A new sort of nation

My country is closing up to the date when it achieved it’s Independence many, many years ago.
On that day, the hypernationalist in everyone will arise, sing the national anthem, wave the flag, congratulate other hypernationalists and then forget all about it till next year.
Of course, there will be those who may look silent on that historic day but who have the seed of respect for their country, and the entire world as one human race, sown deep and steadfast into their hearts.
These people will be criticised for being so quiet on their country’s special day, or for not standing up to the national anthem when it’s played repeatedly for practice for an event, or for anything under the sun that someone finds offensive on *that particular day* to the country.
Of course, the hypernationalists’ own fakeness of emotion and extreme boastfulness of their nation (without complete facts, at times), doesn’t count.
You see, I believe that any country is not just a blaze of glory for it’s residents. It’s not a collective emotion one is supposed to have (although this sentiment was extremely important in each oppressed nation’s fight for freedom, and I respect it). 
I believe our perception of a nation should change with the change in times, and that a nation should be treated as a respect worthy human. As a person with a past of both good and bad. A person who made mistakes, maybe too many to count, but who is mature enough now to correct them and move ahead.
In which case, being proud and supportive of one’s country no longer means that one blindly praises it to the high skies. That one is blind to it’s faults or it’s great deeds. It no longer means that on one or two days special to it, you honour it and salute it like crazy. Like on mother’s or father’s or women’s days, where everybody gets one day of special treatment, then back to square on the next day.
Being proud of one’s country, I believe, should mean, that you forget what another’s country has done to yours and move on, show solidarity and try to keep improving it, and most importantly, connect your nation’s identity with that of the world and the environment. You no longer maintain that selfish attitude of “my country first” & “my country is the best” but the attitude of using your brain and thinking of ways to battle what it is we have done to wreck the Earth and to help each person on the planet.
We must stop being so selfish that we see only one country’s good in our line of sight. There’s people everywhere on the planet, suffering, and we’ve got to do all we can to help each individual. We’ve all caused enough harm to the world already, in our needs blinded by selfishness.
So. What is the meaning of a nation? A place where narrow mindedness is crushed and where people learn essential values to enable them to operate as world citizens. A place where country love is measured by how much you have done, by any means possible, for the country, the world, without harming anything or anybody. Without causing massive destruction or wars. Without oppressing people of any community or religion or gender (for such shallowness has no place in a country’s great mission). 
The meaning of a nation, today, is what our forefathers thought it should be, and even better. For we no longer have to struggle for freedom, but for happiness, and a great life for everyone.
My country is going to be celebrating it’s Independence in a couple of days. There will be, of course, a whole lot of flag-waving and proclamation of love for the nation. But maybe, just maybe, if even one person reads this massive amount of text I have produced, and understands it, then I will have succeeded in getting across to others what for so long I have kept trapped within myself.

Inspire me

The sun beating down on the old tin roof,

The tree waving hi to some buzzing bee,

The street singer with his cap on his head,

Tilted to a defiant degree,

At different points of life, do much

To still, to stir, to inspire me.

Inspire me

The sun beating down on the old tin roof,

The tree waving hi to some buzzing bee.

The street singer with his cap on his head,

Tilted to a defiant degree.

At different points of life do much

To still, to stir, to inspire me.

Virtual presences

I met you years ago, and then, I did not realize,

You would become a part of life, this big, big web of lies.

We still speak with each other, but only virtually,

And slink away from words that are exchanged – reality.

What is it that makes us stick even after years of pain?

The pain we caused each other or from which the world did gain?

Perhaps we are both lonely; Conversations- means to ends.

Perhaps within each other we have found deserving friends.

Dear readers, this one’s for you :)

Years ago I started this blog with a weird, childish name. At that time, I was full of teenage mission, that is to say, making people realise how beautiful they are, and never to stress or worry. Good sense made me stop, for it would have sounded too preachy.

As time passed on, and my eyes opened wider to the world, I realized that there is more to it than meets the eye, and that people suffer in so many silent ways. What, therefore, can you say to a person undergoing depression that he hasn’t already heard? What words will relieve an abuse victim of her trauma? What common ground will people of different parts of the world share?

And so, I wrote. I wrote of inconsequential things, of joys and of sorrows, but most of it was superficial and self centred. Because, what else could I write about? How would I get people to connect with me, in a way not preachy, though superficial indeed?

But I was not happy. Where did my mission go bury itself? What was the reason I started this blog in the first place? Was I still true to my purpose? The answer is no.

So, today, I write on a different theme. A theme with, perhaps, universal connect.

Quite a few of the things I have written have received world wide views, quite literally, though not in the way of numbers.

People from India, Australia, the United States, and even Pakistan have read me, even if their throngs weren’t quite large. I have received naught but comments, support and goodwill. And why should I? What is it that makes people stop for a second and drop by a kind word?

The reason is, that over the length and breadth of the world, across various cultures, countries and continents, only the customs and languages change- on the inside, we are all the same.

You could be anyone, from anywhere, with skin coloured any coloured of the rainbow, but you and I are the same.

We dream the same dreams, we hope the same hopes, we want the same things, we face the same fears, we share the same sorrows, we delight in the same things, you and I.

We feel pain just the same too, you know, albeit in different forms.

I know what it feels to be depressed, yet I cannot begin to imagine what countless others on the surface of the earth go through everyday. I know what it feels to be ecstatic, but I cannot begin to imagine what pure joy might feel like. I know pain, but others know it more. I know little, while others face much, much more. We do understand the meaning of each feeling, though, and each one understands it in various intensities. Yet we are the same.

We are the same, beautiful, ugly creatures on the inside and out, we are the same, deep and shallow creatures at different points of time. We are the same, happy, sorrowful creatures within our heart of hearts, we are one and the same.

So I do know that you, my reader, could be on a high in your life, or in the depths of a bottom below what I know. But I also know that you and I are the same and that you are a beautiful person, just the way you are.

You could have been horrid in the past, but that doesn’t mean your inner self is just demons. You could have faced many sorrows, but that doesn’t mean that your life isn’t worth living anymore.

You stop a minute, and go look at yourself in the mirror, and smile at how pretty your teeth are, and how toothy your smile is. Smile at what you have become, and at what you can become, and smile at the reserve of strength in you that has kept you going all these years.

You, friend, are extraordinary in the truest sense, and maybe you just have to find that one defining trait in you that sets you a class apart.

You, friend, have true power in your heart and in your mind and I know this because you are just a different version of me, just like I am a different version of you, and most importantly, both of us have a terrific inside, waiting to transform and show itself to the world.



What do you want?

Do you want it?

Do you need it?

Will it help you? Will it help anyone else?

Does your want make you feel guilty?

Does it annoy you? Does it bother someone else?

Do you care if it does?

Are you working for it?

Do you wish it would disappear? Does it hurt you? Does it break you?

Does it make you?

Is it empty? Is it hollow?

Is it difficult for you to swallow?

Are you happy?



Do you still want it?

A burial

via Daily Prompt: Bury  

I decided to bury my soul sometime ago. Who would know? Some people don’t even hold burials for theirs. I thought mine would be different. I was, at least, letting it go with full honours.

Why did I decide to bury it in the first place? The world did not need it. It seemed happy enough crushing other’s souls, it has none of its own.




But I have changed my mind. The world can crush the others. It can invade and plague and plunder. It can kill me or just crush me. It can hate me or it can love me.

But the only place it cannot access is that stuff that lies within me. So, my soul needs not a burial. It needs a glass of water, some food and chocolate.