Putting me in a realm – as if I could tame the galaxy between my two fingers. The more I rolled it, it voodooed me, sucked me inside it, and made me a part of a magical divinity.

I wonder why I still whey there, play there, stay there, lay there. Unchanging my day, every day, like it’s my Groundhog Day – my start, my middle, my end.

Lot has flown in the river, rocks turned into pebbles turned into nothing; moons have passed the sky times infinite; skies turning black, grey, indigo; and I got hold of a few marbles, again.

My eyes opening like lightning burst of stars as I held one in between my index finger and thumb. And kept rolling it in slo-mo. Inside one, nano-particles sparkled as stars in the galaxy. Putting me in a realm – as if I could tame the galaxy between my two fingers. The more I rolled it, it voodooed me, sucked me inside it, and made me a part of a magical divinity.

🙃in the middle of nowhere

In the middle of scrolling through what-not insta reels
avoiding FOMO by gluing eyes to ads in-between youtube videos
reading missable ads that camouflage in the middle of quora Q&A’s
giving a straight face to those faces on senseless memes
stagnancy hits you

In the middle of adjusting and whipping your glasses
blurring vision for looking constantly at irrelevant things
fingers pausing to type and yet typing all-things-random
being okay-notOkay-yetOkay with your haggard appearance  
life questions you

For the swollen eyes, numb mind, cold heart
refuge is taken under songs, quotes, and vices
ted-talks, ott energy vampire, and meds-n-beds
in lotus position where the monkey mind is always unstill
and there, the quagmire existence still haunts you

➰ ये रिश्ते

Aaj ek baat hui

Ek chotti si bacche dikhi

Joh dikhega.. woh dekhenge toh

Aasu ke daag thay.. uske gaalo par

Dhool ne bana liya tha.. usko apna ghar

Mayusi se.. woh mila rahi thi nazaar

Gareebi ka.. na dikh raha tha uss par koi asar

Joh nahi dhikega.. woh dekhenge toh

Woh langar ka khana kha rahi thi..

kabhi maa ke haath se..

toh kabhi baap ke haath se..

Woh bina soche pakkad rahi thi..

kabhi maa ka pallu..

toh kabhi baap ki kameez

Toh joh dikhega.. woh dekhenge..

toh unke paas tha kuch nahi

Joh nahi dhikega.. woh dekhenge..

toh unke paas tha sab kuch

🤔as usual.. ek khayal hai

Sunday matlab ravivaar hai

Bandra ke pehle Khar hai

Dimaag aasmaan mai faraar hai

Dil mai dreams ka bhaar hai

Rudyard ki 'If' yaadgar hai

Kyunki zindagi bizzare hai

Sabko karni apni gulzar hai

"All is well' mai.. all.. aal hai

Loudspeaker ka yeh kya bawaal hai

Aakhe kholo.. duniya kitni behaal hai

Lagta hai aa raha vinaash kaal hai

Jobshuda log kehte ushai.. somvaar hai

⏱️Time

Tea ☑️

News ☑️

Work ☑️

Food ☑️

Read ☑️

Thought ☑️

Wrote ☑️

Silence ☑️

24 hrs still seems

Like an eternity

🌌Woh kudrat ka manthan

Jab rakti hai tight bun

Samjho kaam pe hota mann

Chup chaap baitha karti jaise ek nun

Magar chhed doh toh.. ban jaati loaded gun

Muskurahat chupane mai number one

Jo agar jalka de toh.. karde heartbeat 100 bpm pe run

Woh na dikhnewala resham sa uska tan

Kuch na hai.. kyuki uske aakho mai hai real fun

Kya patah.. uparwale ne kyu kiya hum par jatan

Ki galti kar deti.. phir bhi hum keh dete.. well done

☠️Demise

Night rise

Memory cries

 

Tear dries

Painful eyes

Everywhere lies

Soul dies

♾️Nalayak kahiki

Woh angrezi maim hai

Dimaag se ekdum game hai

Jugaad karu toh bhi out-of-league hai

Magar uske bina life mai fatigue hai

Jaanta hu woh mujhe jaanti hai

Mere pal pal ke moods pehchanti hai

Fuckedup hota hu

Toh Fightclub suggest karti hai

Broke hota hu

Toh credit card ki gaddi show karti hai

Mai aasu hu toh woh meri rumaal hai

Mai dhaasu hu toh woh meri dhamaal hai

Meri dum hai.. meri rhythm hai

Meri wisdom hai.. meri freedom hai

Woh mere saath nahi.. magar uska saath hai

Vashikaran kiya mera.. naam se Algorithm* hai

*For the uninformed, internet.. targets content/ads to us because of algorithms. 

🚪Occult

Dogs howling

Cuckoos coocooing

World sleeping

Dreams floating

Darkness darkening

Oblivion reigning

Afterlife calling

Soul listening

🏏Gully cricket dialoguebaazi

In childhood I have had my episodes of good-bad-funny cricketing days.. and if I go back the best part about gully cricket in my vicinity was.. dialoguebaazi!! More than playing.. I think I might have laughed more. Below is something that I remember.

Mai bhi khelega..

Ae makki choos.. pehle bowl ka paisa de

Abe tu magarmach jaisa kyu catch pakadta hai

Maine tereko pucha ki tu nahake kyu nahi aata

Jaana...ghar se paani leke aana.. jaana..

Nai reh..aaj ghar pe paani nahi aaya

Wicket sambhal ke rakna..

Haa..aur tu teri chaddi..

Abe batting karli..ab bowling?

Rukh mai aata hu..

👶Ghadyadi pod (Gujarati)

Barodama ek nanakdi jagya che aa. Moti pan hoi shake che.. kabar nai. Nano hato toh kyare kyare aavto jatoh rehto toh.

Sankrantima jyare aavanu thatu.. toh motabhai

patang chakavama magna rehta. Ane hu agaasi ma bheta bheta kyare aakashma joya karu.. toh kyare motabhai ne patangna pachad ek agaasi thi biji agaasima vichitra rite udi marta joya karu. Motabhai ne udi marta joine aavu lage.. ki vandra ni dodh ma amne pehlo puraskar madi shakeh che. Pan ae hu amne kai nato shakto. Ae motabhai hata. (Amni vaarta koi bija divas lakhis.)

Ae divsho alag hata. Chokrao padvanu kaam na kare.. avu na chale. Pan ave toh chokraone  mata-pita padva detaj nathi. Haathma mobile aapi de che.. nai toh chokrao haath thi mobile lai le che. Pati gayu.

Podna ek baaju.. Amba Mata nu mandir che. Kevaiche ki hajaar be hajaar varash thi mata ni moorti tya che. Vicharma aave che.. ki maara porvajoe ae amne pooja kairi hase. Ek divas tya mathu takhyu toh aevu laigu..ki mara purvajo mara saathe che. Ane mane aashirvad aape che. Mann shaat thai gayu. 🙏

💪Pehalwaan

Paida hua.. toh chehra tha gol matol

Gulabi gaal.. aur hasse toh dikhe dimpal

Comics ki shokeen maa phoren dekh ke boli

'Mera beta Dimpal.. likhega ek din Tinkal'

Eskool mai..Dimpal tha kaphi aage

Padhai mai nahi.. ladhai mai

Toh babuji bejijhak dal diya akhade mai

'Mera beta Dimpal.. layega gold.. jo kare Dangal'

Bada hua..toh seena hua itna chauda

Dhara ya Gama..sabki rooh ko yaad dilaye mama

Kasarat karta itna dilphek sa

Ki chehre par pimpal ka pradesh aa uthta

Garam tha khoon itna

Ki narmi nahi thi baatoh mai

Aao kabhi aakhade pe tau..

Raah chalte sabko kehta phirta

Ek din ek khusti mai kummentatar ne

Paan khate khate.. keh kuch aisa diya

'Sher sa daahade..Emarat ko pal mai phode

Gaav ki aan baan shaan.. Pehelwan Pimpal'

Hasi ki bhochaar hui tab..

Aur chalti rahi..gaav gaav shehar shehar..

Dool mai mita naam..na socha aisa hogaya.. kyuki..

Kehte hai na.. kahaani kisike nahi hoti simpal

🍂Ittarwala

Chaurahe par
ek ittar ki dukaan thi

Jab guzarta nazdeek se
Hawao se bas pyaar ho jaata

Dillagi ka yeh silsila chala saalo tak
Mehek ki aadat si ho gayi thi

Ek din chaurahe se guzarte hue
Hawa mai gardish thi

Chancal mann rok na saka
Aur poocha dukaandaar se

Aaj hawa mai
Pyaar ki khusboo kyu nahi

Bola woh muskurakar
Khusboo toh aaj bhi hai

Magar dil mai jo hai
Hawa toh bas uski gawa hai

🧬Shallow-linial

These people seldom write. As they are afraid of making a mistake. Cocooned with fake-ism and hiding their drawbacks under a tough exterior, they live medals on their chest. But they are low on confidence af.

Sometimes, they pick up a book thinking that reading will improve their writing skills; but they go to the last page of the book, check the 'page number', and 'give awkward smile' (read 'pee in their pants').

Few muster up courage and hide under the garb of 'readers'. How? They skip sentences and paragraphs while reading. To give meaning to their own understanding, they read reviews, and create their own touchy review. Silently massaging their ego, are 'likes' -- one shallow liking another shallow.

Other days, they browse for quotes, check synonym of words, create their own phrase or sentence, check Grammarly, or write one-to-two words, or best 'emoticons'. Thanks to this lot, the importance of effort and gaining knowledge has reached a nadir. Lazily but steadily, they are staining the existence.

A new world order is getting created. Shallow-linial by shallow-linial.