What a common Indian thinks about Donald Trump

Let me begin by saying that I have never taken a big interest in politics till I came across the hugely discussed US elections this year. Thanks to Mr Donald trump and his antics ranging from building a wall across Mexico to his remarks about blood coming out of her wherever, I got intrigued by the amount of hate and stupidity in the US elections.

Firstly, I have a lot of respect for the United States for being a strong supporter of democracy since inception. I found the two party system hugely different from what we have in India. The basic assumption being that it would result in saner candidates and lesser corruption. The day I realized that an obstinate reality TV show host is leading the race for the Republican nomination, I found a similarity between the two nations.

People love the candidates who tell you exactly what you want to listen, irrespective of how illogical their statements are - Given Donald trumps lack of clarity on every conceivable issue, right from foreign policy to abortion laws one would assume he would be rejected right away. Its actually funny, sitting right here from India to see someone so incompetent even being considered for the nomination let alone leading it right now. This is very similar to an Indian election, where one could get away with statements like I will negotiate better as an answer to every question

There is no accountability of the actions of the candidates - How can you get away by quoting different estimates for the wall every time you get a chance to speak. I wish there was a dashboard with the number of lies told by a candidate, trump would keep it ticking every millisecond.
I really hope sanity prevails and America chooses anyone but Trump - Go Sanders, Go Clinton, Go Cruz.

Five Years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Five years ago, on this very day I wrote my first post, the blogging world has advanced a lot over the years and my blog really does justice to its title "Soy un Perdedor" (I'm a loser), never felt like changing the typo and the song by Beck is still one of my favourites.....

Most people write more posts in a week than I have written in five years, most blogs have thousands of visitors, comments and followers, my blog doesn't, but I love it just as much :)

Bloggie, we've lasted five years, most things in life don't last that long, we will definitely last five more!!!!

Musings of a lunatic!!!

What time is it? Early in the morning, I try to gauge a parameter that has confined every man’s intellect and has eluded anyone who has ever tried to unravel its significance. In my case, time has long lost its absolute meaning; 8:15 am is just a little too early to wake up and anything after that is seriously late.

I look outside; I see a bunch of rag pickers beginning their day, unaware of all the comforts of life, what did they do to deserve this? I try to suppress the questions for one more day. One more day before it all explodes. Am I crazy? No, not when I can see things so clearly. Does that make me wise?? No, not when I am just a ‘weak excuse’ like everyone else.

Sometimes, I wonder, Who exactly am I? Why am I here? Why the hell do I own a cell phone worth seven thousand bucks when I can see people selling their souls for a thousand? Why can’t I make a tiny effort to bring a smile on someone’s face? Why doesn’t helping someone come naturally?

I try to argue that perfection was never a part of the design, if so, all of us would have looked the same and love would have been the only emotion that governed us. But can that be an excuse for not sharing what I have with someone else?

A wise man once told me “the ability to love and help” is what separates humans from animals. How many of us are humans then? Are we human cuz we have fallen away from the God above? If so what if we fall away from mankind now?

A Fight To Imperfection

Pingu hated waking up early, especially on a Sunday. To wake up was one thing, but to go out and play cricket was even worse. His best friend Sai was already waiting downstairs with his BDM bat. 

(Sai and Pingu were best friends since they were six. Everyone envied the duo's coolest collection of WWF cards, radiums and double decker magnet pencil boxes. They went to school together, played cricket together and spent most of their time hopelessly playing the spirit game. When at school they sneaked out of PT class, played pen-dash during the science classes and slept through the math classes.)

Pingu came down and lazily started walking with his friend. "Today i will score a century" Sai said. Pingu ignored his drivel, he knew they were definitely going to lose the match as the opponents had a bowler who could bowl off spinners, on spinners, out spinners, in spinners and what not. Eventually they did lose the game.

After the match the captain of the rival team mocked Sai, so he punched him. The skirmish grew into a big fight, and everyone started hitting Sai. Pingu tried to fight but he realized he wasn't strong so he ran to call someone. A few adults stopped the fight and Pingu felt he did the right thing by getting the adults involved.

Next day Sai accused Pingu of being a coward and the entire class labeled him a darpok. Most things went back to normal in a few days except for the best friends part. The next time they played cricket Sai had to chose his side, one after one he selected his players. Pingu was usually the first person to enter Sai's team but this time he was left out. Pingu didn't want to play in the other team so he went back home and cried. He cried because he felt weak,he cried because he couldn't discriminate right from wrong . How could he feel guilty even after doing what he felt was right?. Did his friends really mean the world to him? Was he really a coward? Would he always run away?. He realized that it would have hurt him a lot lesser if he would have taken a blow instead of running away and that sometimes doing the right thing may hurt a loved one.

Twelve years later Pingu still struggles to say the right words but he knows that relationships are inherently weak and a moment of indecision can scar a person for a lifetime. Some of us are cursed to hide our feelings, Some of us make stupid mistakes, Some of us are scared of getting hurt and Some of us just don't know how to make a loved one smile, but if all of us are perfect would love still be so amazing.

ABDUCTION OF LOVE

Torn apart between right and wrong,
We struggle in a state of lunacy,

Filled with volatile beliefs,

We crawl in a pit of confusion.

Like moths around a flame,

We fight over the unknown,

Drowning in the darkness of discrimination,

We fail to see all the similarity.

Lost in the delusions of power,

We lose a grip on life,

Unaware of the beauty of love,

We pour hatred into our souls.

Starve your suspiscions,

Free your soul from rage,

Love is all we need,

Lets fill our hearts with it.

There is a paradise waiting for all of us.......If we can put an end to hatred and give love a chance......Nationality, Political beliefs, Ethnicity, Religion, Caste......there can be a million things that seperate us......but they should never stop us from loving each other.......

21 Dreaming on 30

After watching an episode of scrubs in which JD & Turk have a "Things to do before we turn 30" list, I have decided to come up with a wish list of my own. I am confused about where my life's heading, mainly coz I am still as emotional as a six year old girl and my decision making ability is worse than that of a drunken baboon. So maybe analyzing what I want from my life by making a list of my selfish wishes might clear things up.

30 THINGS TO DO BEFORE I TURN 30

1) Meet Alicia Silverstone and get a picture taken with her.

2) A silent walk in the rain on a beach. (Completed)

3) MS in the US of A.

4) Get a really cool job and use the extra cash to publish my poems.

5) Visit Disney Land.

6) Learn playin a piano.

7) Visit the Eiffel tower.

8) Learn a Foreign language.

9) A ride on a Giant Wheel. (Completed)

10) Sky diving.

11) Learn to swim.(Completed)

12) Hit six sixes in an over.

13) Visit France and Italy after exploring India.

14) Climb Mt. Moula Ali. ( Which happens to be right beside my house) (Completed)

15) Eat atleast 100 types of brown chocolate.

16) Travel in a tunnel.

17) Watch Chelsea play at the bridge.

18) Sing in front of an audience.(Completed)

19) Lose myself in the eyes of a person, whatever that means.

20) Try my super cool yet super dangerous Bhaski Bottom wrestling move on someone.

21) Visit five beaches.(Completed)

22) Get pictures taken with a donkey, dolphin, seal, penguin and panda.(Penguin, Seal Completed)

23) Continue to be ciggy and booze free.

25) Wear a spiderman outfit and run in the streets.

26) Get front row tickets to a Himesh Reshammiya concert and mock him all along.

27) Go camping in a forest and watch the sky all night long. (Completed)

28) Go on a date in a space observatory.

29) Direct a mini movie and get a cool nick like VJpac or Vthug.

30) Help an old man cross a road. ( The toughest task among the 30, esp coz I am horrible at crossing roads)

It's gonna be completing tasks Earl Hickey style.........

BREATHE

Ambrosia never tasted sweeter than,
A silent peek of your elysian smile,
Like the moonlight that adorns the night,
You've filled every ounce of me with ecstasy.


Songs of an enchanted nymph wouldn't coax,
Restless souls that long for your voice,
Like the love for gold that enamoured midas,
You've enraptured my inane heart.