It was an hour
I dun know which one, as i call it 3rd.
Coz i slept at 1 am n the clock was strucking 5 but suddenly the jammed alchohal which i had till 12:30 flows again in the jammed vain which took me to the zero hour. Ofcourse it was 5 but it used to be zero when i was a kid, coz that was the time to wake up. Strange!!
I thought i was more senseful when i was 2 footiya as ppl
Used it in my reference. The demarcation of sahi n galat was too broad.
Ppl usually quote dat childrens do not have hatred but as i remember from my childhood, though very lil memory like blurred shards of mirror. I had had hatred.
I hated those... What i have became today.
Those who smoked in bus n my ma used to took a hanky over her face and that pallu of saaree over my head covering all six senses.
I hated those who used to abuse infront of my teachers home lambwalking with desi in their hands. Nd my beloved ideal stand in b/w dinner to shut the door.
I hated those who used to beat their wives to pulp. Nd my grandma used to shout my name to ignore the naked dance of inhumans humanity.
I was strong to survive the viscinity but smtimes my eyes rained. Without ny sign of emotion over my 10 years old face.
I cried...!!!
That was the time of war. Kargil...
Daily newspaper was full of patronage or deaths. Very lil difference it made b/w a shaheed n a dead. Thanks to bollywood specially manoj kumar who helped me to feel the difference. And then i heard operation vijay i was happy that we won. How?? Still flabbergasted.
5 ppl arrested along with 8 kg hemp. I hated, without even knowing a bit about it but inner soul hated.
Nite... I dun remember when i first saw night. It was just as i entered college, i guess.
Before i just knew to sleep.. Nd night prevails in stories, and it is beautiful, stars, moon n ol... But neva saw the darkest hour.
As time passed that border of sahi galat eroded. Time came when i first sipped whisky and made a ring of smoke... Just to prove ppl i can b wat i neva wanted to be. I can be like them. Forgetting my ideal, who i can never be. So sad, i lost myself.
How that border eroded??
Why i dun remember nythng when i first smoked or sipped.
That child is lost somewhere so his thoughts now all i have is a race of survival.
To earn, to spend, to buy luxury,
How n wat will i teach to my infants...
How ppl of our parents time managed. Then i laughed... Which bloody hour is this.
Why the hell i dun have 2 pegs more. So i cud sleep better.
Nd then
I wept with a sudden realization of my journey till now.
I dun know which one, as i call it 3rd.
Coz i slept at 1 am n the clock was strucking 5 but suddenly the jammed alchohal which i had till 12:30 flows again in the jammed vain which took me to the zero hour. Ofcourse it was 5 but it used to be zero when i was a kid, coz that was the time to wake up. Strange!!
I thought i was more senseful when i was 2 footiya as ppl
Used it in my reference. The demarcation of sahi n galat was too broad.
Ppl usually quote dat childrens do not have hatred but as i remember from my childhood, though very lil memory like blurred shards of mirror. I had had hatred.
I hated those... What i have became today.
Those who smoked in bus n my ma used to took a hanky over her face and that pallu of saaree over my head covering all six senses.
I hated those who used to abuse infront of my teachers home lambwalking with desi in their hands. Nd my beloved ideal stand in b/w dinner to shut the door.
I hated those who used to beat their wives to pulp. Nd my grandma used to shout my name to ignore the naked dance of inhumans humanity.
I was strong to survive the viscinity but smtimes my eyes rained. Without ny sign of emotion over my 10 years old face.
I cried...!!!
That was the time of war. Kargil...
Daily newspaper was full of patronage or deaths. Very lil difference it made b/w a shaheed n a dead. Thanks to bollywood specially manoj kumar who helped me to feel the difference. And then i heard operation vijay i was happy that we won. How?? Still flabbergasted.
5 ppl arrested along with 8 kg hemp. I hated, without even knowing a bit about it but inner soul hated.
Nite... I dun remember when i first saw night. It was just as i entered college, i guess.
Before i just knew to sleep.. Nd night prevails in stories, and it is beautiful, stars, moon n ol... But neva saw the darkest hour.
As time passed that border of sahi galat eroded. Time came when i first sipped whisky and made a ring of smoke... Just to prove ppl i can b wat i neva wanted to be. I can be like them. Forgetting my ideal, who i can never be. So sad, i lost myself.
How that border eroded??
Why i dun remember nythng when i first smoked or sipped.
That child is lost somewhere so his thoughts now all i have is a race of survival.
To earn, to spend, to buy luxury,
How n wat will i teach to my infants...
How ppl of our parents time managed. Then i laughed... Which bloody hour is this.
Why the hell i dun have 2 pegs more. So i cud sleep better.
Nd then
I wept with a sudden realization of my journey till now.
3 comments:
Awesome writing skills
Great job Naveen
good job ladke.....keep writing
Keep going
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