drop of blood

city that welcomed me with open arms and love when i was born.. city that gave me my first wing.. city that made smile through my pain.. city that taught me to make my spirit undauntable .. city that brought me to back level 0 when i floundered .. city that protected me from the harsh blow of poverty.. and what more city dint just do it for me ... it did so for millions staying here.. indiscriminately.. unquestionably and with the same passion... yes just like a mother.. never asking only giving and protecting..

yes never asking

but today when she needs blood to save her other children.. many of her children turn deaf.. they cocoon in their high rise / low rise houses pretending they would love to help but all of a sudden develop selective deafness and wear the plug of selfishness..

the so called protectors who abuse the word to a new order unthinkable to be read as politician as expected abuse her and ensure she gets more abused at the hands of evil as they are part of the same tree ..

it would sound cliche that it could have happened to you.. but it is no longer it could.. today the situation is like it sure will happen to you .. those out there who have been cowards its only a question of time... and your time will come more sooner than later ..

the spirit of mumbai or bombay we shout about is only the spirit of handful few but then it really needs a handful to bring in a revolution.. so will this really happen .. here I am writing this blog instead of spearheading this revolution .. so hypocrisy is universal phenomenon and waiting for things to happen rather making it happen is apparently the best mantra

in search of Ground O

i thought i knew it all..the solution to the intricacies that life throws my way.. i knew i was in control and every problem had to be faced in a rational manner.. i thought i had the right to judge others as they were either on my friend list or my ignore list.. i thought i knew just why someone strayed and deserved to be punished for the wrong deeds... well i thought .... just about too much.......

life knows how to humble one and elate the other.. i punished someone for wrong doing.. the only punishment i knew then was to alienate them from my life... thought it would matter to them.. it will change them in the way i believed was right .. and the only way it can be right .. so i was happy in my believe.. did miss those days of fun we had ... but always became bitter thinking about the path chosen .. accepting the punishment without even giving or asking an explanation.. yes i was happy..

until one fine day i see the world around... by removing the glasses of convenience which always took me to my make believe land where things as i said were my way .. lot has changed.. i wake from my slumber of ignorance.. i wake to a new ground.. where there are no rules .. where right is just a subjective to which side of the mirror are you standing to.. where Gluttony had reached level X and tyranny was worshiped in all its forms .. moral.. psychological .. physical.. monetary..

it was so dark in there i couldn't see my own shadow..... the only companion i thought i had then... yes i was alone and not much i could do about it as this was my path... the right path....

i sat there for a while .. trying to use senses i never was aware of ... started feeling with my soul n not my hands.. seeing with my hands n not my eyes... hearing with my heart n not my ears... yes in the darkness i rediscovered myself and the world around me

n then my eyes slowly got used to the darkness.. in which i could see a very faint ray... it was so dim i thought it was a little boy playing his games.. hiding and then smiling and then again hiding

.. but slowly i used all my senses to feel the light .. yes i could see it better now... and i could also see the world in the new light.. and then started my search for ground O.. no assumptions .. no conclusions.. no opinions.. no judgments.. no expectations.. yes my search as you would have guessed is on......