nothing-ness

A man does not belong to a caste any lesser than what he belongs to a nation,

and one such man does not belong any more to a nation than what he belongs to the World.

I wish i had understood this many years ago. When i was debating Mahatma Gandhi.

Only to be dumbfounded by my opponent when she simply said,

...' But you are no Indian, we suffer the brunt of his deed'...

I had no answer to that then, but i do now.

I am also glad i didn't understand what i know now because i was simply too young then.

I didn't have arguments in me.

I never felt the need to reform.

I see joy. i see friendship. i see no caste. no creed.

Now i see the need to reform. Myself predominantly, let alone the society.

I find that Ive absorbed all the germs from my ancestors past, harboring them and passing it down to my future.

I resemble almost everything i hated in my past generation, and what i foresee my future generation will be.

I have a tinge of racism now.

Im not too hard on myself because i know deep down, everyone is Racist. We are more often than not instigated to turn out racist. Peer pressure, environmental and sociological impacts, hatred passed down generation after generation, yada yada and Mambo Jumbo.

Im not glad i am racist. I'd like to be able to stand tall, and scream out loud, i'm human..
ive got no caste, no creed no race..

But then again, human race, is a race already ;)

life, as i see it

You can live in poverty,
But you don't need to act
like you're stricken by it.

You can live in failure,
But you don't need to act,
Like its beaten you.

You can live in heartbreak
But you don't need to act
Like you've been shattered.

For we live to
glorify our past.

For we live to
See another story of joy

For we live to
Romanticize our good time

For there maybe someone,
Who rejoices at our fall

For there maybe someone
who regales at our inability

For there maybe someone
Who builds forts on our ruins

Simply because,
we dont look at ourselves,
the way people would look at us.

And never should you.

happy green day

I saw a jogger,
Outside the park,
With a scrawny stick in his hand..

It had rained
Nd the roads were clogged

He could have walked on,
Nd yet he stooped
Low,

He poked,
And prodded.
He went the whole way
And He made sure,
He cleared the logged roads,

He could have walked on
Without a care in the world
Off to his regular route.

Looking at him
Slowly,
Dawdling,
But
Surely,
Clean the roads

My hopes on humanity
Returned.

I was glad,
He took time
To breathe;
To live,
To enjoy,
the nature

And that he didn't hesitate
To repair the nature
For when it wasn't perfect
He never wasted a second
To make amends
For his past
And for the future..

He represented environmental day..
He showed me,
How it was environmental day,
Everyday.

and, for a man who stooped so low,
no one else looked so noble,
in my eyes before.