Moving on..

Moving on..

Ive been hearing this sentence far too often, from everyone whom I know. It has started irritating me now. Its just become of those standard phrases that people use. When there is no other comforting phrase available. I was just thinking to myself, how does one really move on? Getting involved with other things, not thinking about what happened, meet other people, bring a change in attitude, thinking.etc.. There are many options. None of these appeal to me. After an intense experience that brings one’s life to a standstill, one takes a practical route and pushes the thought of that trauma somewhere in the past, some people brave it and learn to live with it, and some are indifferent to it. I feel that one can never forget those intense times.. It just takes a person to close His/Her eyes to relive those moments and it brings you back to where you are…

We live in a world where, emotions are momentary short lived…but we don’t realize that emotions don’t leave us ever. When people hold it against me that I have moved on…. I feel like saying…I wish I could… I might walk ahead but there is so much of me left behind and anyone who goes there will feel me… How can I believe in this fact about moving on.. I want to know it.. I am trying to find out…

I always thought i mattered to someone.

Never realising that it could be temporary.

I always believed I meant something to you

How wrong I was.

I nurtured an unknown hope in me only to realise I can be easily forgotten.

Just a thing of the past.

Its this realisation that breaks me..my hope ends here

I realise my reason of grief is dead.

illusions

From a distance I stare at something that I want badly,
It comes to me in pieces, do I own it, is it mine? or can it be mine?
I am not sure I can answer that
It is definitely not a mirage, I can see it clearly.
It is definitely not a dream, I am living it.
I can touch it, I can feel it.
The picture of you fades in and out in front of me..
I try to capture a image of you but in vain

Ganesh Chaturthi

Just sitting at my usual chai joint, near dairy den there was a huge procession that came by with the ganesh idol.. with loud music filling everyones senses. There were only men i noticed who were dancing ruthlessly to raunchy bollywood numbers. This procession was of one of the slums where the local youth group has organised the ganesh utsav.

Most of them drunk, young boys of the age of 12-15 jumped and shouted as if they had been electrocuted. Most processions that i noticed yesterday had the same zest, my mind kept thinking what if the idol could speak and had a say in the procession. Can you imagine Ganeshji saying Hey Mr Dj change the music... The worst blow came when yesteday i noticed a pandal in the university campus. A place like an university that should display an example of secularism succumbs to such endevours.