Raging across Delhi

She rides smooth and fast, bends and gleams;
she smells like mahogany inside and carries you away like a dream.
Had it not been for her, the waging summer would have melted me inside,and I would have shred in sun,
sweat through my palms I would, and cry in the dusty winds.

It’s not a ferrari , but I love in nonetheless. It keeps me away from the fuming monoxide in the air and the dusty clouds of smoke. But the appreciation comes as a passenger than as the one at helm, for one of the agonizing parts about driving in Delhi is its traffic. It’s been five years since I took to steering on the empty roads, shuttling between the driveway and the garage, but the roads of Delhi are still a distant dream. I remember my initial days here, when my heart would  pound at the sight of traffic, drubbing faster as each car would inch closer.I would close my eyes and wish for the cars to move away,  but I am happy I was never the one driving.

Much to the happiness of Aristotle, Delhites are known to share a similar interest in volume analysis as him. Every trucker, biker and car driver that you find of the roads, though defies the laws Physics as and when it pleases him, has astute regard for the principles of Volume. Unsaid rules of the road mandate that every nook and crany available on the road is to be filled, for an inch left is an opportunity forgone. Delhites also firmly believe that the walkways are basically extensions of the roads and should be driven on, and empty roads are an anathema that need to be bloodied out of existence. Here to walk over the Zebra crossing is like finding death in its crudest form.

As the great F1 Champion Lewis Hamilton once said, ” F1 is easy, Delhi roads are not”, Delhi’s traffic is a tryst with patience for most and a thing of passion for a few. Maybe down the line, philosophy and mythology shall find a place for traffic, fashioning it as penance for all that has been done wrong, encouraging those who tread the slow signal lines to absolve for a lifetime of misdeeds. Maybe a congruence of such thoughts shall never meet, but if it does, our Road Ragers and the trigger friendly driver might find God in their struggle through the red light. A little empathy can go a long way, can save a few bullets and certainly save the ones who dread to walk over the crossing.

Dedicated to the Delhi Traffic, which teaches you that there isn’t a shortcut to anything in life, and bottlenecks are a b****h.


Talking to a Wall

Lately I have been surrounded by people who in epilogues of daily parlance feature as “brick walls”. Yes, the analogy is right and doesn’t correlate to walls in respect of their toughness. Rather, this is meant to connote those with have fixated opinions, with clogged minds and are obstinate enough so as to completely disregard opinions of others.

Here is another example elucidate this concept further. When you shoot a bullet, or throw something at a wall, the tendency of the bullet or object to ricochet exists. But, the direction of the same isn’t something that might be  contemplated, for the bullet might just lodge itself into the wall or bounce back in any direction depending on the texture and evenness of the wall. Similarly, “wally” people have the ability to digest few things or hit back without much reverence. There is no pattern. Similar in this regard is when you go on top of a mountain and shout out loud into the valley. The echo might fascinate you, but the idea of the example is to showcase how receptive “wall-kind” people are. If you shout out a sentence into the valley, you will surely here yourself. But you might just notice, that the entire sentence isn’t the part being recited, rather just the last part . The gist of the matter is lost to the surrounding and only what is hailed last stands out. Similarly, “wally” people are receptive to very less, and are generous in giving back answers. They place keywords of a conversation, differently and give back answers without much ado.There doesn’t really remain much field to draw in reason but only a wordplay of jargon being shot at to establish a jovial juvenile false sense of superiority.
Talking about “walls” and not mentioning Facebook walls would be an anathema in the new social scenario. But having a wall to showcase your being and being a wall are two mutually exclusive things. One might obviously resort to posting ‘ I Don’t give a F**k about you” pics on their wall, but displaying that blatant disregard is a different ball game altogether. On FB, you use the medium of communication for dissemination of such opinions, knowing the effectiveness is limited and it’s merely a statement than an action. When it comes to being a wall, the foreground is set by rigidness and a premeditated notion of self-superiority and self-righteousness. It’s only appalling to think of such people, for when you become a wall, or start placing your ego before knowledge, you dig you grave right there, right then.
“Rather crumble away in glory, than be painted upon by such hegemony and prejudice. Lose your ego, not yourself”

Anger- Don’t let it consume you

Anger is an expression, a state of mind, an unwillingness to control our emotions the right way. Anger is a constant measure of one’s toil with own emotions and consequential loss of control. There is not particular thing that may beset this emotion, for it can be a gradual or a sudden upheaval of emotions bought about by an event.

You maybe a hulk or a shrieking little girl in the closet, but when you get angry, it only clogs your mind. Angry people are dangerous people and even irrational. What makes them dangerous isn’t the fact that they might hurt you, but just the fact that in that moment of anger, they are capable of doing anything that might inturn eventually hurt them, and they do so regardless. A person who can’t love himself is definitely a dangerous person.They lack perception of reality and let their emotions take the best of them.

So don’t let anger spoil you and blind you. Control your emotions, don’t let them control you