Stupid people using social media.

It is a sad day for the people of Nepal and parts of India, where thousands have lost their lives due to earthquakes. Many world heritage sites are demolished and infrastructure along with the people are in disarray. In this time we can only hope that people are safe and the ones who have lost their lives- may their soul rest in peace. I hope the families and the people of the affected parts have the strength to bear the pain of the trauma they are going through. Time will heal everything but scares always remain. Neighboring countries have extended their support and are helping the people of Nepal get through this difficult times. May peace be restored as soon as possible!

Now I have been following stories that are covering the social media. Some ass clowns are really dumb. They have updated their statuses as “Experienced the first earthquake.” I say to these people do you have a sense or have you sold that to the local garbage collector, because I can see how nobody would be interested in such kind of brains. Which sense makes you update shit like this and not feel for the people who have lost their lives? Is status updating so mandatory? Is getting like a part of your life? I know these kind of people who tend to take selfies and update it as “Earthquake selfies.” These are nimrods, who in paper have the necessary document to warranty that they are educated but lack it when it is most desired. Stop spreading garbage and think what you do. It may be fine with you but people who suffer will be hurt. You can get a 1000 likes from a friend but you can never get a friend from a 1000 likes.

I also see people saying God help us. Isn’t he the one who has done it? Isn’t he responsible for all the activities that happen in the world? He wanted people to die so came the earthquake. Why are you praying to him for help? It’s like asking the cigarette who has given you the cancer, to ease your pain. Here is a story I would like to share.

There was a person from the insurance company who was getting enormous amount of calls post such natural disaster. According to the company rules and regulation this was supposed to be an act of God. During such times the insurance company bears no debt to the insurant. After forceful and frequent calls, he dialed God.

“Hello”, he said.

“Yes, hello” replied God.

“May I speak to God?”

“Speaking.”

“Ahh!! Never expected you to answer.”

“What do you want?”

“Oh, yes, this natural disaster, is that you.”

“Yes, who else would it be?”

“Okay, just another small question, last week did you make the tree fall on my car? It was a black Mercedes near the hospital?”

“Date?” asked God.

“19^th April 26, 2015.”

“Hmm, no that wasn’t me.”

“Are you sure?” asked the man.

“Of course I am, that time I was busy giving AIDS and EBOLA to the children of Africa.”

The point is there is no God. If there is a God, I don’t believe in such kind of a supernatural power that kills children using natural disasters and diseases and leave out the terrorist to carry out their plan. There is no God. There never was and there never will be. Help people- that is the biggest currency. Give the faith that you are ready to help- that is the biggest assurance.

Story taken from the stand up by Ricky Gervais.

Dream for the blind

My world is diminishing with every breath I take,

A conscience effort to make right goes all in vain.

Crowded by this cumbersome feeling,

I wonder, whether there is any escape?

The condition is petrifying and demotivating,

It feels like a heightened state of tension,

The questions that arise are fast and loathsome,  

And the answers are beyond my comprehension.

I have always let my tiny mind, magnify the agony,

Thinking and worrying I punish myself again,

Dejected, rejected yet never resurrected,

I walk alone through the path unknown.

Through the fallen leaves and the stones,

Among all the troubles that hurt my present,

There finally comes a vision to my mind,

When I think of an eye and dream for the blind.

(Pic courtesy: http://www.zingzoo.com/2013/02/14/riveting-vision-breakthrough-for-the-blind/)

Sister

They thought for months and plied you would not be born,
Kept their fingers crossed and prayed to god till the candles burnt,
They tried more than once, and hoped it wasn’t you this time,
Finding the sex of the foetus is all they wanted to determine. 

They didn’t care about your first cry or the first smile,
They didn’t see your tender hands and feet so fragile,
They didn’t watch over you when you took your first steps,
All they saw was a boy’s face who had to be in your place.

Oh sister, little sister, you have a choice.
Oh sister, little sister, you have a voice.

There is no use they said when you wanted to learn,
Go to the kitchen they said, and make the woods burn,
When you started to play and have some rejoice,
They slapped you in the face and enforced you to devoice.

Oh sister, little sister, you have a choice.
Oh sister, little sister, you have a voice.

So let them try to stop you now, lay hurdles in your path,
Don’t stand down or give ever up, even if the way is black,
Take you stance and fight for your right, as there is a long way to go,
Don’t ever feel helpless and alone, even if they tell you so.

Mother.

Hello mother, my mother, can you hear me?
I haven’t slept in a while and I didn’t want this to be,
Behind this pantomime, I have become a body of inevitable lie,
Constantly terrified and this is not what you wished for me.

Oh mother, tell me now, what to do and who to be?
Battling this life, I am frequently and decisively intrigued.
Behind this network of masks, still lies your child,
Helplessly alone, thinking about you all the time.

Tell me mother, if a wrong can be made into a right,
Will my past frequent me with torment and dismay?
Or will my sins come undone for an emotionless final foray.
Oh! How I wish you would be here, but you, you are so far away.

Forgive me mother, for I tried my best and yet I have failed,
All your teachings and education have gone in vain,
Its time to sanctify my soul and liberate my mind to pasteurise the fate,
Please don’t wait by the door tomorrow, because I will be late.