Archive for October, 2010

walks away she with ease

turns no head to see what happens to me

tears i cant spill for eyes dont wana believe

i becomes to nobody for you give me identity

two words or four maybe entire line to speak

heard you my heart yell for its still left with me

take away this fool in me for i cant wait till eternity

this life is all i have been promised to keep

next or the next god wont give me you to see

 

walks away she knowing all there can be

with a smile and cry i now stand behind thee

watch her hair swing with steps she walks from me

cross me fingers with heavy heart turn around will she

never does that happen cause no place in cold heart for me

glad this is all me morning dream, sun rays hit me

half eye shows her silhouette, curved her lips to smile

slip into her arms under warm breathings making me at ease

dream goodbye into the sun for night if real would definitely kill me

for : http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/10/poetry-potluck-natures-elements-air.html

read it in the tune of the song – she’s always a women (billy joel)

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oh she walks by me as the breeze from the seas
cool and calm bringing peace to me
warm caress when the world seems cold

oh she walks by me her hair brushes her face
i peck her on the cheek and she blushes pink
her scent is like the earths on the first drops of the rain

oh she walks by me smiles so profound my words have no ground
to skies i sore reborn as a phoenix in the fires of her eyes
cause she molds me new for her emotions cant hide

oh she walks by me humming a song and tune
ripples in my soul with every scale and beat
deep as ocean her love for me please god let me sail these waters every life i live

i live in a very different country called India, amazingly different languages, cultures, religions etc… also the geography is very vivid.

we have a huge population below poverty line and and equally huge population of lower and middle class families the rich constitute only like less than 10%.

the major amount of tax is collected from the salaried people having more than 150,000/- p.a. income and rest from the so called rich remaining population doesnt pay much tax or nothing at all.

i pay taxes too says every tax payer with pride and yet i dont enjoy being a tax payer.

when we buy a car we pay some kind of sales tax, VAT, etc… and then pay the govt road tax, every liter of petrol we pay tax and what we get …drive in dense traffic, distance which should take 15 mins take over an hour Why ? cause the non tax paying Hawkers occupy the footpath forcing the tax paying pedestrians to spill on the roads causing the tax paying car drivers to slow down. the road tax we pay to the road traffic authority god knows goes where for every now and then the signals stop working and within 10-15 secs theres a vehicle jam so long that you can have a picnic before you reach office or home. my city mumbai is as old as India hence theres constant infrastructure work going on like sea links, flyovers, flyover flyovers and the latest metro link…. all of these projects take minimum of 5 years to complete which is just the cherry over the pathetic cake of tax payers.

here comes the best for car users… if we use music a little louder the cops fine you for noise pollution and the non tax payers have road side festivals with speakers shattering your ears miles away, if you are in a hurry and you forget to stop before a zebra crossing you are fined and the non tax payers who cross the road even when your signal is green without looking before crossing and we have to break in emergency to save their lives.

tax payers pay for the water, which i have personally seen being purified and they really do a good job here in Mumbai and i have also tasted the water in other cities and our municipal corporation wins hands down But when the water is being transported through pipes many places the pipes are leaked and water is stolen and stolen in a very unhygienic ways hence making the municipality spend more of the tax payers money to repair these pipes and chlorinate the water more to remove impurities…. we tax payers spend more to buy purifiers and stuff to ensure safe water for which we have already paid for.

This city is kept clean by the conservation department and they are trying their best and keep coming with innovate methods to speed their work and ensure hygiene But there are garbage heaps at strategic locations mostly where the non tax payers stay 😛 and causing diseases etc… Tax payers segregate their garbage and buy good looking dustbins and black plastic bags to properly dispose the waste… what do the non-tax payers do just throw it out on the roads and if tax payer throws a paper cup (completely bio-degradable) on the road he/she would be fined…. lets not talk about the spitography on the wall corners, below the wash basins, train corridors etc.. and if the tax payer tries to make a graffiti an work of art he.she is fined….

i strongly believe that govt has a anti-tax payer policy somewhere….

for clearly there are no benifits to pay tax we pay it cause its our duty, Tax payers (mostly educated people)  start programs to educate the people on spitting problems, anti tobacco campaigns, garbage disposal and issues…they also donate to NGO’s from what is left after paying the tax, they use car pools to reduce pollution, they pay heavy taxes on electricity and property cause the non-tax payers dont pay any & stay anywhere they feel like making slums and giving the city a shabby look…they are given almost free basic services and What Do we Tax payers get for free Nothing……

we should get like a weekend paid trip once in 2 years or free petrol for a week or tax free month something like an incentive make us feel proud for what we have paid OR Just ensure that what we have paid for is given to us nothing more and definitely not Less.

A good friend invited us to a dinner. Wife and daughter nicely dressed and waiting for me to come pick em up. Took a quick shower and of we went, listening to new songs and me singing aloud making me daughter close her ears and she said “ daddy let him sing please” alright so I cant sing to compensate for me frog like voice I got her a double choco chip muffin to eat and me cup of ice black coffee. Sipping singing smiling we reached a junction. My daughter loves the signal lights and immediately she started with her poetry Red means stop and green says go and yellow says slow down…… and as soon as we finished the poetry the light went green and a man was crossing the road at his free will ( this happens in Mumbai very often) so I honked at him and with some divine powers he got angry and said something which obviously I couldn’t hear for the windows were up and with me devil mind I honked louder and made a hand gesture for him to buzzoff which ticked him off and he banged his hand on me rear view mirror which looks like elephant ears on me family van and it shut back hard causing me daughter a scare and she went into her moms arms clearly frightened. I use to be a amateur boxer in me teen days and I confess I do have a temper but only against such people and so living upto me screwy heads temper I parked the car and instructed the wifey to not get down no matter what happens and got down in a single stride and ran towards the guy full of rage.

I am 6ft tall and athletic built and I have hands whose palm feels like a polishing paper as I came close to this guy who stood only maybe 5’ 4” he knew that I am gona either punch him or slap in across his face ( I had not decided what to do ) and he suddenly swung a white plastic bag with his left and it took me by surprise and hit me on the right side of me face and it felt like a ½ kilo stone hitting me and then I saw his stainless steel tiffin box burst out of the bag along with some files for some good 5seconds I lost me senses and my past skills came to work for we use to practice being punched by spinning around our own self and then stop when we would get dizzy and run criss cross between concrete pillars in the schools basement… and I hit him back with a right and a left and then a kick in his left ribs which sent him backwards falling on the asphalt road. This guy was full of surprises cause as I kicked him I felt daggers stick into me neck on the left and his even shorter wife was hanging on to me neck with her nails dug in and stinging really bad, as I am a gentleman I did not hit her just tried to hold her hand get it off me bleeding neck and he gets up and come right back at me and I slapped him and kicked him sending him back to the floor and to me relief people stopped and ended the fight.

I am so bright that I was doing all this right out side a traffic police station 😀 and we had cops there immediately and hence we had to go the traffic station. Smart that I am I took one of the constables aside and threw a few names around to make sure that the cops don’t make a big deal of this. In the midst of all this I realized me wifey and daughter and I ran back to the car finding me wife almost in tears and daughter crying more scared than what she was of that guy banging on the door. I felt so fucking sorry and guilty and stupid and dumb and bad person. I gave her a tight hug and made her to stop crying.

I was calling the whole thing quits but the she devil wanted to continue to the argument and go to a proper police station and drag me there too. She stood at me car door and was abusing with words which even a road side goon would think twice about and it scared me daughter further and I was about to loose me temper again thankfully the constable I gave references to stood there and made her give way and I decided to leave. As we rolled on the wheels I could still hear her scream abuses and one thing she said “ you rich so you think you can do anything” I thought to me self it was his fault to cross the road when it said stop for him and he banged his fists on to me car scaring me daughter and wife and I being rich as per her standards was wrong to get down and fight him…. I know its wrong to hit anyone and that too on the eve of Gandhi ji’s birthday L but I am a humanbeing too I loose me temper too how was it my fault I couldn’t understand….. as these thoughts played in me head along with how I should have avoided that tiffin camouflaged in plastic with me right arm and then should have given him a left hook 😛 my wife pointed out the blood red neck line cause of the she devils nails and then I realized me right little finger was the size of an lady finger and the plam was like a freshly puffed bread and it ached bad driving the mini van…. Wife immediately said promise me you will never get into any fights again and I tried to stir around that promise by saying never again with the daughter, but shes smarter then me that’s why I married her J she insisted to promise never again means never again alone or with anyone … and I complied immediately for I knew the living room A.c. aint working properly and sleeping there tonight would be horrible…. As I promised looked at me daughter who had a crooked face looking at the deep scratches on me neck and I said promise I would never ever get into a fight again….. cause her eyes were looking at me as if I was a stranger …. Daughter has never even seen me really pissed off face and this was bit too much for her to comprehend and wife was sad for I dint apply me head before getting down.

I realized that I should never do such a thing and never ever will I do such a thing for in the fight I was not alone hurt but so was my wife and daughter in a way which is not easily healed for they saw a face on me which was only full of anger and rage which use to be useful once in a ring and the whole 12 minutes ( amateurs have max4 rounds) it would prove as a weapon more powerful then me surprise left hook….. Sad I am for I did a foolish thing for definitely it was not worth venting out at that guy and having the two precious people in my life scared of the incident and me.

I am truly sorry

Road rage is definitely not worth it and I am a sample of it.

As we reached the friends house I was the topic of discussion for the first 30 minutes and then we started looking at the incidence in a comical way and I said to me wife that guys she devil of a wife defended her husband where were you J you should have come to take care of that women so I would have got a free hand with that guy 😉 and she made a disgusted and disgruntled face at me and I dropped the comedy there and then. Later after a few beers and breezers later me wife replied to this by saying if our daughter was not there I would have given her a few slaps myself too but I dint cause she was with us and you should have realized that or atleast heard me saying that to you… so comedy was killed and with a swollen right hand and burning left neck side I ended the night learning never to again fight on a road or common places and never with me wife and kid with me. 😀 and never fight a man whose got his wife with sharp nails with him.